Tang Shuhu was still leaning against the soft body of the green robe. After hearing Han Mo say this, he immediately sat up and raised his hand and said, "Since Brother Han has inspired him, why not present a song to you?"

Han Mo smiled slightly and said, "I have never had the habit of performing arts. It's just that the uncle is warmly entertaining today. Han Mo is grateful for the uncle's kindness, but he is willing to speak nonsense and help the marquis and uncle drink!"

When the uncle heard this, he smiled and said, "Okay. I only know that General Han is very skilled in martial arts, but unexpectedly he is a versatile talent in civil and military affairs. I really have to learn it today!"

Han Mo smiled and said, "It's just that Han Mo has never liked to recite poems and lyrics. He occasionally has experience, but he is willing to write it down. He also asked the marquis to give him a gift of ink!"

"Get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone!" the uncle immediately ordered.

After a while, a maid brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on a jade plate. A servant brought a small case behind him, which placed it before the Han Mo case, and placed it on it.

Han Mo smiled at the maid beside him and said, "Girl helps me polish the ink!"

The maid hurried forward to polish ink for Han Mo.

Under the gaze of everyone, Han Mo stepped forward to the small desk, sat cross-legged, picked up the wolf pen, closed his eyes, and thought about the stored poems in his mind.

There are quite a lot of Tang poetry and Song lyrics in his mind, but since he wants to suppress the arrogance of the people of Qing, he naturally has to choose an eternal noun that is shocking to everyone.

The hall was surprisingly quiet for a moment, and all eyes were focused on Han Mo.

In fact, almost no one really believes that Han Mo can write the so-called good noun. If this young man really has the talent that shocks everyone, he will definitely be revealed in Yan State, and his talent and reputation will definitely be famous in Yan State.

These famous scholars present were all famous poets in Qing Kingdom, and they can even be said to be the mainstream of literati today. Anyone with talented people will naturally hear about it.

Although there are many people in the field who have heard of Han Mo's reputation before, they are nothing more than Han Mo's bravery, no one has ever heard of Han Mo's talent. If such an unknown person in the literary world can make a wonderful work at once, it would be a damn thing.

Many people are ready for criticism, and some even whisper in a low voice, discussing to insult this young man who is ignorant of the world by borrowing the poems made by Han Mo.

Cao Yin also stared at Han Mo with some curiosity, but he had never heard Han Mo recite poems and lyrics. He was really a little suspicious of Han Mo's talent.

But when Han Mo suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at the girl who was grinding the ink beside him. At this time, the girl had already grinded the ink and was kneeling respectfully beside him. Her watery eyes were also looking at Han Mo with a little curiosity. However, the girl was thinking in her heart: "Dare you dare to write poetry in front of Mr. Tang, is this adult really talented?"

Han Mo dipped his pen in ink, then he did not hesitate and wrote to write.

Song Shiqing was right next to Han Mo. He had never heard of Han Mo's talent. Today, Han Mo wrote lyrics. The Minister of Rites was really a little surprised, for fear that Han Mo would come forward and make a big joke. Then the face he had just recovered would be lost here.

After all, all the people who are well-educated, and the current talented man Tang Shuhu is present. If he cannot produce a compelling masterpiece, the people of Qing will inevitably sarcastically.

He couldn't help but get up and approached Han Mo.

At this time, everyone was waiting for Han Mo to write the lyrics, showing malicious smiles, celebrating each other with wine and drinking. Some people even saw Tang Shuhu holding Lu Nishang in her arms and were very intimate, and moved, reaching out to take advantage of the maid beside her.

He heard Song Shiqing cry out loudly: "Okay!"

Everyone was shocked by Song Shiqing's "good" sound. They raised their eyes and saw Song Shiqing standing beside Han Mo, staring at the manuscript of the poem on the table, applauding.

Suddenly someone showed disdain and said in his heart: "Our people applaud their own people, the people of Yan are indeed very thick-skinned!"

Han Mo finally wrote the last stroke, and then he gently placed the wolf's hair next to the inkstone.

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"Mr. Song, please recite this poem for a moment!" Han Mo said with a smile.

Song Shiqing hurriedly picked up the scroll with the new lyrics carefully, and his face showed an extremely confident expression. He coughed and glanced at everyone, and then he said with emotion: "When will the bright moon come? I asked the blue sky with wine, I don't know what year it is tonight? I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that the jade building and jade palace are too cold at the height. I dance and play with the clear shadows, how can I be in the world...!"

He is the Minister of Rites, and it is common to read and recite rituals. Although he may not be able to write good lyrics, he recites poems with great simplicity. The yin and yang are upset, which expresses the meaning of this poem to the fullest.

Before I finished reading the first half of the verse, there was no sound in the field.

After all, it is Qingguo, which is full of literary style. Most of the people present have strong literary skills. As long as the first half of the poem enters his ears, everyone can already feel the ethereality, grandness and distantness in the artistic conception of this poem.

Whenever you write lyrics with scenery, you should try not to bring the scenery you wrote in the poem. This is a good writing style, just like writing about flowers that do not appear, and chanting the moon but not seeing the moon. Only in this way can you understand its artistic conception invisibly. The literary world of Qingguo generally follows this set of literary rules, so when the first sentence comes out, everyone is still ready to laugh in their hearts, but the subsequent few sentences follow it up in succession, which shocks everyone.

Although the first sentence directly points out the word "bright moon" and violates the "hidden object" practice in the literary world, this sentence starts with a question, and the subsequent sentence "Ask the blue sky with wine" has already introduced the previous sentence into a new artistic conception.

Then the poems in the palace in the sky were sublimated. After that, the sentences "I want to go back with the wind..." directly showed an ethereal atmosphere of soaring in the sky without any mortal worldly atmosphere, elegant and unrestrained. In just a few sentences, a picture of the heavenly palace that is refreshing, beautiful and light.

It is really rare to find such a few strokes that can create a grand and ethereal artistic conception while outlining the picture. If the poems have not reached the ultimate level, such a work would never be possible.

Just this poem in the first stanza is still full of talent and shows the greatness of the people.

Tang Shuhu was still playing with the white and tender little hands of Green Nichang. When he heard the refreshing and pleasant upper half of the poem, he couldn't help but raise his head and look at Han Mo, with a look of surprise on his face.

Song Shiqing paused, deliberately coughed twice, and continued to chant in his yin and yang sound, "Turn the red pavilion, lower the beautiful house, shining without sleep. There should be no hatred, why should we be far away from each other? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing... This matter is difficult to be complete in ancient times... I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon together thousands of miles away!"

Tang Shuhu turned around without saying a word, walked to his seat, picked up the golden cup full of wine, walked to the scholar, without saying nonsense, a glass of wine was poured on the man's face, and cursed: "You are jealous of the virtuous and jealous of the virtuous, and you should punish him!"

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