Everyone was startled, and someone said: "This is Uncle Wuyang's poem!"

The popular songs of the Tang Dynasty have a process: famous poems, composed by brothels and sung to become famous, and spread to the people...

There is a standard here. Straightforward poems are the most widely sung by the common people. Later, Bai Juyi strived to make his poems straightforward and easy to understand, so that even old women could understand and sing them.

This poem by Jia Ping'an is like this.

Yang Dingyuan was stunned.

The woman clapped her hands and laughed, "Mr. Yang, here are Uncle Wu Yang's poems, where are yours?"

Everyone booed, "Where is yours!? Do you dare to say it?"

Yang Dingyuan's cheeks trembled, "This...this kind of poetry is extremely unbearable..."

A boy shouted: "No, my reading teacher said that this poem is easy to understand, natural and interesting, it can be called a masterpiece, and no one can match it in this dynasty."

Yang Dingyuan originally came to cause trouble for Jia Pingan today, but now he is in deep trouble. He sternly said, "A group of ignorant people, how can they understand poetry?"

"Does this old man understand?"

In the voice, a man came out slowly.

"Chen Siye?"

The person who came was Chen Bao, Secretary of the Imperial College, and Zhang Yue was by his side.He frowned and looked at Yang Dingyuan, "I heard that there was a madman Yang Dingyuan in the Guozijian before, and I thought you were a great talent. After entering the Guozijian, I realized that you are very talkative.

Hearing what you said today, I didn't expect you to be such a great talent.

This poem "Thinking of a Quiet Night" describes the scene of a quiet night and the feelings of homesickness.You sneered, and even contemptuously.

Come, the old man is here today, you can write poems, as long as you have the talent of Uncle Wuyang, the old man will recommend you. "

The people booed, "Do it, do it!"

Yang Dingyuan's face was pale.

Chen Bao walked up to Jia Pingan, "Zhang Yue wanted to come here to gamble today, but the old man took it, and then the old man asked him to lead the way here. I didn't expect to encounter such a thing."

He turned around and glanced at Yang Dingyuan, "Although I don't like Uncle Wuyang, to be honest, I'm not as talented as Uncle Wuyang, and you... are even worse."

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Chapter 428 You Are Just A Dog In My Eyes

Zhou Xing knew that he was going to be unlucky.

Back at the Ministry of Criminal Justice, he cautiously entered the duty room.

Wang Qi didn't look up, "I can tell by the sound of your footsteps that it's not good news, so close the door first."

Zhou Xing closed the door with his backhand and began to tremble.

Wang Qi raised his head, "Why did it fail?"

Zhou Xing knelt down and put his hands on the ground, "Xiaguan and others have already surrounded the yellow tiger, but Baodong and Baiqi are also here."

"So you didn't snatch him?"

Wang Qi's voice was very calm.

Zhou Xing bowed his head, "During the confrontation, Yang Jidong stepped forward. The yellow tiger changed his mind and said that Baiqi's men got him first."

Wang Qi took a deep breath and asked, "Yang Jidong couldn't help?"

"I helped, but those villagers spoke for Jia Ping'an."

Wang Qi picked up the needle and thread, "So, it's okay to fight back through the mouths of the people?"

Zhou Xing trembled all over, "Yes."

Wang Qi stood up, "You let me down."

Zhou Xing raised his head, propped his hands behind his back, and stared in horror.

"what……"

……

Later, Wang Qi appeared at Chu Suiliang's place.

"Snatched by Baiqi?"

Chu Suiliang was furious, "How do you do things?"

"The lower official is guilty."

Wang Qi knelt down and pleaded guilty without hesitation.

"roll!"

Chu Suiliang then went to look for Zhangsun Wuji.

"I'm afraid Zhang Sai is going to pass the test, and all the arrangements I've been waiting for have become empty."

Then the memorial to recommend someone as the Minister of the Ministry of War was quietly withdrawn.

……

Baiqi, Zhang Yue looked innocent, "I just bet a little money!"

Jia Pingan sat opposite him, looked very calm, got up and walked over, "How young?"

Zhang Yue looked up at him, "It's really not big."

"I asked how young."

Zhang Yue was smiling, that kind of reserved smile.

Jia Pingan grabbed his hair and slammed it on the case table.

Bah!

Then when he mentioned it, Zhang Yue raised his head, nosebleeds gushing out wildly.

"Aye!"

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