"Tang Hao!"
The king of Tang looked at Tang Hao and shouted.
Tang Hao put away his thoughts and hugged boxing.
"The grass people are here."
"In this situation and scene, poetry should be added to the fun. I heard that you have great literary talent, so I asked you to write a poem on the spot."
As soon as the voice fell, a eunuch carried a table and put it in front of Tang Hao. Several palace maids came to the table with ink cuttlefish and waited on it.
Tang Hao bowed and said, "the grass people obey the order."
There was silence.
All the examinees looked sideways one after another, and it was a happy event to be recognized by the king of Tang Dynasty.
It would be a great honor to write poems in front of the king of Tang Dynasty.
Jealousy and envy focused on Tang Hao.
Zhang Wu clenched his teeth secretly, and his eyes twinkled with envy like everyone else.
The difference is that there is a trace of anger in Zhang Wu''s eyes.
Tang Hao pulled up his sleeves, picked up the pen and ink in the maid''s hand, stood next to the case, hesitated for a few seconds, waved his pen and walked away.
Gou Jian, king of Yue, broke Wu GUI,
The soldiers returned home in royal clothes.
Palace maids are like flowers all over the court,
So far only partridges fly.
There was silence!
Unconsciously, it seemed that the vigorous calligraphy was substituted into the scene.
Gou Jian takes revenge, the soldiers triumph, the righteous are rewarded, everyone smiles, and the beauties are like clouds. It''s a happy scene.
People unconsciously think of this prosperous Tang Dynasty.
But the last sentence turned suddenly, in sharp contrast to the first three sentences. The partridge flew and felt desolate.
In contrast, his style is original, the language is cold and the festival is promoted, and the sense of prosperity and decline is strong.
This moment seems to put people into endless meditation.
Zhang Wu read silently in his heart. For a moment, he was also intoxicated in the history of Gou Jian''s destruction of Wu.
"Good! What a sentence! Palace maids are like flowers all over the court. So far, only partridges fly. Although it is a period of history, it is deeply described, thought-provoking and good!"
The king of Tang Dynasty looked at this poem, shooting several cases, and his eyes were more appreciative.
The king of Tang waved his big hand and said.
"Come and give wine."
As soon as the voice fell, the candidates looked surprised and looked at Tang Hao with envy in their eyes.
Zhang Wu''s heart was shocked. Tang Hao received a royal gift from the king of Tang for the first time. What an honor.
Even some of the old courtiers here have never had such treatment in their life!
If so, even if Tang Hao loses the election, he must have a place in the heart of the king of Tang!
"Your majesty! I think Tang Hao''s poem is disrespectful to your majesty."
An angry voice sounded.
Zhang Wu had moved to the hall, stood beside Tang Hao, slightly lowered his head, and had a cold look in his eyes when he came into contact with Tang Hao''s eyes.
The king of Tang in the hall gradually put away his smile and frowned.
"How disrespectful is poetry?"
Zhang Wu bowed and pointed to the last two sentences on the table.
"Your Majesty, the first three sentences of the whole poem describe a festive scene, which is not exactly the same as today''s prosperous Tang Dynasty."
"And this last sentence, desolate and declining, depression and sadness, makes people feel palpitating and sour."
"I just don''t know whether this young master Tang really writes about the past or the present?"
After that, Zhang Wu straightened his back and looked at Tang Hao with bright eyes. A slight sneer appeared at the corners of his mouth.
Zhang Wu is also a person who has read some poetry books. A nostalgic poem can pick out bones from eggs.
The key is that he picked this bone, which is related to his rebellious and anti thief intentions.
After Zhang Wu mentioned this, the ministers and the children of the aristocratic family talked about it one after another, pointing the spearhead at Tang Hao.
The king of Tang also frowned.
This is an ancient poem. This time, Zhang Wu was linked to the rise and fall of the Tang Dynasty. He also knew that these aristocratic family disciples were deliberately making trouble.
Although what Zhang Wu said is far fetched, it can also be related.
He had intended to cultivate Tang Hao. Naturally, he would not be incited, but his doubts about Zhang Wu were not easy to attack.
Tang Hao was not frightened. Instead, he looked aboveboard, held his head high and bowed his hands.
"Your Majesty, Tang Hao doesn''t mean that. It''s just an ancient poem, and the story of Gou Jian''s destruction of Wu mentioned in the poem is just a well-known story for women and children."
The king of Tang nodded.
"I''m sure you don''t have the courage. Although this poem is good, it shows a desolate meaning. I order you to make a poem to show the bloody character of the officers and men of the Tang Dynasty."
Hearing the speech, Zhang Wu''s heart moved slightly. This face has always been the most important thing for the monarch, but the king of Tang did not attack this time.
In the twinkling of an eye, Zhang Wu thought again that the poetry just now, both in terms of words and poetry, could be called a world-shaking work. Now make another one. In such a short time, how can you have this talent unless heaven and man.
Then he slowly returned to his seat and looked at Tang Hao coldly.
Tang Hao bowed slowly and said.
"Minister, command."
After that, Tang Hao turned slowly and said to Zhang Wu.
"Excuse me, childe Zhang, to see if there is any objection."
Zhang Wu snorted coldly and did not respond.
After that, Tang Hao took up his pen and walked to the side of the case. After a little meditation, he wrote.
When Zhang Wu saw that Tang Hao looked free and didn''t scratch his ears and head as he thought, he was a little surprised.
"Is it... Is this poem really difficult for him?"