In the garden of the Princess Mansion, apart from Su Li's uninterrupted recitation, there was silence. Several maids who have been ordered in advance are writing at their desks. Even though they copied extremely fast, they still couldn't keep up with Su Li's rhythm. Every time a poem is copied out, someone will send it outside the mansion and paste it on the wall next to the mansion gate. Chang Sun Chong wanted to make Su Li famous, so he tried his best to create a big scene. But Su Li doesn't have to! He only needs to have someone post his poems on the door, and people will come naturally. Tang people are brilliant, the best poetry! Poems that can be handed down from generation to generation have their own charm. At the beginning, passers-by were puzzled when they saw the servant sticking the poem on the door.
People with good intentions stop and stay, and they are attracted by just one glance, and they don't want to look away anymore. If one person stays, ten people can be curious. Before he knew it, there were already a crowd of onlookers standing in front of the princess mansion. Those who came first shook their heads one by one, reciting poems in their mouths, with a look of fascination. The latecomers all asked the servants guarding the wall one after another. When they learned that Su Li, the son-in-law, was drinking and composing poems in the mansion, they posted these poems for people to appreciate. All of them opened their mouths in surprise! In just half an hour, the walls on both sides of the Princess Mansion were covered with paper. The scholars "five two three" were all terrified and inexplicable. Could it be that Su Li's son-in-law has been composing poems without stopping? And then read the poems on the wall carefully, and you will be shocked again! Each of these poems is enough to pass on to future generations. After reading it carefully, I found that this terrifying number of poems has a variety of styles and ups and downs. Involuntarily, these scholars thought of the rumor that went viral in Chang'an City recently. Saying that the son-in-law Su Li is a hypocrite who deceives the world and steals her name! Many scholars, who usually play with words and ink, were quite convinced of the well-founded rumor. After seeing it today, I suddenly woke up. It turned out that I was just watching the sky from a well, and I never understood what the world of geniuses is like! Time keeps ticking.
As the scholars who came earlier called for friends and companions, more and more scholars gathered in front of the mansion. Not long after, the Grand Dao where the Princess Mansion is located was completely blocked. Looking around, there are black and shaking human heads everywhere. The latecomers can't squeeze in, they can only listen to word of mouth from the front. But in this way, how can it be possible to see the whole picture of all poems? Most of what they heard were sporadic quatrains. But there are too many poems that can't stand it. Hundreds of fragments of poems spread, making the people behind scratch their heads in anxiety, wishing to rush to the wall to see clearly. At this time, I saw several servants walking out of the door carrying ladders. They took down the poems that had been plastered all over the wall. This move immediately attracted thousands of onlookers to howl and protest. The scholars all thought that the display of these poems was over. However, what happened next shocked everyone. Another group of servants came out and started pasting poems on the empty walls. But after a while, the poems on the wall were changed. The news quickly spread among the crowd, causing an uproar. At this moment, in the minds of these scholars, there was only one thought that made them tremble when they thought about it. "My son-in-law, Su Li, is she still writing poems?" This wave of replacements made the later scholars beat their chests. They realized a serious problem! Since the poems on the wall have been replaced once, they will be replaced a second time. They haven't seen the real content of the previous poems. If you continue to replace like this, wouldn't you be at a big loss? A wealthy scholar immediately waved his silver to clear the way, trying to squeeze in front. But no one was willing to give way, and the scene was once very chaotic. After all, they are all respectable scholars, and soon, the scholars reached an agreement. The scholars in the back raised money together, and asked the scholars standing in front to copy the poems on the wall. Immediately, someone moved tables and chairs, and dozens of scholars sat under the wall, eagerly reading.
The other scholars are looking forward to it from behind. As more and more poems are copied, those who have something to do will naturally copy another copy, and the School Disciple will be given to friends and classmates who can't come because of something. Scholars immersed in the beautiful poems have already forgotten the existence of time. Before you know it, the hour of Hai has passed. Chang'an City, the small treasury is open. Marquis Wu, who was patrolling the streets, took to the streets, only to find that at this time in the past, Chang'an City, which should have been quiet, was full of houses with lights still on. Through many windows, you can see some silhouettes shaking their heads, and you can faintly hear the sound of excited reading. At this time, if someone looks down from the sky. Then you can see the stunning scene of Chang'an City brightly lit! After patrolling the streets, Marquis Wu came to the road where the gate of the princess mansion was located, and turned the corner, the scene in front of them immediately made them stand on the spot. The originally wide Grand Dao was almost filled with crowds of people. In the dark crowd, some people looked up to the sky and sighed, some sang loudly, and some muttered to themselves and wept secretly. This weird scene made Marquis Wuzhi's scalp tingle when he watched the street. In their hearts, a thought that made them shudder came to mind simultaneously: These gentle scholars in the past have collectively gone crazy? In the princess mansion, Su Li himself couldn't remember how many poems he had recited and how much wine he had drunk. However, his strong physical fitness kept him extremely clear-headed. Today was originally the last poetry meeting he had planned, and he had already prepared to put an end to his career as a poet. After tonight, no one in the world dares to question himself on poetry! He doesn't care about other people's doubts at all, but he can't ignore Chang Le's feelings! Chang Sun Chong? It's just a clown, and he and I have never been in the same world. If it weren't for worrying about Changle, even if it was the incarnation of the ancestors who wiped out the eldest grandson's family, so what? Yang Qingbai in front of Su Li has a complex face, with expressions of fear and shame appearing in turn, as if changing faces. In any case, from the beginning to the present, Yang Qingbai's footsteps have not moved a bit. He dare not! Because Su Li was questioned in public before, but now he is slapped in the face by poems written by Su Li. If he hides his face at this time and walks away, in the future, Chang Sun Chong will have no place to stand on his own! At the same time, he doesn't want to!
Although Yang Qingbai's mind is dark, he is a scholar who loves poetry. He could clearly tell how terrifying the poems in Su Li's mouth were. It is even more clear in my heart that the current scene is absolutely unprecedented, and there will be no one in the future! I personally witnessed the birth of a fairy in a poem that shocks the past and the present! Those shocking poems also touched Yang Qingbai's heart. Therefore, even if he knows that such a beautiful event that is destined to be famous through the ages, he will appear as a villain. But Yang Qingbai is still happy with it! The inner conflict made Yang Qingbai extremely entangled in his heart. But his honest body has already betrayed his heart! Even if Yang Qingbai was like this, the noble ladies who participated in the poetry meeting looked even more crazy at this time. They never imagined that they would witness such a scene with their own eyes in their lifetime... They will never forget in their whole life that on this night, they will be hysterical and crazy because of poetry! Li Xueyan was also extremely excited. Even though she already knew that Su Li was prepared, but at this moment, she found out. I still underestimated Su Li's poetic talent. She couldn't help turning her head away, looking at the eyes shining [quietly looking at Su Li's Changle. Li Xueyan's eyes were complicated, with envy mixed with a trace of loneliness. She took a deep look at Su Li. "As soon as he embroiders his mouth, he is half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty...Tonight, he alone has been a shining star in the literary world for nearly decades..." On the other side, at Changsun Chong's residence, Yang Qingbai has not returned for a long time. Everyone who participated in the poetry meeting chatted absent-mindedly. Chang Sun Chong was inexplicably flustered, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. After staring for half an hour, I suddenly saw a person rushing in. "Brother grandson, I suddenly received news that Su Li was composing poems continuously at the Princess Mansion Poetry Conference and posted them in front of the mansion..." Panting heavily from the brisk walk, the man took out a stack of papers at the same time. Changsun Chong snatched it with his hands, looked down, and immediately stood there dumbfounded. "The emperor can't get on the boat... The emperor can't get on the boat..." Seeing Chang Sun Chong's appearance, the others were puzzled.
A well-connected scholar took the stack of papers from the astonished eldest Sun Chong. Just glanced at it, and this person was also taken aback. The reaction of the two immediately aroused the curiosity of others. Soon, the stack of dozens of poems copied from the Princess Mansion was circulated at the poetry meeting. Everyone, after seeing those poems, had the same reaction as Chang Sun Chong. At this moment, they only felt the burning pain on their faces, as if someone had slapped a dozen or so slaps hard. Before these people still firmly believed in doubting Su Li, they were shattered by these poems. "Su Li began to write poems without stopping for a moment. The wall in front of the Princess Mansion has already been plastered all over, and I don't know how many times it has been replaced. The scholars who watched the copying have already copied their wrists sorely, but they refuse to leave... ..." The person who came to send the poem said with an extremely complicated expression. Soon, his words were verified. After a while, people came to deliver poems, one after another, almost lined up. Those newly released poems, even if an ordinary person writes only one poem in a lifetime, is enough to pass on the name to future generations. But at this moment, just like the Dabai dishes sold in the market, Su Li threw it out. What's even more frightening is that when writing poems of this level, he doesn't need to think at all, just opens his mouth. With the continuous flow of poems. All the scholars present were first ashamed, then gradually turned into shock, and in the end almost all became numb. After a long time, a scholar put down the paper in his hand, and then let out a long sigh. "What a 'spring comes, if I don't speak first, which insect dares to make a sound'... After tonight, I will have no face to write poems!" Then, with shame on his face, he covered his face and threw away! Seeing this scene, the rest of the scholars felt sorry for each other. Immediately afterwards, more and more people left silently. Chang Sun Chong turned a blind eye to this scene. At this time, he was holding a page of poems, his eyes were serious. After a long time, he suddenly laughed at himself. "Please come to Lingyan Pavilion for a while, if you are a scholar with tens of thousands of households..." The eldest grandson's thoughts were extremely complicated, and he couldn't help feeling a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart. That night, no one knew how many poems Su Li wrote. People just know.
On this day, at night in Chang'an, the lights were bright, and I didn't sleep all night!