"Lingyan Pavilion is said to be placed in the Sanqing Hall of the Imperial Palace."

"It is said that His Majesty also invited Mr. An Xuan to write an inscription himself, and those who are on the list are endless honors."

"Yes, Mr. An Xuan hasn't made an inscription for many years. I don't know what words will be left behind this time."

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"Lingyan Pavilion is said to be placed in the Sanqing Hall of the Imperial Palace."

"It is said that His Majesty also invited Mr. An Xuan to write an inscription himself, and those who are on the list are endless honors."

"Yes, Mr. An Xuan hasn't made an inscription for many years. I don't know what words will be left behind this time."

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Chang'an is full of discussion voices, with envy and expectation of An Xuan Gong's inscriptions.

This shows the influence of An Xuangong in the scholarly world. Some caravans or scholars even wait in Chang'an for a few days. They were already preparing to leave Chang'an.

Shu An didn't know the result of the position extraction. She must be happy and unhappy, but no matter what, it can only be blamed for not being too lucky.

"I haven't practiced calligraphy for a long time."

Shu An whispered softly, as the saying goes, "Writing is like a person," he will naturally not forget the importance of calligraphy as a person of later generations.

In the Tang Dynasty, regular script was mainly used as fonts, but regular script was divided into various types, and as a later generation, his regular script was somewhat different from this era.

But it doesn't matter, because if you are self-organized, you are either mediocre or genius, so your words naturally belong to the latter.

In addition to the great scholar, he is also a recognized master of calligraphy, and of course this cannot be separated from his decades of hard practice.

On the stone table in the yard, Lai Fu slowly grinds ink aside. As a former book boy, he is not unfamiliar with this errand.

It can even be said to be easy to use, while Shu An is adjusting his own state. As a time traveler, you can know nothing, but Wen Zhuan is a necessary skill.

They are all born in nine years of compulsory education, so you don’t need to read 300 Tang poems, but you can still know twenty or thirty poems.

This time Shu An wrote a poem he liked. Of course, if he had a psychological burden when he was a copywriter at the beginning, then there was no burden now.

A trace of light flashed through Shu An's eyes, and then he took the pen down, and the pen was completed in one go.

"Why don't a man bring Wu Gou and collect the fifty states of Guanshan Mountain? Please go to Lingyan Pavilion for a while, as a scholar, a marquis of ten thousand households!"

Xue Rengui, who was standing by, silently recited the whole poem. The more he read it to the end, the more excited he was in his expression, as if he was surging with passion, wanted to go into battle to kill the enemy, make achievements, and climb to Lingyan Pavilion.

Looking at the words he wrote, Shu An couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction. This should be the best time he felt in his best condition.

As he grows older, his font seems to have returned to nature as his mentality changes. I believe that if it were placed in later generations, this pair of characters and poems should be at the level of national treasures.

This poem was written by Li He in the middle and late Tang dynasties, but it has not been born yet. The background of this poem was that the Tang Dynasty fell into separatist rule by the vassal states, and the governors from all over the country were respectful.

There were even rebellions, and the central government kept dispatching, but if used here, it could be changed, that is, to find the country and collect the land of the Sui Dynasty and end the troubled times.

In this background, this poem has been completely sublimated, and the Lingyan Pavilion behind it is even more appropriate.

"Rengui, bring the token of his master and send this word to the palace, which is said to be An Xuan's inscription for Lingyan Pavilion."

Shu An said softly with his eyes flashing, this poem should be considered as a country-building poem during the Tang Dynasty. Don’t think that there will be no war in Zhenguan.

The breakthrough has not been destroyed, Goryeo has not yet been conquered, and there are many foreign races outside the pass. This ambitious emperor is in his youth.

"Yes, teacher!"

Xue Rengui said with a hint of excitement, as if he had taken this piece of rice paper piously, carefully put it in a bamboo tube, and then turned around and walked out the door.

The previous few times, either the teacher didn't bring him to live or was in Chang'an City, he didn't meet His Majesty today.

This made Xue Rengui feel a little regretful. Faced with this current emperor, countless people want to see Tianyan at first sight, even if he is no exception.

"Master, this child Rengui still needs training."

Lai Fu couldn't help but say, looking at the disappeared figure, in fact, he had already regarded Xue Rengui as his nephew.

Xue Rengui is also clear about his thoughts, but just do your duty for the master. Don’t think too much about it. The master who is due will never treat you badly.

"It's okay, it's just a teenager's character, let alone the market is good."

Shu An shook his head slightly and said, "The boy still needs to be tempered, but he already has his own ideas."

The Emperor Majesty, who is now in his teens, began to fight south and north, but the Tang Dynasty was still coming steadily.

As for Xue Rengui's words, it would be fine if he failed. He could still afford it, and the Tang Dynasty could also afford it.

"Laifu, you prepare some meals."

"Also, you are in your forties and you haven't gotten married yet, like anything."

Shu'an's voice continued to sound, but this time the goal was to fall on Lai Fu.

"Master, you have not yet married a wife, how dare Lai Fu marry her first?"

Lai Fu's face showed a hint of embarrassment, and in fact, Lai Fu was very satisfied with his current life.

At the beginning, he was just a refugee who almost starved to death. It was the master who saved him, taught him to read and read, and had a full meal.

There are even foods that emperors today cannot eat, which is the greatest luck for Lai Fu.

Even though he had not married, it was not unacceptable for Lai Fu. After all, he was an orphan himself and had no idea of ​​continuing the family line.

Shu An shook his head slightly because he had no wife or child due to system reasons. As for now, he didn't think so much about it.

Just as the two were talking, Xue Rengui rushed towards the palace, and a poem could make his blood boil.

Even Xue Rengui can only say that this is the teacher, the only one who is famous in the world, can write such poems.

Fortunately, Shu An didn't know what her student thought, otherwise she would have turned red.

He barely collected the essence of several eras, and it may not be a big deal if it is in modern times, but he is the only one in this era.

Imperial study room

Li Shimin and a group of important officials are discussing memorials from all over the country. As winter approaches, it is another problem for the people to spend the winter.

"Your Majesty, Xue Rengui, the disciple of Duke An Xuan, came with Duke An Xuan's inscription."

But at this moment, a little eunuch hurried over and said respectfully, and everyone present could not help but stop.

"Let him in."

Li Shimin said with a hint of interest in his eyes, even if he had to admit that his father-in-law was not inferior to anyone in terms of talent.
Chapter completed!