Tang Hao stood with his hands down and looked down at Meng Yuqi.


    He was thinking about which poem to use today.


    The whole Hu Yue building fell into a brief silence at this moment.


    Everyone''s eyes focused on Tang Hao and waited quietly.


    At this time, Tang Hao thought quickly in his mind and slowly took the first step.


    With the second step, Tang Hao''s magnetic voice rang through the whole Hu Yue building.


    Clouds want clothes, flowers want looks,


    Spring breeze balustrade Revlon.


    If I hadn''t seen you at the head of Qun Yushan,


    I''ll meet you at Yaotai.


    After five steps, the poem is completed.


    Quiet!


    The whole Huyue building is quiet, and everyone is savoring the artistic conception of this poem.


    Literati like to be artful, but also like to taste the artistic conception of a poem like tea.


    Tang Hao in this Qing and pingdiao only uses part of the three songs. Every sentence does not write about beauty, but metaphors beauty everywhere.


    Although you can''t see the beauty, those immortal places like Yushan and Yaotai often give people infinite reverie in a hazy way, trying to see the beauty of the people living here.


    This is undoubtedly a fine poem praising beauty.


    After listening, Meng Yuqi''s white and beautiful face lifted up a faint blush. His watery eyes looked at Tang Hao with a complex look.


    Looking at Meng Yuqi''s coquettish appearance, Fang Yiai''s heart was not complicated, and a trace of acid poured into his heart.


    He claimed to be a talented person in the imperial city. Naturally, he also admired the beauty. Unfortunately, the beauty in front of him already had a heart.


    Although there is no mention of yearning between the lines of Tang Hao''s poem, we can feel the faint meaning of teasing the beauty everywhere. We have to admit that it is a good poem.


    Fang Yiai boasts that he is far more talented than these aristocratic family disciples, but he is not confident that he can make such a good poem in seven steps, let alone speak like Tang Hao.


    Looking at Tang Hao, who was neither arrogant nor impetuous, neither humble nor arrogant, and returned to the table as stable as Mount Tai, he sighed helplessly in his heart.


    He knew that in terms of talent, he would not be able to compare with Tang Hao.


    But in a twinkling of the an eye, it seems that in addition to his origin, he doesn''t seem to have any strengths to compare with the Tang Hao.


    Cheng Chuliang also has a taste in his heart.


    Compared with Fang Yiai, Cheng Chuliang envies not only Tang Hao''s poetic talent, but his military strategy.


    This young man, who seems to be a year or two younger than himself, can now be brothers with his eldest brother Chumo.


    After the northern expedition, my brother returned home. Most of his words were praises to Tang Hao, almost praising Tang Hao to heaven.


    According to Cheng Chuliang''s understanding of his brother, he is always quiet and steady, and seldom praises anyone in front of others. After all, he is one of the few young talents with excellent martial arts in Chang''an city.


    The reason why my brother praised Tang Hao must be that he was impressed and admired.


    How many of the younger generation in Chang''an city are capable people? Do you respect your brother so much?


    Seeing Tang Hao''s five steps into a poem and making such a good article, I was shocked at the moment, and I had no doubt about my brother''s admiration for Tang Hao.


    "Good! Good poetry! It''s really an eye opener for me."


    Finally someone came back and spoke highly of it.


    "Five steps into a poem, talent is no less than Cao Zijian, really good!"


    "Tang Xianzi is worthy of being a great talent in Chang''an!"


    The previous disdain and doubts dissipated in exchange for full applause.


    On the third floor, a Book apartment looked at Meng Yuqi and joked.


    "Sister Yuqi, I think you must keep Tang Xianzi today. If not, other sisters will envy Tang Xianzi''s poetic talent and compete with you later."


    Hearing the speech, other books and fables also smiled and looked at Hua Kui Meng Yuqi with that kind of playful eyes.


    Hearing the teasing of the sisters, Meng Yuqi smiled and said nothing. He filled a glass of wine, picked it up with both hands and handed it to Tang Hao.


    Tang Hao did not refuse. He took the wine from Meng Yuqi, smiled and drank it in one gulp.


    The woman in front of him was beautiful, exquisite, talented and had a secret feeling for herself, but he and the woman could not be married.


    Although the woman kept herself clean, she couldn''t touch the mark of the brothel after all.


    Tang Hao can even redeem the woman, or buy her a house and find some servants.


    In this age of three wives and four concubines, maybe Tang Hao will keep her outside the house as an outside room, that''s all.


    As for those stories about talented people and beautiful women, most of them start with brothels, but they are only good stories after all.


    Since ancient times, how many talented and powerful people will marry a brothel woman?


    Just then, a strange voice broke the third floor of the laughter.


    "Ouch! I''m the son of a powerful aristocratic family. I''m here to entertain relatives and distinguished guests. It turns out that I''m the redundant son-in-law of the Duke of Wei."


    Hearing the sarcastic voice, the people who had praised the poetry were silent.


    Tang Hao frowned and walked away.


    At the entrance of the stairs on the third floor, a man dressed luxuriantly, with a sneer on his face, stared at himself.


    Tang Hao knows this man.


    It was Yin SA.