Li Wanqing sat there with beautiful eyes staring at Tang Hao.


    An indescribably complex look appeared on the beautiful cheek. There was no sense of joy in the martial arts field. In the face of a husband who had a grudge against the Li family, he didn''t know how to face it.


    I was going to go forward and praise in front of the crowd. But after all, I don''t know whether my husband is finished or not, and whether he still has resentment against Li''s house.


    Hesitating again and again, Li Wanqing sighed in her heart and lowered her head silently.


    Li Chengqian came forward with a happy face, looked at Tang Hao and said.


    "The characters'' Bi ''and'' hang ''are very exquisite. They write beauty with the pen of writing beauty, showing a graceful posture, moving, vivid and full of youth."


    "The last two sentences are ingenious, which bring the spring breeze to life and express everything incisively and vividly, novel and interesting."


    "This poem is a masterpiece. Has it been read by future generations?"


    After listening to Prince Li Chengqian''s evaluation, everyone nodded one after another.


    "Don''t say it''s preached in the Tang Dynasty. Even if it''s preached through the ages, it''s not too much."


    "It''s really shocking. Such talent is really beyond imagination."


    "I''m afraid it''s a poetic fairy coming down to earth. We can''t catch up with it!"


    The woman in White said with emotion on her face.


    "It seems that the Tang Xianzi can''t be invited to the future poetry fair. Otherwise, the limelight will be robbed by the Tang Xianzi, and the poetry Fair will be really boring."


    As soon as the voice fell, the others echoed noisily.


    This is not above a level at all.


    Since Tang Hao first wrote poems in Yu''s residence, up to now, every poem has been well-known and has been read by Chang''an literati.


    Every poem can be called a famous sentence handed down from generation to generation.


    Now this poem, whether in terms of poetry or artistic conception, is like an insurmountable peak. Not to mention the younger generation of the Tang Dynasty, even the older generation of those literary and ink families, may not be able to make such a poem all their life.


    At this time, Tang Hao''s identity as the first talent in Chang''an was completely settled.


    If Li Hui is not satisfied, he must make the same famous work.


    But how can this poem be made when it is stimulated?


    Li Hui sat there, silent, his face bright and dark.


    In his heart, he was very ashamed and angry. Tang Hao, who had been specially invited, wanted to show it in front of the public and his admirers. Unexpectedly, it was counterproductive.


    Li Hui only hated and hated himself for leaving the poetry meeting immediately. He couldn''t hear the praise in his ear.


    However, as the son of the Duke and the prince, Li Hui has his own cultivation and bearing.


    If he leaves angrily because of a poetry competition, it is not his man.


    What''s more, the good play may have just begun.


    Li Hui looked at Tang Hao again and had to look at the Li family''s redundant son-in-law with a new look.


    At this moment, a dignified voice broke through the noise of the poetry meeting.


    "It seems that brother is very optimistic about tangxianzi."


    While talking, a young childe, dressed in royal clothes and wearing a gold crown and Diao inlaid with gemstones, strode forward with dignified appearance.


    Tang Hao looked at the man''s momentum and his gorgeous clothes. His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled and his heart was full of emotion.


    "I don''t know which Prince it is."


    Seeing this, the talented men and women hurriedly arched their hands.


    "I''ve seen your Highness the king of Wu."


    Tang Hao also arched his hands according to the appearance of the people.


    King Wu! Li Ke!


    Tang Hai was surprised that the king of Wu would come to the poetry fair.


    Li Ke, the third son of the king of Tang Dynasty, and Li Tai, the king of Wei, are regarded as the most capable of many princes.


    As far as birth is concerned, Li Ke''s biological mother is the beloved daughter of emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty, which is the orthodox royal blood.


    Because of this, the blood of Li Ke, king of Wu, is regarded as a noble blood among the princes.


    Although Li Ke didn''t leave directly, he was favored by the king of Tang.


    In history, the king of the Tang Dynasty once had the idea of making Li Ke prince, but he was strongly opposed by his eldest sun Wuji and finally had to give up.


    Now the two are looking at each other at the venue of the poetry meeting.


    Li Chengqian slowly put away his smile and said.


    "Third brother, I''m optimistic about the poetic talent of Childe Tang. Do you have another opinion on this poem?"


    Hearing the speech, Li Ke didn''t reply, so he looked at Li Chengqian.


    For a time, the atmosphere on the field became strange, quiet and without any noise.


    A moment later, Li Ke laughed and said.


    "Of course, Tang Xianzi''s poem can be called a masterpiece, but such a great poetry meeting will make this famous talent feel a little elated."


    After that, Li Ke turned slowly, facing Tang Hao and said slowly.


    "I''ve heard that Tang Xianzi is brilliant in poetry and prose. Today, he is really extraordinary."


    Tang Hao looked at Li Ke with a smile on his face and arched his hands slightly.


    "His Highness the king of Wu praised me."


    Li Ke slowly took two steps towards Tang Hao. With a smile, his eyes flashed and said meaningfully.


    "Tang Xianzi not only has high attainments in poetry and prose, but also has heard that he has become popular in Dali temple. He is really a model for the younger generation."