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If it weren't for Zuo Wenbin, no one would have known about Han Ce's talents.
"Big Liang talents come forth in large numbers, and there is no shortage of me!"
Han Ce replied straightforwardly.
After Emperor Jingrui ascended the throne, he emphasized military affairs and literature, and Daliang's literary world has risen in recent years.
"Can?"
Wanting to say more, Lin Nianrou hesitated to speak, she and Han Ce just met by chance, so why should she be aggressive!
Now on the other side.
"Old Yan has already left!"
"left?"
Yan Zhenpan and the others wanted to meet and waited in the room for a while, when a student ran in and told Yan Zhenpan about Han Ce's departure.
How many people were shocked and left? How should this be done.
"I gonna go see!"
Lin Mingzhang got up and was about to walk outside the house.
At the same time, Yan Zhenpan and Xiao Wengong followed closely behind.
When I came outside, sure enough, no one was there.
"Old Yan! Worthy King! Prime Minister!"
When everyone saw Yan Zhenpan and the others coming out, they immediately bowed to pay homage.
"Where are people?"
Lin Mingzhang asked.
"Reply, Mr. Xiangguo, the person has already left and said that his mouth is dry!" Someone stepped forward and answered quietly.
"Is it from my Daliang?"
Xiao Wengong asked the person in front of him, not to mention whether to leave or not, the most important thing for him now is to know where this person is from.
"I am from Daliang, and Xiangguo's daughter should know him."
Everyone looked at Lin Mingzhang, wanting to know some information from Lin Mingzhang, but Lin Mingzhang was also at a loss, he really didn't know.
"If I were from Daliang, it would be easy!"
Xiao Wengong said, as long as they are from Daliang, they can find them.
"Such a talent, why didn't I know it before? Could it be that this person hides his strength and bides his time, and wants to become a blockbuster?" Someone raised a question, recovering from the shock of the poem, naturally discussing his motives.
With the rise of the literary world in Daliang, naturally there are many talents hidden in the market.
Some people are arrogant and look down on fame and fortune, some are indifferent and do not pursue fame and fortune, and some would rather spend their lives chic than chasing fame and fortune.
Now it seems that this person is one of them.
"It's a pity to miss it at such a big age!"
Yan Zhenpan said.
Ascend?
Really speaking of Yan Zhenpan's heart, it is definitely a famous sentence through the ages, a poem that will last forever.
? While discussing, everyone looked at Duanmuling, Zhuang Bufan, and Liu Bangyan. These three were the main people competing for the poetry title, but no one expected it to turn out like this.
There was sympathy and pity in everyone's eyes.
What a tragic thing to be defeated by an unknown person.
Xiao Yanqi also frowned, he is a talented man, he also has a lot of friends, why didn't he meet him.
"check!"
Xiao Yanqi said coldly, if there is such a talented person, he must be drawn into his camp.
"Everyone, Duanmuling bids farewell!"
Duanmuling took a step forward and said that he was humiliating himself when he made a move in the seven-character verse of Denggao. In this case, it is better to leave freely.
"Liu Bangyan also bid farewell!"
Seeing Duanmuling leave, Liu Bangyan immediately followed.
This genius who turned out to be born out of nowhere covered up the light of everyone, not to mention other poems, just by climbing the heights, he has already surpassed them.
Everyone left one after another.
The Poetry Conference ended earlier than expected.
This is all because of Han Ce, because Han Ce made the following fighting poems meaningless.
After Han Ce wrote poems, some people wrote poems as if they were chewing wax, and they were uninteresting to listen to. They were completely children's doggerel.
"This is the first time since I established the country in Great Liang!"
Xiao Wengong said helplessly, it can only be said that ascending the heights is too amazing, so amazing that it blocks the talents of scholars all over the world.
This will be a milestone.
"Fortunately, Shi Kui finally fell into the hands of our leader!" Lin Mingzhang said happily.
Although they don't know the other party's name, their goal has been achieved, and Emperor Jingrui is satisfied.??, he and Zuo Tong were inadvertently owed someone a favor.
"This award?"
Yan Zhenpan said helplessly.
I don't know who do I know? How to announce?
"Old Yan, you have high morals and high prestige. I will leave the title of Poem Chief with you for the time being. When you find this person in the future, you will confer it on him!" Xiao Wengong came up with a good idea.
No one would disagree with Yan Zhenpan's status.
"I think it's okay!"
Lin Mingzhang nodded.
"At this point, that's the only way to go!" Yan Zhenpan also nodded, and in the next half a day, everyone began to silently write Han Ce's poems.
"No, no, two orioles singing green willows, and the latter sentence is to return a thousand miles of Jiangling in one day! How did you write that the door is a thousand miles away from Dongwu?"
"You're not right, it's clearly a group of egrets flying into the sky."
"That's not right either. The moonlight is shining in front of the bed, and the sweat drips down to the ground? This preface doesn't match the postscript."
"It's looking up at the bright moon!"
"What do you look up at the bright moon? It should be suspected that there is frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, and look down at your hometown!"
Everyone began to work hard to piece together and silently recite what they remembered.
"Old Yan has produced one!"
One person delivered a complete poem to Yan Zhenpan.
"Good poetry! It's really free and easy. I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is goneWhat kind of feelings are there to write such famous lines!"
Yan Zhenpan recited repeatedly, as if he had been completely immersed in this heroic, free and easy artistic conception.
Soon the poems were sent up one by one.
Yan Zhenpan can't put it down for every capital.
The last thing I saw was already trembling a little.
"I have no regrets in this life to meet such a good poem!" Yan Zhenpan said excitedly.
"Why does that person look a little like Young Master?"
Soon someone frowned and expressed their doubts. Han Ce visited the Fengyue Tower when he came to the capital, so someone must have seen it.
"Young master?"
"That's right, the young master of the Zhenbeihou Mansion?"
"Are you crazy? If he can compose poems, I can stand on my head and eat shit!" One person waved his hand and said, Han Ce is a well-known prodigal son of Daliang. sharp.
These two people just don't match at all, okay?
Everyone felt that this person's suspicion was a bit unconscionable, and even compared Han Ce with this genius, which is not insulting him.
In Zhenbeihou's mansion, Han Ce sneezed one after another.
"Master, are you sick?" Mu Hanfeng asked.
"No!" Han Ce rubbed the tip of his nose, wondering who was talking about him at this moment.
"Today, Lord Marquis, you are showing off your demeanor!"
Mu Hanfeng was also watching from the sidelines. After all, Han Ce's commotion was so loud that it was difficult for people to ignore it.
"so so!"
Han Ce said with a smile.
Daliang Palace, Royal Study Room.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty, the chief poet has finally returned to Daliang!" Lin Mingzhang and Zuo Tong came to report the situation to Emperor Jingrui, after all, the chief poet is a big deal. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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