""I have a poem in my hand, written by Tang Bohu."

"Poetry?" Many people also showed expectations in their eyes, and Zhu Zhishan continued: "This poem was written by Bohu of the Tang Dynasty when he was in the Huaihe River in Jiangnan."

"Look at it quickly." Several young talents urged loudly.

"Yeah, cough!" Zhu Zhishan cleared his throat and said loudly:

"A flock of geese under the mountain,"

"The booed the river."

After listening to the first half of the verse, everyone shook their heads! What kind of poem is this talented man? It is obviously a limerick, and Tang Bohu's face gradually turned blue.

I just heard Zhu Zhishan continue to recite:

"Eating geese in the river to curse your hunger,"

"Go home to play with your wife after eating!"

The whole hall is silent...

Everyone recalled that although this poem is ordinary, why is it so rhyme! It seems that there is nothing wrong with it, and it is very easy to talk about. The servant in the tavern quickly wrote down the poem and then wrote Tang Bohu's name at the end.

"A group of geese at the foot of the mountain, booed and rushed down the river. I was hungry when I was eating geese in the river. After eating, I went home to play with my wife!" Zhu Houzhao suppressed his smile and said to Tang Bohu: "What a guy who went home to play with his wife after eating. Tang Bohu, I know what it means to be a disgrace today!"

"Smelling face!" A woman on the second floor of the tavern threw down a wine glass and hit Zhu Zhishan's forehead.

"There are talented people in the Jiangshan Dynasty, and now there are Tang's fried chicken legs!" A scholar stood up and said, "Everyone, this poem is hungry when you eat goose in the river. After eating, my wife is played with it. It is a talented person in the Jiangshan Dynasty. Now there are Tang's fried chicken legs, and now there are similar works. This poem may be written by Tang Bohu."

Zhu Zhishan stepped forward and said, "I tell you, this poem was written by Tang Bohu when he was eight years old!"

Eight years old! Can you write poetry at the age of eight?

"How could Lord Tang do such cliché poems!" Someone shouted: "Don't ruin our reputation!"

Tang Bohu looked up and looked in the voice. He was not talking to the scholars but several officials wearing Jinyiwei uniforms. He looked familiar, as if he was from Tian San.

"I, Zhu Zhishan and Tang Bohu, have been playing together since childhood, how could I lie to you!" Zhu Zhishan said.

The real core figure Tang Bohu is covering his face with a fan, and it is always right to cover his face no matter how he does it.

"Tang Bohu's poem!" This is a young boy who walked out of the private room on the second floor of the Cultural Station. He looked at the rich and rich family dressed! This is the first feeling that everyone has. The jade fan pendant alone is valuable.

A figure passed by in the direction of the private room on the second floor, and then the door was closed again.

But at this moment, Tang Bohu was still caught. It was not someone else sitting in the private room, but Zhong Ling'er! The other party's eyes obviously also saw Tang Bohu.

It was the same young man who came to Zhu Zhishan and smiled and said, "Lu Qing!"

"I'm going to Zhuzhishan!" Zhuzhishan also returned the gift.

"This person is not kind!" Zhu Houzhao said to the two smiling.

Even Zhu Houzhao felt it, and Tang Bohu could naturally see it...

"I don't know what you have to do!" Zhu Zhishan spoke first.

Looking at each other, Lu Qing said, "This Tang Bohu wrote poems in clichés, but despises Li Du! Although this person is not a shame for me, he is also considered a gentle and scum!"

Hearing this, Tang Bohu looked at the man coldly and snapped his fingers! A spy from the Jinyiwei appeared beside Tang Bohu and said, "Sir, what are you going to give me!"

"Go and check this person's background, and who else is in the private room where he walked out!"

"Yes!" The spy in the casual clothes of the Jinyiwei took action immediately.

Zhu Houzhao was very angry, "This guy said you are a slut, don't you say that my current prince is only worthy of a slut to accompany you?"

"Your Majesty! Lord Tang? Do you need me to kill him?" Liu Jin's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Zhu Houzhao: "Kill!"

Tang Bohu: "No, thank you."

The two of them said in unison, Liu Jin was embarrassed and didn't know who he should be listening to. He turned his eyes to the prince Zhao and said that he was the servant next to Zhu Houzhao, who should be listening to Zhu Houzhao, but Zhu Houzhao wanted to vent his anger for Tang Bohu, but Tang Bohu said he didn't need to vent his anger.

So should I kill or not? It’s so difficult to be a eunuch of Zhu Houzhao. I really want to quit my job and I really want to be quiet.

Tang Bohu immediately wrote a poem and handed it to Liu Jin and said, "Please give this poem to Zhu Zhishan!"

Hearing Tang Bohu's instructions, he nodded with Zhu Houzhao, Liu Jin quietly walked past the crowd and handed a poem to Zhu Zhishan.

After looking at the notes, Zhu Zhishan raised his hand and said, "Wait, I suddenly remembered that Tang Bohu had written a poem!"

The discussion was interrupted, and Zhu Zhishan shouted loudly:

"If life was just like the first meeting, what if the autumn wind was sad and painted a fan?

The old friends' hearts change easily, but the old friends' hearts change easily.

After the songs in Mount Li, the night is half gone, and the tears are raining and bells will never complain.

"Good poem!" someone said loudly.

"It's amazing!" Another scholar said, "If life only comes to the first meeting, why do you have to be sad about the wind and autumn painting fans? What a great sentence."

Even Lu Qing was stunned for a moment. Is this poem really written by Tang Bohu? But I couldn't think of whether it flowed out from other places after thinking about it.

"No!" Lu Qing said, "This sentence is still the last one!"

"That's right!" Zhu Zhishan also replied, "I got a good sentence. If Tang Bohu does this poem, there will be no following. Since this brother believes that Tang Bohu is a talented person, why don't you write the last sentence of this poem?"

The Jedi counterattack! Lu Qing fell into silence. Zhu Zhishan watched the crowd looking for something, quickly put the note in his hand into his cuffs, and glanced at the crowd. He suspected that Tang Bohu was here, and that Tang Bohu still came to the capital before the provincial examination, so it must be him.

The conversation in front of him continued. In the face of the other party's silence, Zhu Zhishan said provocatively: "I won't make things difficult for you, please come and make a song with exactly the same artistic conception?"

"How can I be sure that this poem was written by Tang Bohu!"

A sentence from Lu Qing blocked Zhu Zhishan, and there were many people talking about it in the audience. Poetry is indeed a good poem, but how could you know that this poem was written by Tang Bohu?

When everyone was puzzled, a young man also came to the stage, "Brother! Your question is very good, but what evidence do you have to say that this poem was not written by Tang Bohu?"

"Who are you!" Lu Qing looked at the person in front of him.

Tang Bohu smiled and said, "I am a student of the little book in the East Palace in Xiaque!"

"Tang..." Zhu Zhishan pointed at Tang Bohu tremblingly and stuttered: "Tang...Tang...Tang Tang Tang Tang..."

"Grandma Tang, my grandma!" Tang Bohu kicked Zhu Zhishan's ass and said loudly: "Tang Bohu has a brother who is not ambitious, so he has been in trouble for eight lifetimes!"

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