Wenyuntang is not far away and will arrive in a short while.
The closer we got, the more people came and went, most of them were servants. The master had no time to pay attention to them in the hall, so they wandered around. The weather was very cold, and they were shivering like chickens, looking a little pitiful.
, servants have no human rights.
There are also some young people running around all over the place. They should be students in the academy, here to help with odd jobs and get to know the talented people in Chang'an.
When a group of people came to them, people moved out of their way, guessing who was coming again.
Wenyuntang is a two-story building that occupies a large area. It is divided into inside and outside. There is an incense table in front of the door. The gathering is usually for worshiping literary saints. The smoke is lingering, making it look like a temple.
Dr. Zhao led Li Po forward and offered incense to the saint in a grand manner.
Li Po raised his head and looked at the plaque of Wenyuntang. Yan Shigu's handwriting lacked some masculinity and was not as good as his own handwriting. Well, he was quite confident...
With a wave of his hand, he asked a few Qianniu to stay outside, and took Ashina Rongzhen into the Wenyuntang Hall.
Dr. Zhao deliberately wanted him to leave Ashina Rongzhen outside. It is not allowed to bring women to literary gatherings. Many celebrities cannot write decent articles without wine and women.
But after all, this is Chang'an Academy, and no one dares to bring wives, concubines, or prostitutes to play here. So far, he has met only one like this.
But when he saw Li Po's unbridled appearance, he immediately calmed down and acted as a guide from the front, praying that the people inside would not provoke this person.
There were two people waiting there in the outer hall, and there was a table in front of them with all the writing and ink on it.
Dr. Zhao stepped forward to introduce them. Both of them were professors at the academy and were similar in age to Li Po. Dr. Zhao said a few words and looked back at Li Po.
Li Po just crossed his fists and said, "Nice to meet you."
The two people were stunned, and they didn't even say their names, which was inappropriate for the etiquette, but they were not angry because they also saw Ashina Rongzhen next to Li Po.
If a woman from the Western Region comes with her, she must be rich or noble. It's not a big deal if she's a little rude. What's even more annoying is that this guy didn't come by invitation.
Generally speaking, a gathering of literati is a very private matter, and most of them do not do it with any fanfare. The literati meet their friends, or are invited to discuss knowledge and write poems, with a vague sense of comparison.
But there will be no distinction between superior and inferior.
Otherwise, everyone will be tit-for-tat, and it will be easy to become enemies, and lose the original intention of the Wenwen Association. Of course, if someone deliberately causes harm, or wants to make a name for himself, that is another matter.
In fact, at today's literary meeting, the academy invited some well-known scholars from Chang'an in the name of Li Shousu, in order to establish the academy's position in the literary world of Chang'an.
After all, when recruiting students this year, the situation was not good...
Therefore, outsiders are not allowed to participate in today's literary conference, otherwise Dr. Zhao would not have brought them here.
At this time, Li Po took a step forward and wanted to go inside. He couldn't stand the cold anymore and wanted to go inside to warm up. He was still muttering in his heart that he had been living in a pampered place for a long time, and his physical condition had indeed declined significantly.
Take a look at those thousand cattle, who are so full of energy that they don't notice the coldness in their eyes. You really want to drive them north to experience the wind and snow on the grassland.
Seeing that he was about to leave, the two professors knocked on the desk awkwardly, thinking to themselves where did this stupid young man come from? Why didn't he understand any rules?
One of them forced a smile and said: "Please leave a poem. Today's theme is winter snow. We and I will review it and you can only enter after reviewing it."
Afraid that he would not understand and cause trouble, he paused and added, "This is a poem at the end of the ceremony. Everyone attending the meeting must leave a mark of calligraphy. The best ones can be famous both inside and outside."
Dr. Zhao almost covered his eyes, seeing that this person didn't look like a vulgar person, so why...he had to know this, so he wouldn't let this person come over.
Li Po was stunned for a moment, and thought to himself, aren't only those high-end brothels doing this? We've heard about the poems before the wedding, the stage poems, how come the literary skills are so colorful, no wonder some people put literati and prostitutes in the same place.
Ridiculing in one place.
At this time, he regretted not bringing Yan Shigu, Wei Zheng and others. He really didn't have enough ink in his stomach to compose poems.
Of course, this does not trouble him. He himself cannot recite poems and compose poems, but others can.
He turned back to the desk, picked up his pen, pondered for a moment, and then wrote, "Although a good year is auspicious, so what happens in a good year. There are poor people in Chang'an, so it is not advisable to have too much auspiciousness."
The two professors chanted it in a low voice and looked at each other. The meaning of the poem was simple and inferior, and it was about snow. There was not a single word for snow in the poem, but every sentence was in the title, middle to upper level.
The compassion and compassion in the poem are so obvious that it immediately gives this simple poem a new look and becomes a first-class masterpiece. Unfortunately, the words are a bit ugly...
The two of them nodded, and one of them clasped his fists and said, "My dear fellow, you are kind-hearted, and we are not as good as me. Please come in to meet us. It's just that you came a little late... Please forgive me if there is any inconvenience in the reception."
Li Po happily returned the gift, feeling a little proud. He hadn't taken out Qin Yuanchun yet, otherwise your jaws would be shocked, but he asked: "It's too late, is it over?"
"That's not true. It's just that the quality has been determined and I can no longer display my talents. My dear, I'm very talented... It's a pity."
Li Po was very amused to see the regretful look on his face. His interest, which had been dampened by those idiots, finally recovered. He felt that this guy had good vision and would definitely achieve something in the future.
Taking Ashina Rongzhen with him, Li Po entered the inner hall with ease.
Seeing that he was in a better mood, Ashnarong became happy and laughed softly: "What if they don't let us in?"
Li Po chuckled, "Don't worry, there aren't many people who can shut us out now. Just follow me and don't say anything for a while. These people have a lot of rules. If they talk to you, don't beat them to death."
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Ashina Rong couldn't help but smile, "I'm not Li Chun. As long as my husband is not annoyed, I won't bother to pay attention to them."
Dr. Zhao also followed in. He could vaguely hear their conversation, and couldn't help but frown, wondering if he should go inside first to give a warning or something.
These two men and women are so lawless that they actually want to use force here?
Entering the inner hall, it suddenly dawned on me that the place inside was not small and there were many people. After a quick look, I saw that there were twenty or thirty people there, and they were indeed very young, and the older ones were not even thirty.
The hall was very quiet.
People were talking in low voices. There were some desks in the hall, with papers and pens on them. There was a faint fragrance of ink in the air. For those who are not used to it, it must be so sour to smell it.
People gathered together in twos and threes, some were drinking tea and talking, while others were wandering around.
The walls are already covered with calligraphy and paintings, with rich ink marks. They are obviously new works, and most people are there to watch and comment on them.
Li Po looked around and saw that everything was new. He felt that along the way, he had never been so close to the literati of the world. He had never seen the wide robes and big sleeves in his fantasy, the sages wandering in the forest, but today he finally saw a gathering of literati.
appearance.
Dr. Zhao followed them closely, fearing that the two men would make an attack, and he didn't even think about whether he could stop them with his body.
Li Po was more satisfied when he saw that everyone was very leisurely and no one came up to ask anything. Even some people were surprised when they saw that he had brought a woman in. More and more people were peeking at him, and he was not afraid of blinding them.
dog eyes.
So he took Ashenarong Zhenya around. His literary skills were a bit poor, but his vision was no longer what it used to be. He had been in a high position over the years and had seen all kinds of handwriting. Unconsciously, his vision improved.
, there are still some paintings here, but he can't appreciate them.
Artistic cultivation is something that needs to be accumulated over time. He did not have this ambition, so his progress was slow.
As he was turning, he suddenly saw a bald man. He couldn't help but take a second look and asked, "Why is there still a monk here?"
Dr. Zhao quickly explained, "That is Shangguan Yi, a literary monk in Yang Shangshu's mansion. He is the son of Shangguan Hong, the eunuch of Jiangdu Palace. His father, Shangguan Hong, died in the Jiangdu Rebellion. He was rescued by the monk, and later he went to Jiangling with the monk.
A few days later, he came to Chang'an with the Liang people.
Yang Shangshu had an old relationship with his father, so he became a disciple of Yang Shangshu and was regarded as a guest in the Yang Mansion."
Li Po said "oh" and lost interest. He had never liked monks. Every time his wife paid homage to Buddha, he would be reminded of the plump porridge-giving monk outside the Mayi refugee camp.
He just muttered in his heart, Monk Wen, that's an interesting statement. It seems that this monk is going to return to secular life.
The monks who came to participate in the cultural gathering naturally had not forgotten their worldly aspirations and had no connection with the officialdom. It was only a matter of time before they returned to secular life. Even though the monks were really young, they looked about twenty years old.
When we came to a painting, there were quite a few people here. When they saw him coming, they immediately dispersed, mainly because Ashnarong was so conspicuous.
Li Po didn't take it seriously and said with a smile: "You know a lot about the people here. Who painted this painting? It looks good."
As he spoke, he took a closer look at the signature, "Yan Lide? Cao Cao, a scholar in the Prince of Qin's palace, joined the army?"
Dr. Zhao's mouth suddenly twitched, could you please stop mentioning Prince Qin's Mansion... Li Shimin, who keeps his mouth shut, you are not afraid of bringing trouble to the family.
There is no way, as the emperor, even if the young people here are talented, they can't get in front of him. The ones he remembers are the people around him such as the Prince of Qin's Palace, Prince Li Jiancheng and so on.
The main reason was that he felt that Li Shimin had a good vision, and the people Li Shimin could use had their own talents, which saved him a lot of trouble, so he memorized a lot of people's names.
Dr. Zhao coughed twice and then said: "It seems so...it's just that Yan Shangyu is currently serving as the emperor, and his brother Yan Liben is both engaged in painting. Even though he is young, he is already like everyone else."
Li Po muttered, "Yan Liben... is it straight from the treasury of the King of Qin?"
Dr. Zhao closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He really wanted to turn around and leave... This guy is really familiar with Prince Qin's Mansion. He couldn't be from the Li family in Longxi, right?
At this time, someone suddenly spoke next to him, "As the saying goes, don't judge people behind their backs. Brother Zhao is so unkind. He actually said bad things about our brothers behind people's backs."