"Purple smoke rises from the incense burner under the sun. Waterfall hangs in front of the river. The water flows down three thousand feet. I think it's the Milky Way falling from the Nine Heavens."
In Chang 'an City, everyone was singing this popular poem. They were amazed. Mo Jiazi was still the same old Mo Jiazi. Others could not come up with a poem even after a few months. But Mo Jiazi did a hat trick. He came up with three poems at once, and all of them were popular poems.
Of course, Meton had not been to Mount Lu, so he could only change the name to Hukou Waterfall. Fortunately, during the Tang Dynasty, soil erosion was not too serious. Hukou Waterfall was not like the later generations. It was more appropriate to use the Milky Way as a metaphor.
However, this was not the main point. The real focus was on Meton's crooked poems. Only the truly learned people would calm down and appreciate the beautiful poems of Meton. Most of Chang 'an City fell into a carnival of Meton's self-deprecating poems.
"Mosquito bites everywhere! Mo Jiazi is so funny! "
"Big black bear coming at night! When I go back, I'll scare my brother! He's the most timid! "
…
It was the mosquito breeding season. Every night, there would be little mosquitoes flying everywhere. Their bites were painful! Everyone in Chang 'an City felt the same way.
"Haha, I'm drooling. Is Mo Jiazi addicted to advertising? He's even advertising the roast duck in the gourmet city. "
"Let's go. We must try the roast duck today. It's so delicious that even Mo Jiazi is drooling!"
"Let's go together. The food in the Mo Family's gourmet city is delicious. I don't even have the appetite to eat now!"
…
With Meton's crooked poems, the roast duck in the Mo Family's gourmet city was extremely popular. The queue was so long that it stretched out three feet. Fortunately, when Xu Jie heard Meton's crooked poems, he had already started to prevent this phenomenon. He immediately added five more windows to sell roast duck. Only then did it not cause a riot.
Before this, a poet represented status and identity. In the eyes of the masses, a poet would definitely be dressed in moon-white robes and holding a folding fan in his hand. He would either be confident and at ease, worried about the country and its people, or heroic and majestic.
There had never been a poet like Meton. He was so … down-to-earth. He even dared to use himself and the Mo Village. For the first time, the people in Chang 'an City... way.
This was the first time that self-deprecation had appeared in Great Tang, and it immediately displayed its might. In the past, Morton's poems were classics, but they were only circulated among scholars. Now, Morton's three crooked poems were known to all.
Now, if you were to walk on the streets of Chang 'an and randomly pick up a person, you could ask him, "The sun shines and the incense burner produces purple smoke," and see if he could answer you.
You will die from anger!
After hearing Meton's three crooked poems, the Imperial Academician immediately asked for half a month's leave. It was said that the Imperial Academician could not listen to other people talking about poems. Otherwise, he would have a headache, not to mention teaching the Book of Songs.
However, Meton's three crooked poems and three proper poems once again proved that Meton was overflowing with talent. There was no doubt about the salt advertisement poem in the Mo Magazine. It was absolutely a famous poem, at least it did not belong to the three crooked poems.
With this judgment, the snow salt advertisement became even more popular. It directly drove the sales of snow salt to rise again. Xu Jie was grinning from ear to ear.
However, at this moment, Meton could not laugh. His whole person was listless and submissive.
"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival. The lonely man wants to die. Where are the bachelors? The shepherd boy points to the Mo Village. Tell me, how many bachelors are there in your Mo Village? "
In the Chongwenguan Hall, Li Shimin had his hands behind his back and roared at Meton with a black face.
After Meton proudly slaughtered the Imperial College students, he suddenly saw Pande's expressionless face, which made him panic. He immediately lamented in his heart. He knew that he had gone overboard this time. Indeed, Li Shimin had scolded Meton the moment they met.
"No, no!" Meton quickly shook his head. This was not the time to be stubborn. Of course, he could not say that there were many others. Even he was still a bachelor?
"No … Aren't you very talented? Come, come, give me a few poems. "Li Shimin still did not let Meton off as he roared.
"See for yourself how many people are coming to impeach you!" Li Shimin said hatefully as he slapped the tall stack of memorials on the table.
"Ah!"
Meton was stunned!
"All I did was write a few crooked poems, and I corrected them immediately. Is there a need for so many officials to impeach me?" Meton was extremely depressed in his heart.
"Some people say that you are arrogant because of your talent! Some accuse you of having evil intentions and crooked poems. You are simply forgetting your ancestors. Some people say that your talent and virtue are not worthy, and strongly urge you to be expelled from the Imperial College … "
Li Shimin counted more than a dozen crimes that Meton had committed!
Meton was simply impressed by the imagination of these officials. A small joke was actually so serious.
"Except for the expulsion of the Imperial College, which I can accept, the rest are all extremely wronged!" Meton cried sadly.
"Wishful thinking? If the Imperial College is already in charge of you, you will still cause chaos in Chang 'an City. If you really become a runaway horse, you will turn the Tang dynasty upside down! "Li Shimin said angrily.
"Uh, uh! I wouldn't dare! "
This accusation was a little too big, and Meton did not dare to be arrogant.
"Wouldn't dare? What is there to be afraid of? You are always trying to please the crowd. You don't even think about being loyal to the country. You only know how to cause trouble!"
Li Shimin's sarcastic and sarcastic remarks made Meton so ashamed that he almost turned into a crack in the ground.
"Father! Why are you angry again? "At this time, a soft voice came from the backstage.
When Li Shimin heard this, his gloomy face immediately brightened up. He immediately put on a smiling face and turned around. "Cuozi, why are you here?"
"I heard that Meton is here, so I came to take a look. I have an agreement with Brother Jiu. If Meton comes again, I will not call him Demon King Meton!" Cuozi's childish voice made Li Shimin laugh.
"Good, my Cuozi understands!" Li Shimin praised repeatedly.
"Thank you, Your Highness Jin Yang, for asking for mercy!" Meton quickly took advantage of this situation to get out of the donkey.
"Count yourself lucky this time, brat! I will let you go this time! Why don't you go and wait in the classroom first, and teach this young slave how to calculate. "Li Shimin glanced at Moton, and let him off the hook lightly.
Meton's mathematics had been recognized by countless people. Of course, it was easy for him to teach a first-grade Li Zhi. Every time Li Shimin summoned him to the palace, Meton would take on the role of mathematics tutor.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Meton felt as if he had been granted amnesty and immediately left.
"Since you know how to compose poems, teach this slave how to compose poems! Remember, if you dare to teach him nonsense, be careful of your butt. "Meton had just stepped out of the shop when he suddenly staggered.
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