Dreaming about the world, embarking on the path of spiritual practice

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Chang Le, who was locked out, was stunned for a moment.

She was rejected outright. How had she, a princess of the Tang Dynasty, ever encountered such cold treatment?

She originally wanted to slam the door angrily, but after thinking about it, she held back because she didn't want to be thrown away again.

He took a deep breath, calmed down, then turned around and left.

Before leaving, he left the invitation letter, which he did not personally hand over to Yu Liang, in Liu Lin's hand and asked him to deliver it to him.

In the underground secret room.

Yu Liang held the blank piece of letter paper.

Although the letter paper was white and flawless, he could feel a subtle aura contained on it.

This is a unique wave.

Clearly, there is more to this letter than meets the eye.

Close your eyes and maximize your perception.

Gradually, Yu Liang noticed the subtle fluctuations hidden on the letter paper.

This is a special encryption method that can only be deciphered through a specific trigger.

Yu's conscience moved and he sensed these fluctuations.

"Interesting, this is actually my own "Bibo Kung" from "The Condor Shooting"!"

Deciphered the information.

"So it turns out that letting me attend the event is just an excuse. The real purpose is to use this opportunity to meet myself."

"It doesn't look like it's a good thing to be sneaky!"

Thinking in his mind, Yu Liang rubbed his hands together and destroyed the letter.

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Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

Yu Liang put on some decent clothes, walked out of the secret room and headed to the palace.

The streets of Chang'an are bustling with people.

Before arriving at the palace, Yu Liang showed the invitation letter given by Princess Changle.

The guard guarding the door respectfully let him go.

Entered the palace smoothly.

Inside the Wenhua Hall.

At this moment, many literati have gathered. They were either talking in groups or meditating alone...

Yu Liang's arrival did not cause much of a sensation. After all, no one present could recognize him.

After waiting for a long time.

When the prince and the princes arrived, everyone immediately came forward to salute and get closer to the prince.

Yu Liang was not interested in these things, so he didn't go over to join in the fun.

Waited for a long time.

As Emperor Li Shimin slowly walked into the Wenhua Hall amid the respectful welcome of everyone, the entire hall fell silent for an instant.

"See Your Majesty!"

Everyone shouted in unison, and their voices were like thunder, echoing in the Wenhua Hall, showing their immense respect for the emperor.

Emperor Li Shimin waved his hands gracefully with a deep and kind smile on his face:

“Today’s grand gathering of literary circles and the gathering of talented people is truly a blessing to our Tang Dynasty.

I hope you can speak freely and use your talents and wisdom to show the prosperity and splendor of our Tang Dynasty! "

"My lords, please take a seat!"

As soon as the emperor finished speaking, everyone took their seats, each looking for their own place.

Yu Liang found an inconspicuous seat in the crowd and sat down, quietly observing everything around him.

At this moment, a minister stepped forward, saluted respectfully to Emperor Li Shimin and said:

"Your Majesty, I am honored to participate in today's grand event. My heart is full of emotions and I have many emotions. I would like to write a poem to express my joy and also to contribute to today's literary event!"

When Emperor Li Shimin heard this, he nodded with a smile and said encouragingly: "Okay, I am naturally delighted that your beloved has such an elegant mood. Please recite a poem and let me and everyone enjoy it."

Immediately, the minister started to talk in a quatrain, and the atmosphere in the Wenhua Hall gradually became heated. Literati and poets competed to display their works, whether they were poems or essays, poems or songs...

I saw flowers blooming in the writings of the scribes, and the visions of their respective articles appeared on their bodies. They were magnificent and fantastic, unfolding like a dream.

Behind a scribe, a bright moon slowly rises on the vast blue sea. It is the tranquility and profoundness of "the bright moon rises on the sea".

Another scribe described the contrast between the blooming spring flowers and the lonely autumn moon, making people ponder the endless time of "when will the spring flowers and autumn moon come?"

Someone raised a glass to the sky, and a bright moon appeared in the sky, drinking with it, and a shadow appeared next to it. It was the poetic scene of "raising a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadows formed three people".

Behind the scribes, there is a brave general wearing golden armor and fighting in hundreds of battlefields, demonstrating the bravery and perseverance of "a general wearing golden armor in a hundred battles".

Suddenly, dark clouds came over the city, as if war was about to break out. It was the tension and oppression of "dark clouds over the city, threatening to destroy it."

Immediately afterwards, a rooster crows, the red sun rises, and the golden light rises. "The golden rooster crows three times and the red sun rises" brings hope and new life.

Some people wrote about the wind, and imagined the ambition to reach the sky, trying to embrace the bright moon. The heroic spirit of "wanting to reach the sky and embrace the bright moon" is moving.

There are also scribes who described the shocking scene of "suspected to be the Milky Way falling from the Nine Heavens". The magnificence and mystery of "suspected to be the Milky Way falling from the Nine Heavens" are breathtaking.

Some people even showed scenes of climbing high and looking far into the distance, and their desire and pursuit of "seeing a thousand miles away" were beyond words.

Also, a scribe closed his eyes and concentrated, and an immortal descended from the sky and supported the top of his head. This is the profound and mysterious artistic conception of his "immortal supporting me on my head".

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In an instant, the Wenhua Hall seemed to turn into a colorful picture scroll. The mountains and rivers are magnificent, the cities are prosperous, and the fields are vast...

These visions are intertwined and reflect each other, as if the magnificent scenery of the entire Tang Dynasty is concentrated in the Wenhua Palace, highlighting the prosperity of culture.

Yu Liang was amazed at this, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Darling, this group of literati may seem weak, but in fact, none of them are small players. If they were placed on the battlefield, they would be comparable to a legion overwhelming a city.

While everyone was intoxicated with this literary feast, Emperor Li Shimin slowly stood up, his eyes swept over every scribe present, and finally settled on Yu Liang.

"I see today's grand gathering, which is really a blessing to our Tang Dynasty."

"However, in such a grand event, there seems to be a talented person who has not yet shown his talent!"

After hearing this, everyone followed his gaze, and immediately Yu Liang in the corner became everyone's target.

Regarding this situation, Yu Liang couldn't help but secretly thought: Let me go, this Li Shimin is going to cause trouble!

"You may not know him yet, but I would like to introduce him to you. This talented man is the author of the story "The Condor", Yu Liang!"

After hearing Li Shimin's introduction, everyone couldn't help but whisper. Everyone here had heard or read this storybook before.

"Yu Liang, I know you are talented. I wonder if you would be willing to recite poems and compose poems here so that everyone can appreciate your literary talents?"

Reciting poems and writing poems?

Yu Liang can only copy, but he can't recite poems and compose poems!

Seeing everyone's eyes on him, Yu Liang understood that he had become the target of public criticism, and with Li Shimin's roll call, he couldn't escape today.

Immediately, Yu Liang smiled slightly, stood up, and said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "Yu is very talented and has little knowledge. He really doesn't dare to practice in front of many senior writers."

"But Your Majesty has your orders, so I have no choice but to show my shame and ask the seniors for advice on the art of music."

After saying this, Yu Liang waved gently, and a waiter immediately understood and brought out a crystal clear jade flute.

This jade flute was all green. Under the attention of everyone, Yu Liang put the jade flute lightly to his lips, took a deep breath, and then, a song of "Blue Sea Tide" played leisurely.

The sound of the jade flute was like drizzle at first, soft and melodious.

Gradually, the sound of the flute became louder, as if the waves were gradually surging and lapping against the rocks on the shore.

As the sound of the jade flute echoed in the Wenhua Hall, everyone seemed to be brought into a vast ocean.

The sound of the flute is melodious, like an ocean current flowing slowly in the palace, gentle and peaceful. However, when the flute sounds urgently, it is like a violent storm, turning up the stormy waves, making people's hearts surge...

Although Yu Liang couldn't make the article show visions, he still had ways to involve people in the visions.

The entire Wenhua Hall was immersed in this ocean of music. Everyone was attracted by this wonderful rhythm, as if they were in the embrace of nature, feeling the ups and downs of the waves and the majesty of the ocean.

As the last note fell, Yu Liang gently put down the jade flute, but the passionate flute sound still echoed in the Wenhua Hall.

Everyone was still immersed in the music of the blue sea tide, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

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