"Lingyan Pavilion is said to be placed in the Sanqing Hall of the Imperial Palace."

"It is said that His Majesty also invited An Xuangong to write an inscription in person, and those on the list have endless honors."

"Yes, An Xuangong hasn't made an inscription for many years, and I don't know what words will be left this time."

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"Lingyan Pavilion is said to be placed in the Sanqing Hall of the Imperial Palace."

"It is said that His Majesty also invited An Xuangong to write an inscription in person, and those on the list have endless honors."

"Yes, An Xuangong hasn't made an inscription for many years, and I don't know what words will be left this time."

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Chang'an is full of voices of discussion, and there is envy in the words, and there is also an inscription looking forward to An Xuangong.

This shows An Xuangong's influence in Shilin, and even some caravans or scholars waited in Chang'an for a few days, and they were already preparing to leave Chang'an.

Shu An didn't know about the result of the extraction, so he must have been happy and unhappy, but in any case, he could only blame his bad luck.

"It's been a long time since I've practiced calligraphy."

Shu An muttered softly, as the saying goes, words are like people, and as a person of later generations, he will naturally not forget the importance of calligraphy.

The Tang Dynasty mainly used italics as fonts, but italics were also divided into various types, and as a later generation, his italics were somewhat different from this era.

But it doesn't matter, because if he is self-contained, he is either a mediocre or a genius, and his words naturally belong to the latter.

In addition to Confucianism, he is also a recognized master of calligraphy, of course, this is inseparable from his decades of hard practice.

On the stone table in the courtyard, Laifu slowly sharpened the ink on the side, as a former scholar, he was no stranger to this errand.

It can even be said to be handy, and Shu An is adjusting his own state, as a traverser, you can know nothing, but copying is a necessary skill.

They are all born in nine-year compulsory education, and you are not required to be familiar with 300 Tang poems, but you can still read 20 or 30 poems.

This time Shu An wrote a poem he liked, of course, if there was a psychological burden when he was a copyist at the beginning, then now there is no burden at all.

Shu An's eyes flashed a glimmer of light, and then the pen fell, and the pen walked smoothly in one go.

"Why don't you take Wu Hook and collect Guanshan Fifty Prefectures. Please go to Lingyan Pavilion temporarily, if you are a scholar and a marquis! ”

Xue Rengui on the side silently read out the whole poem, and the more he read it to the end, the more excited he became, as if there was a kind of blood surging, wanting to go into battle to kill the enemy, make meritorious contributions, and climb the Lingyan Pavilion.

Looking at the words he wrote, Shu An couldn't help but nod with satisfaction, this should be the best time he felt in the best state.

With the increase of age, his font seems to have returned to the basics with the change of mentality, presumably if it is placed in later generations, this pair of words and poems should be at the level of national treasures.

About this poem was made by Li He in the middle and late Tang Dynasty, but he was not born yet, and the background of this poem at that time was that the Tang Dynasty fell into the division of feudal towns, and all parts of the country made the army self-respecting.

There was even a rebellion, and the central government kept dispatching, but the words used here can be completely changed, that is, the founding of the country to collect the land of the Sui Dynasty and end the troubled times.

Under this background, this poem has been completely sublimated, and the Lingyan Pavilion behind it is even more appropriate.

"Rengui, bring the token of being a teacher, and send this pair of words to the palace, and say that it is An Xuan's inscription for Lingyan Pavilion."

Shu An's eyes flickered and said softly, this poem should be regarded as a poem in the Tang Dynasty during this period, don't think that there will be no war if you are Zhenguan.

The breakthrough has not been destroyed, Goryeo has not been conquered, and there are not a few alien races outside the Guan, this ambitious emperor is in the prime of his youth.

"Yes, Teacher!"

Xue Rengui said with a hint of excitement on his face, as if he reverently took this piece of rice paper, carefully packed it in a bamboo tube, and then turned around and walked towards the door.

The first few times he was either a teacher who didn't bring himself alive or in Chang'an City, he didn't meet His Majesty today.

This made Xue Rengui have a small regret, in the face of this current son of heaven, countless people want to see the face of heaven, even if he is no exception.

"Master, Rengui, this kid still needs to be trained."

Laifu looked at the disappeared figure and couldn't help but say loudly, in fact, he had already regarded Xue Rengui as a nephew.

I am also clear about Xue Rengui's thoughts, but just do things for the lord and do your duty, don't think too much, the lord who should come will definitely not treat you badly.

"It's okay, it's just a teenager's temperament, not to mention it's not bad to see the market."

Shu An shook his head slightly and said, the young man still needs to be trained, but he already has his own ideas.

Today's majesty is not also a teenager who began to fight in the south and the north, and the Tang Dynasty is still walking smoothly.

As for Xue Rengui's words, even if it fails, it doesn't matter, he can still afford it, and Datang can also afford to lose.

"Laifu, you prepare some meals."

"Also, you're in your forties, and you haven't married a wife yet."

Shu An's voice continued to sound, but this time the target fell on Laifu.

"Master, you haven't married a wife yet, how dare you marry Laifu first."

Laifu said with a hint of embarrassment on his face, in fact, Laifu is very satisfied with his current life.

At first, he was just a homeless man who almost starved to death, but it was the old man who saved him, taught him to read and read, and ate well.

There is even food that the current emperor can't eat, which is the greatest luck for Laifu.

Even if he didn't marry a wife, it was not an unacceptable thing for Laifu, after all, he was an orphan and had no idea of passing on the lineage.

Shu An shook his head slightly, because of the system, he had no wife and no children, as for now, he didn't think about it so much.

Just as the two were talking, Xue Rengui was hurrying towards the palace, and a poem could make his blood boil.

Even Xue Rengui can only say that this is the teacher, the world-famous An Xuangong, only he can write such poems.

Of course, it is fortunate that Shu An doesn't know what his student thinks, otherwise he would only be blushing.

He can barely be regarded as a collection of the essence of several eras, which may not be anything in modern times, but he is the only one in the world in this era.

The Imperial Study

Li Shimin and a group of important ministers are discussing the twists and turns in various places, and as winter approaches, it is another problem for the people to survive the winter.

"Your Majesty, Xue Rengui, a disciple of An Xuangong, is here with An Xuangong's inscription."

But at this moment, a little eunuch hurriedly ran over and said respectfully, and everyone present couldn't help but stop for a while.

"Let him in."

Li Shimin's eyes showed a hint of interest and said, even if he had to admit that his cheap father-in-law was not inferior to anyone in terms of talent.

Several ministers present also glanced at each other, and they were very looking forward to it in their hearts, after all, this Lingyan Pavilion had a lot to do with them.