Datang: My apprentice is Princess Changle

Chapter 45 A Big Gamble

Chapter 45 A Big Gamble

"If Qin Guogong wins, 80.00% of our eldest grandson's fields, minerals, shops, etc. will be given to you! There are less than 2000 million taels of silver in cash, and I will naturally give you as agreed!"

Qin Yang said with a smile: "Since that's the case, it's great! How about a competition? Young Master Changsun, just open your mouth!"

The eldest grandson raised his eyebrows with joy and high spirits, raised his eyebrows, and said proudly: "We don't compete with some more difficult ones, we just choose the easy ones, lest you say that I am bullying you!"

"Let's compare calligraphy, make a poem, and compete! The emperor, empress, and other ministers appreciate it. Whoever is superior and who is inferior will know the winner!"

When everyone heard this, they immediately talked about it.Changsun Chong's calligraphy and poems and songs can be ranked among the top three among the youths in Chang'an City, and everyone has seen it.

Although everyone knows about Qin Yang's portrait of Changle, and it is also said that he wrote a poem at the same time, but Changle is the majestic eldest princess of the Tang Dynasty, how could she easily give her private paintings and poems to these unscrupulous people? Relevant outsiders see?

Therefore, this matter has always been a legend.

Everyone didn't know what Qin Yang's calligraphy and poetry abilities were, but they just felt that Qin Yang lost [-]% of the time in this competition.

When Changsun Wuji heard his son's choice, he couldn't help but stroked his beard with a smile.

Qin Yang curled his lips in disapproval. The bet was so big, but the game was so childish, it felt a bit top-heavy.This also shows that Changsun Chong treats him with unusual contempt.

Li Shimin immediately ordered someone to bring Qin Yang and Changsun Chong a pair of pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

Chang Sun Chong took the brush and a piece of rice paper, thinking about it excitedly.In just half a cup of tea, Chang Sun Chong wrote a poem with a pen, and the smile on his face grew stronger.

Everyone turned their heads to look at Qin Yang, only to see that he was staring into the distance in a daze.The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were placed in front of him, without moving a single word.

All the officials whispered, thinking that he could not write any poems.

Everyone didn't know, what Qin Yang was thinking was, which poem should he copy?There are too many poems read by later generations.

At this time, Changsun Chong suddenly stood up, holding the poem, and presented it in front of Li Shimin and Empress Changsun.

"Xiaomin has finished, please take a look at the emperor and empress!"

Fang Xuanling, Li Jing and others were discussing a lot.

"Eldest Sun Chong is so fast, is he finished?"

Li Shimin took the poem, glanced at it, and immediately shouted: "Good poem! Good poem!"

Empress Changsun at the side glanced at the rice paper and couldn't help but nodded slightly.

Everyone looked at Qin Yang again, their eyes full of doubts.

Chang Sun Chong also sneered and said, "Qin Yang, if you can't do it, you should quickly admit defeat..."

Qin Yang snorted at him: "What are you proud of? My young master is now composing poems, which are ten thousand times better than yours..."

He ignored Chang Sun Chong, lowered his head and picked up the pen, wrote a poem, and then threw the pen aside: "It's finished!"

Seeing his perfunctory attitude, everyone couldn't help feeling cold: "Duke Qin is not good at poetry and calligraphy, is he?"

Qin Yang ordered an eunuch to present his poem to Li Shimin.

At this time, Li Shimin ordered people to pass on Chang Sun Chong's poems to everyone: "Everyone, dear friends, take a look and comment on it. Look at Qin Yang and Chang Sun Chong, which one is better in calligraphy and poetry!"

Li Shimin took a look at Qin Yang's poem and was shocked. He looked at him and said, "Qin Yang, this poem... was really created by you..."

His voice trembled uncontrollably.

Qin Yang said calmly: "Yes. Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

Li Shimin just muttered, looked at him meaningfully, but didn't say anything.

Empress Changsun moved her head curiously, and was immediately shocked.I couldn't help but recite it.

"Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning; don't you see the mirror in the high hall with sad and white hair, like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening..."

Empress Changsun only read these two sentences, and her body was shaken.

Like Li Shimin, she looked at Qin Yang with an ever-changing expression in her eyes.Cherish, admire...all kinds of expressions.

Fang Xuanling and the others didn't know why Li Shimin had changed so much, they took Chang Sun Chong's poem and were full of admiration.

"The poem by Young Master Changsun is simply a swan song through the ages!"

"That's right! Young Master Changsun is extremely talented. Not only is his calligraphy superb, but his poems are unmatched!"

Everyone praised.

At this time, Changsun Chong's poem was delivered to Qin Yang's case.

Qin Yang took it, glanced at it, and spit out a mouthful of wine.

"You wrote this poem?"

Both Changsun Chong and Changsun Wuji gave him a dissatisfied look.

"It's not me, is it still you?"

Qin Yang barely suppressed his laughter, and he glanced at the poem again.I have to say that Changsun Chong's calligraphy is a bit hot, a little close to Yan style.

But that poem, really...

Qin Yang shook his head with a smile, and passed the rice paper to the back, and everyone praised it.

"The Yellow River flows into the sea in the daytime. If you want to be a thousand miles away, you can go to the next level."

Cheng Yaojin, who was a few seats away, read aloud: "Changsun Chong's poem is well done! What does that word read? Climbing Bird Tower?"

He was such a rough guy that he made everyone laugh.

The neighboring Qin Qiong and Qin Shubao explained: "Climb the Stork Tower!"

Qin Yang pondered secretly.

""Climbing the Stork Tower" is Wang Zhihuan's poem, how did it get into Changsun Chong's pen now? And according to historical time, Wang Zhihuan has not been born yet? Could it be that this history has undergone some slight changes? Wang Zhihuan has already existed this In the world, but not famous? In this way, could it be..." He thought of a possibility, and suddenly his eyes sparkled.

At this time, Li Shimin ordered Wang Hai to pass down Qin Yang's poems.

The first person to receive it was Princess Changle. She held it in both hands, her delicate body trembling slightly, and her crystal clear eyes shining with a strange light.For a while he stared at the poem, and for a while he couldn't help but look at Qin Yang.

"what happened?"

Li Xueyan sensed that something was wrong with her, and walked over from her seat.She leaned over to take a look, and couldn't help being shocked immediately, turning her head to stare at Qin Yang frequently.

Princess Changle reluctantly passed on the poems one by one.After receiving it, everyone reacted in the same way, looking at Qin Yang involuntarily.

Li Xueyan stared at Qin Yang for a while, then turned her head, and whispered in Princess Changle's ear: "Changle, he is only three or two years older than us, how could he be so unsurpassed? He can even write this kind of poem!"

"When I first saw the portraits and poems he gave you, I was already astonished, but now it seems that we still underestimated him! He is simply a banished fairy..."

For some reason, Princess Changle was extremely happy when she heard Li Xueyan praise Qin Yang, her pretty face flushed slightly.

"That's right! It's so amazing and beautiful! How can there be such a smart and god-like person in the world..."

(End of this chapter)