Martial Sage

"Tang Hao!"

Wang Wang looked at Tang Hao with a sharp shout.

Tang Hao put away his thoughts, cupped fist said.

"Caomin is here."

"In this situation and situation, there should be poetry to add to the excitement. I heard that you are very talented, so I asked you to compose an impromptu poem."

As soon as the voice fell, the eunuch lifted a case table and placed it in front of Tang Hao. Several court ladies took a pen and ink fish to the side table to wait on the case table.

Tang Hao politely said: "The Caomin abides by the decree."

The audience was silent.

All the examinees looked sideways, and it was a happy event that their talents were recognized by the king of Tang.

If you can write poems in front of the king of Tang, it would be so glorious.

Jealous and envious eyes focused on Tang Hao.

Zhang Wu gritted his teeth secretly, and his eyes flashed with jealousy like everyone else.

The difference is that Zhang Wu has a trace of anger in his eyes.

Tang Hao rolled up his sleeves, picked up the pen and ink in the maid's hand, stood by the side of the case, hesitating for a few seconds, swiped the pen, and went away.

The King of Yue Goujian broke Wu Gui,

The soldiers returned home in splendor.

The palace ladies are like flowers all over the palace,

So far only partridges fly.

The audience is silent!

Suddenly, it seemed as if the vigorous calligraphy of the saint had been substituted into the scene.

Gou Jian's revenge, the soldiers triumphantly, the righteous soldiers are rewarded, everyone is laughing, and the beauty is like a cloud. It is a happy scene.

People unconsciously think of this prosperous Tang Dynasty.

But the last sentence turned abruptly, in sharp contrast with the first three sentences, and the partridge flew by, feeling desolate.

It constitutes a contrast, its style is original, the language is cold and fast, and the sense of prosperity and decline is strong.

At this moment, it seemed that everyone was immersed in endless contemplation.

Zhang Wu meditated silently in his heart, and for a moment he was immersed in the history of Goujian's destruction of Wu.

"Okay! A good sentence of palace ladies is like a flower full of the palace, so far only partridges fly. Although it is a piece of history, the description is profound, it is thought-provoking, not bad!"

Tang Wang glanced at this poem, patting the poem a few times, and his eyes became more appreciative.

Wang Wang waved his hand and said.

"Come on, give wine."

As soon as the voice fell, all the candidates looked surprised, and looked at Tang Hao with envy in their eyes.

Zhang Wu's heart was shocked. Tang Hao received the royal gift from the Tang King this first time he met the sage. What an honor it was.

Even some of the veterans of the DPRK and China here have never received such treatment in their entire lives!

If this is the case, even if Tang Hao loses the election in the follow-up contest, he will definitely have a place in Tang Wang's heart!

"Your Majesty! The officials thought that Tang Hao's poem was disrespectful to your Majesty."

An angry voice sounded.

I saw that Zhang Wu had moved to the hall, standing beside Tang Hao, slightly lowered his head, and when he came into contact with Tang Hao's gaze, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

The king of Tang in the temple gradually put away his smile, frowning.

"Let's talk about how disrespectful poetry is?"

Zhang Wu slapped his hand and pointed to the last two sentences on the case table.

"Your Majesty, the first three sentences of the whole poem describe a scene of joy and excitement, which is exactly the same as the prosperous Tang Dynasty today."

"And this last sentence, desolate and desolate, desolate and sad, makes people feel palpitating and sorrowful."

"I just don't know if this Prince Tang really wrote ancient times or Yu Jin?"

After that, Zhang Wu straightened his waist and looked at Tang Hao with piercing eyes, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Wu is also a person who has read some poems, and a nostalgic verse can pick bones out of the egg.

The key is that he picked this bone to be related to rebelliousness and anti-thief intentions.

After Zhang Wu mentioned this, the ministers and the descendants of the aristocratic family had a lot of discussions, and the spearhead was directed at Tang Hao.

King Tang frowned.

This is a nostalgic poem, this time Zhang Wu has been linked to the rise and fall of the Tang Dynasty, and he also understands in his heart that these disciples of the aristocratic family are deliberately making things difficult.

Although Zhang Wu said that it is far-fetched, but it can also be involved a little bit.

He had the intention to cultivate Tang Hao, so naturally he would not be incited, but it was not easy to question Zhang Wu.

Tang Hao was not frightened by this, but he appeared to be upright, his head held high, and said with cupped hands.

"Your Majesty, Tang Hao has no intention of this. This is just a nostalgic poem, and the Gou Jian annihilation of Wu mentioned in the poem is nothing more than a well-known story for women and children."

King Tang nodded and said.

"I forgive you for not being so courageous. Although this poem is good, it is full of bleak meaning. I ordered you to make a poem that shows the bloody character of the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty."

Hearing this, Zhang Wu's heart moved slightly. This face has always been the most important thing for the monarch, but Tang Wang did not have an attack this time.

In a twinkling of an eye, Zhang Wu thought again, whether in terms of words or poetry, the poem just now can be regarded as a shocking work in terms of words and poetry. First, unless Deva, how can there be such talent.

Right now, he slowly returned to his seat and looked at Tang Hao coldly.

Tang Hao slowly bowed, said.

"Chen, take the decree."

After that, Tang Hao slowly turned around and said to Zhang Wu.

"Thank Young Master Zhang to read this song clearly to see if there are any objections."

Zhang Wu gave a cold snort and did not respond.

After that, Tang Hao picked up the pen and walked to the side of the case. After a little thought, he wrote.

Zhang Wu was slightly surprised when he saw Tang Hao's demeanor, not scratching his head, scratching his head like he thought in his heart.

"Could it be that this poem can't help him?"

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