The smile on Li Shimin's face disappeared.
It was just as Little Guizi had said.
The Tang Dynasty was not peaceful now.
Although everything seemed fine on the inside, only a few people knew that the three great powers were still three mountains weighing down on the Great Tang. Although one of them was in imminent danger, it had yet to topple.
As for the Shandong aristocrats, they would have to wait for the imperial examination held in Zhang Feng's academy three years later to decide.
Originally, the imperial examination system was held once every three years. According to the plan, there would be an imperial examination this year. However, too many things had happened in the past few years. Later, Zhang Feng suddenly appeared. Li Shimin had to grit his teeth and cancel this year's imperial examination on the grounds of the disaster this year.
Wasn't this why Li Shimin was confused?
The more he read the poem, the more shocked Li Shimin became.
"Little Guizi, come and look. This poem …"
Li Shimin called him and then shook his head. "Forget it. You can leave now. I need to be alone."
…
On the other side.
In a teahouse in Chang 'an City.
At this moment.
Blind Sun appeared in front of everyone's expectant eyes again.
"Pa!" He slammed the gavel. All the people in the teahouse instantly focused their eyes on him.
Even the people on the second floor, because of the Paper Bai incident, did not dare to treat Blind Sun as an ordinary person anymore.
After Blind Sun heard the silence in the hall, he slowly took a sip of tea and slowly said, "Today, we will still talk about the matter of Mount Yi."
Hearing Mount Xiao, everyone was instantly interested.
"Blind Sun, isn't Mount Xiao the White Deer College? Did the college produce something good again? "
A young man in a green robe on the second floor cupped his hands and asked.
Hearing this, Blind Sun cupped his hands and said to the second floor, "Childe Zhou, you must have heard of the name Zhang Feng, right?"
The young man in the green robe nodded. "Yes, I have heard of him. This person …"
"Good!"
Blind Sun interrupted him, but Young Master Zhou didn't even dare to fart.
"That Zhang Feng is the disciple of an extraordinary person. But today, let's not talk about his legend, and how he managed to turn those stubborn disciples into obedient grandsons. Let's talk about his talent."
"Talent?"
"Although this person heard that the Four Great Confucians jointly recommended him to be the Great Confucian, it has never been confirmed. Now, the Four Great Confucians have all run to the mountain and don't show their faces. Even the Medicine God Sun Simiao has stayed on the mountain and doesn't come down.
Everyone was still curious.
This Blind Sun actually wanted to talk about it. Everyone couldn't help but become even more curious.
"This Prince Zhang Zhang Feng. Let's not talk about anything else. Just based on his talent, I'm sure everyone can recognize a few of his poems. For example, I'm sure everyone has heard of that poem, right?"
Hearing this, everyone could not help but nod.
"That's right, this poem is indeed shocking. However, this has nothing to do with talent, right?"
"Hahaha!" Blind Sun stroked his beard and laughed loudly. Then, he suddenly shouted, "Who said that?"
In an instant, the entire teahouse suddenly became quiet.
"Whether a person is talented or not, let's not talk about other aspects first. A poem is enough to represent everything about this person."
As he spoke, Blind Sun picked up the wine pot on the table and poured a cup of wine. He raised the cup and stood up. Then, he shouted loudly, "Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and flows to the sea, never to return! Don't you see, the bright mirror grieves white hair! Like black silk in the morning, like snow in the evening … "
After this poem, the entire teahouse became silent.
Even the scholars, scholars, and dignitaries on the second floor instantly became quiet.
Everyone was trying to figure out the artistic conception of this poem. After Blind Sun's shout, everyone's hearts instantly surged.
After a long while, Blind Sun still minded his own business and continued to drink his wine.
On the third floor, a faint female voice sounded again. "Well said. Men, reward Prince Zhang's white wine!"
Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up.
White wine?
What kind of wine is this?
Under everyone's expectant gazes, a maidservant carried a white porcelain wine pot to a platform between the first and second floor. This was also the place where Blind Sun always told stories.
Blind Sun cupped his fists towards the third floor. "Thank you, shopkeeper!"
Then, under everyone's gaze, he slowly poured a cup of wine.
In an instant, the fragrance of the white wine filled everyone's hearts.
Blind Sun sniffed and then praised, "Good wine!"
After drinking it in one gulp, Blind Sun's face instantly turned as red as blood.
This scene shocked everyone. However, under everyone's gazes, Blind Sun placed his hand on his chest for a moment before taking a deep breath.
"Good wine! Good wine! No wonder Young Master Zhang was able to compose such a beautiful poem. I'm afraid that the wine is the most important thing! "
"As expected of Prince Zhang, who was given the title of Wine Immortal by the Four Great Scholars!"
Wine Immortal?
Zhang Feng's title was Wine Immortal?
This …
Everyone couldn't help but be stunned.
Smelling the wine in the air and recalling the poem that Blind Sun had just recited, everyone's mind couldn't help but spin.
Those who could become saints and immortals, which one of them didn't have the ability to transcend the heavens and the earth?
This Zhang Feng was only in his early twenties. How could he be called Wine Immortal?
However, Blind Sun didn't say too much. Instead, he talked about Zhang Feng again. "Just last night, Wine Immortal Prince Zhang created a masterpiece in Xiao Mountain. At this moment, the emperor, the retired emperor, and even a few dukes in the imperial palace were alarmed."
"…"
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