Seeing that the middle-aged man was quite proud of his words, Han Yu felt unhappy. However, this boy has been familiar with Confucian classics since he was a child, and he paid attention to "ritual" in his behavior. Therefore, he answered respectfully with no exception: "Justice's spirit is extremely strong when he learns Guan Shishu's behavior late. I think it is definitely not something that can be obtained by ordinary military commands. If we talk about the benefits of the armored soldiers of this dynasty, who is stronger than the Shence Army?" Speaking of Shence Army, the young man who was about sixteen or seventeen years old could not help but be excited for a moment and said generously: "Two months ago, Liang Chongyi, the wolfish son of the east road of Shannan, killed Qin's envoys, gathered private soldiers, and carried out great delinquent affairs. It was exactly the 100,000 Shence Army that he had launched, and he destroyed them in less than thirteen days. Such a mighty army cannot be praised!"

"Well, you scholar is a good scholar. Just one word of praise will make you clear. Come on, drink!" These words were heard in Cui Aotian's ears, which was like Jinglun's wonderful voice. He beat a few tables and shouted loudly.

"I heard from the young brother's wonderful statement that my uncle has lost his composure in the city, so don't blame me!" As a result of this shot, Cui Po picked up the pot and said to Yang Song and the other two, but he couldn't help laughing. He knew very well about the great victory two months ago. At that time, the court did not hesitate to use the subordinate Hou Xiyi as a charity, and used the name of comfort to confuse Liang Chongyi. In addition, he issued an order to dispatch troops. The powerful general Ma then mobilized 100,000 elite troops in Shen Ce, and the five prefectures around Shannan all launched a fight against the thieves. It was a pity that the east of Shannan was just a small road.

Although Liang Chongyi tried his best to expand his army, he only gathered 70,000 victories. Suddenly, he faced the five-way pressure of 300,000 tiger and wolf troops overnight. How should he resist the law? After the war, the income from Shannan treasury was not enough to raise troops this time, which led to four Hebei's four cavalry launches and frequent contacts. In terms of tactics, the court certainly won; but in the long run, it was a big failure in strategy. Unexpectedly, this "big victory" was really praised by this young man today. How could the Minister of the Secretariat not laugh?

The more Yang Song looked at it, the more he felt that the uncle and nephew were not as good as ordinary. He couldn't help but think about it. Seeing that the young man in his companion was talking about such military affairs, he was afraid that he would say something wrong and said that Jia Chao was inappropriate. He then laughed and said, "I'm living in a famous temple, and I'll talk about famous flowers. Isn't this kind of killing and fighting on the battlefield a bad situation? Isn't it a bad thing to be a famous flower? The so-called 'the fragrance of the sky dyes the night clothes, and the country is drunk in the morning!', the four-character test of Li Zhongshu's "Tianxiang National Color" in Kaiyuan can be said to be the beauty of peony in one word! We should also drink wine in the cup and enjoy the flowers in front of us, and we can only calculate that we will not waste this wonderful spring scenery."

"Brother Yang said exactly! But I don't know what the peony that Mr. Cui said just now is called?" An Yu and An Huazhi, who came with him, was also a smart person. How could he not understand his thoughts and sing and saying it immediately.

"Oh! Brother An clearly wants to ask me this is difficult!" Yang Tingzhi's laughter attracted everyone's attention. After taking a sip of the sake in the cup, he said with a slight finger: "I just said that this peony should be of pure and profound color, and its name is like the fairy of the Baiye, Xiao Huang Jiao, Penglai Gong, the royal clothes red, Taiping Pavilion, Tianwang Zi, etc.! However, Brother Cui ordered that the overall color is plain and white, which is a very bad foundation, but..." At this point, Yang Song thought that he was a praising his talent, but he stopped talking and kept his mouth shut.

"It's just what? Brother Yang, please speak." His words really attracted everyone's interest. Even Cui Guo couldn't help but urge him to ask.

"Please look at this flower. The dark purple dotted in the plain white, and the petals are round and the flowers are of moderate shape. There are drops of spring dew on it but not dispersed. Therefore, from the whole book, it looks like a girl's bright eyes, and it is also due to it. This flower is called "the eyes are charming", which means "water is charming in the eyes". This book is truly the best among the flowers!" At this point, Yang Tingzhi felt his own thoughts, and he couldn't help but hold a cup to the fullest white.

"Brother Yang is very talented!" Looking at the pot of ordinary peony flowers in front of him, Yang Tingzhi had a strong poetic and picturesque feeling. Cui Po first realized that the so-called viewing of flowers in later generations is just a painting in a pig-killing room, which is just a craftsmanship! He sighed slightly and praised him.

"Young brother praised it!" Yang Tingzhi smiled proudly when he heard this, and continued, "When talking about this peony, there are many good stories since our dynasty established the country! In Kaiyuan, four peonies in the Chenxiang Pavilion of Xingqing Palace were in full bloom. His Majesty Xuanzong could not bear the loneliness of famous flowers, so he took the night to shine white, and the imperial concubine followed him to reward him. Later, he ordered the singing saint Li Guinian and other children in the Pear Garden to play music to help him, saying, "Why do you use the old words to appreciate famous flowers when you want to pay attention to the concubine?" So he sent out a golden flower note to give Li Xian a new poem, and he was like a banished immortal, and he was drunk and erected in three chapters of "Qingping Di"

As a result, the children of Liyuan stroking silk and bamboo to promote songs, His Majesty Xuanzong tuned the jade flute to make a new song, and the imperial concubine sipped the pomegranate Xiliangzhou with a seven-treasure cup of rice and smiled and led the lyrics. This is the 'Yun Thinks about Clothes and Jades Thinks about Face'! The elegance of the predecessors is truly a god! Today, this peony is still the same, and people are completely different, sad, a pity..." At this point, Yang Tingzhi's face, which was originally smiling, was full of desolation and sadness. If he looked closely, there were already ripples of water in the depths of his eyes.

Climbing high and sad about the past, feeling the flowers shed tears, and being sad about the moon, the ancient literati's sadness in spring and autumn can be said to be deeply rooted in the bones, and what Yang Song said is such a first-class person! After thousands of years, he is like a king, concubine, singer, and poet guest. How could he have ever had the elegance of "Xuanzong, imperial concubine, singing saint, and immortal"? Besides, it is a good story that these four people gathered together to perform? Looking at the beautiful peony flowers in front of him, smiling proudly in the spring breeze. Looking back at the victory meeting that year, I remember the graceful appearance of the predecessors, everyone seemed to be crazy, and no one spoke in the sitting.

"The most common nature is that each generation will definitely bring talent to each other. Why do we need to be addicted to our predecessors? We should strive to learn! In time, how can we know that there are no ones that are not as good as those of the ancients today!" After all, Han Yu was the youngest, and his feelings for the past became much weaker. Seeing that the atmosphere was dull, he took the lead in speaking.

"In history, Han Yu is extremely confident, and he is deeply proud of himself. He will definitely be famous for his eternal tradition. When he sees him today, this is indeed not a false statement!" Hearing that such words to surpass Li Bai were spoken by such a young man in thick clothes who was less than the age of 2008, Mr. Cui smiled slightly and said to himself.

"Young brother is so proud!" Yang Song was also adaptable to his heart and walked out of his mind. He smiled and praised, then turned to Cui Rong again, "This Chang'an flower guest loves solid-colored peonies, and plain colors are the light. Brother Cui pointed it just now, and it is clearly a unique embrace. I must be a talented person who looks very talented when I see famous flowers. I can't say that I have to ask my younger brother to use peonies as a guide. How about showing my talents for us?"

The literati's collection is better than this. His proposal naturally attracted everyone's agreement. Even Cui Aotian praised his good idea, but it made Mr. Cui anxious because he was not very happy with this flower and thought little. Besides, there were many famous works from his predecessors, so he could make some good sentences at this time! But in front of everyone, he could not allow him to give in, so he could only avoid realistic and look at the Zen temple around him and said:

The beautiful woman opened the small medicine clan and everyone rushed to Chang'an. The most romantic one was Jianfu Temple, and she did not see peonies in the world.

After muttering this poem for a long time, he saw Yang Song Kaikai saying, "This poem is very stable and has a good rhyme. It is even more rare to be so urgent. Only by looking at this work, I know that my young brother must be a person on the Golden List this year. I admire him, admire him!"

He heard that he praised the topic and the rhyme and was eager to use talent, but he didn't have a word to put it in the poem itself. Cui Po knew what it meant. When he smiled slightly, he saw that the boy on the other side was eager to try it. He started to speak and said, "A few wrong poems are really unattainable to the Fang family, but they are just using this to attract jade. I see that this young brother Han is very confident, so I would like to show his talent?"

Han Yu was arrogant and was even more arrogant at this time, so he didn't say much to thank him. After getting up and bowing to the court for a week, he chanted with chant:

The peony flowers bloom in Chang'an wind, and they still share the same heart as the guest. The flowers are so timid that they can disappear after a few drunkenness. The world only regards the beauty as real, and the true Zen is originally a metaphor for the emptiness. Recently, the wise ruler has thought about the king's way and is not allowed to plant the six palaces.

The voice of the words was bright and the seven-character poem was recited. After a moment of success, Cui Aotian was the first to praise him: "'The world only regards Hua Shengshi, and the true Zen is originally a metaphor for emptiness. Recently, the wise ruler has thought about the king's way and is not allowed to fill the six palaces.' It is really a good poem, a little friend's talent." Amid the laughter, he turned around and teased Cui Guo, "Nephew, this time, this little friend Han has compared you. This time, he must concentrate on his studies." After the words were finished, he laughed again.

The young man’s poem points to the topic at the beginning; Buddhist Zen words are embedded in the poem, which can be described as the realm of Jianfu Temple; it is even more rare to have the sentence “The world only brings beauty to the real world”, which has far-reaching meaning and broadens the atmosphere of the poem; and the last two lines of praise of the saint are the real reason that makes Cui Aotian laugh. This poem has both style and style, praise of the saints and satirical metaphors, which is actually a poem that is immersed in Confucian poetry, which is very consistent with Han Yuwei Confucian’s view of academic research.

"What's so embarrassing to lose to Han Yu and Han Tuizhi, who is known as the "child prodigy"? Besides, if it weren't for the tight time, don't think too much, hum!" He comforted himself in his heart sourly, then Cui Guo smiled bitterly and stood up respectfully and said: "What uncle admonished me is that my nephew should keep it in mind."

"Young children have a few bad poems, how can you take them seriously?" Seeing this, An Yu, An Huazhi, who led the young man, came to smooth things out. Then, he turned to look at the happy young man opposite and said, "The two high-ranking talents appreciate it because they are inspiring you to make progress. You must not be complacent and have such frivolous thoughts. Besides, if your poetry style does not change, you should not go again when you test the exam today. Humph! You have only learned a few years of poetry and books and have gone through a few state roads, and you dare to speak out such arrogant words as 'all the world will win the true nature'! On the field of science, just this sentence can cut off your lifelong hope of official career. After today, you will forbid you to speak nonsense as a poem. When will you understand the "test poem" thoroughly? You can remember it!"

These words only made Han Yu feel cold and pondered for a long time, and then he said, "What my junior brother is to warn him that later generations should remember it."

Seeing this scene in front of him, Cui Po felt extremely relieved: "July debt is paid quickly! You are a little bitch, it depends on whether you can still do it, how is it, you will be defeated!" As the laughter in his heart, Cui Aotian, who was smiling beside him, said coldly: "This student is such a bad word! The court is working hard to govern the country, and what he wants is such a true character, but the warm and soup-like standard poem is probably not won. In the opinion of a certain family, this little brother will definitely win the exam today." After saying this, he carefully looked at the young man before continuing: "But he is really too young at this age."

"You are a martial artist, and you know what kind of moral articles are there." Hearing this, An Yu smiled and said to himself. However, since he felt that this person was extraordinary, he naturally would not fight with the will of anger. Instead, he smiled and said, "Mr. Cheng is auspicious! He said that he should have worked hard for several years before he could take the exam. Unfortunately, since Lord Cui entered the Ministry of Rites, he changed the judiciary system. From next year, he would have to combine the Jinshi, law, and all subjects into one, and set up a book to collect the scholars. As if this were the case, it would be more and more difficult to think about it. In desperation, while the old system of the sciences has not changed, he might have brought him to the great fortune."

"This kid is really lucky. He met and wrote two 'flattery' poems. He became the emperor's imperial examination and advanced the time for the award ten years. What's the saying? Alas! Wait, 'I will definitely win in this subject. If he was in a high school in this subject, wouldn't he become my disciple? I, Cui Po, actually, want to be Han Yu's teacher. This is probably difficult to not be famous for the ages..."

The Minister Cui was very confused for a long time. After he finally calmed down, he was just hearing what An Yu said, so he frowned and said, "The imperial examination will be reorganized next year, and it is true that the imperial examination will be reorganized and the scholars will be selected! But this Mingdao, Jinshi, and the three single subjects of Mingjing are still retained! A talent like a young brother can naturally apply for the exam. Once he wins, he will not have the worries of being out of the present. He can go straight to the Hanyuan and serve in a noble position. Isn't that beautiful!"

"The regulations are indeed the case. Although these three subjects are still retained, there are too few quotas. According to the Ministry of Rites, these three subjects in the future can be directly entered by Hanyuan, but each subject only takes the top five. For students who sign up for the exam, you need to hold the recommendations of four nobles or famous scholars. Not to mention that the qualifications of these exams are really high, you are really lucky to be able to recommend books. How dare you make this gamble after a lifetime of hope?"

"These three subjects are divided into two ways. You can either learn the real talent and scholars to work in Hanyuan's professional skills; or you can learn the children of wealthy families as a comfort plan. You and others need to learn all kinds of practical knowledge to be in line with the way of obtaining talents in the court. You can choose the Chinese Jinshi! This subject is retained, but you can't learn enough, but you have to blame yourself." As he thought about it in his heart, Cui Guo couldn't help but smile at the corner of his lips.

"We are rich and noble in the sky. We say that these things are so disappointing, it is better to appreciate famous flowers and be greedy for a while. Unfortunately, although the peony is good, what we see in the world is just shallow and deep purple, but there is no deep red one!" Yang Song's words were filled with endless regrets.
Chapter completed!