"Send this girl to my Dragon Head Palace?"
The saint's shocking words almost shocked the jaws of several people in the box.
Liu Hengzuo was stunned and couldn't recover for a long time. Jia Cong held the pear that he took a bite of, and his eyes secretly glanced at the old man's... somewhere.
Snapped!
The Supreme Emperor slapped Jia Cong on the head and cursed angrily: "What are you thinking about? I like older people!"
Uh~
"Father, even the older ones can't do it. The imperial doctor asked you to abstain from sexual intercourse, but my son can't live without you."
Ahem...
Although his son's words were disgusting, the old man still sounded very considerate.
In fact, he really had no desire for the little Japanese girl with a flat figure, but if Daxia wanted to completely annex the Japanese country, it would be impossible for him to do so within three to five years.
Therefore, a powerful Japanese vassal like Satsuma had to win over them while fighting, and it was best to deceive Daxia's ocean-going force into being enough to push the entire Japanese country flatly.
Since Shimazu Kuji of the Satsuma Domain wants his daughter to enter the palace as a concubine, isn’t the concubine also a concubine? When Long Yu passes away one day, he can just take him away to save trouble.
"That's it. After the Ministry of Rites has finished its work in a few days, we will send this girl to the Dragon Head Palace. Doesn't she like dancing? I happen to like watching it."
Dong dong dong, woo woo woo~
"What the hell is this? Why does it look like a funeral procession?"
The dance on the high platform was just okay, but it was the Japanese music that made all the guests in the Xiyin Tower frown.
The Supreme Emperor felt that this was a slap in the face. If Longshou Palace played such music for him every day, he would not have been sent away early.
Jia Cong thought of the opening ceremony of a certain underworld that he saw on TV in his previous life, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "The sage hit the mark, this is a sacrificial dance of the Japanese country, and only noble women can dance it. Moreover, the Japanese country has a ghost-worshiping plot, saying It’s funeral music, so it’s appropriate.”
"Then what is that ball on the back of her clothes? A quilt?"
The Emperor originally wanted to praise the uniqueness of the kimono Shimazu Kumi wore, but he remembered a certain rumor and couldn't help but ask Jia Cong, who seemed to know a lot about it.
"I heard that the first Japanese women carried bedding with them so that they could spend time with other people..."
oh? And such things?
Emperor Liu Heng felt that his three views had been refreshed again. It turned out that he was a small country with few people and no shame. It seems that I must seize the time to bring the foreign people under the rule of the Celestial Empire, and then send virtuous people to teach them well.
As a human being, how can we not be shameless!
Jia Cong didn't understand much of this, so he made do with explaining that it was just a semi-finished product derived from the Wu suit and Tang suit. After Shimazu Kumi finished the first dance, the two saints were no longer interested in these.
Although the tune of the music was difficult to hear, which made the Daxia nobles who were used to listening to Gagaku frown, Shimazu Kumi had a sweet appearance. He specially modified the sacrificial dance according to the preferences of the Daxia nobles a few days ago, and the dance posture made many people fall in love.
But today’s leisure dance is just a tack on the fun, the focus is on the written examination for students from both countries.
For this reason, Shimazu Kumi took out several lottery prizes, all of which are worth thousands of gold.
One of them was said to be an authentic work by Wang Xizhi, the sage of calligraphy, and it almost shocked the whole audience. Jia Cong turned his attention to the emperor and listened to him say leisurely: "It is hard to tell whether it is true or false, but it shows that the Satsuma clan attaches great importance to sending people to study."
Jia Cong responded solemnly: "In fact, if you just study Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, I think it's fine. But what I'm worried about is that they are drunkards who don't care about drinking..."
"It cares about the method of making firearms and the various skills of the craftsmen of the country and dynasty."
The monarch and his ministers had a good understanding and looked at each other with a smile.
"How do you think your father should handle this matter more appropriately?"
The Supreme Emperor was too lazy to pay attention to such trivial matters now. He waved his hand and said, "Fourth, you can just watch and deal with it. I only care about when to march north and when to march east."
…
The Satsuma Domain was very wealthy, and the Shimazu family raised a large number of scholars, and they were all scholars with profound attainments in Sinology.
They were active on the route between China and Satsuma, either smuggling or directly participating in the intrusion of Japanese pirates on the coast of Daxia.
Of course, with the advent of the Age of Discovery in the Western countries, the Satsuma Domain also had close contacts with Westerners, at least closer than the contacts between the Daxia government and the Westerners.
In order for the Satsuma clan to win this competition, Shimazu Kumi not only set up a competition in poetry, but also a competition in mathematics and martial arts.
The Ministry of Rites was well prepared. In order to prevent the vassal state from saying that the great dynasty bullied the small, it directly selected ten outstanding supervisors from the Imperial College to compete in poetry and numeracy.
As for martial arts, Jia Cong saw several familiar faces in the preparation area on the right side of the high platform.
The young grandson of the British Duke, the eldest nephew of Cao Dudu, the little calf of the Duke of Zhenguo...
They are all ruthless people among the younger generation. Jia Cong felt that his blood was still boiling and he was eager to try.
"Your Majesty, I also want to compete with the Japanese."
"Enjoy the show and don't make a fuss. The people sent by the Satsuma Domain are not ordinary people. They are all dead soldiers of the Shimadzu family. You are going to die there."
The secret agents of the Dragon Guard have already found out the details of these people clearly. The literary competition is just that, the martial arts competition will kill people.
Jia Cong is one of the main assistant ministers trained by the father and son for the prince, so there must be no mistakes.
The competition started soon. The Ministry of Etiquette asked one question, Shimazu Kumi asked one question, and then one person was selected from the guests and asked another question for a total of three competitions.
Ten people from each side composed poems and took the exam on the spot. Two great scholars from Satsuma Domain and two great scholars from Daxia supervised them to select the top three.
In the three competitions, whichever side has more people in the top three will win. Simple and crude, but also the fairest.
I don’t know whether it was because the people of the Satsuma clan had been prepared in advance or because the Central Plains had been in decline for hundreds of years because of the decline of culture. The Ministry of Rites’ confident poetry competition ended in a tie with the Japanese.
One of them, a young man named Shimazu Hisama, was extremely outstanding. He ranked first in all three competitions, so that the Imperial College students had no chance of winning.
Even though the group of supervisors in the Imperial College were all talented people specially selected by the Ministry of Rites, and they barely tied with each other with a numerical advantage of two or three, the Japanese thought that they had defeated the Celestial Empire.
The Imperial College student who took the stage felt that he had lost the face of the Celestial Empire. His face was red and he did not dare to look up at the people in the audience.
In addition, some of the Japanese scholars clamored that the literature of the Celestial Dynasty was nothing more than this, which made one of the supervisors angry and retorted.
"I can't wait for the most mediocre person among the students in Daxia. When it comes to poetry, our dynasty has a prodigy called Yumao. If you have the ability, you can go and compete with Uncle Yongfeng. By the way, don't say that the dynasty is bullying you. Young, in terms of age, the youngest of you is more than seven or eight years older than Uncle Yongfeng."
"The Royal Cat Jia Cong, I've heard of it."
Shimazu Hisayama speaks Chinese very well, and his poetry is also first-rate. But just judging from the performance of ridiculing the students of the Imperial College just now, it can be seen that this person is an extremely arrogant person.
He laughed provocatively and said slowly: "Unfortunately, I am also a child prodigy in our country. I started learning at the age of three and recited poetry at the age of five. I really want to meet the child prodigy of the Chinese dynasty, the Master Yumao, but I just don't know him. Do you dare to compete with me?"
Wow!
The whole Xiyin Building was in an uproar. Instead of showing any anger, many people burst out laughing.
When it comes to martial arts competition, Jia Cong is young after all, and any young man who can beat him in the capital can be lined up outside the city from Daxia Gate.
But when it comes to poetry, who dares to disagree with Jia Cong?
This Japanese is really arrogant. Not to mention Mr. Cong, even the girls in Rongguo Mansion are all good at poetry.
Everyone in the capital knew that Jia Cong was good at "composing poetry", but Shimazu Hisama had only heard some legends.
Based on his experience of overpowering talented people from various vassals in front of the emperor, he simply did not believe that he would lose to an eleven-year-old boy in terms of poetry.
When he heard the ridicule from the Daxia people in the audience, Shimazu Hisama became angry and even shouted that no one in the capital could beat him in poetry, including the cat-taming uncle.
Listening to the clamor on the high platform, the Supreme Emperor laughed and said to Jia Congnu: "There are people in the capital who are more arrogant than Lao Shisan. How is this allowed? Go, don't let him live!"
Jia Cong curled his lips and responded disdainfully: "Don't worry, Lord Saint, I will go and let him know what it means to have a salary outside the world..."
Before she finished speaking, the gauze of the side room next to her was suddenly pulled open. Daiyu, wearing a sky-blue palace dress, stood in front of the wooden railing and said coldly: "Compared with Brother Cong, are you worthy? Beat this county first." The Lord will speak again!”
Wow!
"It's actually the Lord of Wen'an County! Oh my God, I actually met the legendary Lord of Wen'an County!"
"Mr. Lin's daughter is actually so beautiful, with peerless beauty. It's a pity that I found out too late. Otherwise..."
"Hush, don't say it, don't say it, be careful of Uncle Yongfeng finding out."
"Can County Lord Lin win?"
"I don't know, but County Master Lin is from the Lin family in Gusu, so his literary talent is definitely not bad."
The gauze in the box was removed, Daiyu did not wear a veil, her eyebrows were slightly angry, and her peerless beauty was revealed in front of everyone. Many people felt their hearts skip a beat, not to mention Shimazu Hisama, who was facing Daiyu's cold and angry words.
Staring blankly at Daiyu who was leaning on the railing and slightly angry, she didn't know how to respond for a long time. It was Shimazu Kumi who coughed lightly to remind him, and stepped forward in person to say: "It turns out to be the Lord of Wen'an County. Does the County Lord intend to compete for Uncle Yongfeng? Or is it that Uncle Yongfeng is afraid of losing and does not dare to challenge."
"Yelang's arrogance is just right for you Japanese people. Go and ask, who in the entire Great Xia dares to compete with Brother Cong about poetry. Besides, Brother Cong is the hereditary uncle Yongfeng of the country. He is Who? Is he worthy enough to challenge Brother Cong?"
Daiyu knew better than anyone present that Jia Cong had countless amazing poems in his head. How could a man who could recite poems about the country in his sleep humiliate the Japanese so much?
She snorted softly: "Do you want to compete? The county master came out to challenge me to give you face, so don't be ungrateful!"
"What County Lord Lin said is that these Japanese people are really arrogant."
"It's a pity that I can't write poetry, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get County Lord Lin to condescend to take action."
"That's what I say, but I'm still very grateful to this Yelang. At least I can't see County Master Lin on weekdays, hahahaha~"
"Mom, I finally understand a word!"
"Son, what words did you understand?"
"Love at first sight..."
Snapped!
"Shut up, mother, and behave like your father. On the day Miss Jia Jiamin got married, that bastard of your father seemed to have lost his soul..."
Shimazu Hisama is still obsessed with Daiyu's beauty and can't extricate himself, but Shimazu Kumi has already felt Daiyu's contempt for her and the Japanese.
She was secretly angry and jealous of Daiyu.
The dignified daughter of the Shimazu family had just performed a dance, but had not received applause from the people of Daxia. However, this daughter of the Lin family actually won the admiration and support of many people present just because she showed her face.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Shimazu Kumi responded with a stern face: "Since Wen'an County Lord wants to compete, then Satsuma Domain will accompany the county Lord to try. Second brother..."
"Huh? Oh, yes!"
Shimazu Hisama finally returned to normal, put on a gentle look, and waited for Daiyu to come downstairs to compete.
Unexpectedly, Daiyu had no intention of going on, and said directly: "Come on the question, the county master likes to solve it quickly."
Shimazu Hisama, who had been waiting for a close encounter, suddenly felt disappointed, followed by a kind of anger that was ignored.
It's a pity that it will only be incompetent and furious, because even the scholars who are the judges think this is normal. How can you, a Japanese, get close contact with the majestic county head of the imperial dynasty?
Shimazu Kumi didn't waste any time this time. He took out a scroll, opened it and said, "This is the title of the painting, and any poem can be used."
The maid unfolded the scroll, showed it to everyone, and then specially sent it to the box for the nobles in the box to read it again, and then hung it up on the high platform.
The Emperor was still a little worried that Daiyu would lose, but he saw Jia Cong smiling and confidently saying: "Unless Shimazu Hisama can write a shocking poem, Sister Lin will definitely win."
Why? Because the painting shows a woman in palace attire holding a small medicine hoe to bury the petals blown off the branches by the wind and rain.
If Jia Cong hadn't grown up with Daiyu, he would have almost suspected that Daiyu painted this painting herself.
Shimazu Hisama was still thinking about the words, but Daiyu had already started writing.
This painting is quite good. Daiyu always feels an inexplicable familiarity, as if the scene in the painting has appeared in a dream.
It was so familiar that she didn't even have to think about it, a poem just popped into her head.
“When the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will feel pity for them when the red flowers disappear and the fragrance disappears?
The soft hairspring is tied to the floating spring pavilion, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring, and is filled with melancholy.
Hands hoe the flowers out of the embroidered curtain, and bear to step on the fallen flowers to come and go?
Willow silk and elm pods are fragrant, regardless of peach blossoms and Li Fei.
The peaches and plums will bloom again next year. Who will be in my boudoir next year?
…”
The poem was very long, and Daiyu felt a faint pain in her heart as she wrote it. It seemed that the poem was about herself, making it difficult for her to understand why she felt this way.
Until a familiar breath suddenly appeared next to her, and when she glanced up while writing, it was Jia Cong standing beside her, smiling at her.
The heartache suddenly disappeared, and Daiyu just finished writing the last sentence.
"Once the beauty is gone in spring, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die without knowing it!"
"The poems are very good, but Sister Lin should not write such sad poems in the future."
Jia Cong held Daiyu's hand, took up his pen and added three words in the poem: Song of Burying Flowers.
"Sister Lin, what do you think of this topic?"
Daiyu shook Jia Cong's hand back, raised her eyebrows slightly, and responded with a smile: "It couldn't be more suitable."
…
Shimazu Hisama, who was on the high platform, finally had an idea. He was just about to pick up his pen and start writing when he saw a maid walking up to the high platform holding a poem manuscript.
"My servant has paid homage to Zeng Daru and Luo Daru, and has met all gentlemen. My county master has already written it, please take a look at it!"
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I’ll stop updating here tonight and continue tomorrow. Good night.
(End of chapter)
