"Jiang Li, put away your arrogant temper, be cautious and be humble!"
In front of the gate of Zhenwu Hou Mansion, Jiang Shirong's voice was like a bell and a cauldron, sternly admonishing, and his words were rigid and strict, just like a strict father who cherishes his children.
"Jiang Li takes the order!"
Jiang Li's expression remained normal. After hearing his father's order, he walked out of the crowd.
For a time, many eyes fell on him, including curiosity, disdain and secret laughter.
Everyone in the Hou Mansion knew that although Jiang Li had studied Confucianism since he was a child, he had never been to the Hou Mansion Academy for a day. He just immersed himself in self-study, so how could he have any real talent?
What's more, Jiang Li is just a young scholar with no literary talent, while the fourteenth son Jiang Xuanyao is a real master of the country.
According to the laws of the Dazhou Dynasty, people can be promoted to officials, and they can enjoy various rights such as tax reduction and exemption from corvee, and they do not have to kneel when they meet officials.
It is clear at a glance which of the two is higher and who is lower!
As for the poem that came out of the Hou Mansion, who can be sure that it was definitely written by Jiang Li?
the other side.
In full view of everyone, Jiang Li had already walked to Princess Yunle's carriage, "Brother Fourteen, let's begin!"
"You don't need to prepare?"
Jiang Xuanlin was a little surprised. At this moment, dedicating poems to the princess was no small matter. It not only showed his literary talent, but also showed Emperor Jing the posture and attitude of Zhenwuhou Mansion.
Once sensitive words appear in poems and make Emperor Jing and the royal family dissatisfied, the consequences can be very serious.
Even Jiang Xuanlin must be careful.
"It's just poetry, it's not about making suggestions for the court. Brother Fourteen is the first to write poetry, so he should present his poetry to the princess first!"
Jiang Li's tone was calm, neither humble nor arrogant.
But the seemingly careless look made Jiang Shirong frown slightly, and he was very unhappy. However, he was very profound and could not express his emotions.
"The fifteenth brother is confident and must be sure of victory. As the saying goes, a gentleman does not take away the beauty of others. Let the fifteenth brother give the opportunity to present poems to the princess first. As my brother is not very talented, I might as well take this opportunity to learn a thing or two!"
Jiang Xuanlin's eyes flickered, but he gave up the opportunity.
If Jiang Lizhen's literary talents were as good as his own, Jiang Xuanlin would naturally not give in.
But he knew the details of Jiang Li. Because of his mother's death, Jiang Li had studied Confucianism since he was a child in order to become an official. His main focus was on classics and history, and he had very little exposure to poetry and poetry.
Let Jiang Li present his poem first, which is just a way to attract others.
"Thank you, Brother Fourteen, for making it happen!"
Jiang Li nodded and pondered slightly. Many poems and songs from his previous life appeared in his mind. Suddenly, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and chanted: "High in Gaoli Mountain, there are millet and millet. Emperor Shun, united with Yao and Xuande!"
His voice is ups and downs, and his words are straight and round, like the rhyme of Lin Lai Quan, with lingering notes.
Everyone in front of the house had different reactions.
Jiang Shirong remained serious and cold as ever.
Sima Wen nodded slightly. These four lines of poetry were quite satisfactory and there was nothing special about them.
Jiang Xuanlin smiled coldly. This first sentence alone was much inferior to the poem he had prepared.
When writing poetry under such circumstances, one should soar to the sky, become a blockbuster, and proceed step by step, which is already one step away!
At this time, I heard Jiang Li continue to sing: "Five codes restrain the followers, and four gates Yimu. The great road is about to be completed, and the world is for the common good!"
"The great road is about to be fulfilled, and the world is for the common good!"
As soon as Jiang Li's poem came out, everyone present's eyes lit up. They felt that this sentence had a profound meaning and contained the beautiful vision of the implementation of the great road and the harmony of the world.
Jiang Shirong turned slightly sideways, his expression gradually becoming more solemn, and Sima Wen was even more attentive, listening.
"I have great honours, select talents and put them to use. My emperor will follow them, and there will be no skill or ease. Suijue's products will be gathered together, and one will be shining brightly. Thousands of radiances will reach the top, and ten will follow."
Jiang Li's voice was loud and sonorous: "The great unity is the light and the dragon. My emperor follows it, and the holy plan is booming. Nahuang is diligent and diligent, and he has done all the research. The six sects are greedy, and the five sects are listed."
Everyone felt relaxed and happy after listening to it, and they were all immersed in the ideals of the world being for the public, selecting talents and talents, adhering to faith and cultivating harmony, and governing the prosperous age shown in the poem.
Especially the disciples of the royal clan were even more excited and excited, and their eyes towards Jiang Li changed subtly.
Only He Loushi and Jiang Xuanlin looked increasingly gloomy.
"The lins and phoenixes are lined up, and the incense is draped on the snow. The barbarians from all over the world accept the ancestors, and the nine surroundings are cut off. The former savior was born in Zhuqian."
As Jiang Li's voice gradually rose, the poem showed another picture of the prosperous Zhou Dynasty and the coming of all nations.
Everyone was in a trance, as if they were immersed in the scene, so honored and fortunate!
"The same goes for longevity and spring." Jiang Li moved his energy to his Dantian, word by word, his voice was as loud as a bell, but it filled the ears with the sound of clouds and beams: "Ten thousand years, ten thousand years!"
"The same goes for a good longevity, ten thousand years and ten thousand years!"
Sima Wen was so excited that he couldn't help but cheer loudly. His eyes were shining, and he looked at Jiang Li like an unparalleled treasure or a peerless jade.
Compared with Jiang Li's eulogy, Jiang Xuanlin's poems are simply vulgar and unpalatable.
"Good poem, good words!"
The royal family members present also cheered and discussed. Some chanted repeatedly, and some took pens, inks, paper and inkstones and lay on the ground to record the poems sentence by sentence. However, more people were still immersed in the prosperous scene shown in the poems and could not extricate themselves.
They all have the blood of the Great Zhou royal family, so they naturally expect the Great Zhou Dynasty to become the most prosperous royal court in history.
"Impossible, how could he compose such poetry? How can a son born from a cheap concubine deserve to have such literary talent and grace?"
Jiang Xuanlin was trembling and his face was pale.
Every time Jiang Li recited a line of poetry, it was like a sharp knife inserted directly into his literary mind that had been forged after fifteen years of hard study.
One after another, his Wen Xin was almost cut into pieces and riddled with holes.
Even if Jiang Li was ten times or a hundred times superior to him, he would not be moved by the rhetoric and quotations.
However, the spirit and charm shown in Jiang Li's poems are natural and cannot be forged by hard study.
This kind of magnanimity and layout originate from the marrow and blend into the heart.
Jiang Xuanlin knew that he would be unattainable throughout his life!
What a despair!
Jiang Xuanlin retreated step by step, and he could feel that the literary energy in his body was dissipating little by little.
"Lin'er!"
Helou saw this scene in his eyes and nervously rushed over to support Jiang Xuanlin, but was stopped by Jiang Shirong's head-on gaze.
Jiang Shirong looked at his son, who was standing in the spotlight in the princess's sedan chair, his eyes were calm, only his eyes were slightly narrowed.
"Good poems should be rewarded!"
From inside the sedan chair, Princess Yun Le's voice came out, clear and sweet, concise and to the point.
A female official came out and said in a loud voice: "Your Majesty Jiang Li presented his poems, Princess Yunle gave a special reward of one hundred taels of red gold, ten pieces of brocade, ten cicada-winged swords, ten ingots of five-stone gilt lacquer, smoked ink, five ivory wolf-hair pens, A purple gold stone inkstone, a divine arm bow, thirty cold iron arrows, a red dragon scale sword, and a wind-chasing horse!"
"Princess Yunle came to the Marquis Mansion, and the first person to reward her was Jiang Li?"
"The Fourteenth Young Master hasn't read his poems yet, so he may not be any worse than Jiang Li!"
Seeing the reward from Princess Yunle, all the people in the Hou Mansion present made an uproar and were extremely surprised.
Although the news of Jiang Li moving into Lanhong Pavilion has spread in the Hou Mansion, the Marquis is still as cold to Jiang Li as ever. The servants in the Hou Mansion are secretly guessing the reason, which now seems to be gradually becoming clear.
Jiang Li, the most unpopular and despicable bastard in the Hou family, actually relied on Princess Yunle, a towering tree!
"Please ask the young Marquis Xuanlin to recite a poem. If the young Marquis's literary talent is better than Jiang Li's, I will give you a more precious treasure!"
Just when everyone in the Hou Mansion had different thoughts, Princess Yunle's voice sounded again.
