Chapter 86 Bad Poetry

Shangguan Wan'er's voice was crisp and beautiful, like a pearl hitting a jade plate, very pleasant.

"Shangguan Wan'er?" Although his ex-girlfriend had Shangguan Wan'er's memories, he didn't have much. Li Longji was also curious about Shangguan Wan'er, a famous talented woman from the Tang Dynasty, and looked at her with wide eyes.

I saw Shangguan Wan'er tall, graceful figure, delicate curves, delicate face and delicate skin. Although she was already a middle-aged woman, she added a bit of attractive charm.

"What a beautiful woman. She is not only talented, but also so beautiful." Li Longji secretly praised in her heart.

"Shangguan Wan'er?" Just as Li Longji looked at Shangguan Wan'er, a commotion triggered.

Shangguan Wan'er was a famous talented woman in the Tang Dynasty. She was famous all over the world. She can be said to be known to all women and children. Many people only heard of her name and have never seen her herself. How can she not cause a commotion when she first saw her today?

"Wan'er, you will comment on this poetry competition." Wu Zetian rushed to Shangguan Wan'er and said.

"Abide by the order." Shangguan Wan'er received the order and then asked Wu Zetian: "I dare to ask Your Majesty, what is the subject?"

As for poetry, of course we have to point out the topic. The person who points out the topic is Wu Zetian.

"Today is a celebration of the festival, so don't have too many constraints. Just recite poems as you like." Wu Zetian thought for a while and said, "Of course, it's best if you can meet the situation."

This statement also makes sense. The Mid-Autumn Festival is naturally the main focus of celebration. If it is a topic, there will be a layer of constraints. Without this limitation, you can recite poems and lyrics as you wish, and you will have more fun.

"Wan'er understands." Shangguan Wan'er nodded.

Shangguan Wan'er turned around and blessed her with blessings, like a fairy's dance, very beautiful. She opened her cherry lips lightly and said, "Shangguan Wan'er was ordered to comment. If there is any lack, please forgive me."

This is a scene. After the explanation, the topic changed and said, "Dear men of all the talents, who will take the lead?"

As soon as she finished speaking, many people were eager to try, but they were worried and no one responded, and they were a little unlucky.

"This..." Wu Zetian raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

She didn't expect that this would be the result.

"Your Majesty, Shangguan is famous all over the world. It is certainly a supreme glory to win her praise. If you can't get her praise, it would be embarrassing." Di Renjie reminded.

"Oh." Wu Zetian suddenly realized.

Shangguan Wan'er was a famous talented woman in the Tang Dynasty. Her talent was famous in later generations. Even in modern society, she still had a high reputation, which shows how great her talent is.

Shangguan Wan'er can have the status she has today and become one of the people Wu Zetian trusts most because of her extraordinary talent.

She was originally Shangguan Yi's granddaughter. Sun Guanyi drafted the edict for Emperor Gaozong of Tang to abolish Wu Zetian. When Wu Zetian was angry, Emperor Gaozong of Tang became weak. Not only did he fail to abolish Wu Zetian, but he betrayed Shangguan Yi. Wu Zetian forced Emperor Gaozong of Tang to kill Shangguan Yi, and the young Shangguan Wan'er was not a palace slave.

At the age of fourteen, she was appreciated by Wu Zetian. The reason why Wu Zetian appreciated her was because Wu Zetian made the topic on the spot. Shangguan Wan'er wrote a quick idea and had gorgeous lyrics, just like a long-standing structure. Wu Zetian spared her identity as a palace slave and let her take charge of the seals in the palace.

Many of Wu Zetian's edicts were written by Shangguan Wan'er.

Shangguan Wan'er's comments on poems and essays are both inspiration and great pressure for everyone. Being able to get Shangguan Wan'er's praise is certainly a beautiful thing; if she cannot get her praise, it is embarrassing, so people are both excited and worried.

"Zhang said, you have a great poem, you can write one first." Wu Zetian said to Zhang.

Zhang Shuo was not only the best in the world, but also a very famous talent at that time. He had many poems passed down from generation to generation. When everyone was worried, Zhang Shuo took the lead and would have a very inspiring effect.

"Abide by the order." Zhang said to receive the order.

"Mr. Zhang's poem is rare, and this trip is worthwhile today."

"Mr. Zhang is not only the best in the world, but also the literary talent is extremely high. I am blessed today."

Zhang said that talent was famous all over the world. When he heard that he wanted to write a poem, everyone was very excited. They all opened their eyes wide, pricked up their ears, and listened quietly, for fear of missing some details.

Zhang Shuo frowned and began to walk, step by step, step by step, three steps and four steps...

At seven steps, he suddenly stopped and chanted loudly: "The holy government only reads the ancients, and the guest door leads talent. The fang is built because of buying books, and the hall is open for the gathering of wise men. The stars are under the stars, and the immortal seal is back. The words are like dragons, and the rhyme is coming with phoenixes..."

"Okay." A cheering sounded, people were very excited and their eyes shone.

"Seven steps, seven steps." Wu Zetian tapped his right hand on the short table and said with a smile: "Cao Zijian's seven steps into poetry is a beautiful story for all ages, and Zhang Shuo also makes poetry for all seven steps into poetry, which will definitely leave its name for all ages."

"What Your Majesty said is extremely true." Many people agreed loudly.

"This Zhang Shuo is really amazing." Li Longji focused his attention and praised Zhang Shuo very much, and said intimately: "I am worthy of being a famous prime minister in Kaiyuan and a versatile talent in civil and military affairs!"

Zhang said that he was one of the important promoters of the Kaiyuan prosperous era, and the more powerful he was, the better he was.

"Shangguan Wan'er's poems do not require comments from Shangguan Wan'er." Shangguan Wan'er's crisp voice sounded.

Such poems are no longer needed to be commented on, and the cheers of the crowd are the best proof.

"Zhang said, come and have a drink." Wu Zetian filled a glass of wine with his own hands and handed it to Zhang.

"Thank you Your Majesty." Zhang Shuo's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he took it forward, thanked Wu Zetian, took it in his hand, raised his neck and drank it dry, which was so happy that it made him even more excited than writing the Great Writing of the Age.

What a glory it would be to be able to get Wu Zetian to pour wine with her own hands, and it would be worth a thousand dollars.

"This... why didn't I take the lead?" Many people regretted it.

With Zhang Shuo's leading role, the atmosphere immediately became warm. Everyone wrote poems and poems, and Shangguan Wan'er's comments were very exquisite.

The person who was praised by Shangguan Wan'er was very happy, and the person who was not praised was very disappointed.

The Tang Dynasty was a country of poetry. Everyone was proud of writing poetry. There were many people who could write poetry, and there were many talented men and famous people among them, and they wrote some excellent works.

Time flies very quickly, and soon it is time for the moon to be in the middle of the sky, and no one writes poems anymore.

Writing poetry requires inspiration, but inspiration is not always available. It is rare that poetry competitions can last for such a long time.

"No one?" Wu Zetian asked.

"Your Majesty, I'll do it." Li Longji stood up and said.

Li Longji regarded this banquet as a good opportunity for him to become famous, and of course he would not miss it. However, he could not recite poems as soon as he came, and had to wait for the best opportunity.

No one recites poems anymore, and it's time for Li Longji to appear.

"You?" Wu Zetian was surprised, shook his head and said, "Sanlang, don't show off."

Li Longji is smart and wise, and is first-class in stepping on people. Wu Zetian will believe it. However, she really doesn't believe that Li Longji can recite poems. She has such good intentions.

"This King of Chu knew how to show off his strength." The ministers also shook their heads.

"Li Longji, you have a meal for a few more years." Wu Sansi certainly would not miss this opportunity to ridicule Li Longji.

"You are a hundred years old without talent. You can only eat, right?" Li Longji retorted.

"Puchi." The ministers burst into laughter.

This Li Longji is so swearing without swearing, and it is so harmful.

Li Longji was calling Wu Sansi a wine bag, and of course Wu Sansi would not accept it. His face turned pale and his eyes were full of resentment.

"What else do you do besides knowing how to eat?" Li Longji pursued him relentlessly, saying, "I have a genius, you recite a poem."

Seeing that these two people were carrying them, everyone's eyes slipped around Li Longji and Wu Sansi, with a funny look on their faces, ready to see the show.

When reciting poems, Wu Sansi is really not good at it and is a little hesitant.

"You are really unbearable. You are not even as good as me, a boy." Li Longji's lips cracked and he sneered.

He also touched his face. Wu Sansi certainly understood that Li Longji was exposing his scars and reiterated that Li Longji stepped on his face. This was his great humiliation, and his anger rushed to the door.

"If you recite poems, you will recite poems." Wu Sansi could no longer hold it back and stood up with a rub.

"Can you recite poems?" Wu Chengsi wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

"I..." Wu Sansi regretted it as soon as he stood up. When it comes to flattering, he is first-class, and when it comes to reciting poetry, he is really not good at reciting poetry, but now there is no way out. If he does not recite poetry, he will lose all his face.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven or eight..." Wu Sansi's eyes were rolling around, and he saw everyone drinking constantly and began to count the wine glasses.

brush!

Wu Sansi became slower and slower, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Puchi." Everyone laughed out loud.

"Haha!" Someone even laughed loudly, laughing so hard that he leaned back and forth.

Shangguan Wan'er shook her head with a look of regret. Why is Wu Sansi so unhappy? When Li Longji was excited, he said.
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