Chapter 74 Cheng Chumo: Brother Liu Xuan, you can write whatever you want, we have enough money

Faced with this sentence, Da Zhuang didn't quite understand it, and murmured: "A show-off doesn't care about age... Hehe..."

Just then, Liu Xuan heard a voice: "Brother Liu Xuan, hehe."

When Liu Xuan turned around, he saw Cheng Chumo's "peerless face".

A moment later, on the platform, in the cold wind, Yuchi Baolin was writing frantically with a pen.

Cheng Chumo nodded repeatedly, constantly groping for the previous stuff from his body. It's more direct to see a tiger when an ox sees a tiger. To participate in a poetry meeting, you must bring the best things on your body to show off!

To watch the fun, you have to have face.

He took out the ancient jade given to him by Li Shimin.

"Brother Liu Xuan, this one costs at least 500 strings of cash, and it may not be bought. That's something in the palace. It's not too much to buy a poem, right? It should be majestic and powerful!"

Cheng Chumo smiled and spoke.

Liu Xuan nodded.

Yuchi Baolin pondered for a while: "Brother Liu Xuan, I am a scholar."

When this was said, Niu Jianhu and Cheng Chumo rolled their eyes.

Yuchi Baolin was thick-skinned, comparable to the walls of Chang'an, and smiled calmly: "A more gorgeous one is good, it doesn't have to be related to war."

Niu Jianhu didn't have any requirements: "Brother Liu Xuan, you can write whatever you want, hehe, I just want to save face!"

Liu Xuan looked at a lot of valuable things in his hand, put them in the system to estimate the price, and was stunned for a moment.

Two thousand strings of cash...

These nobles are still rich!

...

When Liu Xuan came back, Yaya was obviously a little impatient, squatting on Dazhuang's shoulders, waving at Liu Xuan.

"Aye, where have you been? I thought you didn't want Yaya anymore."

Liu Xuan touched Yaya's head: "Look, I'm just going outside to get some fresh air. I'm so anxious that your braid is crooked."

While speaking, Liu Xuan skillfully combed the drooping whip on Yaya's head again, and this time, the braid stood up again.

Yaya didn't know what the braid was like, but she just felt that it was a bit heavy on her head. She kept trying to grab the top of the whip, but she couldn't reach it.

After a while of excitement, Li Gang was finally able to take a breath.

"I didn't expect that the scholars of the Tang Dynasty are so talented."

"This is a blessing for the Tang Dynasty! When you pass the imperial examination, you will definitely be able to assist the king and usher in a prosperous era!"

Old man Li Gang's eyes were filled with tears.

This scene made people sigh.

Even Chang Sun Chong, who had been in front, didn't dare to speak nonsense.

Previously, he could still say a few sarcastic words, such as "It's useless to be able to write poems. You need background to get involved. Do you have someone above you? Do you have a father who is a duke? Do you have an uncle who is an emperor?"

Now that Li Gang has spoken, he is silent.

The three sisters Li Lizhi are also a little surprised at this time.

"Liu Xuan, why is Mr. Li Gang crying?"

Liu Xuan smiled faintly: "Maybe he is happy, crying with joy."

Others don't understand, but Liu Xuan knows.

During the Sui and Tang Dynasties, especially the Sui and the early Tang Dynasties, those who can read are all people from wealthy and noble families. Those who can write amazing and talented poems are mostly from famous families. In this era, court poets are more powerful, and the involution of the common people has not yet begun, and the scholars in the folk have not yet been exposed to top resources.

To put it bluntly, whether you write good poems or not, in most cases, you can tell by your background.

But among the scholars tonight, many of them are sons of merchants. In poetry and prose, they are aggressive and enterprising.

Li Gang instantly realized that this was a sign of the coming of the great Tang Dynasty. How could he not be happy?

At this moment, a rough and annoying voice came.

"You are too happy too early!"

This voice almost choked Liu Xuan.

As expected of Cheng Chumo, his appearance is different from others.

It was none other than the three brothers of Cheng Chumo.

Cheng Chumo was careless, with the appearance of a dandy boy, and he didn't even walk like a scholar.

Niu Jianhu was a little more disciplined. He didn't have many characteristics of Lao Niu, but inherited his mother's appearance. He was the most scholar-like person among the three.

Yuchi Baolin, well, was very Yuchi Gong. If he was put in the future, he would look like a fish that slipped through the net of nine-year compulsory education.

Li Shimin was behind him, listening happily. If the students were more powerful than each other, the happiest person was Li Shimin. The saying that all the talents in the world were in his grasp was fulfilled.

Long face!

Suddenly, he heard a voice that didn't sound like a scholar's voice. Li Shimin took a curious look and almost fainted.

Write poems? Cheng Chumo, Niu Jianhu, Yuchi Baolin? Do you have any misunderstandings about writing poems?

If you can write poems, I will stand on my head... Forget it, a monarch should be calm.

"Old Fang, do you think these three little guys can write poems?"

Fang Xuanling smiled indifferently: "Your Majesty, this... should be some, but it's hard to say whether it's good or bad. It may be more unconventional."

Li Shimin stroked his beard: "Good, Prime Minister Fang, you actually gave them face."

"These three guys didn't persist in studying in the palace for three days. They took Chenggan and Qingque to pull out Mr. Li Gang's beard. I remember it very clearly."

"If they can write poems, I..."

"Forget it, that, Old Fang, how about making a bet?"

Fang Xuanling heard it and felt helpless: "Your Majesty, then I bet they can write."

"I bet they can't! Ten strings of money!"

This is the bad thing about being a minister. You can't win when you bet with the emperor. Even if you win, you have to say that it's a reward from His Majesty...

Today, there are only two emperors and ministers, so Fang Xuanling naturally has to play the supporting role.

"Your Majesty, you just said that if they can write poems, what would you do?"

Li Shimin grinned, but he couldn't say too much, because he didn't like eating that stuff.

Seeing Cheng Chumo and the other two, Li Gang was startled and stood up to run away.

These three guys dared to pull his beard in the palace, not to mention outside the palace. What if His Majesty is here? These three bastards don't know.

"Three young masters, I suddenly remembered that I have some things to do at home, so I'll leave first."

But as soon as he stood up, he was stopped.

"Hey, Mr. Li Gang, don't be anxious!"

"We three have really studied hard, just listen! Jianhu, you first."

Li Gang took a deep breath, looked at the three people, and was ready to wash his ears.

At this time, the drunken Changsun Chong suddenly noticed that it was them!

"Haha, Cheng Chumo, it turned out to be you!"

"You can write poems? Why don't I know?"

"In Chang'an, everyone knows that you, Cheng Chumo, have no knowledge of literature and can't write a word, and you still write poems? Laugh out loud!"

When the scholars heard this, they burst into laughter.

"How is Mount Tai? The green of Qi and Lu is endless." Niu Jianhu's steady voice appeared.