Chapter 121 Who exactly is this Li Bai?

"The 50th poem, "Presented to Wang Lun" by Li Bai!"

"Li Bai was about to set off on his boat when he heard singing on the shore!"

"The water of Taohuatan is a thousand feet deep, but it is not as deep as the love Wang Lun gave me!"

After Ning Fan finished reciting the 50th poem, all the talented scholars present had already knelt down, and Emperor Yu also stood up from the chair behind the screen without knowing when!

"Your Highness, I wonder who this Li Bai is?"

"Could these 50 poems be written by him alone?"

A talented scholar suddenly stood up and saluted, and asked excitedly. For a moment, the eyes of the entire hall were all focused on Ning Fan, waiting for his answer!

"I have said that Li Bai is a good friend of mine. These poems are indeed written by him, but there should be more than fifty!"

"I know that there are hundreds of them!"

"Hiss!"

After hearing Ning Fan's words, there were gasps in the hall. Emperor Yu behind the screen immediately said to Wei Ying who was standing beside him: "Take my token and ask the secret guards to find out who Li Bai is before dawn!"

"As you wish!"

Wei Ying left in a hurry. Emperor Yu's eyes showed a hint of contemplation. Regardless of other talents, this talent for poetry alone is enough for him to pay attention to!

If there are any poetry exchanges with other countries in the future, Li Bai can completely crush them all!

"Your Highness, have these poems been handed down?"

"Why have I never heard of any of them?"

"How old is Li Bai, where does he live, and where is he now?"

Looking at Shen Li's excited expression, Ning Fan was prepared in his heart, and said with a smile: "Li Bai is only in his twenties now, and he is wandering around the world, and he likes to travel around mountains and rivers!"

"I don't know where he is now!"

Hearing Ning Fan's answer, Shen Li showed a deep disappointment on his face. After a long time, he sighed: "Such a brilliant person, I just regret that I have no chance to see his style!"

"Haha, Mr. Shen, we will meet in the future!"

Ning Fan smiled casually, and his heart was also very comfortable. He did not take the poems of the immortal poet for himself, but recited them after he became famous!

Although this cannot gain the most reputation points, it is the greatest respect for the Chinese sages!

Being able to live again and summon ancient and modern Chinese sages to serve him in the future is a destiny!

But as a person of the future, he also has a respect for the Chinese sages in his heart!

That is the respect of the younger generation for the ancestors, and the respect for the five thousand years of Chinese civilization!

Ning Fan sat at the top, glanced around, and smiled lightly: "Everyone, this king has already thrown a brick to attract jade, this Daya poetry meeting should also officially begin, right?"

Seeing the playful look on Ning Fan's face, all the talented people lowered their heads in shame. A slender and handsome young man smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Wang, it is really as you said. After these fifty poems are published, Li Bai will be the leader in Dayu's poetry world!"

"We are ashamed of ourselves!"

Ning Fan looked sideways and saw that the person who spoke was the eldest son of the Qin Palace, Ning Rulai!

"Hahaha, tonight's poetry gathering is over!"

"It's really wonderful!"

"Second Master, when Brother Li sells poems again, you must leave a few for me!"

Zhao Huaiyuan, the son of Zhao Changying, smiled kindly at Ning Fan, and the people around him saw this and came forward to talk to him!

"Okay, I accept it. I will tell Li Bai after I see him!"

"Thank you!"

Many people stood up and prepared their positions. Ning Fan had a smile on his face. It would take less than a day for the poetry gathering in Fengxiang Tower to spread to the capital. By then...

"I wonder how much reputation I can get!"

"If one person is counted as one point, there must be 300,000, right?"

"But we have to find a way to summon Li Bai first!"

After Ning Fan pondered for a while, he looked at the poems written by Qu Hongxiu and Wan Qingyue in front of the case, and a light flashed in his eyes!

"Your Highness, His Majesty invites you to see him!"

Jing Li walked out from behind the screen, came to Ning Fan, and spoke softly.

"Yeah!"

Ning Fan responded, said hello to Shen Li and the others, and walked towards the screen!

"Your son pays respect to you, father!"

"Hehehe!"

Emperor Yu snorted, with a hint of teasing on his lips: "Today I am in the limelight!"

"Father, this son did this all for the court!"

"Oh?"

"The style of the scholars in Dayu is to like to compare, love fame, write in a pompous manner, talk frivolously, and like romance..."

"What your son did this time is to rub their sharpness, which is really a helpless move!"

"Didn't you see... before your son chanted the poem, they were all arrogant and looked up to the sky, but after fifty poems were thrown out, they became like eggplants hit by frost!"

"After today, they will know what it means that there are people beyond people and there are heavens beyond heavens. In time, they will be able to rectify the style of the scholars in Dayu!"

Looking at Ning Fan's righteous expression, Emperor Yu laughed and looked at him deeply, obviously sneering at his words!

"Let's not talk about this. Tell me, who exactly is this Li Bai?"

"He wrote fifty classics!"

"Why is this person unknown?"

"Father, please allow me to report!" Ning Fan said solemnly, "I met Li Bai on the street, probably a few years ago!"

"This person likes fine wine, traveling, acting unrestrained, and looking down on gold and silver. He is not a person who loves fame..."

"Hmm!"

Emperor Yu nodded slightly and said softly: "This Li Bai is a talent. If you see him again, bring him to me!"

"Yes!"

"Tell me, why did you come to destroy the fourth brother's place?"

Emperor Yu held up a cup of tea, put it to his mouth, raised his eyes and looked at Ning Fan. The steaming hot air covered his eyes completely, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry!

"Father, why do you say that!"

"I came here to seek pleasure, but I didn't expect to run into my fourth brother's poetry meeting by chance!"

"Really?"

Emperor Yu showed a trace of suspicion on his face, and said lightly: "Now the Nanman envoys are about to enter the capital, and you and Mr. Kong from your house will attend tomorrow!"

"Uh!"

"Father, it's not Mr. Kong, it's Mr. Zhuge, Kongming is his pseudonym!"

Emperor Yu showed a trace of surprise on his face: "What is the pseudonym?"

"Uh... is it... an alias?"

"Interesting!"

Emperor Yu nodded thoughtfully, and said softly: "Whether it's Mr. Kong or Mr. Zhuge, if they have real talent, I may not be able to entrust them with important tasks!"

"If they are boastful people, don't keep them around in the future!"

"Father, I believe in my own vision!"

Ning Fan walked out from behind the screen, secretly guessing what Emperor Yu meant...