Martial Sage

Tang Hao ignored Cheng Chumo, his eyes fell on Li Wanqing.

At this time, Li Wanqing was wearing a blue skirt, and she seemed to be a lot thinner, and even her face was slightly haggard.

Seeing Li Wanqing also looked over, Tang Hao looked away and looked around for a week, but he saw a lot of familiar faces.

Fang Yiai, Changsun Chong, Princess Changle, Prince Li Chengqian, Li Siwen, etc.

Tang Hao originally thought that there would be many people in this poem meeting, but now it seems that the only ones invited by Li Hui, except for the heirs of the most important officials in the dynasty, are only around twenty people.

Tang Hao did the same with all these people, after some greetings, he took his seats one after another.

Coincidentally, Li Wanqing also took the seat, and the position was right next to Tang Hao.

Although the marriage between Li Wanqing and Tang Hao was not done with much fanfare, the names of the two couples have long been known to everyone. It is not surprising to arrange the seats together on this occasion.

The two sat down next to each other without saying a word or communicating.

At this moment, a dozen servants and maidservants from the Prince's Mansion came up one after another with wine and fruit trays.

Li Hui, still dressed in brocade, walked into the open area gracefully and announced.

"Since everyone has arrived, let's begin today's poem meeting."

The night is approaching.

The entire county palace also gradually calmed down.

And this poem venue was brightly lit, and a dozen servants and servants stood quietly at the table after serving the twenty people.

Li Hui took a few steps slowly, glanced around at the crowd, and said with a smile.

"Before, we had autumn as the topic, but today, what is the topic?"

Since it is a poetry gathering, everyone must gather here. It must have a theme. Otherwise, it will be incomparable and meaningless.

Prince Li Chengqian shook the folding fan in his hand and smiled.

"Today, our two most talented talents in Chang'an City are here. If it is too simple, I am afraid it will be boring."

Fang Yiai stood up slowly and said leisurely.

"His Royal Highness said that not only is it more difficult to choose the topic this time, the use of words, rhymes, and time must also be required. Only in this way can it be fun."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone's eyes kept drifting away from Li Hui and Tang Hao, and they all nodded in agreement.

In the past, Li Hui was undoubtedly the number one talent among the workers in Chang'an.

However, in recent months, Tang Hao has suddenly emerged, and his poetry talent has quickly spread in Chang'an City.

So far, these two talented talents in Chang'an have not faced each other head-on. It is still unknown who has the better talent.

In today's poem meeting, Li Hui specially invited Tang Hao, which was the best opportunity for the two to compete.

When Li Hui heard the words, his eyes fell on Tang Hao inadvertently.

But I saw Tang Hao sitting there, frowning slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, and a little distracted when he wanted to go up.

Looking at Tang Hai's official robe, Li Hui's heart was even more dismissive.

Relying on opportunism to transform the Quyuan Plow, he obtained this official robe, and even after the flowers, Li Hui still looks down on it.

How is Dali Temple?

After all, it is not an official position that can be obtained by relying on the ability to handle cases.

Without the ability, he won the official position. It is just an empty shell. After all, he will be put on hold and emptied for a day.

What qualifications does such a person have to compare with his dignified fifth rank adviser?

Staring for a moment, Li Hui looked away from Tang Hao and turned to look at Princess Changle.

Seeing the exquisite jade noodles, dignified, virtuous, and generous, Li Hui couldn't help but his eyes became gentle, and his mind wandered.

In this huge city of Chang'an, perhaps the only woman Li Hui could admire was the only one.

Li Huiying smiled and said.

"In the past, the poem meeting was presided over by the princess, but today the poem is on, so let the princess give it out."

As soon as the voice fell, everyone's eyes fell on Princess Changle.

Princess Changle saw that everyone was looking at her, she slowly stood up, meditated for a moment, raised her head slightly, saw the bright moon, and whispered softly.

"Since Li Gongzi recommended, then I am disrespectful."

Standing on the empty ground, Li Hui bowed respectfully and returned to his seat.

"Tonight, everything is silent, and the bright moon hangs high, not weak, so let's take the month as the subject. How about?"

Hearing Princess Changle's proposal, everyone present frowned slightly.

From ancient times to the present, there are countless poems related to the moon, including some famous lines that have been passed down through the ages.

Precisely because of this, it is inevitable to compare this famous sentence with the topic already month, which inadvertently increases the difficulty.

What's more, there are too many poems about writing the moon. If there is no new idea, it often ends up in a cliché.

But if you want to come up with color, a cliché, and want to write new ideas, it is easier said than done.

A woman in white sitting next to Chang Sun Chong smiled and said softly.

"Speaking of the month, I thought of a song titled by Tang Gongzi. It is this poem that was made into a tune by the princess in Chang'an City. The Chang'an City has already been passed on. Women and children know it well. , This poem will be uncomparable."

When other people heard what the white-clothed woman said, they were taken aback for a moment and then turned to react.

"It's true, the poems are all soft and beautiful, giving people unlimited imagination, as if they were in the fairyland of the moon palace."

"One word, one sentence, the most beautiful, extolling Chang'an, but it is a rare and excellent masterpiece."

"It's not just the poems themselves, but even the tune is amazing. After only hearing the first four words of the Shui Tiao song, I can't help but revolve the rhythm in my mind."

Hearing this, Li Hui's expression in the open space sank.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that the head of the water-tuned song, the art of the song is beautiful, and the lyrics and music are floating in the air, which can be called a classic.

It is like Li Hui, who is known as the number one son in Chang'an, can't help but want to sing along to the rhythm after hearing the words and music.

This piece of art was made by his beloved person based on Tang Hao's poems. This inadvertently touched his nerves, and his heart was so bitter that it was difficult to accept.

If you lose your momentum when you open the factory, how can you compare the poems held by yourself?

Besides, he also had an appointment with King Wu beforehand. Today's poem meeting will definitely suppress Tang Hao.

But in a blink of an eye, Li Hui had a fighting spirit.

At this moment, the princess of Changle I longed for was here, and I was bound to make a stunning poem to compare that Tang Hao completely, and let everyone see who was the number one talented person in Chang'an City. .

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