Datang broom star

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Seeing that he didn't leave, the thin-faced man scolded, "I'm going to compose poems and odes here today, so hurry up and leave."

Speaking of which, someone began to chant poems.

Jia Pingan looked helpless.

Xincheng touched him lightly again, "Xiao Jia, I want to go in and have a look."

They never revealed their identities along the way, they just didn't want to cause unwarranted speculation.

But now this situation is numb.

"Writing poetry...you seem to be a little bit less interested."

Jia Pingan smiled kindly.

What?

More than ten people stared at him together.

A few tourists on the side also booed, "That's right, what kind of poems and prose did you write, and you deliberately wanted to block the door! Don't be afraid that Marquis Wu will slap you away in anger!"

The tourists couldn't help laughing.

The thin-faced man blushed, "I'll be fine soon."

Jia Pingan couldn't wait any longer, "So I'll write a poem, so hurry up and go."

Everyone: "..."

……

good night!

Chapter 1158 Scourge

More than a dozen literati originally felt that they were underappreciated for their talents, so they took the opportunity of Wuhou Temple to complain and show their sense of superiority.But in front of my eyes, someone said that I wrote a poem, and then you guys hurry up.

This is a slap in the face!

"rude!"

"If you can't do it, you must be severely punished today!"

"The woman seemed calm."

Xincheng is very calm, even expectant.

Encountered countless beautiful scenery along the way, but Jia Pingan refused to compose poems, and just enjoyed it slowly with her.

Xiao Jia is finally going to write a poem.

All the brothels in Chang'an City were eager to see through, so they expected Master Jia to go to his own place to write a poem, but in the past few years, Jia Ping'an seemed to have exhausted his talents, and there was no one.

Some outsiders also said that Jia Ping'an was immersed in the officialdom, immersed in fighting, and those intrigues and quarrels wore away his poetic talent.

The new town looks forward to it.

Jia Pingan thought for a while, and glanced inside with his hands behind his back.

"Where can I find the Prime Minister's ancestral hall? It's Bai Sensen outside Jinguan City."

The beginning of these two sentences is free and easy, without any craftsmanship.

The thin-faced man said stiffly, "It's just ordinary!"

"The green grass on the steps is from the spring, and the oriole every leaf is empty."

"It's still normal." The face of the thin-faced man flushed a little.

But Xincheng said in a low voice: "Since the spring scenery, the air has a good voice, and there is no word to pay homage to Marquis Wu, but it makes people feel very sad."

This is the highest state of poetry.

Those tourists thought that there was no good poem, but after hearing these words, they rushed up one after another, staring at Jia Pingan with bated breath.

A group of people are looking forward to hearing good verses today.

Jia Pingan turned sideways and smiled when he saw Xincheng looking up at him slightly.

"Three visits frequently trouble the world's schemes, and the two dynasties help the veterans."

Two lines of poems summed up Marquis Wu's life.

The thin-faced man was stunned, that sentence was still common but he couldn't say it anymore.

Those tourists all exclaimed.

Shu people are just like this, they feel good, and when they feel comfortable, they will yell out loudly.

It's not Pao Ge's temperament to hide something.

Xincheng was shocked, but Jia Ping'an was what he thought of.

Xiao Jia was young, and the emperor was in poor health. If things went on like this, Xiao Jia would probably be a veteran of the two dynasties...

"He died before he left the teacher, and it made the hero tears full of tears."

Jia Pingan nodded slightly.

A silence.

The thin-faced man turned around, and the literati were all dumbfounded.

The probability of encountering a famous piece in a person's life is about the same as buying a lottery ticket. For example, Wuhou Temple has been built for many years, but so far there has not been such a famous piece as Jia Pingan's recitation.

More than a dozen literati felt that they had won the lottery.

He actually witnessed the birth of a famous poem face to face.

But they appear as villains.

"Nice poem!"

A tourist shouted: "It's hard to get it!"

"Although I don't understand poetry and fu, I am deeply moved when I listen to it. I can't help but think of Marquis Wu's life."

"Who is this person? He can actually write a famous story..."