Zhai Yan was shocked when he saw the four words "Tang Poetry Review", which was not rare for him. The poetry collection was first produced in the Six Dynasties "Wenxuan". As soon as this book was published, it has been regarded as a classic for hundreds of years. Especially since the Zetian Wu of the Shenlong Dynasty officially set the selection of poetry and essays as customized, "Wenxuan" has become a must-have for the desks of the Tang Dynasty scholars.

Although the format written on the bamboo paper on the table in front of me is different from "Wenxuan", the profound relationship is very clear. Judging from the material, it actually includes all the most famous poets in the century of the establishment of the country's dynasty. If it is acceptable to evaluate the popular works of Yu Shinan, Chen Zi'ang and others in the early days, then even the surviving Li Bai, Wang Wei and others in this dynasty were all included. This courage really shocked Zhai Yan.

This dynasty selects the poems of this dynasty and evaluates them. Once the "Tang Poetry Appreciation" is published, it can be said to be a precedent for the founding of the country. Not to mention the great shock brought by this creation itself, just the courage to comment on these people in charge of the poetry world today is enough to shock viewers.

It should be noted that people like Wang Wei have a strong position as a master. For many years, only they have praised the works of the latter. Where are new students who have made their debut dare to point fingers at their poems?

Sitting quietly looking at the manuscript in front of him, Zhai Yan seemed to have seen the great shock caused in the poetry world after the publication of this book. If this book fails, Tang Li will become a laughing stock for scholars from now on and it will be difficult to turn over again. But if he succeeds by chance, this fifteen-year-old boy will definitely rise up quickly and can directly discuss friendships with fellow poets and others. The only difference is that one is writing poetry, while the other is evaluating poetry.

Instead of accumulating reputation through the water-mixing skills of the rituals and walking scripts, he became famous overnight in this way. After Zhai Yan understood Tang Li’s plan, he couldn’t help but sigh and said, “It’s really a big gamble!”.

"Gambling, what are you gamble?" Tang Li said with a smile, washing his face, lowering his rolled-up sleeves while lowering his high-rolled sleeves and slowly walking into the study.

Turning his head and looking at the boy in front of him who made him feel like he was looking at him with admiration, Zhai Yan didn't say anything, but pointed his slender finger at the manuscript on the table.

After a casual glance at Zhuzhi, Tang Li understood what Zhai Yan meant. He had thought about it carefully many times and had a certain idea in his heart. However, if he wanted to explain, many of the reasons were related to his experience of traveling through time. He really couldn't say it. He didn't say much at the moment, and said, "What! Wangchuan's non-kind is done?" He said this casually and thought of another question and asked with interest: "By the way, Wang Taisheng himself is the master of the painting, why would he ask Brother Zhai to help?"

Seeing that Tang Li had just read a few glances, he changed the topic. Zhai Yan knew that he would not want to have more in-depth discussions on this matter. Since his interactions, he knew that the boy in front of him was definitely not a reckless person, and he did not mess with him more at the moment. He just smiled and said, "You should know that Wang Taisheng is good Buddha, especially after his wife died at the age of 30. Although he is good at painting, he is proficient in landscapes. Those Buddhist paintings in Wangchuan's other industries naturally asked my brothers to take action. He delayed for a year and finally got the job done yesterday." As he spoke, his eyebrows and eyes were full of satisfaction.

He laughed twice again, Zhai Yan suddenly remembered something and looked at Tang Li and said, "Ali, I got some news from Wang Taisheng yesterday that the master in the Jinzhou Wooden Building is also coming to Beijing."

"Oh! Really?" Before leaving for Beijing from Jinzhou last time, Tang Li went to Galen Temple to meet Elder Xingkong, asking him to help take care of his family after he left, but that time he failed to see the old monk. At this time, he became interested when he heard Zhai Yan's words.

"Of course it's true!" Seeing that Tang Li seemed to be disbelief, Zhai Lian glared violently: "This old monk is now very famous and is called the 'Jinzhou Ancient Buddha'. After 30 years of seclusion, Shandong Dongdao has submitted this matter as auspiciousness to the court. Now His Majesty personally issued an edict to the local government to invite him to the capital."

"Speaking of this old monk, we met him in person when he came out of seclusion that day. If he really came to the capital, we should have made an appointment with Brother Wang to visit him." He had a very good impression of the old monk, and Tang Li said this.

"Of course! To be honest, the old monk still needs your enlightenment to understand the truth. If he really comes to Chang'an, maybe you have a great fate." As he joked, Zhai Yan stood up and walked to Tang Li and said, "I'll come with me after I've packed up."

"Go? Go there?", Zhai Yan pulled him toward the gate of the courtyard. Tang Li asked in surprise.

"Have you forgotten your "Guanyin Sitting on the Lotus Picture"?", climbed on Tang Li's shoulder, Zhai Yan smiled and said, "I asked my family to send it to Dongshi Kuai Pavilion for consignment. Today, it's fine. Let's go and have a look."

"What does it look like when you are armed with your back in public?" Tang Li, who was smiling, knocked out Zhai Yan's hand, walked out of the yard door and turned around to lock the door.

"Hey! By the way, where is your little book boy? Why are you running away again?" While touching the sparse beards on your jaw, Zhai Yan smacked his lips and said, "Ali, it's not that I'm talking about you. Your book boy is a bit too cold. It's a conclusion, but he still runs away every day without a trace. Should he serve you or should you serve him?"

The desolate lonely moon in Xiangzhou, a ball of crunched under the eaves, and the two Hu cakes held in the black little hands... locked the door, these scenes naturally appeared in Tang Li's mind.

"This kid should have gone to watch a hundred operas again!", and turned around and said something casually. Tang Li immediately asked, "By the way, Lao Zhai, what exactly is an illusion?"

"He is only three or four years younger than you at most. Listen to your tone!" Zhai Yan said disapprovingly, then touched his head and said, "Illusion is... Alas! I can't explain this clearly. I will naturally understand it after I have the chance to take you to see it someday."

While talking, Zhai Yan had already stopped a small Zibo car that specialized in attracting individual passengers in the city.

The sound of hooves was so loud that after about three incense sticks, the Zibo car stopped steadily. Tang Li lifted the curtain and saw that the Kuai Pavilion store in front of him was spacious and decorated in exquisitely. He had not yet entered the store, and there was a faint fragrance of ink coming to his nose.

"This is an old shop that has been signed for decades. Let's go in." He sent the donkey porter to the money and the two entered the Kuai Pavilion.

After entering the store, he ignored the guy who came forward to greet him, and Zhai Yan walked directly to the inside of the right.

As he approached, Tang Li glanced at him and saw his "Guanyin Sitting on the Lotus Picture" hanging in the corner. He stepped forward and looked at the price tag on it. He couldn't help but reach out and touched his nose.

"One Hundred and Thirty Months!", muttering to himself in disbelief, Zhai Yan's black face began to turn red...
Chapter completed!