Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

The pen is not the famous Xuanzhou Zihao, but an ordinary rabbit hair pen. In the eyes of people with good pens, this can only be regarded as not popular. However, when this pen is held by Chen Youlan's slender fingers, it seems to be a little more agile for no reason. Perhaps this is the meaning of the legendary "attraction".

Tang people used to use a small pen with a hard tip. Chen Youlan manipulated the pen tip to move quickly on the paper, leaving a long string of dark ink marks. It is the very delicate lower case, neat and pleasing to the eye.

Li Xin nodded while watching.

Chen Youlan did not read while writing like that old Confucian scholar, but after finishing writing quickly, he threw the paper on which the poem was written to the maid in a very chic manner. The maid was very embarrassed, and hurriedly held the written paper with both hands, as if holding something sacred, and trotted all the way back to Aunt Hu, wanting to hand the paper to her.

However, Aunt Hu also avoided the written paper like a snake and a scorpion. Fortunately, she was used to messing around in the court of love and moon, and her face was already thicker than the copper wall, so she scolded the maid and said: "What are you doing for me? I don't know that I can't read? You want to put me in the face of Mrs. Hu on purpose? Hurry up and read it to Miss Xiuxiu!"

The maid immediately came back to her senses, ran up to the attic amidst the laughter of countless scholars in the store, and carefully handed Chen Youlan's poems to Xiuxiu.

Only then did Li Xin understand why the maid looked embarrassed when she received Chen Youlan's poem—since Chen Youlan didn't read it herself, the maid should of course read the poem, but she couldn't read, so she asked Aunt Hu for help, but Aunt Hu also I can't read, that's why I had this scene just now.

It was the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, and the literacy rate of the common people was pitifully low. If a brick was thrown on the street and killed ten people, it was guaranteed that nine of them could not read big characters, and the remaining one could only write his own name: Ding Yiyi , a little bit more complicated. Of course, this is also impossible. The economic base determines the superstructure, and the common people can't get enough to eat, so how can they think about studying and class transition?

Li Xin's soul was flying into the sky, and the Xiuxiu girl on the attic had already started to read Chen Youlan's masterpiece silently. In fact, as early as she had just seen what was written on the paper and before she could speak, her eyes suddenly lit up, like a dancing lamp in the dark night.

Her voice sounded very excited, like a child who has found a treasure excitedly beckoning her friends to come and see it together. She read: "The title of the poem is "Qi Qiao". Looking at the blue sky tonight on Qixi Festival, the Altair and the Weaver Girl cross the river bridge. Every family begs Qiao to look at the autumn moon, wearing tens of thousands of red silk."

As soon as the voice fell, the whole audience was silent.

None of the people present were illiterate, at least they were literati and students who could compose one or two crooked poems. Limited by their talents, they may not be able to write a good poem in their whole life, but they can at least tell whether a poem is good or not. This has nothing to do with talent, it's just basic skills.

Obviously, what Chen Youlan wrote is a good poem. For a moment, all the literati present were dumbfounded, as if someone had opened a hole in their chest and was pouring lemon juice into it crazily. Well, there was actually no such fruit as lemon in Tang Dynasty.

Anyway, these guys are all sour, terribly sour, and at the same time moved by this beautiful and compelling poem, there is really no way to say anything bad about this poem. Of course, Li Xin believes that among so many scholars present, there must still be some ignorant people, but these people should not dare to stand up if they see such students around them with such shocked expressions. Beep beep, so as not to be ridiculed.

"Papa papa!" Li Xin had no choice but to take the lead in applauding, and shouted, "Good poetry!"

Qin Huaiyu immediately came back to his senses, looked at Chen Youlan beside him with admiration, and shouted: "Good poems! Good poems! Brother Chen is really good at learning! I admire you!" Qin Huaiyu's majestic figure always gives people a sense of nondescript disobedience.

When the two called out, the other people present also applauded, shouting "good poetry, good poetry". The atmosphere in Zuichun Building became very lively.

Miss Xiuxiu also applauded in the attic with a bright smile. She knew that if this poem was spread tonight, her name would definitely be included in the story. At that time, her fame will spread throughout Chang'an, and she will naturally become a famous prostitute just around the corner. This is every whore's ultimate dream.

Although Aunt Hu is illiterate, she understands what is happening right now. At the Tanabata Poetry Conference held by her Zuichun Tower, she published a poem that everyone was full of praise for. This is God's plan to make Zuichun Tower a fire! She thought about it, and followed everyone's applause with a smile on her face, her hands were red.

Chen Youlan sat next to Li Xin, her expression was very proud, her little face was flushed red. She first humbly bowed her hands to the people present, then gave Li Xin a demonstrative look, and said, "How is it? Is it still a comparison? Maybe it's better to give up as soon as possible, so I can save face!"

Li Xin clapped his palms and laughed, and said: "Don't worry, don't worry, I haven't written it yet. I'll talk about it when I write it. Even if it's a crooked poem, I have to write a random one. This is a competition."

"Huh." Chen Youlan snorted, and seemed a little dissatisfied with Li Xin's refusal to admit defeat, and even delusional attempts to win her.

The heated atmosphere because of this song "Qi Qiao" lasted for a full quarter of an hour before it gradually subsided. Although Xiuxiu has secretly selected Chen Youlan's "Qi Qiao" as the best work tonight, but the rest of the poetry meeting should be completed, so as not to provoke gossip, saying that they operated in the dark at the Zuichunlou and so on.

Standing in the attic, she casually dropped the third hydrangea of ​​the night.

The hydrangea, also splendidly decorated, falls from the attic along nearly the same track, but the reaction to it is very different from that of its two predecessors.

No one is fighting for hydrangea anymore. Everyone tried their best to push the hydrangea away from themselves, as if there was something bad on the hydrangea. Finally, a boy about thirteen or fourteen years old couldn't push the hydrangea away, so he took the hydrangea in his hand with a blushing face.

Seeing this, Li Xin scolded silently in his heart: "When I was thirteen or fourteen, I went to brothels like others. Do you know what it means to be a young man with thought, morality, culture and discipline in the new century?"

Well, in fact, from the perspective of others, he is only seventeen years old this year, not much older than his critic.