The eldest son is fierce

Di Cang looked down on Tang Jing very much. If his children and grandchildren were so capable, he would laugh in his dreams. But the old man Tang Jing actually treated Tang Yi like a piece of trash!

I really don’t know what his insidious eldest son has to be proud of.

"I've already warned Tang Jing. It depends on whether he understands my intentions. If his mind is completely focused on our eldest son, then I can't help him."

Emperor Yanwen sighed softly. He really admired this young man.

But no matter how much he admired his subjects, he could not interfere in their family affairs.

If Tang Jing fails to understand his meaning and continues to go against Tang Yi, then this old man will definitely be the one who regrets it in the future.

"This kid is a talent. Why doesn't Your Majesty train him directly?" The old prince looked at Emperor Yanwen with some confusion.

Since the emperor likes Tang Yi so much, why not just give him an official position and train him into his confidant?

"It's not the right time yet, the temperature is not high enough!" Emperor Yanwen shook his head.

Then, a sly look appeared on Emperor Yanwen's face, and he said with a smile, "Wait a little longer. Right now, only a few of us know his identity as the Immortal Poet."

"And that girl from the Kong family, in order to prevent my arranged marriage, is planning to organize a poetry gathering in Shen Garden."

"I think this is a good opportunity."

The old prince and Di Cang were stunned for a moment, then they understood what Emperor Yanwen meant.

Now that the imperial examination has just passed, the students who have passed the imperial examination are waiting for the court to give them the opportunity to fill their vacancies. If Tang Yi is directly appointed as an official, it will definitely make students all over the world dissatisfied.

But if Tang Yi can beat everyone at the Shenyuan Poetry Festival and become famous all over the world, then there will be no problem.

"Oh, I hate all these beating around the bush. It makes me dizzy. Wouldn't it be better to be more direct?"

Di Cang waved his hand irritably, turned around and walked out: "Do whatever you want with me. I won't chat with you anymore. Haha, I'm going to go to Zhuangyuan Street and crush those old guys first!"

Now, what could be more exciting than stepping on those civil servants?

……

Zhuangyuan Street!

At this time, the servants who had chased Liang Shao all the way also returned to Zhuangyuan Street to report.

After hearing the report from their servants, Minister of Revenue Liu Wen, Vice Minister of Justice Zhao Ke and others looked so gloomy that water seemed to drip out of them.

"Liang Shao, the prodigal son of the Earl of Pingyuan, can barely read. How did you mistake him for the refined scoundrel who could write 'Man Jiang Hong'?"

Liu Wen's face turned pale. Any literati who dared to write poems for military generals were all scoundrels.

What's even more embarrassing is that after two days of using my power to search for this scum, not only did I fail to find him, but today I was even fooled by him.

"Some people say he's the Immortal Poet, and they even throw out the famous line 'Ten years of hard study with no one paying attention, but one stroke of fame brings world-wide recognition,' which is why everyone believes him so firmly."

Zhao Ke said in a cold voice that he was the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice, an expert in investigating cases, but he couldn't even see through such a petty trick and was fooled by someone.

"This poem wasn't written by Liang Shao. It should have been written by the person who wronged him... That person should be the one we're looking for."

Tang Jing said in a deep voice.

Only the immortal poet who wrote "Man Jiang Hong" could reach this level.

And they actually let that guy slip away right under their noses!

Taking a deep breath to suppress the anger in his heart, Tang Jing asked, "Have you checked? With so many people watching, it's impossible that they don't even know who was in contact with Liang Shao at the time, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Jing noticed that everyone was looking at him with extremely strange eyes.

"It's related to me?" Tang Jing's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the Immortal Poet was his painting?

Zhao Ke sneered and said, "I asked the old beggar who was beaten by Liang Shao. He said that when Liang Shao was running away, he cursed Tang Yi, 'Your uncle!'"

Tang Yi?

That cowardly guy?

"Impossible! It can't be his!"

Tang Jing denied it without hesitation, almost subconsciously: "It can't be him! My son is cowardly and incompetent. He can't even hold his head up in front of my eldest son. How could he have the heart to write such a poem? Even if he had the heart, he doesn't have the ability!"

"He came to Zhuangyuan Street today, probably to buy poetry."

"You should already know about the upcoming Shenyuan Poetry Festival at the Kong family. Tang Yi is preparing for it."

"Nonsense, we naturally know that it can't be Tang Yi, otherwise, do you think everyone can sit here with you calmly?" Liu Wen snorted coldly, and everyone also sneered.

If the Immortal Poet was really Tang Yi, he would have dealt with you, Tang Jing, as well.

"Haha, let me tell you some good news. The little poet has a new work."

"This is a poem written by the little poet for me. Haha, it's a poem that's as good as 'Man Jiang Hong'!"

At this moment, Di Cang's deep voice suddenly came from Zhuangyuan Street.

Tang Jing and the others all looked up and saw Di Cang walking into Zhuangyuan Street with the gait of a dragon and a tiger.

When they heard his words, everyone's faces turned gloomy.

Impossible? They had been searching for the Little Poet Fairy for two days and Di Cang had found her without even having to look for her?

Moreover, he even wrote a poem for Di Cang personally?

Does this gentlemanly villain really want to go down the same path as the military generals?

"The Immortal Poet has a new work? Is that true?"

"Old General, there are at least a hundred people claiming to be the Immortal Poet on this entire Zhuangyuan Street. Don't be fooled!"

"I just chased a fake immortal poet for over ten miles. Could it be another fake?"

"..."

Countless people on Zhuangyuan Street gathered around Di Cang, talking about what he said, but few believed what Di Cang said.

Because they had just been fooled and chased a playboy for ten blocks, but finally lost him.

"Don't worry, the poem in my hand is definitely the authentic work of the Little Poet!"

"Well, today I will show you mercy and let you appreciate the poem that the little poet gave me."

Although the old general was old, he was a martial arts expert and had a flexible body. He stepped on the ground with his feet and jumped into the air, easily jumping onto the roof of Zhuangyuan Street.

Then, he spread out the paper in his hand, and a voice like a loud bell spread throughout the whole place!

"Title: 'Poetry of Breaking the Formation - A Poem Dedicated to General Di Lao'"

"When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and read the sword. I dreamed of the horn-blowing company. Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates were burning, fifty-stringed strings were sounding outside the Great Wall, and the troops were ordered in autumn on the battlefield."

"The horse is as fast as Lu, and the bow is as loud as thunder. I have accomplished the king's affairs, and won a good reputation in my lifetime and after my death. What a pity! My hair has turned white!"

The entire Zhuangyuan Street was originally extremely noisy, but as the old general's voice sounded, the entire Zhuangyuan Street gradually quieted down.

Drunk while looking at the sword by lamplight… These six short words at the beginning vividly portray a military general who is so depressed and worried that he drinks alone.

I was drunk, but instead of sleeping, I looked at my sword by lamplight. A sense of loneliness and desolation came over me.

Later the focus is directly drawn to the military camp, and the life in the military camp and the grandeur of the battlefield are described to the extreme. How awe-inspiring is it?

However, the general's original intention to recover the country remains unchanged, but his hair has turned gray. How sad!

Who else besides the Immortal Poet could have such a powerful writing style?!

So the old general had finished reading, but the whole street was still dead silent, as if time had stopped.

In the teahouse, Tang Jing, Liu Wen and a group of people were also stunned and breathing rapidly.

This is indeed a good poem, one that can be compared with "Man Jiang Hong"!

But these two poems were written from the perspective of military generals, so both poems are magnificent and majestic!

But these two poems were given to these vulgar warriors, which is such a waste of talent!