The next morning.
The Angel Carriage and Li Jing's personal guards were waiting at the entrance of the Provincial Governor's Office.
They had been in Jing state for several days, and they could finally leave.
Today was a sunny day.
Miss Chen led the little fellow out of the Provincial Governor's Estate and boarded the carriage parked at the entrance.
"Miss Chen, remember to bring Little Wa back to Jing Zhou after the exams. I have an important matter to discuss with you." Provincial Governor Zheng said in a low voice.
Miss Chen was a little confused, but she still nodded.
"Little child, you can do it. I'll strive to be the top scorer!"
Provincial Governor Zheng said to the little fellow with a smile.
"Alright!"
Chen An replied cutely.
At the side.
Jiangling County Magistrate Wu got the chance and ran over.
"Little son-in-law, you want to be the top scorer. We'll get you engaged when we get home."
Chen An was speechless.
"Alright, alright! The journey is long, and we still have to hurry!”
Li Jing opened his mouth to stop everyone from continuing their small talk. With a wave of his hand, the huge convoy began to move toward the city gate.
Provincial Governor Zheng led the Jingzhou officials to send them off until they were ten miles away.
……
Time flew by.
Two days later. Chang 'an. In the Imperial Palace.
"Report! Jingzhou sent an urgent report from 800 miles away,"The Regional Examination has ended!"”
Li Shi Min was overjoyed when he heard the report.
"Quickly summon Zhangsun Wuji, Du Ruhui, Fang Xuanling, and the others into the palace!”
"Here!"
The eunuch immediately left the palace to announce the decree.
With excitement, Li Shi Min quickly opened the leather bag and took out the prodigy exam paper.
With just a glance.
Hiss!
Li Shi Min gasped.
Ten poems?
We only asked him to write one, and he actually wrote ten?
Could that little kid be the Saint Poet?
Li Shi Min rubbed his temples to suppress the shock in his heart, and then read it carefully.
" Meditation in a Quiet Night "," Moored at Night on Maple Bridge "," Climbing Yellow Crane Tower "," Grass "," Climbing High "…
Shocking!
Shocking!
Li Shiming's expression kept changing as his thoughts followed An Shi's.
When the last poem of the "Difficult Shu Road" came out, Li Shimin suddenly stood up and let out the most mournful cry in history,
"Heavens!"
"This kid is so terrifying, so terrifying!”
At this moment.
"Your Majesty, what is so terrifying?"
As the voice fell, the nine ministers of the Great Tang entered the emperor's bedroom.
"My dear ministers, you've come at the right time. Come and take a look, that Peasant prodigy wrote another ten poems, all of which were classic works.”
What was that? Ten songs?
Isn't our topic only asking for a poem? Why did that little fellow compose ten songs?
Zhangsun Wuji and the others rushed over and took the exam papers from Tian Zi.
Everyone gathered around to watch.
"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be the frost on the ground. Looking up at the bright moon, looking down at home. Good poem, good poem!" Zhangsun Wuji shouted.
"Look at this 'Grass' poem: The grass on the plains withers and thrives every year. The wildfire could not burn, but the spring wind blew and it grew again. This poem simply described the spirit of grass.”Du Ruhui shouted.
"There's also this one: To see a thousand miles, to climb another level. Good poetry, beautiful poetry. Looking at it, he felt as if he had returned to the past. That year when he climbed Mount Tai and looked into the distance…Heavens, this kid's talent was truly terrifying.”Fang Xuanling shouted.
"No, I can't! No! No! You're all wrong. I think Ascending is better. Look at the endless falling trees, the endless Yangtze River rolling in…How magnificent, how magnificent, how majestic, how magnificent!”
As Xu Shiji recited the poem, he praised endlessly.
What? Aura?
"Haha! Dear ministers, in terms of momentum, take a look at the last poem: Difficult Shu Road!"
Li Shi Min suddenly reminded.
Hearing this, the officials immediately looked to the back.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths…ten breaths, a hundred breaths…
The entire hall was silent.
The ministers who had read the poem were completely stunned. They were all dumbstruck and could not say anything.
The road to Shu is more difficult than climbing the sky.
What a generous sentence.
In the darkness, everyone seemed to see the land of Sichuan and Shu thousands of miles away, and the majestic Mount Shu on the land.
A person was climbing the mountain with difficulty. It was as difficult as a mortal ascending to heaven.
"Once this poem is out, who in the future would dare to write about Mount Shu!”
Hou Junji sighed in disappointment.
"That's right. This child has already reached the peak of poetry and looks down on the world. No one can beat him now.”
"Brother Wuji, let alone the present, I'm afraid that no one in the future can compare to him.”
"I'm willing to call this child the Poet Saint, the Poet Saint of the Great Tang!”
"Agreed!"
"Agreed!"
The ministers all spoke up and agreed with this title.
As the saying goes:
There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.
However, today, at this moment, these "learned" ministers were willing to admit defeat and wished they could prostrate themselves on the ground.
At this moment, everyone was already immersed in the shock of " An Shi " and had already forgotten to pursue the irrationality of the poem.
For example:
Had the little fellow been to the grasslands before? How could he write Grass of the Prairie?
Another example:
Had the little fellow been to the Yellow Crane Tower? How could the Yellow Crane Tower be so magnificent?
Another example:
Had the little fellow climbed Mount Shu before? How could he understand how difficult it was to climb Mount Shu?
There were many more "illogical" aspects like this.
However…
There was no need to pursue the matter now. There was really no need.
With these ten famous poems that could be passed down through the ages, any doubts were futile.
So what if the little fellow had never been there?
What, not convinced? You've been there, right?
Haha!
Come, come, come. I'll give you the pen. You write.
……
"Men!"
Li Shi Min shouted.
Hearing the voice, a eunuch immediately ran into the hall.
"Prepare a brush and ink, copy the Ten Anshi and post it at the east gate. These ten poems should not be hidden in the palace. They should be sung throughout the Tang Dynasty!”
"Here!"
The eunuchs immediately prepared a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and quickly copied out the Ten Anshi. Then, he rushed out of the emperor's palace with the paper and ran to the east gate.
East Gate.
The guards in the palace quickly set up a stool. The eunuch stood on it and carefully pasted the Ten Poems of An Shi on the wall.
Seeing this, the residents of the Great Tang all gathered around.
"Ten Anthem Poem? What is this?"
"Whose poem is 'An Shi'? Whose name is Ann?"
"Brother Xu, are there any famous poets with the word 'An' in them?”
"I don't think so!"
The Great Tang people were confused.
Everyone was looking forward to watching An Shi. After all, it was posted in the palace, so it must be extraordinary.
At this moment, no one knew what would happen next.
It was the name of a seven-year-old child that was about to be sung throughout the world.
The Great Tang's Emperor Wen, the Ancient Sage of Poetry-Chen An!
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