In the princess mansion, the poetry meeting was held as scheduled. It is still a lively scene of Yingying Yanyan and the fragrant wind blowing. Most of the women who came to participate in the poetry meeting today are familiar faces. They don't care much about the recent rumors in Chang'an City. After all, no matter how much rumors are spread, they are rumors after all. How can it compare to seeing it with your own eyes? Su Li's widely circulated masterpieces were all made under their own eyes. No matter who it is, there is no doubt about Su Li's poetic talent. On the contrary, many noble women in Chang'an secretly hated those who questioned Su Li. They are even more disgusted with Chang Sun Chong, who single-handedly promoted all this. If it is said that Su Li is talented in poetry, in the minds of these women, he has become the husband of the whole people.
Then the eldest Sun Chong at this time is undoubtedly the public enemy in their eyes! The poetry club in the Princess Mansion has been suspended for a while. As a result, Su Li has not released any new works recently, which makes these women extremely regretful. During this period of time, they recited Su Li's previous poems over and over again, and now they can recite them backwards. It can be said that among the noble ladies from Chang'an who came to the Princess Mansion today, one counts as one, and they are all die-hard fans of Su Li! The poetry meeting has not yet officially started, and the familiar women are getting together in twos and threes. Everyone had excited expressions on their faces, looking forward to what kind of shocking work Su Li would come up with later. At this time, I saw Su Li and Chang Le walking from a distance. It is still the familiar appearance of interlocking fingers and cuddling each other. A group of women suddenly revealed expressions of envy and anticipation. Wait for Su Li and Chang Le to take their seats. Chang Le coughed lightly and was about to speak. Immediately afterwards, I saw a young man in white walking over under the leadership of a female officer. Chang Le looked puzzled and looked at the female officer. The female officer came closer and said in a low voice: "This person is from the uncle's mansion, and he claims to have invited Shi Ma to a poetry meeting next door. Hearing this, Su Li couldn't help laughing. Immediately afterwards, I saw the man bowed and said. "I've met the princess and the son-in-law. The surname is Yang, and the small characters are innocent. I came here this time to send invitations to the poetry meeting at the request of the elder Sun Shaoqing. As soon as the voice fell, whispers sounded around.
Li Xueyan opened his mouth and asked: "But Yang Qingbai who made Qingfeng steaming in the dusk, four and two intoxicating world'?" "A mere literary name is not worth mentioning. Yang Qingbai stands tall and is quite self-satisfied. Yang Qingbai has been intelligent since he was a child, and he can read well. Especially in poetry, I have made some achievements. But because he came from a poor background, he came to Chang'an for several years without achieving anything. Fortunately, he is quite talented in poetry. By virtue of writing poems, he gradually gained some fame, and became acquainted with Chang Sun Chong at the poetry meeting. From then on, he wanted to attach himself to the Changsun family with all his heart, and wanted to ask for an official to do it. In all fairness, there is nothing wrong with Yang Qingbai's thinking. His choice is probably one of the few ways out that poor scholars can see these days. It's just that there are too many people clinging to the Changsun family, Yang Qingbai has not waited for the opportunity for a long time. But this time Changsun Chong held a poetry meeting, which gave him an opportunity. If there are other favors, he may not be able to help. But if he wants to testify against a person who deceives the world and steals his name, he is too good at it. It is precisely because of this that he jumped up and down just now, recommending himself. At this time, Yang Qingbai looked at Su Li and spoke again. "I was born in poetry, and I have a lot of experience. Based on the past experience of the son-in-law, he can write many poems that can be called handed down. What's more rare is that these poems have almost different styles, and they have covered a wide range. It is hard to count." "Every time I look at it, I can't help sighing that there are such geniuses who study heaven and man like son-in-law in the world! Today, Changsun Shaoqing held a poetry meeting, and the participants were like me. They have long admired the son-in-law's poetry. Everyone I am looking forward to it with all my heart, and hope that the son-in-law can go to guide me." What Yang Qingbai said was very polite. But if you taste it carefully, you will know that his intentions are sinister. He is implicitly pointing out that with Su Li's identity as a farmer in the past, it is impossible to write poems with such a wide range of styles and themes. Immediately, the people around couldn't help but frowned. Yang Qingbai looked directly at Su Li with piercing eyes. Then, I saw Su Li smiled faintly, and then looked at him casually. Looking at each other, Yang Qingbai saw that Su Li's gaze was full of disdain and sarcasm. "Since you doubt it, you might as well speak more clearly." Su Li said softly: "Are you trying to say that you suspect that all my poems were copied?" Leaving aside the identity of the son-in-law, the two attributes of Su Li's strength and body have already exceeded 200, and the two attributes of perception and agility have almost reached the limits of normal human beings.
Again, quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes. No matter how you look at it, Su Li at this time is already considered a non-human existence. He just sat there casually, but the aura radiating from his body made Yang Qingbai, who was the first to bear the brunt, feel extremely uncomfortable. At this time, Yang Qingbai had an inexplicable feeling. As if he was transformed into an ant at the foot of a giant elephant, he couldn't help but tremble. "Xiaosheng dare not..." It's rare to see the former tender husband become serious, Chang Le couldn't help but shake Su Li's hand. Su Li patted Chang Le's arm, signaling her to be relieved. Afterwards, Su Li stood up and walked in front of Yang Qingbai. "You said that you have a little knowledge of poetry, but I think you don't know how to compose poetry at all." "You feel that composing poems must be consistent with your experience, and your style must be consistent. That's because your ability is not enough to write poems that do not conform to your own experience and heart. If you can't do it, you naturally think that others can't do it either." "The ancients have long said that summer insects cannot speak to ice, and well frogs cannot speak to the sea. Morning bacteria do not know the dark ages, and crickets do not know the spring and autumn. But I don't know, which one are you?" Su Li looked indifferent, looking at Yang Qingbai with contempt. Everyone praised Su Li's poetic talent, saying that he is a genius in this way! But who would have thought that Su Li didn't think of himself as a genius. Rather, in his eyes, all those who questioned him were like frogs. So arrogant...... Many people gasped and stared at Su Li dumbfounded. Yang Qingbai was also full of disbelief. Su Li pointed it out directly, saying that when she suspected that his poems were copied, Yang Qingbai was still a little complacent. As long as he uttered these words, Chang Sun Chong would naturally have a reason to turn black and white. At that time, after many mouths, everyone will only remember Su Li's own admission that he copied poems. As for what Su Li originally meant by this sentence, that doesn't matter at all. Originally, Yang Qingbai had already considered Su Li as an embroidered pillow in his heart. Unexpectedly, what Su Li said next was even more astonishing. okay! Now, there is no need to deliberately turn black and white! It doesn't matter whether those poems are really written by Su Li or not.
As long as Su Li's words are released, all poets in the world will regard him as a public enemy! 0...asking for flowers... You say we are well frogs, so in your eyes, what are you? It’s all poetry, even if you do write better, you won’t create a whole species isolation, do you look down on us so much? Since ancient times, literature has no first, and martial arts has no second. It has to be said that Su Li almost offended scholars all over the world with just one sentence! Now, let's see how you end up! Yang Qingbai gloated at Su Li. Seeing his humble appearance, Su Li couldn't help laughing. Saying that my style is not uniform? I have no life experience? Saying that poetry should conform to the voice of the heart? Then I will tell you today, what is literary style, what is life in the pen! My style is much more than that! At this moment, I saw Su Li casually picking up a jar of wine. He slapped open the mud seal casually, raised his head and took a few sips. "Your most famous poem is about wine! Then I will use wine as the title!" Su Li squinted his eyes, looked at Yang Qingbai, and spoke loudly. "Su Li's 100 Poems on Fighting Wine, Sleeping in a Restaurant in Chang'an City, the Emperor Hulai couldn't get on the boat, and claimed to be a minister of wine." When the voice fell, everyone was shocked. Yang Qingbai couldn't help but widen his eyes. He was ordered by Chang Sun Chong to invite Su Li to participate in the poetry meeting. Su Li responded with a poem. Just four sentences, but maddened. The emperor came to look for Lao'zi, but Lao'zi didn't want to go, how old are your eldest grandsons? However, this is just the beginning. "Whoever abandons me shall not leave the day of yesterday..." "A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes three people..." You say that poetry must have a corresponding state of mind? What are these two poems?
"When will Mingyue be, ask the sky for wine..." "Where the crown is leaning against the railing, Xiaoxiao is resting in the rain..." "Flying to the Qianxun Pagoda on the mountain, I heard that the rooster crows and the sun rises..." "... Mo Chou has no confidant in the future, and no one in the world knows the king!" "Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink the pipa, immediately urge..." Does poetry have to match experience? "The day is surrounded by mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea..." "Looking horizontally, it becomes a ridge and a side becomes a peak, and the distance and height are different..." One after another, the well-known poems are recited from Su Li's mouth. In the garden of the Princess Mansion, the night wind blows, making one's body slightly cool. But at this time, everyone felt hot all over. They just felt that their hearts were pounding, as if they were going to burst out of their chests. Most of the women who participated in the poetry meeting held their chests and looked at Su Li with blushing faces. Under the rapid flow of blood, they even felt slightly dizzy. But at this time, his consciousness was extremely clear, and he couldn't help but immerse himself in the famous poems handed down from ancient times that Su Li recited and exported. Chang Le looked fascinatedly at the Xianggong standing in the field, berating Fang Qiu. She felt that at this moment, Xianggong was shining brightly! Su Li recited the poem while looking at Yang Qingbai who was full of astonishment. Do you think that when I said those words, I wanted to make an enemy of scholars all over the world? You are wrong, from now on, they will confess me like a god! No one can prove whether Cao Zijian is talented or not. But I, Su Li, can prove it for myself! After all, what stands behind me is the splendid culture of the land of Zhuxia for more than a thousand years! In the fourth year of Zhenguan, before the Four Great Masters of the early Tang Dynasty were born, I wanted to compare myself to Su Li and write a poem. Can it be compared? You can't compare, you don't have that ability! (The next chapter is a copy of the finale, and I am ready to show my holiness in front of people. Then drag me upside down and have diarrhea. Five).