Master, today’s Datang Weekly Newspaper has been bought.”

As soon as Yu Shinan returned home from the yamen, a servant came in with a newspaper.

This was something he specifically advised when he went to court this morning.

"Let it go there!" Yu Shinan pretended not to care, then picked up the teacup, which was given to him by the prince.

He was also the prince's teacher, so the prince would send some things from time to time.

This time the tea leaves are quite suitable for his taste.

He took two sips of tea casually and saw the servant close the door of the study and go out. The old man walked to the table at a speed that was no longer matched, and then picked up the newspaper.

It turned out that he had submitted a manuscript twice, but he used his real name.

Later this time he wrote a good poem, and suddenly he wanted to change his name to submit the article.

It is said that old children, old children, are talking about him.

But he forgot to ask someone to copy it, and his font was recognized by Li Chengqian at a glance.

I opened the newspaper and didn’t need to read the first two pages. Those things have been discussed countless times in the court.

Look directly at the third edition of the poem.

"Thoughts about star-watching in the Hakawa Village last night"?

What the hell is this?

Not my own poem?

But when I asked a student from a book printing company the day before yesterday, I clearly said that this issue was my own poem!

OK, this is because I didn’t use my real name, so someone asked for connections to suppress his poem?

Yu Shinan was a little angry. He had never fought for anything in his life, but he was quite strong in this poem.

He wanted to see who it was, and he was thinking about star-gazing with such a playful title? Did the child from which family wrote it?

"Last night, the stars last night, the wind was last night, and the west side of the Painting Building, the east side of the Guitang."

Hey, these two sentences are interesting. When Yu Shinan closes his eyes, he can feel the night in the poem, the stars are shining, and the cool breeze is erected in a night of intoxication in the spring breeze, lingering with the warm atmosphere of tranquility and romance.

I have to say that this person is a bit skillful, and just a few words, he wrote the environment so that the person who reads is so immersive.

However, writing poetry is not just about describing scenery, but also about how it comes later.

Yu Shinan admitted that the beginning was good, but he might not be able to be stronger than his poem.

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So I opened my eyes and looked at the second sentence.

"There is no colorful phoenix flying wings, and there is a little bit of harmony in your heart!"

Originally, the hand that was holding a teacup in one hand shook, and the tea wet half of the collar, but Yu Shinan was unaware of anything.

"There is no colorful phoenix flying wings, and there is a little bit of communication in your heart..."

Yu Shinan unconsciously read it again, but he always felt that this poem contained endless charm.

I was not satisfied with my thoughts, so I quickly walked to the desk. I didn't even have time to grind the ink, so I poured some water into the residual ink of yesterday, and then wrote a quick word.

I wrote these two lines of poetry seven or eight times and filled the whole piece of paper in front of me before I threw the pen.

I laughed loudly in the study: "Good poems! Good poems! Peerless poems! I lost without any wickedness!"

He didn't even have to read the last two lines of that poem. Just these two lines, he dared to say that this poem could be passed down through the ages.

Looking back at the title of the poem, stargazing in Xiahe Village...

Below Shanghe Village is Xiahe Village. I am afraid that the only one who can go to Xiahe Village to watch stars and write such poems is Tang Ping, the man in Yinshan.

It was not just Yu Shinan who saw this poem, but Wang Qingluan was also holding a newspaper at this time.

"Miss, who do you think Mr. Tang has a colorful phoenix flying wings and is very sympathetic?"

Cui'er asked with a teasing smile.

"Who knows who he is talking about? He has so many confidants, Gu Xiaotang, the great knight of the Turks, and Yun Wuyue, the number one beauty in Chang'an, everyone can do it!"

"Oh, Miss, why are you still learning to be jealous now?" Cui'er's nails poked on the words Caifeng: "Caifeng, Caifeng, do you need Mr. Tang to write the phoenix directly!"

Wang Qingluan gave her a blank look, then carefully put away the newspaper: "I'm too lazy to tell you!"

On this day, all the talented and beautiful women in Luoyang, Chang'an and Luoyang had the same sentence in their mouths: "There is no colorful phoenix flying wings, and there is a touch of harmony in your heart!"

Naturally, the Xiahe Village in the title of this poem became the center of everyone's topic.

"Do you know where Xiahe Village is?" A student asked at a poetry meeting.

The spring examination began soon, and there were countless students coming to Chang'an. In addition to the poor and jingling students taken in Shanghe Village in Tangping, a considerable number of them were from aristocratic families.

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One of the common characteristics of these students is that they are rich.

Every day, we naturally call friends, and the east poetry meeting is right and the other is right.

Many of these are students from other places, so naturally I don’t know where Xiahe Village is.

"We have a famous place called Shanghe Village in Chang'an. I don't know if it has anything to do with Xiahe Village!"

In fact, even the local scholars in Chang'an don't know where Xiahe Village is. It's not surprising that at least he didn't know what village there was under the city where Tang Ping lived in modern times.

What's more, it was the Tang Dynasty, where information was even more underdeveloped.

But at least this group of people had a direction, and I heard that Shanghe Village is quite famous, so I drove my car and my companions towards Shanghe Village.

Sure enough, when I arrived at the intersection, I saw a big street sign saying the direction of Xiahe Village.

"Since Shanghe Village is also famous, why don't we go to Shanghe Village to have fun?" A scholar pointed to the front and said, "Isn't this the way to Shanghe Village?"

"No!" Someone stopped him: "Brother, haven't returned to Chang'an for a while, right? Although Shanghe Village is known as a paradise outside Chang'an City, it's better to go less if you have nothing to do."

"Why is this?" The other students became curious. They were all noble families. Shanghe Village is not a royal village. I have never heard of ordinary villages that they cannot go to.

"Because Shanghe Village is the territory of Tang Ping, the man in Yinshan!"

After saying this, the scholars who were looking at Shanghe Village curiously paused.

Although most of them had never met Tang Ping, they had eaten the wine and food in Xihelou, and Wangshulou also took her female companions to visit. As for Tang Ping's deeds, they heard a lot.

As a noble family, who has never been educated at home to not mess with Tang Ping?

The legitimate sons of Li clan in Longxi were all broken by Tang Ping, and in the end, Tang Ping had nothing to do, while Li Zhao, who had been broken by the bone, was kicked out of the Li family.

In the hearts of these aristocratic families, Tang Ping is already the most undisputed existence among young people. He even surpasses the crown prince of the dynasty and ranks first.

After all, the prince had to go through the law to take action, and Tang Ping was furious and would hurt people directly!

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