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Volume 1 Chapter 74: The Great Talent of the General Family

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    Well, this poem by Yang Shidao is not short. It should be called a poem. Anyway, it is very long and the poems are luxurious. It really gives people a feeling of splendor and grandeur on the golden wall. Although it also mentions peonies, it does not fully highlight them.  , but instead praised the noise and bustle of today’s banquet.  But it was still quite impressive. At least after Master Yang finished reciting the Tao, there were endless cheers. Even Yang Guang couldn't help but laugh and praise: "Jing You is worthy of being the most beautiful and talented man in the Yang family."  Yang Xiong was also very excited. Well, his smiling eyes narrowed into thin slits. He seemed to be quite proud of his son's talent.  However, he still said a few words of modesty, and then his eyes fell on me.  Taking a deep breath, I looked around, feeling the spring breeze blowing from outside the hall, and thinking of the scene of the flowers falling in the garden just now, I already had a good sentence in my mind.  Her eyes fell on the peony in the hand of the flower girl, and she raised her voice and sang out an eternal song of cherishing flowers, pitying flowers and loving flowers. In the spring of the eighth year of Daye, she sang it in the palace of Guande Palace in Luoyang City. It will be passed down through the ages.  Carry on "The red peony in the melancholy hall has only two branches left in the evening. It should be blown away when the wind rises tomorrow, but the red peony fades at night to watch the fire" Although the voice is not powerful, it has the unique clearness of young people.  , coupled with my master’s skills as a host for many years, this song of "Cherishing the Peony" allows me to express my sincere emotions in my heart.  As soon as this poem came out, the only sound in the hall was the gentle whimpering of the spring breeze, and everyone was stunned.  Even Yang Shidao, who had just been so satisfied with his masterpiece, had a stiff expression, half grinning, and his originally handsome face was now distorted like the Hunchback of Notre Dame.  Yang Guang let out a light sigh, then stood up and strode towards this side. When he came to the flower girl, he looked at the peonies in her hands. Naturally, he also saw that among the three peonies, there were indeed two peony petals.  Slightly scattered.  Yang Guang took a deep breath, turned around, looked at me deeply, and the smile on his face became more and more harmonious: " What a great Changsun Wuji, you really live up to the praise of King Guande, you love me so much  My love for the flowers is fully expressed in the poem, and I cannot help but admire your talent. " "It is indeed a blessing for our court to have such a talented person come from a family of generals. I respect you, Your Majesty."  At this time, an honorable man standing in the hall stood up, bowed deeply to Yang Guang and said with emotion.  Well, I have to say that this flattery was just right. At least Yang Guang couldn't help laughing, and all the nobles in the hall also flattered him. Well, of course I will not do it under such circumstances.  He looked arrogant or righteous, but continued to stand there with a humble and respectful attitude. On the other hand, Yang Shidao stood beside me with a melancholy look on his face, chewing my master's masterpiece repeatedly in his mouth.  "I'm not as good as Duo. Your masterpiece is beyond the reach of my brother." While those people were chattering, Yang Shidao smiled bitterly at me.  "Whatever brother said, every poem has its own beauty. Don't brother's works also get the applause of the whole house?" This brother seems to be a little bit shocked. Unfortunately, I can only  Sincerely accept his praise, for no other reason than that, at least as a plagiarist, you have to accept the praises you deserve for the original author of those poems.  While humbly accepting praises and praises, I silently mourn in my heart for the original authors of poems who will definitely have sad faces and tears in the long history of the future after being shamelessly plagiarized by me at this moment.  And Li Yuan is worthy of being the father of my virtuous brother. He was very considerate of a young man like me. At this time, he also jumped out to help: "Your Majesty, Changsun Wuji is not only talented in literature, but also has excellent calligraphy."  If not, let Wuji record this poem on paper and present it to His Majesty. " "That's exactly what I said," said the old minister. "Although King Guande's son was defeated by me, this old man is indeed a great man.  A large amount of people did not express envy, jealousy or hatred and then thought about how to deal with this young man like me. Instead, they stood on the same side as Li Yuan and said good things for me. This young master couldn't help but feel a little more favorable towards King Guande.  At least compared to Duan Wenzhen, Yang Xiong's vision and broadmindedness are much higher than Duan Wenzhen.  "Haha, didn't you remind me, I almost forgot, I will wait for you with pen and ink when you come" Yang Guang raised his eyebrows and ordered loudly. In a short time, someone put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that had been prepared before.  The table was put on the table and carried into the hall. At this time, the nobles who were originally sitting behind the table did not care about their dignity and all moved forward.  But after all, the emperor was here, so they all had the good sense not to get too close, but they all stretched their necks, wanting to see the body of my eldest grandson.  We didn’t bother to refuse, so we knelt down in front of the case and wrote with concentration. It didn’t take much effort to write.Shidao's poem and my master's masterpiece are all recorded on paper.  After all, I have been writing Spring Festival couplets for red, white and happy events for many years. I have never seen any big scenes. Just think of these onlookers of the Sui Dynasty nobles as a group of honest peasants wearing Jiefang shoes and extras in makeup.  After Fang finished recording these two poems, he heard footsteps coming from beside him. When he looked up, he realized that besides Yang Guang, two officials had stood behind me at some point, looking at me with stern eyes.  handwriting.  Yang Guang didn't take it seriously when he saw this scene. He smiled at the two of them and said, "Ouyang Aiqing and Yu Aiqing are both here. It's just a good time to review Changsun Wuji's book for me." ————————  ———————————— Hearing these two surnames, my heart skipped a beat. Being able to comment on calligraphy works for Yang Guang, the Sui Emperor, at least shows that these two have attainments in calligraphy.  They are quite high-end, could they be Yu Shinan and Ouyang Xun, who are known as the four great families in the early Tang Dynasty?  "It turns out that Ouyang Xun and Yu Shiji have arrived. With these two people's comments, we must know how much this Changsun Wuji weighs." Several nobles nearby whispered to each other,  My ear is not bad, so I heard everything, but I couldn't help but be stunned. Yu Shiji was a famous and treacherous official in the Sui Dynasty. Could it be that this guy is also a calligrapher?  Even more powerful than his younger brother Yu Shinan.  "This" Ouyang Xun, who is over fifty years old and has a slightly frosty beard and hair, lowered his body and saw my handwriting. He let out a light sigh first, then took it in his hand and looked at it with an eyebrow. Yu Shiji, who was about the same age, also came over.  , both of them stared and closed their mouths to admire the calligraphy of this young master, not paying attention to the whispers of many nobles around them.  I raised my eyes and glanced, well, I don’t know many of these high-ranking officials, but Duan Wenzhen was also among the crowd at the moment, with a complicated expression and his eyes flickering. I glanced at the calm and calm young master, and then stretched his head to look.  Take a look at my master's masterpiece that Ouyang Xun holds in his hand.  "Changsun Wuji, at what age did you start practicing calligraphy?" As the emperor, Yang Guang was naturally embarrassed to poke his head in and join in the fun.  Then he turned around and asked warmly.  Although Yang Guang is quite tall and majestic, like a warrior, his conversation is very modest and elegant, which is not as described in the history books. He seems to be like Xia Jie and Shang Zhou, always rolling up his sleeves and grabbing clothes to win over people.  The tyrant who tore chicken into pieces.  ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: Arrived, new vote, continue to code, code every day, my head is numb.
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