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Volume 1 Chapter 73 History and Fantasy, it is indeed...

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    The other people didn't notice this scene. They were busy cheering for their guesses, or sighing and drinking to vent their anger on their guesses. Li Shimin was really good at being a good person. Just then Yang Shidao came to talk, and this guy immediately hit the snake and followed the stick.  , became close to Yang Xiong, the beloved son of a powerful figure in the Sui Dynasty, and Tang Jian seemed to have a tacit understanding with Li Shimin, and they worked together seamlessly.  It seems that even if Li Shimin is not a genius when it comes to dealing with people, he is at least very good at it.  Otherwise, after the founding of the Tang Dynasty, there would not be a large number of famous ministers and generals who would die for him and seize the throne for him.  At this moment, the atmosphere of the banquet was gradually reaching its climax. One or two noble disciples jumped out, raised their lamps and chanted, either ancient poems or new lines. Everyone who jumped out received warm applause.  Whether it is good or bad is not important, what is important is the spirit of participation. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? I, who was a little dizzy from drinking, also slapped the table like everyone else, which should be called a festival cheer, the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling could not be heard.  Even Li Yaoguang was infected by the warm atmosphere. He tapped the bronze wine statue with his chopsticks and kept cheering.  And at this moment, a eunuch came from outside the flower hall. After entering the hall, he pinched his throat and said in a sharp voice: "Where are Yang Shidao and Changsun Wuji?" The sharp and harsh voice made the originally noisy flower hall suddenly shut down.  The young master, who was waving a fragrant mutton chop in his hand like a fluorescent holder, couldn't help but be startled and raised his head.  "The eunuch is calling you, go quickly." Li Shimin was also stunned for a moment, and then he quickly pushed me.  Your sister’s, I’m only half full after eating. I really don’t know what this damn eunuch wants to do when he jumps out at this time.  He threw down the meat and bones in his hands angrily, straightened his clothes, and followed Yang Shidao to the white-faced and beardless eunuch.  "This is Yang Shidao. I wonder what the official called me for?" "You must be Changsun Wuji?" The eunuch first nodded to Yang Shidao, and then his eyes fell on me.  "Exactly, why did the lieutenant call us two?" I asked imitating the cat.  "Your Majesty has arrived at the palace of Guande and is having a banquet in the front hall. He has specially sent Yang Shidao and Changsun Wuji to see him." "What?!" After hearing this, I couldn't help but be stunned.  Your Majesty, it is naturally Yang Guang, Emperor Yang Guang of the Second Sui Dynasty, who has had mixed reputations in history.  I really didn’t expect that I could meet the supreme ruler of the Sui Dynasty so soon. Such a method is really inconsistent with the monster-fighting and upgrading routines of fantasy time-travel novels. Such big bosses usually appear last, or as a behind-the-scenes character.  Black Hand, well history and fantasy are indeed two different paths.  Just when I was thinking wildly, Yang Shidao whispered to me as usual: "Your Majesty has a decree, so I'll go quickly." After turning around and bowing to everyone in the flower hall, he followed the eunuch in front of me toward the front hall.  OK.  "Why did your Majesty call us at this time?" Yang Shidao and I followed closely in the eunuch's footsteps and asked him for advice in a low voice.  "My dear brother, why should you be nervous? You will know in a moment, but thinking about it, it must be my dear brother's masterpiece that has alarmed His Majesty." Yang Shidao replied with a chuckle.  "That's why Your Majesty brought us two to have an audience." Yang Shidao replied with a smile.  The front hall of Guande Palace was brightly lit both inside and outside. Because there were so many guests, the front hall could not fit in. Fortunately, it was late spring and the weather was warm, so many people simply feasted outside.  After walking around to the door of the front hall, the eunuch signaled us to stop. Then he took a few steps forward, knelt down in the direction of the chairman and said: "Your Majesty, Yang Shidao, Changsun Wuji  "Meet you." An energetic voice came from inside: "Haha, you didn't come too late, pass!" The man in front of me, Yang Shidao, walked into this extremely open front hall.  There are dozens of tables set up, and there are quite a lot of people inside. However, compared to the people outside, the officials and nobles here are definitely the most important ones in the Sui Dynasty. At least I saw Tang Guogong  Li Yuan only sat in the middle and upper position. Above him, there were also many noble and high-ranking officials sitting.  ———————————————————— And Duan Wenzhen, the official of Xiangguo County, was also sitting in the banquet, staring at this young master in surprise and uncertainty. It seemed that this old man  I just found out today that the Changsun Style, which is already famous in Chang'an, and the endlessly sung song "Watching the Moon and Huaiyuan" were written by me.  I walked ten steps forward with Yang Shidao, knelt down on the floor, and saluted respectfully towards Yang Guang, who was tall and tall, sitting on the table, wearing an ocher yellow brocade dress with a jade belt hanging from his waist, and a majestic and calm face.  .  "Are you Changsun Wuji?" Yang Guang stroked his long beard and looked at me with interest.?? asked.  "Exactly." I replied respectfully, wiping the sweat from my palms, and kept hypnotizing myself in my heart. I am now acting in a movie, rehearsing an ancient movie, and I am playing that kind of person.  A talented and astonishing talent.  Yang Guang squinted his eyes and smiled faintly: "I heard from Brother Guande that your poetry talent is rare in the world, and your calligraphy is unique and has everyone's style. I am different. Therefore, I specially order you to come with Yang Shidao, that is  I want to see it. See if there is another young hero like Yang Shidao in our dynasty. "Haha, what your majesty said is exactly what I want. My dear nephew, your majesty is here today."  You must perform well and live up to His Majesty's praise for you." Yang Xiong, the king of Guande, who was sitting next to the chairman's lower left, nodded slightly to me and then ordered to Yang Shidao.  "Yes, today, the theme is the peony in the hand of my flower girl. The two of you will each make one, and I and the ministers will all be the judges. How about it?" Yang Guang said with a long smile, stroking his beard, and pointed at it in particular.  Standing behind the bed where he sat was a charming and charming girl holding a flower with picturesque eyebrows.  "I picked this flower with my own hands. Among all the flowers, this peony is the most beautiful." Yang Guang looked at the peony with branches and leaves with admiration.  Hearing this, the young girl moved lightly to the hall, then raised her peonies to show them to everyone in the hall, and there were eunuchs following the Si Hua girl holding high candles. Of course, they also asked me  You and Yang Shidao can take a closer look at the three delicate red peonies blooming among the green leaves on the branches. The petals of these three red peonies overlap and are delicate and delicate.  The tender yellow stamens in the center of the flower look particularly attractive, as if the green blood is studded with a few topaz.  Under the candlelight, next to the peony, such a delicate color reflected the beauty of the flower girl with skin as white as snow.  "That's the case, my dear brother, I'd like to start the conversation with him." Yang Shidao looked at the red peonies for a long time, then nodded slightly to me, and then began to recite the idea he had brewed in the already silent front hall.  of poetry.  "Hanjia Yiluo Jiuchong City, Royal Road Floating Bridge Wanliping" ———————————————— PS: If you want to win, please vote quickly, it will expire tomorrow
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