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As soon as Wang Jue appeared, the eyes of all the scribes were brightened and their interest became even higher.
"Thank you, Miss Wang!"
"Miss Wang is really a fairy descended to earth!" Some people couldn't help but praise her beauty.
At this time, two more maids brought in a guqin. Wang Jue gently plucked the strings, and the sweet music floated gently.
As the jade fingers fly lightly on the piano, the sound of the piano is like running water, like whispers, like light smoke, slowly flowing into everyone's heart, blending with the mellow wine, making everyone feel how wonderful it is. Being very drunk, I unknowingly recited a poem hanging on the wall.
After the song was finished, the drunkenness became even stronger. I don¡¯t know whether it was from wine, piano, or heart. Everyone became poetic. Naturally, Wang Lian provided pen, ink, paper and inkstone for everyone to express their feelings.
However, it may be due to drinking or other reasons. Everyone was unable to write decent poems for a while. Wang Lian was somewhat regretful.
"If Mr. Wang can write such an excellent couplet, he must be better at writing poems. I wonder if he can leave one?" Wang Jue suddenly looked at Liu Cong and said softly.
After hearing Wang Jue's words, Wu Ran had a faint cloud on her face, and the change in her expression happened to be in Wang Jue's eyes. A provocative smile appeared on Wang Jue's face, but it disappeared briefly.
"Miss Wang is right, Brother Chengguang should write a poem!" Deng Zhi immediately agreed.
"I admire Brother Chengguang's talent and learning. I must write a poem today!" Of course Qin Mi would not let Liu Cong go.
"My lord, please write a poem!"
"Please ask Mr. Wang to write a poem!"
Everyone was excited by the wine and shouted.
"Brother Chengguang, please make a song!" Wang Lian's face was full of ardent hope.
Liu Cong stared at Wang Jue with a smile on his face, and Wang Jue lowered his head shyly. Liu Cong felt proud in his heart. This little girl dared to join his army, but she turned out to be so shy.
"Since the beauty invites you, there is no reason to refuse!" Liu Cong stood up.
This sentence was a double entendre, and the scholars naturally understood it to mean that Liu Cong did not refuse to compose poetry. However, Wang Jue heard the mysterious sound, and his face turned redder with embarrassment, and his heart beat rapidly.
Liu Cong took a few steps, stopped, then came to the desk and wrote quickly.
Several people gathered in front of Liu Cong and whispered:
"We traveled far beyond the Jingmen Gate to travel from the Kingdom of Shu. The mountains followed the plains, and the rivers flowed into the wilderness. Under the moon, the sky mirror was flying, and the clouds were forming sea towers. I still felt sorry for the water in my hometown, and saw off my boat after thousands of miles."
After Liu Cong finished writing, he put down his pen, looked at the somewhat demented people, and once again sincerely apologized to the poet Li Bai.
"What a poem, what a poem!" Qin Mi was the first to express his admiration.
"The poem by Mr. Wang is a classic!"
"The mountains end with the plains, and the rivers flow into the wilderness. Under the moon, there are flying mirrors, and clouds form sea towers. It's so well written!" Wang Jue read it carefully, "The beautiful scenery in my heart has never been able to be expressed. Wang Gongzi's poems are really It¡¯s an eternal song!¡±
Wu Ran¡¯s eyes when he looked at Liu Cong changed again. He knew that her husband Liu Cong was talented, but he was still shocked.
"Could Chengguang be from Jingzhou?" Deng Zhi asked.
The poem contains the homesickness of a wanderer, and it is said that he came from Jingzhou.
"Exactly, from Xiangyang, Jingzhou!" Liu Cong replied with a smile.
"I am a new savage from Jingzhou! What a fate!" Deng Zhi said happily.
"Brother Chengguang, Brother Bomiao, I am also from Jingzhou, from Nanyang, Jingzhou!" Wang Lian also said in surprise.
"Meeting an old friend in a foreign country is one of the great blessings in life!" Liu Cong also said happily.
"How long has Brother Chengguang been in Yizhou? I don't know why?" Wang Lian asked.
"More than a month ago, I heard that Yizhou is a land of abundance and has beautiful mountains and rivers, so I took my wife and traveled here." Liu Cong replied.
"I came to Yizhou with my father when I was young, and the memory of my hometown is already very vague." Wang Lian looked extremely melancholy.
"The long song can be a cry, and the distant view can be a return. My brother often goes up to the tower to look far away, looking at the sunset in the west and missing his hometown. I heard that my hometown is now very prosperous under the rule of the King of Han. We also want to go back, but we have no relatives. "Wang Jue came over and said softly.
"In fact, under the rule of the King of Han, Yizhou will soon be prosperous, like Xiangyang and Luoyang." Wu Ran said.
"Madam is right!" Wang Jue nodded, and the two women acted very friendly at this time.
When talking about his hometown, Liu Cong thought of his previous life. Although it was still the same place,Things are right and people are different. He remembered a poem "Lovesickness" by the Song Dynasty poet Li Gou, and recited it:
"People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, but I can't see my home as far as the end of the world. I hate that the green mountains are blocking us, and the green mountains are still covered by dusk clouds."
After reciting this poem, Deng Zhi, the Wang brothers and sisters, and even Wu Ran all read it quietly silently. No matter how long they had been in Yizhou, they were all guests in a foreign land, and they suddenly resonated with each other.
"Brother Chengguang's poem expresses our feelings!" Deng Zhi said with emotion.
"Brother Chengguang speaks well and I am impressed. In the world of Han Dynasty, the only one who can match Brother Chengguang's literary talent is the King of Han." Qin Mi said in a very sincere tone.
"yes!"
"yes!"
Everybody agrees.
"Such a scene should come to light!" Wang Lian suggested.
"As Brother Chengguang said, meeting old friends in a foreign country is a great blessing in life. It should be revealed!" Deng Zhi agreed.
"With such a good poem, how can we not drink it differently!" Qin Mi also agreed.
"Okay!" Liu Cong nodded.
Wang Lian, Deng Zhi, Qin Mi, Liu Cong and others began to drink and talk freely in a secluded elegant room.
Liu Cong had been out for a long time. Under Liu Hu¡¯s reminder, he left Zuixian Tower on the excuse that it was getting late.
But Wang Lian and the other three were still drinking.
"Brother Wenyi, Brother Bomiao, what do you think of Chengguang?" Qin Mi asked.
¡°Excellent talent, unmatched by anyone!¡± Deng Zhi said.
¡°Extraordinary bearing, a great talent in this world!¡± Wang Lian said.
"Brothers, how do you think his poems compare with those of the King of Han?" Qin Mi asked again.
"They are on par with each other, just between brothers." Deng Zhi replied.
"There are different approaches but the same effect!" Wang Lianda replied.
"That's right, but they have the same purpose but the same purpose!" Qin Mi nodded, "The two of you think that if a great talent like Brother Chengguang has been in Jingzhou, why has he not become an official? And he is not very famous."
"This" After listening to Qin Mi's words, Wang Lian and Deng Zhi suddenly realized that something was indeed strange.
It would not be surprising if talents were buried elsewhere. But it¡¯s in Jingzhou, and it¡¯s in Xiangyang! Liu Cong, the king of Han Dynasty, had a keen eye, knew people and put them to good use, and was able to appoint people based on their talents. How could he miss such a great talent?
"Brother Chengguang is known for his good poems. Why haven't I seen any of his poems before?" Qin Mi asked again.
"Yes! What does Brother Zichi think is the reason?"
"I thought this prince was the King of Han!"
Qin Mi¡¯s tone was firm, but Wang Lian and Deng Zhi¡¯s ears felt like thunder.
"What? Is it the King of Han?"
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