Han Mo watched the man with horoscope come in from outside the hall, watched him sit down in the table as if no one was around, and looked at a woman who was obviously from Fengchen next to him, and was immediately curious about the identity of this man...

As if there was no one around the uncle's mansion, he also brought a brothel fan into the mansion. Could it be that the man was the uncle Lu Shangxin of the little king?

Without thinking too much, he saw the uncle bowing to the man and smiled and said, "Mr. Tang has finally arrived!" He turned to Changde and said, "Mr. Marquis, this is my number one talented man in Daqing!"

The Changde Hou Cao Yin, Han Mo and even Song Shiqing showed a hint of surprise at this time.

There seems to be no one in the world who doesn’t know about Tang Shuhu’s reputation.

Before coming to Qing Kingdom, Han Mo knew that the greatest reputation of the people of Qing Kingdom was this great talented man in Tang Dynasty. His collection of poems was also very popular in Qing Kingdom, but also in Yan Kingdom. Those books of books must be sold out whenever Tang Shuhu's collection of poems were sold out.

Tang Shuhu is known as the four masterpieces of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Each of his paintings is priceless. Countless officials, nobles, merchants and wealthy businessmen. If a few paintings of Tang Shuhu were hung at home, it would seem that his identity would be more noble and more connotated.

Although the Wei and Yan countries are not as literary as the Qing Kingdom, they are always not only conscious of swords and weapons, and the art of beings and elegance in their bones is inevitable.

Tang Shuhu is famous, and it is rumored that this romantic and talented man is elegant and merciful everywhere. He is not only extremely good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also a master among the flowers. Although he has this flower name, this famous talent is still the dream lover of every beautiful girl. I wonder how many lonely ladies in the boudoir hold his collection of poems in the late night, with flour and pink, tighten his legs, and fantasizing beautifully.

In fact, Han Mo has always been very curious about this famous and talented man. It is naturally not simple to be known as the four masters of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Even if it is exaggerated, he must still be very talented.

But I didn't expect that when I first arrived in Qingguo, I could see this great talented man in Tang at the reception banquet. I didn't expect that this great talented man in Tang actually took a woman to the banquet, and his unrestrained journey was completely open to the public.

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When Han Mo heard Tang Shuhu say that Zhuge scolded Wang Lang to death, he couldn't help but smile and said, "If Mr. Tang thinks that Lord Qian is Zhuge, then Han must not be Wang Lang!"

Tang Shuhu laughed and said, "Brother Han, don't misunderstand me. What I mean is that I just say that my literary talent can still kill people, but it is not that Lord Qian has the ability to kill Brother Han!"

This great talented man in Tang was really familiar with him. Without saying a few words, he started to call him brother.

Cao Yin finally said: "Mr. Tang said it is right. No matter what cultural relics, there are reasons for establishing the world. Both are indispensable. If you go to extremes, it is not a good thing to value literature and martial arts." Looking at Qian Zhongcheng who was facing his throat by Han Mo holding a knife, he said: "Just like this Lord Qian, if he had not read too many books, he would not have been so eloquent and dared to make trouble in public!"

Qian Zhongcheng's throat was always facing the blade, and he didn't dare to move. In front of everyone, he suffered such a great humiliation. Qian Zhongcheng was both complaining and angry, but more of it was horrified.

Tang Shuhu laughed and said, "Reading is for wise reason, and is used to show off his verbal ability. He ridicule is at a disadvantage, and even the barbarians in the market are not as good as those in the market!"

When the people of Qing heard this, they were a little angry and said to themselves: "Which country are you from? Why do you talk to the people of Yan instead!"

"It's just that Brother Han always draws his sword, that's a bit rude!" Tang Shuhu's big hand was still rubbing Lu Nishang's butt, looking at the uncle, and smiled: "Uncle Guo, Shuhu can hear clearly what happened today outside the door. Although this General Han was a little rude, Qian Zhongcheng also lost the face of a scholar. Shuhu suggested that he apologize to the Marquis and Lord Song, Qian Zhongcheng was indispensable, but General Han also wanted to apologize to the uncle. Isn't it beautiful for everyone to turn swords into jade and silk?"

The uncle pondered for a moment and finally said to Qian Zhongcheng: "Mr. Qian, you are not meant to say anything after drinking. Although you are not intentional, you are indeed rude. Why don't you apologize to the Marquis and Lord Song?"

Qian Zhongcheng was now in charge, and the uncle spoke again, how dare he support him, and said loudly: "Marty, Song... Lord Song, I am wronged after drinking, you... don't blame me!"

Han Mo also knew the principle of stopping when he was good. In any case, this was ultimately on the territory of the Qing people. The ability to make Qian Zhongcheng apologize in public was already a warning to the Qing people.

He took back the knife, smiled coldly, and said lightly: "Mr. Qian, take care of his mouth in the future. The next time he will not be able to take back the knife!" He turned around and bowed to the uncle, "Uncle, Han Mo was forced to take action. It was so offensive and rude!"

The uncle laughed and said, "It's just a misunderstanding, no wonder General Han. However, General Han drew his sword and made me deeply admire him!" He picked up the wine glass and raised it and said, "General Han, I'll give you a glass!"

Han Mo returned to his seat, put down his sword, picked up the wine glass, and raised it up, and drank it all with his uncle.

Tang Shuhu was already smiling and said, "Brother Han, I just heard you say that you, Yan people can pick up poetry and lyrics with lyrics, but I don't know if it's true or false?"

Everyone immediately put away their minds and knew that Tang Shuhu was going to fight Han Mo on the same poem.

Tang Shuhu was the number one talented man in Daqing. He was the so-called literati. Tang Shuhu's literary talent was everywhere. In addition, he was too lazy and quite ostentatious, and he often acted crazy. In this upper-level circle of Qing Kingdom, his interpersonal relationships were not good.

There are many people who are ridiculed by Tang Shuhu, so many people actually have some disgust towards him.

However, Tang Shuhu has a very high prestige in the entire Qing Kingdom. The middle and lower-level literati regard it as idols. Even in the palace, some people admire Tang Shuhu's literary talent and support Tang Shuhu behind it. Because of this, although many people are jealous, no one dares to really offend this unrestrained crazy son.

But today, everyone has a deeper disgust towards Han Mo and knows that Tang Shuhu is very serious about the way of poetry. If he meets this master, he must compete with him.

Although Tang Shuhu is not popular, these people still admire Tang Shuhu's talent and knowledge. They all want to see Tang Shuhu suppress Han Mo with the way of poetry today in front of everyone, so as to find the face that Qian Zhongcheng left behind.

Han Mo had already returned to his seat, smiled faintly, and said, "Mr. Tang is the number one talented man in Daqing. He naturally understands that the way of poetry is originally produced from the heart. If the spirit comes, he will naturally be able to get a masterpiece of wonderful sentences. If there is no inspiration, even if he holds it in a few days, he may not be able to get a masterpiece of wonderful sentences! Therefore, what Han Mo said is to pick it up at will when the spirit comes, he can get a masterpiece of wonderful sentences at will."

When everyone heard this, they thought Han Mo was clever and sophistry. When they saw Tang Shuhu coming, they retreated. They sneered for a moment, and sighed with contempt in the hall one after another.

Tang Shuhu lu Nishang hugged her in her arms and laughed: "What Brother Han said is extremely true. A masterpiece of wonderful sentences cannot be obtained with your heart. It must be the right time, and you can only get it by chance if you have the situation, and you have some insights!" The green Nishang's body was tightly attached to Tang Shuhu's arms. This time, he finally raised his head and looked at Han Mo opposite him.

Han Mo smiled faintly, but no answer.

But Tang Shuhu continued to laugh and said, "But Brother Han should also know that if he is not well-versed in the past and present, he has no inspiration, but he is still speechless. Although the limerick poems in the market are interesting, it is difficult to make it. If Brother Han said that the Yan State can easily pick up those limerick poems that are not elegant at all, Shuhu is not very interested!"

Han Mo heard his words quite arrogant and did not smile lightly, "Han Mo had heard about Mr. Tang's masterpiece when he was in Yan State. It is undeniable that one or two of Mr. Tang's poems are OK, but most of the poems are nothing but whining without any reason!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the seat was shocked.

It should be noted that some people may not like Tang Shuhu's character, but his talent is recognized by the whole country. The paintings he has come from are priceless. If he writes a poem on the painting, his value will double.

I don’t like Tang Shuhu’s behavior, and I have so many people who ask for poetry and painting in private.

Tang Shuhu's poems are famous all over the world. Whoever mentions them will give you a thumbs up, and can only admit that this young man is arrogant and unrestrained in the way of poetry is indeed a talent that is beyond the reach of the world.

At this time, Han Mo claimed that most of Tang Shuhu's poems were of no excellence, but just whining without any illness. How could this mean that everyone was not surprised? Even the uncle and the minister of the Ministry of Rites of Yan changed color slightly.

Song Shiqing looked at Han Mo and blinked, thinking that Han Mo should not challenge Tang Shuhu on the poem, so as not to be insulted by the other party in the end.

Changde Hou Cao Yin was stunned at first, but then looked at Han Mo with interest. He knew Han Mo's temperament. If he had no backup, he would never speak like this.

However, Han Mo's words were so crazy that he annoyed the famous scholars in the field again.

These famous scholars are also amazing figures in the Qingguo literary world, leading the trend of the Qingguo literary world. They also admire Tang Shuhu's talent in their hearts. This is Han Mo's shameless words. In their opinion, it is not only a ridicule of Tang Shuhu, but also a despise of the entire Qingguo literary world.

At this moment, a famous man over 50 years old rose up, and the folding fan in his hand snatched a "wow" sound, staring at Han Mo and sneered: "Mr. Han is so arrogant, I must be a talented person. So I want to ask for advice, what famous works of Deputy Envoy Han have passed down from generation to generation?"

Han Mo waved his hand and smiled, "Sir, don't make a big deal. A masterpiece of famous sayings from the past? The so-called "transmitting" must at least be prosperous and unspoken after decades, right? It spread throughout the world within three to five years, but it is nothing more than a reputation, but it cannot be called "the world". I think no one of you here can pass on the poems of thirty or fifty years, right? Since this is the case, don't yell at the so-called "transmitting" famous works, it is nothing more than a temporary name!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone showed indignation.

The famous 50-year-old man twitched his eyes and said coldly: "As you said, do you have a masterpiece of a name for a while? Here I speak loudly, Deputy Envoy Han, although you are a guest of my country of Qing, you must also know how to advance and retreat. Don't be arrogant and humiliate yourself!"

Tang Shuhu looked at Han Mo with interest, picked a purple grape from the table, and gently put it into Lu Nishang's mouth. He watched Lu Nishang bite gently, and the juice overflowed from the red lips. Then he laughed and stared at Han Mo and said, "But I don't know if Brother Han is inspired now? Can you make a wonderful work that was passed down for a while?"

Han Mo smiled faintly and said, "A coincidence, I am now inspired!"
Chapter completed!