Well, this poem by Master Yang is not short, it should be called Fu. Anyway, it is very long, and the poetry is luxurious, which really makes people feel like the glorious and magnificent golden wall. Although it also mentions peony, it does not fully highlight peony. Instead, it praises the noisy and prosperity of today's banquet. However, it is still quite powerful. At least after Master Yang recites it, he cheers endlessly. Even Yang Guang couldn't help but laugh at the case and praise: "Jingyou is worthy of being the most beautiful and talented hero in the Yang family."

Yang Xiong was also very excited. Well, his eyes narrowed into thin slits when he smiled, and he seemed to be quite proud of his son's talent. However, he still said a few words of humility, and then his eyes fell on this young master.

I took a deep breath and looked around. I felt the spring breeze coming from outside the hall. Thinking of the scene where flowers withered in the garden just now, I had a good sentence in my heart.

The eyes fell on the peonies in Sihuan's hand, and the sound of raising energy and blooming. A masterpiece of cherishing flowers, pitying flowers and loving flowers was in the spring of the eighth year of Daye. It was chanted in the palace of Guande in Luoyang City and will surely be passed down forever...

"The red peony in the melancholy hall is only two broken branches in the evening. The wind blows in the Ming Dynasty, and the red ones at night look at the fire..." Although the voice is not as powerful, it has the clearness of a young man. In addition, my master's skills as a host for many years, a poem about cherishing peony allows me to express the sincere emotions in my heart.

As soon as this poem came out, there was only the soft whimpering sound of the spring breeze in the hall, and everyone was stunned. Even the Yang Shidao, who was just satisfied with his masterpiece, had a stiff expression and a half-grin. His originally handsome face is now twisted like a monster in the bell tower in "Notre Dame".

Yang Guang exclaimed lightly, then stood up and strode towards this side. When he arrived at the Sihuann, he looked at the peonies in her hand, and naturally saw that among the three peonies, there were indeed two peonies with slightly falling petals.

Yang Guang took a deep breath, turned around, looked at me deeply, and the smile on his face became more and more touching: "...What a Changsun Wuji, you really live up to the praise of King Guande. Such love and pity for flowers are fully described in the poem, which makes me admire your talent."

"It is a blessing for our dynasty family to come out to such a talented man, and we are so proud of our dynasty." At this moment, a nobleman in the hall stood up, bowed deeply to Yang Guang and sighed.

Well, I have to say that this flattery was just right, at least Yang Guang couldn't help laughing happily, and the nobles in the hall were also flattering. Well, of course, I would not be too arrogant or righteous in this situation, but would continue to stand there with a modest and respectful attitude. However, Master Yang stood beside me with a melancholy face, and repeatedly chewing on my master's masterpiece in his mouth.

"I have not had many of them. Your masterpieces are beyond my reach." Taking advantage of the silence of those people, Master Yang smiled bitterly at me.

"Whatever my brother said, every poem has its own merit. Is it different for my brother's works? "This guy seems to have a little hit. Unfortunately, I can only accept his praises sincerely, for nothing else, at least as a plagiarist, at least I have to accept these deserved praises for the original author of those poems.

While accepting praise and praise humbly, the original authors of the poems who were shamelessly copied by this young master at this moment, and who would definitely look sad and cry in the long river of history in the future.

Li Yuan is worthy of being the father of my brother who killed Huan's head and burned yellow paper. He was very concerned about me, a young man. At this time, he also jumped out to beat the drum and said, "Your Majesty, Changsun Wuji is not only talented in literature, but also has great calligraphy. Why not let Wuji record this poem on paper and present it to Your Majesty."

"It's precisely this, the old minister advises me." Although King Guande's son was defeated by me, the old man was indeed a large number of adults. He did not say envy, jealousy and hatred, thinking about how to deal with me, young man. Instead, he stood on the same position as Li Yuan and said good things for me. This young master couldn't help but have a little more favorable impression of King Guande. At least compared to Duan Wenzhen, Yang Xiong's vision and mind were far higher than Duan Wenzhen.

"Haha, it's not your reminder. I almost forgot. Come and serve you..." Yang Guang ordered loudly. In the short time, someone had put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that had been prepared on a table and carried it into the hall. At this time, the nobles who were originally sitting behind the table did not care about the heights and the nobles and all walked forward.

But after all, there was the emperor here, so they were very sensible and did not get too close. But they all stretched their necks to see the eldest grandson body of this young master.

We were too lazy to refuse, and knelt in front of the desk and focused on writing. After a short while, Yang Shidao's poem and my master's masterpiece were recorded on paper. After all, we have written Spring Festival couplets for many years. We have never seen any big scenes. We just treat these onlookers of the Sui Dynasty as a group of honest and simple peasant makeup wearing liberation shoes.

After recording these two poems, he heard the footsteps coming from beside him. When he looked up, he realized that in addition to Yang Guang, there were two other officials standing behind me. His eyes were burningly looking at my master's handwriting.

Yang Guang didn't care about this scene and smiled at the two of them, "Ouyang Aiqing and Yu Aiqing are here, just in time, let's review the letters written by Changsun Wuji for me."

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When I heard these two surnames, my son couldn't help but feel a sudden surprise. Those who were able to evaluate calligraphy works for Yang Guang, the Emperor of Sui, at least show that these two people are quite high-end in calligraphy. Could it be that Yu Shinan and Ouyang Xun, who are known as the four great masters in the early Tang Dynasty, could they be?

"It turns out that Ouyang Xun and Yu Shiji have arrived. With these two comments, you will know how much Changsun Wuji is." Several nobles next to him whispered in a low voice. My master's ears are not bad. He heard them all, but he couldn't help but be stunned. Yu Shiji is a famous treacherous minister of the Sui Dynasty. Could this guy be a calligrapher? He is even more powerful than his younger brother Yu Shinan.

"This..." Ouyang Xun, who was over 50 years old and had a slightly frosted hair, lowered his figure and saw my hand. He first exclaimed lightly, then took it to his hands and looked at it. Yu Shiji, who was about the same age, also came over. Both of them watched the master's calligraphy in their eyes, and they didn't care about the whispers of the many nobles around them.

I looked up and said, Well, I can’t know many of these high-ranking officials, but Duan Wenzhen was also gathered among the crowd at this moment, with a complicated expression and a flash of eyes. I glanced at the calm and composed masterpiece of this master who was held in his hand by Ouyang Xun.

"Changsun Wuji, when did you start practicing calligraphy?" As the emperor, Yang Guang was naturally embarrassed to look over and join in the fun. So he turned around and asked with a gentle voice. Although Yang Guang was quite tall and majestic, like a martial artist, his conversation was very humble and elegant, not as described in the history books, as if he was like Jie of Xia and Zhou of Shang, who would roll up his sleeves and pick up his clothes to tear people into a tyrant who would cut the chicken into a white tyrant.

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Chapter completed!