Everyone's attention was focused on the Xuan paper in the shopkeeper's hand.
That was the calligraphy treasure left behind by Lu Yan.
Without needing anyone to remind him, the shopkeeper had already displayed the Xuan paper in front of everyone.
The words on it were powerful and powerful.
It was clearly audible.
"Burial of Flowers!"
When everyone saw the title, they couldn't help but exclaim,""Good handwriting!"
In ancient times, a piece of calligraphy was a facade.
There were many people with good handwriting.
However, Lu Yan's work was majestic and magnificent, yet it was of its own style. The entire work was natural.
Although most people could not appreciate calligraphy, they could feel the difference in it.
Those courtesans had indeed been well-read since they were young and could be identified at a glance.
Lu Yan's calligraphy had actually reached such a superb level.
However, the concubine had intentions, and the man was heartless.
Thinking of this…They were all a little resentful.
As for the commoners who could read, they unconsciously read out the poem on it.
"Flowers wither, flowers fly, and flowers fill the sky.”
When the first sentence appeared, those courtesans felt like they had been hit hard and couldn't let it go for a long time.
"The gossamer is softly tied to the spring pavilion, and the falling catkins are lightly touched by the embroidered curtains.”
"The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the end of spring, full of sorrow.”
“................”
As he read to the end, the sound at the entrance of the inn became softer and softer, but there were many sobs.
A miserable and sorrowful atmosphere quickly spread.
The Courtesan Belle's expressions were sorrowful, and their eyes were extremely dim, as if they had spoken the truth.
Although they were courtesans, they were beautiful and famous in Chang 'an.
He was sought after by countless people.
After all, she was just a famous prostitute. Women had low status, let alone them. Their status was low, and no one would confide in them.
Everything he said was a lie. He was just coveting their beauty.
Once a person became old, they would probably be abandoned without hesitation. Their fate would be miserable, and no one would fall behind them.
Instead, it added a lot of disdain.
Who could understand the grief in their hearts?
Throughout history. There were stories of talented scholars and beautiful women, but they were still stories. In reality, there were only a few men who could do that and treat them like ordinary girls.
They cried in grief.
Being told what he was thinking, he felt sad.
Moreover, Lu Yan understood them so well at such a young age. From this poem, one could see his respect for them.
It was hard to find a confidant, and he was also a talented and well-known youth in Chang 'an.
How could they not be touched?
"Young Master Lu, you should be an immortal. With such a breadth of mind, you don't look down on us at all. I think I'm still too greedy. If I rashly step forward, I'll only tarnish Young Master Lu's reputation.”
"With Young Master Lu's masterpiece, you can understand our thoughts and die without regrets.”Many courtesans sighed." Forget it, forget it. Let's forget about today's matter. I'll leave now."”
The other Courtesan Belle also had different expressions.
There was regret, resentment, and hesitation.
"Shopkeeper, please inform Young Master Lu. As long as he nods, I, Ruyan, will come personally and be his slave. I don't ask for anything else.”
The Courtesan Belle spoke again, her tone exceptionally firm.
In the past, they had come here more to obtain Lu Yan's calligraphy treasure. They had the heart of a profiteer and wanted to increase their reputation.
But now, his attitude had changed. He was sincere.
He had long been convinced by Lu Yan.
They felt ashamed and felt that their thoughts were dirty. After a poem was written, Lu Yan had already become extremely noble in their hearts. He was like a banished immortal, spotless.
After saying that, he left and did not stay any longer.
The other courtesans also left behind their words, asking the shopkeeper to pass them on before leaving.
The entrance of the inn opened up again.
The people dispersed, but the poem " Song of Burial of Flowers " spread like wildfire and became popular in Chang 'an once again.
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In the Imperial Palace.
Li Shiming was holding a piece of paper in his hand. If Lu Yan was here, he would have noticed that this was the original manuscript he had written in front of the inn.
It actually fell into Li Shi Min's hands.
However, it was no exception. Although Chang 'an was huge, there was basically nothing that could be hidden from the eyes and ears of the emperor.
With his status, it would be easy for him to get his hands on this manuscript.
Li Shimin was not concerned about the poem. Although this poem was considered excellent, he had already experienced Lu Yan's talent in composing poems.
He was already used to it.
What caught his attention was the calligraphy on the paper. Looking at the strong and powerful words on it, the strokes were like dragons and snakes. Each word seemed to come alive and jump out of the paper, full of spirituality.
This was the first time he had seen such calligraphy.
He was also a person who loved calligraphy. He studied and practiced calligraphy all year round. Although he was not considered a master in calligraphy, he was still an outstanding person.
However, compared to this calligraphy, it was like the difference between heaven and earth.
"Is this really written by Lu Yan?"
Li Shimin looked at Li Changsheng in disbelief.
"That's right! Many people in Chang 'an had seen it with their own eyes. Lord Lu was so talented that he could do it in one go.”
Li Changsheng bowed and said quickly, not forgetting to praise Lu Yan.
"Lu Yan. What else can't you do?"
After Li Shiming received the confirmation, he sat on the chair and rubbed his eyebrows.
It was a heavy blow.
Poetic talent could be called talent.
Political views were also God's will.
Calligraphy, although it also relied on talent, it required years of practice.
She had practiced calligraphy for so many years, but the only thing she was proud of was nothing in front of Lu Yan.
It couldn't compare to anything!
Li Shi Min was so depressed that he almost vomited blood.
He forced himself to calm down and comforted himself."Genius…He couldn't be judged by common sense. Otherwise, how could he be called a genius?”
Thinking of this, he felt a little better.
He looked at the calligraphy on it again and narrowed his eyes. Suddenly, he had a plan.
Many thoughts immediately popped up.
"Perhaps we can make some articles about this.”
Li Shi Min thought to himself, but a smile appeared on his face again, as if he was extremely happy, and the depression he had accumulated before completely disappeared.
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