Li Shimin faked his death? Then I will be powerful enough to conquer the world!

The scent of ink grew thicker as the attendant presented the manuscript to the main desk. The moment Yan Boyu unfolded it, his pupils suddenly constricted—"Yuzhang, the old county, Hongdu, the new capital"—the opening eight characters were full of grandeur.

When he read "embracing three rivers and encompassing five lakes, controlling the barbarians and leading the Ou and Yue peoples", he straightened his back unconsciously; and when he read "the setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together, the autumn water and the sky are the same color", he knocked the teacup in his hand heavily on the table, and the splashed tea spread dark marks on the brocade tablecloth.

"Quick! Bring that boy back!"

Yan Boyu's voice trembled, and his three fingers unconsciously stroked the words on the paper that were so strong that they could be seen through the back of the paper. "With such an article, we can't let him go!"

Meng Chang felt that something was wrong when his father-in-law's expression changed.

At this moment, when I read the text closely, I felt that every word was like a heavy hammer hitting my heart.

He had been familiar with classics and history since childhood, and could recite "Zhaoming Wenxuan" by heart at the age of twelve. However, the exquisite allusions and gorgeous rhetoric in the parallel prose before him made him feel confused as if he had never read a book before.

"The stars are divided into Yi and Zhen, and the land is connected to Heng and Lu." These eight characters describe the geography of Hongzhou Xingye in full. Such skills are difficult to achieve even after ten years of hard study.

He recalled the time when his teacher stroked his white beard and praised him for his ability to memorize everything he saw and that he would become a great man in the future.

At this moment, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, soaking the green scarf that tied his hair.

The glory of passing the imperial examination at the age of thirteen, the admiring gazes of tourists on Chang'an Avenue, and his wife's words last night, "Your husband will surely astonish everyone with your skills today," all turned into sharp blades at this moment, cutting into his heart and causing him pain.

At the same time, in the private room on the second floor of Zuixianlou in the west of the city, Wang Bo was knocking on a coarse pottery bowl with bamboo chopsticks and humming a vulgar tune.

The shiny roast chicken was torn into pieces, and the sauce dripped from his fingertips onto his washed-out blue shirt.

The moist wind from the Ganjiang River blew in from outside the window, carrying the shouts from the restaurant next door, which was more to his liking than the hustle and bustle of Taiyuan Market.

"Young Master! Young Master!"

The hurried footsteps made the wooden stairs creak. When the servant pushed open the door, his hat and belt were askew, and the copper bells on his waist made people dizzy. "Governor Yan wants to see you! It's urgent!"

Wang Bo, with his mouth full of fish, mumbled, "Why are you in such a hurry..."

He caught a glimpse of the Governor's Office badge dangling from the servant's waist, and then he slowly put down his chopsticks.

He deliberately wiped his hands slowly with the corner of his clothes, picked up the coarse earthenware wine jar, tilted his head back and took a big gulp, the spicy wine slid down his jawline into his clothes. "Could it be that my article caught the governor's eye?"

he said with a smile.

The servant stamped his feet anxiously: "You are joking! Scholar Meng insists that you plagiarized the article and is leading people to recite it in the pavilion right now! If you don't go now, the governor will send officials to arrest you!"

Wang Bo's laughter suddenly stopped. He stared at the servant's flushed face, then suddenly threw back his head and burst into laughter, shaking the oil-paper lanterns hanging from the beams. "Good Scholar Meng!"

"Could Meng Chang have said, 'Age is not the same as strength, and the heart of the old is not the same; poverty is not the same, and the ambition is not lost'?" He picked up the wine pot and shook it, and the remaining wine dripped from the spout onto the blue brick floor. "Go and see how my 'ambition to rise to the sky' was taken away by others!"

When he grabbed the wine jar, the rim knocked against the door frame, making a crisp sound. "I'm going to meet this talented man!"

The Tengwang Pavilion was already packed with scholars and poets. Meng Chang stood on the high platform, his wide black sleeves swaying gently as he recited the cadences of a poem: "The mountains and rivers are difficult to cross, who will pity those who have lost their way? We meet by chance, all of us are strangers from a foreign land..."

He deliberately dragged out the last word and swept his eyes across the astonished faces in the audience, but when he saw his father-in-law's gloomy expression, his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

“This is a work I came across by chance before next month.”

Meng Chang closed the manuscript and bowed to everyone, but glanced in the direction where Wang Bo appeared from the corner of his eye. "I wanted to show off today, but I didn't expect to be..."

The Tengwang Pavilion was already filled with scholars.

Yan Boyu looked at his son-in-law's calm demeanor, but his fingertips pinched into his palm - Meng Chang did have the ability to remember everything he saw, but he couldn't afford to meet such a talented young man!

He understood that his son-in-law was capable.

Born with a photographic memory.

This parallel prose was indeed written by that young man.

However, such parallel prose is destined to go down in history.

There is no scholar who sees this kind of parallel prose and does not want to claim it for himself.

Make the signature your own.

What's more, the other party is just a powerless young boy.

What can he do?

If you are more sensible, you will probably just accept it.

Afterwards, he will also give a large sum of money.

But how could such a talented young man endure this?

Young people have never been smooth.

This is also what Yan Boyu is worried about.

Today is different from the past!

He was afraid of something happening.

However, whatever people fear, it will come to them.

When Wang Bo heard that Meng Chang could recite the Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng that he had just written by heart, he was also a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, there are so many heroes in the world. Not to mention talent, Wang Bo really does not have the ability to remember everything he sees.

However, when it comes to talent, he is not afraid of anyone.

He boasts that he alone possesses all the talents in the world.

Looking at Wang Bo in front of him, this governor who had read countless articles felt like he was looking up to a mountain.

He suddenly recalled the shock he felt when he first saw Luo Binwang's "The Imperial Capital" in Chang'an. But now he felt that the person in front of him was three times more amazing.

"Great! Rarely seen in the world! Truly rare in the world!"

"It's truly the best parallel prose in the world!"

.........

There was endless praise all around.

&34;Wait!&34;

The smell of Wang Bo's wine mixed with the scent of ink hit my face.

He glanced at Meng Chang, his eyes reddening, making him look even more arrogant: "Mr. Meng has a good memory. I wonder if you remember 'If I didn't meet Yang Yi, I would stroke the clouds and feel sorry for myself; if I met Zhong Qi, why would I feel ashamed to play the flowing water?' This allusion comes from the Book of Han and the Liezi. Did you read it the other day?"

Meng Chang's expression suddenly changed. He caught a glimpse of his father-in-law's gloomy face from the corner of his eye and said with all his might, "It's just a temporary idea!"

"Ingenious idea?" Wang Bo threw the wine on the table, and the crisp sound startled the birds perched under the eaves.

"May I ask Mr. Meng."

Wang Bo reached out and dipped his hand in the remaining ink in the inkstone, and casually wrote on the desk an allusion to "Feng Tang Yi Lao". "This sentence comes from "Records of the Grand Historian". I wonder if you have seen it when you were studying the other day?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he continued: "There is also 'Drinking from the Greedy Spring and Feeling Refreshed'. Have you ever seen it in the Biography of Wu Yinzhi in the Book of Jin?"

There was an uproar in the cabinet.

Meng Chang's face turned from pale to blue. He caught a glimpse of his father-in-law's hesitant expression and suddenly remembered his wife's words, "My husband is the god of literature incarnate."

His Adam's apple rolled twice, and he forced himself to remain calm: "It's just some common allusions, nothing surprising!"

Wang Bo suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter carrying the youthful exuberance: "Okay! In that case, let me ask you a question. You said you wrote this parallel prose, so let me ask you, have you finished it?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard Wang Bo's words.

"What do you mean? What does this young man mean?"

"You haven't finished writing this parallel prose yet? Is there more?"