Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

The pen is not the famous Xuanzhou Zihao, but the ordinary rabbit pen. In the eyes of good pens, this can only be regarded as influential. However, when this pen was held by Chen Youlan's slender fingers, it seemed to be a little more agile for no reason. Perhaps the legendary "pointing" meant this.

The people of Tang dynasty used small pens with harder points. Chen Youlan manipulated the nib to walk quickly on the paper, leaving behind a long string of dark ink marks. It was the very delicate lower letters, neat and tidy, which looked pleasing and pleasing to the eye.

Li Xin nodded while watching.

Chen Youlan didn't write and read like the old scholar, but after he finished writing quickly, he threw the poem-written paper to the maid very coolly. The maid was very embarrassed. She hurriedly held the written paper with her hands, as if she was holding something sacred, and ran all the way back to Aunt Hu, wanting to hand the paper to her.

However, Aunt Hu also avoided this paper with words like a snake. Fortunately, she used to hang around in the wind and moon field. She had already practiced thicker than a copper wall. She scolded the maid and said, "What do you give it to me? I don't know if I can't read? Deliberately want to take my Aunt Hu's face? Read it to Miss Xiuxiu!"

The maid returned to her soul immediately, and suddenly realized that she ran up to the attic amidst the laughter of countless scholars in the shop, and carefully handed Chen Youlan's poems into Xiuxiu's hands.

Only then did Li Xin understand why the maid was embarrassed as soon as she received Chen Youlan's poem-since Chen Youlan didn't read it herself, the maid should read the poem out of course, but she was not literate, so she asked Aunt Hu for help, but Aunt Hu also I don't know how to read, so I have this scene just now.

It was the beginning of the Tang Dynasty. The literacy rate of the people was pitifully low. A brick was thrown on the street and ten people were killed. It was guaranteed that all nine of them could not read one in large characters. The remaining one could only write his own name: Ding Yiyi , A little more complicated, it doesn’t matter. Of course, there is no alternative. The economic foundation determines the superstructure, and the people are not full of food. How can they think about studying and thinking about class transition?

Li Xin was flying away, and the girl Xiuxiu in the attic had quietly started Chen Youlan's masterpiece and began to read it. In fact, as early as she had just read what was written on the paper, and before she could even speak, her eyes suddenly lit up, like a beating lamp in the dark night.

Her voice sounded very excited, like a child who had found the treasure excitedly greeted her little friend to come and watch together. She read: "The name of the poem "Qiao Qiao". Tonight on Chinese Valentine's Day, I will watch Bixiao, and the Morning Glory and Weaver Girl will cross the river bridge. Every family begs for Qiao Qiao to look at the autumn moon, wearing tens of thousands of red silk."

As soon as the voice fell, everyone was silent.

None of the people present are illiterate, at least they are literati who can write one or two crooked poems. Limited by their talents, they may not be able to write a good poem in their entire life, but they can at least tell whether a poem is good or not. This has nothing to do with talent, just basic skills.

Obviously, Chen Youlan made a good poem. Fortunately, all the literati present at the scene were stupid, as if someone had opened a hole in their chest and was pouring lemon juice into them frantically.....Well, there was no such thing in the Tang Dynasty. The lemon is a fruit.

Anyway, these guys are all sour, so sour, and at the same time moved by this beautiful and compelling poem, there is really no way to say something bad about this poem. Of course, Li Xin believes that among so many scholars present, there will definitely be some ignorant people, but if they want to see such a shocked expression on the students around them, they should not dare to stand up blindly. It's beep, lest you be ridiculed.

"Papa!" Li Xin had no choice but to applaud first and exclaimed, "Good poetry!"

Qin Huaiyu immediately returned to his senses, looked at Chen Youlan next to him in admiration, and yelled: "Good poem! Good poem! Brother Chen really learned a lot! Younger admiration!" He said nothing wrong, just worthy. Shang Qin Huaiyu's majestic figure always gives people a sense of noncompliance.

These two cried out like this, and all the other people present also clapped and screamed "good poetry, good poetry". The atmosphere in Zuichun Tower became very warm.

Girl Xiuxiu also clapped in the attic, with a bright smile. She knew that if the poem was spread tonight, her name would be indispensable in the story. At that time, her fame spread throughout Chang'an, and becoming a prostitute is just around the corner. This is the ultimate dream of every prostitute.

Although Aunt Hu is illiterate, she also understands what is happening right now. At the Qixi Festival Poetry Meeting held by her Zuichun Tower, she published a poem that everyone can praise. This is God wanting to make Zuichun Tower on fire! As she thought about it, she followed everyone with open eyes and a smile, and her hands were red.

Chen Youlan sat next to Li Xin, with a proud expression and a flushed face. First, she humbly bowed her hand to the people present, then gave Li Xin a demonstrative look, and said, "How about? Is it better? Maybe admit defeat as soon as possible, it's better in face!"

Li Xin laughed with his palms and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, I haven't done it yet. After I have written it, I have to write a random poem even if it is a crooked poem. This is considered a competition."

"Humph." Chen Youlan snorted, seeming to feel a little dissatisfied with Li Xin's unwillingness to admit defeat, and even delusional thinking about winning against her.

The enthusiasm for this song "Qiao Qiao" lasted for a full quarter of an hour before it gradually subsided. Although Xiuxiu has secretly selected Chen Youlan's "Qiao Qiao" as the best work of tonight, but the rest of the poem club should be finished, so as not to provoke gossip and say that they are drunk in the dark of the spring building. So much.

She stood in the attic and randomly dropped the third hydrangea tonight.

The equally beautifully decorated hydrangea fell from the attic along almost the same track, but people's reaction to it was very different from the reaction to its first two brothers.

No one will fight for the hydrangea anymore. Everyone tried their best to push the hydrangea away from themselves, as if something bad was stained on the hydrangea. In the end, a teenager about thirteen or fourteen years old couldn't push the hydrangea away, so he blushed and took the hydrangea in his hand.

Upon seeing this, Li Xin cursed silently in his heart: "When I was thirteen or fourteen years old, he learned how to visit brothels. Do you know what four young people are thinking, ethical, educated and disciplined in the new century?"

Well, in fact, from the perspective of others, he is only seventeen years old this year, and he is not much older than his critic.

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