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Chapter 75

: Tell the truth

"After stealing two poems, I really think I am a great poet?

Let me ask Mr. Yuchi, the snow will come in August, and the husband has not been to the north yet. How do you know that it will snow in August in the north?"

When Yuchi Baolin heard this, his black face turned red and said proudly: "You scholar, of course you have never been to the north. My father has been fighting outside the border for many years, so he naturally knows the bitter cold outside the border and the snow in August."

Yang Mingkong smiled and said, “Oh?

I have been fighting in the Great Wall for many years and know that it is normal to snow in August. Then I ask you, do you know where the white grass comes from?

Why did he break it?"

"this?

this?

Why do you ask so clearly? When the grass is in autumn, it will naturally be blown into the sky by the wind. How can there be so many reasons?

If you don’t ask the reason, how can we martial artists understand the reason?”

"puff!"

All the literati present bowed their heads and chuckled.

This grass will not be blown off even in winter.

Otherwise, wouldn’t there be grass flying all over the sky every day on the grassland?

In fact, everyone is also wondering, how could the forage be blown off by the wind?

You should know that the grass roots on the grassland are very deep. If they could be blown into the sky easily, wouldn’t the desert have long become a desert?

Li Shimin and Du Zhenglun leaked the key characters in the poem and laughed so hard that they were overwhelmed.

Du Zhenglun said to Li Shimin: "I am so ignorant that I have such a powerful artistic conception. Every classic poem is used for my own use. The children of General Yuchi's family really need education."

At this time, Li Shimin did not respond, but just lowered his head to drink, as if he had no attention from the outside world.

Yang Mingkong chuckled, "Let me explain it to you later.

The white grass comes from the Book of Han. It is a kind of forage grass in the north. It is not white at ordinary times. It is only white when it matures. After the frost falls, the roots will become brittle. When blown by the wind, it will fly all over the sky, so the north wind will cause a scene of a rolling grass on the ground.

"You have never been to the border, and I don't know what white grass is. Why do you do this sentence, the north wind blows the land and the hundred grasses? Don't tell me that it was your father who told you. If you say that, I can still ask you where you can't answer.

There is also the desert Guyan Shishi. Do you know how he is straightening?

The sunset is round, and the sunset must be round. Do you know its size?"

"You can also continue to write poetry, you can also explain it, otherwise you can't escape the name of poetry today!"

Yang Mingkong sang loudly.

Yuchi Baolin was not familiar with literature and was asked repeatedly by Yang Mingkong. He didn't know how to explain. He didn't breathe and fell to the ground in a depressed manner.

Yang Mingkong's voice still echoed in the hall. Both poems were very good, but after careful consideration, everyone found that although Yuchi Baolin could write poems, the details could not be explained at all.

"This son's poem is indeed copied."

Yuchi Baolin became more and more depressed, and looked ashamed, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

At this time, he looked at Yang Mingkong. The other party was obviously a minor official, but she was ashamed.

"Stop talking!"

Yuchi Baolin's emotions are on the verge of collapse.

Amid the shocked eyes of everyone, Yang Mingkong took a step forward.

"I said your poem was copied, do you recognize it?"

"I admit it!"

Yuchi Baolin said in a trembling voice.

"I am a minor official, are you qualified to question you?"

“Yes, yes, yes.”

Yuchi Baolin nodded repeatedly, without any arrogance.

When everyone heard this, they nodded. If it weren't for the explanation of the little official in front of them, many people wouldn't know the reason why the north wind blew the grass on the ground.

Especially Fang Xuanling and other court bosses looked at Dai Zhou curiously. Where did he find such a young talent, who is neither humble nor arrogant in front of so many court bosses, and can explain things clearly.

The source of the white grass in the poem was not understood at first. Now, when Yang Mingkong explained, everyone suddenly realized and couldn't help but understand what the poem was going on.

Yuchi Gong's face turned purple in anger. After hesitating for a while, he finally took Yuchi Baolin away.

"Who are you?

Many great scholars who are doing this allusion of white grass are not clear about. How can you, a minor official, know so clearly?"

Li Jing looked at the little official in front of him curiously.

But he saw the little official leaning over and bowing, bowing and saluting: "The disciple Yang Mingkong pays homage to his master. This poem was written by his teacher Luo Yunsheng, so the disciple knows the allusion."

Everyone was uproaring. It turned out that this poem was written by a man in Jingyang County.

The man in Jingyang County is Wu Xun.

It turns out that there are really talented people among us martial artists.

Luo Yunsheng didn't know that at this time, he became famous in Chang'an City.

Li Jing sat in the same place, feeling extremely shocked.

Even though he had accepted Luo Yunsheng as his disciple, even if he taught Luo Yunsheng's military strategy day and night, he never thought that Luo Yunsheng had such ability.

The kind of ability that can shock the audience if you send an apprentice out before you can take action.

Li Shimin also widened his eyes at this moment and looked at the civil servant in front of him incredibly.

Just now, everyone questioned that in order to make him famous, he could withstand the pressure and regain his own honor for his master.

Yuchi Baolin, who was so arrogant that he had no limits just now, could only bow his head and admit his mistakes, and dared not refute at all.

Yang Mingkong alone represented his teacher and amazed everyone at the banquet.

"I originally thought you were just a master of mathematics and science, and thought your teacher must be a master of mathematics and science, but I never thought that your teacher was actually a man in Jingyang County, and he was so talented, child!"

Dai Zhou looked at the young man who was as calm as jade during the banquet and felt more and more shocked.

His disciples are so outstanding, so how good is his teacher?

No wonder people have to serve in front of the teacher, because only by following the teacher can we make continuous progress.

"Hey, I didn't expect that Luo Yunsheng was so powerful that his disciples could become pillars in the Ministry of Civil Affairs. If he came to the Ministry of Civil Affairs to do things, wouldn't his life be like a fish in water?

Such an excellent talent, why did Li Jing take the lead?"

Dai Zhou felt inexplicably hard and had more ideas.

He knew that after today, Luo Yunsheng would no longer be the lucky minister under His Majesty, but a real talent in Chang'an.

The civil servants present were all those who admire talents. Just looking at their surprised eyes, you know that they had been conquered by Luo Yunsheng's talent. I'm afraid that it would be even more difficult for the Civil Affairs Ministry to steal people.

It is better to keep Yang Mingkong myself.

Yang Mingkong ignored these things at this time, but turned around and looked at Li Shimin and said, "Sage, don't you know if the empress can recite a poem for your teacher?"

"No need, I have been destined to see the collection of poems from the man in Jingyang County for a long time, including these two poems outside the border. I will soon publish the collection of poems from the man in Jingyang County for the whole world. If anyone likes it, go to the market to buy it."

After Li Shimin's words fell, the ministers were shocked at first. It turned out that Your Majesty had known the authenticity. If it weren't for the minor official Yang Mingkong's explanation of this matter, wouldn't the Yuchi family have committed the crime of deceiving the emperor today?

For a moment, even Yuchi Gong's expression began to become three points afraid.

Immediately, all the ministers envied themselves, because it didn't take long to go from a small county man to a great poet who became a world-famous poet, and a person who was worshipped by Chang'an was the object of the people of the Tang Dynasty.

When he entered the court, who would not want to be famous all over the world?
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