Great Tang Broom Star

Datang emphasized poetry, and this emphasis was reflected in the imperial examinations. In the annual imperial examinations, the proportion of regulated poems is not small, that is to say, if you can't write poems well, you won't even have the opportunity to take the imperial examinations.

Now Datang is on the way to rise, full of vigor from top to bottom.

Afterwards, countless brilliant poems left the most beautiful label for the Tang Dynasty, and countless poets who are familiar to future generations poured out continuously.

cough cough!

Don't talk about this.

Because there are too many famous articles in the future, Master Jia is more worried.

He didn't know which one to use.

From the moment he put down his chopsticks, Shao Peng was staring at him.

"What about poetry?"

It's not that Shao Peng is stingy, but that his opponent is too annoying.

The one who booed over there was Qianniuwei's people.

Many in Qianniuwei are descendants of Xunqi, born to be superior to others.

But this time Qianniuwei was made into a mess by Baiqi, and was severely reprimanded by the Shangguan. So today they came to Wuxianglou to relieve their boredom.

Among them, the one who booed the most was Qian Niu Bei Jiang Wei.

Tang Xu waved his fist towards that side, and said: "Qianniuwei is His Majesty's bodyguard, but our Baiqi is even the bodyguard among the bodyguards. They are not convinced, and often surround our brothers outside. The two sides will fight every few days. Let's fight."

It turned out to be jealous.

Seeing Jia Pingan thinking, Meng Liang urged, "Hurry up if you have it."

At this time, everyone is fighting against each other. If Master Jia writes a good poem, he will become a good brother in an instant.

Jia Pingan hesitated for a moment.

Suddenly there was a sigh around.

Shaopeng said: "If you're not sure, forget it!"

Meng Liang couldn't hide his disappointment, he put more force on Qiao Yun's arm, which caused a burst of humming, and quickly bowed his head to apologize.

Jia Pingan sighed: "I have several songs, but I don't know which one is suitable."

Everyone: "..."

Shao Peng scolded: "Tang Xu, you idiot, it's you who brought Baiqi along so shamelessly."

Tang Xu wiped his face, "No, come on, let's make a song...Yeah, I'm sleeping like a cloud, the bed keeps moving..."

puff!

Qiao Yun beat Meng Liang's chest with both fists, with a coquettish look on her face.

This kind of dirty joke is prevalent in the army, and it is inevitable in Baiqili.

Everyone was in a sad mood, but they couldn't help laughing when they heard these two poems.

Jia Ping got up.

Everyone is still laughing.

The Qianniuwei people on the opposite side were also laughing.

"Hey!" Jiang Wei raised his glass and said with a smile, "Here comes a broom star, let's see! What kind of poems can a broom star make?"

In Jia Ping'an's mind, several poems about lovesickness flowed slowly, all of which were famous.

but!

To deal with these people, Jia Ping'an felt that using the simplest method could make them hit the street.

"A certain friend went to the south last year. Thinking of this, certain wrote a poem. Red beans are born in the south..."

This sentence is too simple.

The laughter continued.

"Come in spring and send out a few branches."

The laughter stopped halfway.

Everyone looked at the young man and saw that his expression was indifferent, as if he was reciting a poem that he thought of casually in the toilet.

"May you pick more, this thing... is the most lovesick."

After the young man finished reciting, there was no sound in the hall.

He raised his glass, drinking for the first time tonight.

He drank it all down, put down the wine glass, turned around and cupped his hands: "I'm too drunk, so I'm going back first."

He walked away, and when he reached the door, the two clerks couldn't help but turned sideways to see him off.

He walked outside the door, and there was a loud noise inside.

"Good poetry!"

The sound rushed out like a wave.

Passers-by couldn't help being stunned, and then stopped.

The inside has been turned upside down.

The Tang Dynasty emphasized poetry and love in the world, so the topic of lovesickness has been mentioned by many poets.

As soon as Shao Peng patted the case, he first laughed sharply a few times, like a night owl, and then scolded: "You bitch, listen! This is my Baiqi's poem, can you compare it?"

Qianniuwei on the opposite side was stunned.

Tang Xu looked up to the sky and laughed, drank a few bowls of wine, and then said: "Fuck! This poem is so good! Yeah, it sounds so comfortable, hahahaha!"

This is why Nai He himself is uneducated, and he can say hello to the world.

The rough guys all thought this poem was good, but they couldn't tell what was good about it.

That kind of feeling is like constipation, and like a beloved woman standing in front of you, stretching out her hand and walking away, so you are in a dilemma, feeling unbearably itchy...

In fact, a bunch of metaphors are not as good as one word: nowhere near it!

But there are quite a few educated people present.

At this moment, the Guqin Xianweng's song rang, and everyone looked at it, but it was Yaxiang.

The little face was full of joy, "Red beans were born in the South Kingdom. Red beans were originally a product of the South Kingdom. It is rumored that a man died outside in the past, and his wife died crying under the tree and turned into red beans. Based on this, the South said that this thing is a red bean." Acacia."

"This sentence is about the relationship between red beans and lovesickness, which makes people daydream."

Yaxiang played the piano again, "Second sentence, send a few branches in spring... Lang Jun's friend is far away in the south, and he misses it very much. This is to ask a friend, spring is coming, has the red bean tree over there sprouted new buds?" ? Send out a few branches..."

Her eyes were full of luster and longing, "Do you miss me? If you miss me, you can go and see how many branches have sprouted from the acacia tree. This kind of friendship makes people feel fascinated leisurely."

"May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick. These two sentences are the point. When you see red beans, you will think of me. There are many, but there is a lot of affection. It is natural to use red beans to tell your strong affection.

And the last sentence mentions lovesickness, which echoes the red beans in the first sentence, red beans lovesickness, I lovesickness. "

Yaxiang suddenly fell on the piano, and then raised her head, "This poem seems to be inseparable from red beans, but it is inseparable from lovesickness. Naturally, the lovesickness is vividly portrayed. I have read many poems, and finally I love this line of lovesickness, but I have read many poems of predecessors, and none of them can be compared with this."

She got up and turned towards Shao Peng, "May I ask you gentlemen, who is that young man?"

Shao Peng didn't answer. Although he had read books, he didn't have any accomplishments in poetry. Now he heard Yaxiang interpret the whole poem and knew that Baiqi had completely suppressed Qianniuwei, so he couldn't help being extremely happy.

As for the answer...

There is no egg, woman...that's just a cloud.

Besides, he was so fussy that when he came to the brothel, he just said one sentence: nonsense.

So he felt that he was detached from the difference between men and women, and he couldn't help laughing.

"Ho ho ho..."

Amid sharp laughter, Tang Xu proudly said: "I said it before... Hey! Are you asking for advice seriously? That's fine, that boy is my Baiqi's secretary, Jia Ping'an."

Jia Ping'an's identity had already been revealed by Qianniuwei before, but Yaxiang asked for advice seriously at this moment, which meant that he paid attention to it.

What about people?

Yaxiang asked again: "If you dare to ask Mr. Jia Lang, you have gone..."

Where did Lao Jia go?

Shaopeng patted his thigh, "The boy ran away."

Everyone was stunned.

"Ran?"

Yaxiang sat down and murmured: "Aren't I enough for him to look back?"

She is conceited that she is versatile and very beautiful. She is sought after by many people, but she cannot get close to her.

But at this moment, a young man treats her like nothing, as casually as if throwing away a tree stump, this...

Does he despise me?

No.

The young man who can make such wonderful words of lovesickness will not be such a superficial person.

Then I am willing to recommend myself a pillow seat, why is he not willing?

Could it be?

Yaxiang touched her face, this action was so seductive that many men's eyes were attracted to her.

But Master Jia couldn't see it, and he wasn't interested.

"Jiang Wei, do you want a song?" Baiqi shouted.

Jiang Wei was angry, but he didn't understand poetry! He turned around to cheer up his colleagues: "Who can overwhelm Jia Ping'an, ten Wuxianglou, a treat."

Everyone: "..."

"Speak!" Jiang Wei was angry.

A somewhat educated man said: "This poem can be called a famous piece, Jiang Wei, do you know the meaning of the famous piece?"

Jiang Wei shook his head, and the man sighed: "That is to say, he, Jia Ping'an, can leave history with this poem name."

How could he be so stupid?

The rough men were stunned, then frustrated.

Jiang Wei asked without giving up: "Is there no one who can surpass him?"

The man shook his head, "The lovesickness can be expressed in one poem."

Jiang Wei: "..."

"Hey! Yaxiang has come out."

Yaxiang who was originally at the front of the lobby got up and walked towards Baiqi.

Shaopeng looked at her and suddenly felt...was it wrong for him to be gejigeji back then.

It's good to be a man! Why do you want to cut it?

Yaxiang blessed her body, "Please tell Mr. Jia Lang that Yaxiang will sweep the bed and wait."

The flower path has never been swept by guests, and the Pengmen is now opened for the king.

Qiaoyun was surprised, "Yaxiang, you...that's the bastard, didn't you see that I was three steps away from him before?"

Yaxiang glanced at her lightly, "Jia Langjun is a gentleman like jade."

She nodded slightly and turned back.

"A gentleman like jade!"

In Yaxiang's mind, Jia Pingan, who left freely after reciting a song of red beans, is a gentleman like jade.

He refused to use this to sleep with me, it must be pity for me.

The night ban was about to come, Master Jia, who was pouring water in a corner of Chang'an City, shuddered.

"The river flows eastward..."

He sang songs and went all the way back to Daodefang.