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Chapter 405 The Magnificent Scene of the Tang Dynasty!!!

As Zhuang Zhou said, inspiration bursts out and he wants to write more poems.

The atmosphere of the banquet was ignited again.

All the officials raised their glasses and drank to celebrate this rare happy moment.

And Zhuang Zhou was under everyone's gaze.

Enjoying his moment of glory:

"The rooster in the crimson hat announces the dawn, and the robe-keeper presents the green cloud fur coat.

Jiutianchang opens the palace, and all nations pay homage to Mianqi.

The sun was just before the palm of the fairy moved, and the cigarettes wanted to be near the dragon.

After the court session, the five-colored edict must be edited, and the sound of the pendant must be returned to the Phoenix Pond. "

Without any preparation, Zhuang Zhou recited a poem.

This is Wang Wei's description of the grandeur of the palace in Chang'an City and the pomp of worship.

It is a rare masterpiece depicting the prosperous Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty!

Li Er splashed ink with his brush and wrote in Feibai style again.

Wait until Li Er recites it again.

In the grand palace, all the civil and military officials cheered in unison:

"What a poem!"

"Great is the Tang Dynasty!"

Li Er was very happy, but he saw that Zhuang Zhou was not willing to give up!

It seems that I still need to write poetry.

"Your Majesty, why not ask more people to copy the poems?"

"Why?"

Li Er was puzzled.

"Because I am worried that I will recite too fast and Your Majesty will not be able to finish writing by himself."

"Haha~~~"

Li Er laughed wildly and did not feel offended by Zhuang Zhou's words.

Instead, there is more appreciation.

Afterwards, he ordered famous calligraphers in the court such as Ouyang Xun, Yu Shinan, and Chu Suiliang to put pen to paper and write.

"In the past, it was not enough to praise the sordidness, but now there is no limit to debauchery.

The spring breeze is blowing, and the horses are galloping. In one day, I can see all the flowers... Chang! An! Flowers!"

This is what Meng Jiao expressed directly after he passed the imperial examination.

The ministers were silent, all immersed in the poetic mood.

Following one classic poem after another, reciting casually:

"The Chang'an Avenue is narrow and steep, and there are seven fragrant carriages with green cows and white horses..."

——This is Lu Zhaolin describing the avenues and carriages of Chang’an City.

"In the mansion of a wealthy family, singing bells can be heard day and night..."

——This is Zhang Ji strolling around Chang’an Night Market.

"Looking back at Chang'an, I see piles of embroidery, and on the top of the mountain, thousands of doors open one after another."

——This is Du Mu describing the scenery and using the past to satirize the present.

"After the snow, Chang'an seems like spring has returned, and the accumulated white snow is as bright as the morning sun."

——This is Wen Tingyun enjoying the snow.

"The incense formation soaring to the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor."

——This is the poem Huang Chao wrote about chrysanthemums after he failed the imperial examination.

"There is a moon in Chang'an, and the sound of pounding clothes can be heard in every household..."

——This is Li Bai’s night out.

"The hundreds of thousands of houses are like a Go board, and the twelve streets are like vegetable plots."

——This is Bai Juyi climbing the city wall.

"..."

"..."

More than a dozen poems have been recited!

For a while.

Inside the hall, the fragrance of ink and the rhythm of poetry are intertwined.

It forms a beautiful picture.

Li Er's Feibai style also left a strong mark in this painting.

But at this time, apart from Li Er, many other people took the initiative to join in copying poems.

But Zhuang Zhou obviously had no intention of stopping:

"The nine city roads of Chang'an, the five marquisates of Qili. End the journey to Pingle, and hunt in Weicheng..."

——This is Huangfu Ran hunting.

"There is fresh rain and dew in front of Hua'e Tower, and people in Chang'an are at peace."

——This is Zhang Shuo visiting Hua'e Tower.

"Recalling yesterday when snowflakes fell in Chang'an, catkins were flying in every door and window."

——This is Zeng Di enjoying the snow.

"..."

"..."

"On March 3rd, the weather is fresh, and there are many beautiful women by the water in Chang'an...

"The star bridge and the fire tree, one night in Chang'an, thousands of red lotus flowers bloomed..."

"The moon in Chang'an is as bright as a silk thread, and every family is holding a needle and thread this night..."

"The nine-story pavilions are as high as the clouds, and the weeping willows are green all over the embankment..."

"..."

"..."

Very long time.

Zhuang Zhou let out a long breath:

"That's all for tonight!"

As Zhuang Zhou's chanting fell.

The entire banquet fell into silence.

All the officials were staring at Zhuang Zhou in a daze, having already been shocked by his poems.

Li Er also didn't speak for a long time.

At this time, I just felt sore in my wrist.

Everyone was still immersed in Zhuang Zhou's poems, and the surging poetic sentiment in their hearts had not yet dissipated.

Tonight, the poems that Zhuang Zhou recited all described the prosperous scenes of Chang'an City.

Li Er put down the pen in his hand and looked at the poems all over the hall, his eyes flashing with appreciation and admiration.

With such talent, he must be a person from Xianque!

“Zhuang Zhou, your poetry is truly breathtaking.

I have really broadened my horizons today."

Li Er exclaimed sincerely.

Zhuang Zhou smiled slightly and responded modestly:

"Your Majesty, you are too kind. I just expressed my thoughts through poetry."

Humility seems to be a fine virtue passed down by this nation.

Even if you have the capital to be proud, only humility can make people feel comfortable.

This is a cultural attribute.

So Zhuang Zhou is talented and humble.

Naturally, he won the respect of civil and military officials.

All the officials came forward to express their respect and admiration to Zhuang Zhou.

It is a blessing in my life to be able to listen to so many classic poems today.

The atmosphere of the banquet was ignited again, and all officials raised their glasses and drank to celebrate this rare happy moment.

And the Chang'an City at this time.

The stars are shining and the moonlight is like water.

In this grand palace, Zhuang Zhou's poems seemed to turn into streams of clear springs, flowing in everyone's heart.

The words nourish their souls and depict the prosperous scenes of the Tang Dynasty.

The night is deep.

The banquet was gradually coming to an end.

Li Er looked at the poems all over the hall, his heart filled with satisfaction and pride.

He knew that these poems would be passed down through the ages and become classics for future generations to celebrate.

And he will remember this night forever.

The prosperous Tang Dynasty begins from this night!

Li Er was so happy.

He quickly asked someone to deliver the copied poems to the civil and military officials present.

Cheng Yaojin was also very excited.

He snatched several paintings and calligraphy in succession.

Even though he was a military general, he couldn't resist the emperor's personal writing!

Plus there are such good poems.

Don't think that Cheng Yaojin doesn't understand poetry.

He could still recognize good poetry.

Besides, it all depends on the attitude of the ministers tonight.

He knew the importance of these calligraphy works.

However, Zhuang Zhou only managed to grab three paintings in the end.

Ouyang Xun, Yu Shinan and Chu Suiliang each have one pair.

It just wasn’t written on the spot by Li Er.

However, Li Er agreed and allowed him to randomly select ten pieces of calligraphy from the warehouse.

But there is such a good opportunity right now.

Li Er was drunk again, and Zhuang Zhou thought he couldn't miss it.

You have to take away ten pieces of calligraphy tonight.

What else!

I have to quickly ask for another calligraphy on the spot.

So I thought of an excuse:

"Your Majesty, your handwriting is so beautiful!

Mm, it’s really beautiful!”

Then, he changed the subject:

"I wonder if Your Majesty would be willing to write again. I would like to ask for four more words."

Asking for a word is just a way of saying it.

As the saying goes, "It is difficult to find a single word", which is a respect for the calligrapher.

So Zhuang Zhou used the word "ask".

But you have to know that it is the people present.

No one had ever dared to ask the emperor for a calligraphy so openly.

Li Er was also stunned when he heard this.

Then he burst into laughter:

"Okay! Which four words do you want?"

For Li Er, this was his moment of enjoyment.

At this time, he was no longer an emperor, but a famous calligrapher.

When it comes to the requests of little fans, we can naturally meet them.

Zhuang Zhou also cooperated very well and said with admiration:

"Tonight's feast reminds me of the four words 'Glorious Tang Dynasty'.

Therefore, I would like to trouble Your Majesty to write again!"

Good guy!

This is not asking for a word!

This is clearly a disguised form of flattery!

Li Er was also very proud and laughed:

"Okay! I approve!"