When the empress holds a feast for flowers, she always writes poems. At this time, the style of poetry is prosperous. No matter whether it is good or not, as long as she is a good person, she should write a poem to express her feelings when she sees good scenery or encounters something happy or sad. Whether she is a banquet or a banquet, writing poems and singing poems is the basics. Zhang Changzong has a lot of opinions on this custom and does not consider the feelings of those who are not fully tuned. The experience is really bad.

Therefore, when Zhang Changzong attended the banquet, he still liked to participate in the kind of person who invited Xi Jiu. Good Xi Jiu was versatile and talented. When singing poetry, it was called enjoyment. Whether it was the host or the guest, the experience was excellent. It was simply a blessing for those who were incomplete tone and deserve strong support.

I went to the Imperial Garden with random thoughts. The palace servants who took care of the Imperial Garden were very dedicated. The chrysanthemums in the garden were golden and beautiful. If Teacher Xue was there, she would be very beautiful.

Thinking of Xue Chongxiu's painting skills that had already been a little successful, Zhang Changzong couldn't help but sigh. At that time, he "was not young" mocked Teacher Xue for his soul painter. In recent years, he has been working hard to help her mother manage business. While managing the family, he also did not forget to practice painting skills. Now he has entered the house and has a little success. It can be foreseeable that as long as she continues to paint like this, there is still hope to become a famous master.

"Liulang, please go here."

"Thank you, Sister Xiaohuan!"

The palace maid in front of him was smiling and leading the way. Zhang Changzong often went in and out of the palace, and he knew almost all the people in the palace... for occupational diseases, except those who were locked in the deep palace.

When Zhang Changzong passed by, Shangguan Wan'er stood at the entrance and waited for him. Seeing that he was led by the palace maid, she looked at him with a smile. Zhang Changzong was inexplicably seen and couldn't help but touch his face, and asked in confusion: "Master, is it that the disciple's face not washed clean? Why are you looking at me like this?"

Shangguan Wan'er glanced at Xiaohuan who was following behind her, her eyes faintly with a hint of coldness and warning. When she looked at her stupid apprentice, she felt a gentleness again, and the words she said had a profound meaning: "No, it was washed very clean."

Haven't you seen the flowers and plants in this palace busy watching him? This stupid apprentice!

"Your Majesty sent several bachelors from Chongwenguan. I thought I should make poetry. Are you prepared?"

Shangguan Wan'er looked at him and saw that he had changed into clean clothes and was dressed neatly. She reminded him casually. Zhang Changzong instantly felt bitter: "You want to write poetry again? Even if you don't have one, you must have it. The scholars are still good at writing poetry. You can just open your mouth."

Shangguan Wan'er laughed: "Do you think everyone is Cao Zijian, and they can all make a poem with seven steps?"

"Isn't it?"

Zhang Changzong was surprised. Shangguan Wan'er glanced at him and said, "It's mostly just accumulated on weekdays. There are only a few types of poems that should be prepared. If you have any ideas on weekdays, you can keep them. If you want to use the time, you won't be able to write them on the spot."

Zhang Changzong was stunned: "So that's the case! However, Master, you have destroyed the image of the bachelors who are outstanding in my mind."

The master and apprentice went in while talking. Sure enough, not only were the bachelors of Chongwenguan, but also the ministers of the Zhengshi Hall and the four famous friends of the article, Zhang Changzong, and then, Di Renjie and Zhang Jianzhi were also there.

Zhang Changzong visited His Majesty and Shangguan Wan'er walked back to the empress, knelt down silently, and served the empress to drink and appreciate the flowers. When the empress saw Zhang Changzong coming, she saw that he had washed clean and wiped his hair again. She seemed to be in a good mood. She looked at him with a smile and said with a smile: "It's better to be cleaner, so she has the charm of a lotus Liulang."

Zhang Changzong was stunned: "Your Majesty...Your Majesty has also heard of this nickname?"

Her Majesty the Empress nodded: "I naturally heard it, and the Lotus Lang... is in line with the style of Liulang. My family said, right?"

Then, Zhang Changzong was stared at by a group of men, most of whom were old men, and his hair stood up. To be honest, it would be better to be watched by palace maids and ladies than to be stared at by a group of old men.

Perhaps it was out of the friendship of relatives around the corner, or because he was unconscionable, Yang Zaisi actually praised with a smile: "Your Majesty, people say that Liu Lang is like a lotus, but it is not true that the lotus is like Liu Lang."

Zhang Changzong: Smiling on his face, and mp.jpg in his heart

Staring at Yang Zaisi, he looked at him twice, thinking about a very serious question in his mind—

Do you want to put a sack on the old man's way back and beat him up?! This old man, as well as his third brother-in-law, is from the Yang family of Hongnong, and he actually laughs at him like this. He is so irrelevant!

Looking at the old man coldly, Zhang Changzong said unhappily: "Thank you, Mr. Yang, for praising me. But, my great man, the general who led the army, let Mr. Yang say this and spread it. How can I lead the army? Please be careful of your words."

Yang Zaisi smiled and said nothing. The empress raised her head and smiled, "Liu Lang is not happy, I think he is shy? Well, you shouldn't joke about my general. Come on, Liu Lang comes over. I heard that you have written a poem recently, which is highly praised. Is it for Chen Zi'ang?"

Why is this poem again?!

Although Zhang Changzong was confused, he still replied: "Go back to Your Majesty, that's right."

The empress chanted slowly: "The yellow clouds and the sun are swaying thousands of miles away, and the north wind blows the geese and snow. Don't worry about the lack of friends in the road ahead. Who in the world doesn't know you? Good poems are really good poems."

His tone couldn't help but exclaim.

Poetry is naturally good. Even a group of civil officials, even Di Renjie couldn't help but look at Zhang Changzong more. Zhang Changzong smiled and said modestly: "Your Majesty is too rewarded, but he is just sent out with emotion."

The empress smiled and said, "I'm so touched. No wonder this poem is heroic. Just like Liulang's man, it looks exquisite, but it has a manly spirit in my heart, which is very good!"

After praising Zhang Changzong a few words, he stopped mentioning it, but instead asked the ministers to write poems for banquets. Zhang Changzong thought he wanted to write them, but as a result, Her Majesty the Empress called him to sit down and listened to the ministers chanting poems, but he did not ask him to write them.

Zhang Changzong didn't understand the empress's thoughts, so he simply knelt beside her, silently savoring the banquet poems of the scholars in his heart, and decided to study hard, and try to make some poems for himself when he went back. When one day, when His Majesty the empress asked him to write poems on a whim, he would be able to fool people.

After eating and slapping with the palace, Zhang Changzong returned, the moon was already rising. In order to go home, the empress specially asked the Jinwu Guard to approve the notes for the ministers at the banquet. Zhang Changzong came home with a smell of alcohol, but his eyes were still clear. He was self-disciplined and never got drunk when drinking.

He entered the house lightly, but did not dare to disturb Wei and Zheng. He went straight back to his yard. He just pushed the door in but was startled: "Mom, Mrs. Zheng, you two don't sleep so late, here... are you waiting for me? Oh, I dare not help you two have been waiting for such a long time. I am such a big person. Will you lose it?"

The waxy light was limited. When I walked over with a smile, I realized that the two old ladies looked bad. When I looked at his eyes, I felt a little storm. Mrs. Zheng was fine, and her expression was quite calm, but there was a solemn atmosphere in the calmness, and it was obvious that something was wrong.

Zhang Changzong couldn't help but start to subconsciously recall his recent words and actions. There should be nothing that makes the two old ladies angry--

Zhang Changzong was a little unsure, and his momentum was weakened: "My grandmother, Mrs. Zheng, you two are..."
Chapter completed!