"Zhijie, Jingde, why are you two in such a mess?"
Everyone looked at Erhei of the Tang Dynasty. Yuchi Jingde's voice was hoarse and he could not speak. Cheng Zhijie was about the same, pointing at his blue eyes and talking and gesticulating. No one could understand him.
Li Erlian asked in confusion: "I'm not asking about your eyes, what's wrong with your mouths?"
Everyone burst into laughter, it was so weird, with blue eyes and red lips, it was like the image of green faces and fangs from hell. Especially General Cheng Zhijie, his lips turned outwards and were swollen like two sausages hanging from his lips. Every word spoken was as painful as torture.
In the end, they had no choice but to point their fingers at Xiao Yu, saying it was all his fault. Just ask him.
Xiao Yu:...? ? ? It's not my business?
At this time, Li Jing, the Secretary of the Ministry of War, smiled and came to the rescue and said: "Your Majesty, the general meaning of the two generals is that the eyes were accidentally knocked, and the mouth was caused by eating too much spicy food at Xiao Xiang's house. Is that true?"
Uh-huh! Cheng Yaojin nodded repeatedly, absolutely right.
Everyone laughed louder, and even Li Er didn't hold back. He laughed and scolded: "How can you be like this after eating spicy food? How much is your future? Okay, I'll give you a day off today. Go back and rest."
The two left the scene happily amidst the laughter of everyone. What's wrong with being hopeless? What we had yesterday was quite enjoyable. We have never been so happy in our lives!
Cheng Yaojin touched his friend with his shoulder and winked, saying he wanted to go have a drink?
Yuchi Gong grimaced in pain, shook his head, and pursed his lips in the direction of the Imperial Palace Hospital.
understood! Let’s go together! It's the same for me. I feel like it's burning when I urinate. I asked Old Man Wang to prescribe some medicine.
In the court, Kong Yingda, a doctor of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, was the first to stand up and said, "Congratulations to Your Majesty, our Tang Dynasty has produced a hero with unparalleled poetic talent."
"Oh? Kong Aiqing, who is this hero?"
Everyone looked at Xiao Yu, Kong Yingda said with a smile: "Xiao Xiang, this time, you can't say you don't know anymore. Come out with that masterpiece, right?"
I...I didn't bring it!
"Didn't bring it? Impossible! You obviously kept it close to your body and wanted to hold it in your arms even when you slept. It's impossible that you didn't bring it!" Yao Silian retorted loudly.
All civil servants are making a fuss, and some are even brave enough to come and tear them apart.
Emperor Li Er was stunned. He patted the imperial case and stopped everyone, "What does it look like? Kong Aiqing, take the lead and tell the story again."
Kong Yingda cleared his throat, saluted respectfully and said: "Then I will simply recite it: Xia Ke Xing: Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang Xueming..."
After reading a poem, the hall was completely silent, everyone was immersed in the atmosphere of this beautiful poem. Even the generals listened with gusto.
Emperor Li Er stroked his palm and praised: "Wonderful! What a chivalrous song! Kong Aiqing, is this your masterpiece?"
"Ah? Me? I don't dare. I report back to Your Majesty. I don't dare to pretend to claim it. This is a masterpiece by Xiao Rui, the son of Xiao Xiang. The original work is hidden in Xiao Xiang's arms. The poem is one of them, and the calligraphy of that piece is unprecedented. It’s a masterpiece!”
Everyone looked at Xiao Yu again. This time it was different. Even some generals were interested and wanted to take action.
Xiao Yu quickly explained: "No, it really doesn't. It's just a child's humble work of practicing calligraphy. Today I asked people to hang it outside the house and solicit essays from Quan Chang'an to see who can write a poem that surpasses Quan Zi. I asked for advice yesterday. Many gentlemen want you to teach Quanzi, but no one is willing, so I can only take this approach. This is also Quanzi's request."
What? ? ?
After learning the whole story, everyone was in an uproar!
The emperor laughed out loud, "Xiao Aiqing, are you looking for a husband, or are you showing off your son? Such a poem is comparable to Cao Zijian's rebirth. Who can you ask to write a poem that surpasses it in a short period of time?"
At this time, Kong Yingda stood up and said: "Your Majesty, I apologize, there are some things at home that need to be dealt with back..."
"Oh? Kong Aiqing, do you need my help? You're welcome!"
"No, no, I can do it alone. Thank you for your concern. I will take my leave."
Soon, Yao Silian, Yu Shinan, Xu Jingzong, etc., many people left the court with excuses. Li Er was confused. What was going on?
Yan Shigu asked Xiao Yu with a smile: "Brother Shi Wen, why don't you go back and take a look? It's too late, I'm afraid your 'recruiting talents' notice will be taken away!"
Everyone suddenly realized that it turned out that these people didn't have something to do at home, but were here for Xiao Yu's poems?
Old God Xiao Yu stroked his beard and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I sent a team of people with knives to guard them, so they can't be thrown away. And the applicants don't need to reveal the names, they just need to write down the corresponding poems and leave them for me to review."
Everyone burst into laughter, you are an old guy who is so smart, so those people who left the show early, didn’t they lose their money?
"Come on, come on. If you have anything to report, please come up and discuss it. If the discussion is over as soon as possible, let's go and watch it." The emperor also became interested.
Kaihuafang outside the Zhuque Gate in Chang'an City, a normally crowded street, is now full of people. There are three floors inside and three floors outside. People are still pouring in. From time to time, you can hear people reading poems and cheering!
On Zhuque Street, an ox cart drove slowly by, and the driver had to go with it with great difficulty. The white-haired old man in the bullock cart was curious and asked what happened.
The entourage went down to inquire, and came back with a piece of poetry. "Sir, it's a piece of poetry." The son of Song Guogong recruited a private school teacher, but he posted a piece of poetry, claiming that he wanted to make a poem and be more talented than this one. Qualified. If you ask me, that's a bit too loud. Since ancient times, masters have chosen their disciples. How can anyone be so disrespectful of etiquette?"
The white-haired master in the car chuckled and said: "That's mediocre talent! For talented people, the master chooses the apprentice, and the disciple also chooses the teacher!"
As he spoke, he looked at the poem in his hand.
"Sir, sir?"
A burst of hearty laughter came from the car: "Okay! Okay, wonderful! What a Baishou Taixuan Sutra! This guy has understood the true meaning of scholarship, which is amazing!"
"Sir, he served as the emperor's teacher twice. The Duke of Song is also a powerful person. His Majesty invites you to enter the palace and set up a Hongwen Hall to teach princes and powerful people. The son of Duke Song will also be your student, right? Why do they need to publish another list?"
The old master stroked his beard and said: "Children, don't be complacent in your studies, let alone rely on your status and look down upon everyone in the world. Although I, Li Gang, have served as emperor's teacher for two times, I am only appointed by the imperial court. Not only the rich and powerful can teach me. In fact, , I would rather go deep into the common people and be an ordinary gentleman. Alas..."
After saying that, he put down the poem, waved his hand, and motioned for the bullock cart to continue walking until he entered the palace.
It turned out that inside the car was the famous prince killer, Mr. Li Gang and Li Wenji, a great scholar in the country. He taught Prince Yang Yong during the reign of Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty, and then Yang Yong was deposed. During the Tang Dynasty, he taught the former Prince Jiancheng, and then Jiancheng was killed... This man The old man is really unlucky.
In one day, Xiao Rui's name spread throughout Chang'an City and became the target of countless young people.
In the palace garden, after seeing Xiao Rui's handwriting, Li Er was also moved. He loved calligraphy the most in his life. It was impossible not to be greedy when he saw such sharp new calligraphy, but he couldn't compete with the ministers for copybooks, right?
So, Li Er quietly found his youngest daughter, Princess Changle, and the father and daughter whispered for a while.
