It's really useless.
Zhou Zhi was sitting behind the ministers, watching Xu Qie stand up, and then respectfully said that he was not as good as Cheng Xingmou, cursing secretly in his heart.
Seeing Cheng Xingmou's face full of anger, then surprised, uneasy, and a little confused, Zhou Zhi cursed again and again in his heart.
Xu Qie's words completely calmed down the entire questioning storm.
The parties involved stopped talking, and no one else could use their strength.
The battle for the No. 1 pick has now come to an end, and no one can make any more waves out of it.
Although Zhou Zhi did not intervene in this matter at first, he also knew that it was the Lu family of Fan Yang and the Zheng family of Xingyang who had used their power secretly to cause the current situation.
It's a pity that the whole thing came to an abrupt end before Lu and Zheng fully exerted their strength.
Fortunately, the aftermath was still lingering, so he made a convenient move today, but unfortunately, he was easily dismissed by the King of Nanchang.
It's really a pity. If this matter can cause a bigger storm, then it would be great if he could use this storm to do that thing.
But despite this, today's matter is not over yet.
Zhou Zhi glanced at the crowd. At this moment, an elderly scholar in his fifties with gray hair came out from behind the banquet table.
"Du Ming of Fenzhou, I have met Li Gong and the King of Nanchang." Du Ming cupped his hands towards Li Jingxuan and Li Xuan and said sincerely: "Today the young elders are gathering together, and all the wise men are here. Du has heard about the great reputation of the King of Nanchang for a long time. , I wonder if I can ask the King of Nanchang to write a poem on his hand to remember the grand occasion."
In an instant, countless people's eyes fell on Li Xuan.
Li Xuan took a deep look at Du Ming. In an instant, his face was full of embarrassment. At the same time, he smiled bitterly and said to everyone: "If you are writing poems and lyrics, I can do it in an instant, but when it comes to writing Fu , I am good at right and wrong, if I force myself to do it, I am afraid that I may not be able to achieve it in a whole day."
Fu includes long narratives and short lyrical pieces, so they vary in length and word count.
For example, Ban Gu's "Liangdu Fu", Cao Zhi's "Luo Shen Fu", Sima Xiangru's "Shanglin Fu", etc., all of them have more than a thousand words.
The recently famous "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" by Wang Bo also has more than 700 words.
Li Xuan didn't remember many famous poems through the ages, and it was really difficult to fit them into the context of the scene.
If someone is giving him a hard time, you only need to read all the poems Li Xuan has written to know that he has never written a poem.
Seeing that Du Ming was still about to say something, Li Xuan waved her hands and said with a gentle smile: "The protagonist of today's matter is not me, but all of you here. It's inconvenient for me to overshadow the guest, so why don't I write a poem today?" , how about giving it to you as a souvenir?"
There were all smart people present. When Li Xuan said this, how could they not understand the strangeness of this.
If I really want Li Xuan to write a poem, it doesn't matter if I do it casually. If I really want to write it well, the whole day will be short. Maybe everyone's eyes will fall on Li Xuan. If nothing else, just like Li Xuan. As Xuan said, it will inevitably overwhelm the guest.
What's more, whoever does well today will be rewarded by the King of Nanchang, and everyone will immediately feel that something is wrong.
Cheng Xingmou stood up first, raised his hands to Li Xuan and said, "Thank you for your good intentions and profound intentions. We respectfully listen to your work."
Xu Qi, and Zhuge Minghui stood up at the same time, cupped their hands towards Li Xuan and said: "We respectfully listen to your master's work."
"Everyone, sit down." Li Xuan stretched out her hand to signal, then turned to look at Li Jingxuan, who looked solemn and nodded.
Li Xuan gestured gently, then looked at everyone, picked up the pen, and wrote on the rice paper.
After finishing writing, Li Xuan passed it to Li Jingxuan who was standing aside. Li Jingxuan took a look at it and couldn't help but read: "It's not enough to boast about being sordid in the past, but now there is no limit to the dissolute thoughts. The spring breeze is proud of the horseshoes, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day."
Li Jingxuan looked at Li Xuan in surprise and sighed: "The King of Nanchang is really talented. After being admitted, he became the most popular Jinshi in the world."
"A man wants to fulfill his life ambitions and read the Five Classics diligently in front of the window." Li Xuan smiled, looked at everyone, and said solemnly: "Everyone, I, the King, will be waiting for you here next year."
Although today there is an intention to entertain those who have been promoted to Jinshi, many of them still want to comfort those who have failed and keep their words to their original purpose.
After Li Xuan finished speaking, he raised his wine glass, turned to look at Li Jingxuan, and said respectfully: "Mr. Jingxuan, please!"
"Please!" Li Jingxuan nodded with satisfaction, then looked at the many scholars present, raised his glass and said: "Everyone, please!"
"Please!" Many scholars raised their glasses at the same time, looking at Li Xuan with eyes full of shock and admiration.
…
The sordid past is not worthy of praise, but today the dissolute thoughts have no limit.
The spring breeze is so proud that the horse's hooves are so fast that I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.
Zhou Zhi put the rice paper with "After Admission" on one side, looked at the pretty Qiniang opposite, and asked: "Do you think the King of Nanchang can do Fu?"
Qiniang put away the rice paper respectfully, then placed it on a low table on one side. She looked up at the roof of the awning boat and said softly: "How can a person with such an amazing poetic talent not be able to write a poem? He just writes poems." It’s just about doing a great job.”
Although Zhou Zhi didn't want to admit it, he still nodded and said: "The King of Nanchang is amazingly talented. No matter how poor his talent is, he is still much better than the average person. It's just that he is not good enough. He may even be better. He is just hiding his clumsiness. That’s all.”
Qiniang meekly gave Zhou Zhi a glass of warm wine, and then leaned against his side softly.
She looked beyond Zhou Zhi to the outside, Qujiang Pool. She had visited Qujiang Pool when she was young, but she had never been here again since she was banished to the palace.
He has never even left the sight of the palace and the Jiaofangsi.
It was rare that today I was allowed to travel to Qujiang with Zhou Lang, although some of the calculations behind this were disturbing.
Zhou Zhi stretched out his hand to hold Qiniang in his arms and said softly: "No matter what, let's just follow this poem by King Nanchang and enjoy the lake."
"Yeah!" Qiniang responded softly.
Zhou Zhi sat in the awning boat and looked out at the cruise ships moving slowly on the lake. Most of them carried musicians and dancers. Some were boating and drinking while enjoying the music and dance; some were mixed with ladies, laughing and playing. , show off their romantic style; some three or five people take off their hats and shoes, and drink to excess.
Zhou Zhi's mind was elsewhere. No matter what happened today, his goal was achieved.
A poem by the King of Nanchang was sung all over the city in an instant. Unknowingly, more and more people came to Qujiang Pool.
When fishing in troubled waters, it is much more convenient to do it once.
I don’t know who came this time. The Tubo people communicated with him through the people of Wanxiang Pavilion before, but Wanxiang Pavilion was severely damaged by the King of Nanchang a few days ago, and even their pavilion master was borrowed by Ming Chongyan. The Chang'an magic circle was severely damaged.
So, are they coming from Tibet?
The sky was gradually turning dark, and Zhou Zhi's face became increasingly ugly. He had obviously put enough signs on the ship, but why hadn't people come yet?
Zhou Zhi put a hand on Qiniang's neck and stroked it gently. Qiniang leaned gently into Zhou Zhi's arms, as if she didn't know that her neck would be easily broken if Zhou Zhi used force. .
But Zhou Zhi never took action.
Because he knew that if Qiniang really died here, those people in Qinxiangyuan would definitely dig everything out, and they had enough means.
They sent Qiniang, who was never allowed to leave Qinxiang Garden, to his side just to make him obedient.
Just to make him guarantee that this news will be delivered to the Tibetan people today.
This news is of greater use to them...
The surrounding cruise ships were gradually dispersing, and Zhou Zhi slowly breathed a sigh of relief. There was nothing he could do if no one came.
Today is just because of the Qujiang banquet after the palace examination, the curfew has been extended by one hour, it does not mean that there will be no curfew tonight.
Zhou Zhi didn't wait any longer. As soon as the scheduled time came, he immediately got on the carriage and returned to Pingkangfang. He wanted to send Qiniang back to Qinxiang Garden.
This matter also needs to be talked about.
…
Sitting in the carriage, Qiniang raised the window and took a look outside, and said softly: "Mr. Zhou, it's raining."
"Huh?" Zhou Zhi froze for a moment, then subconsciously followed the car window to look outside, and saw that the entire city of Chang'an was silently shrouded in a curtain of rain.
Drizzle, spring rain.
"Spring rain is as precious as oil!" Zhou Zhi sighed softly, then looked away, and when he turned his head, he froze on the spot.
Qiniang had passed out at some point, and next to Qiniang, squatting was a short-bearded man wearing an ocher double-breasted robe who had appeared at some point. The man was holding a short knife in his hand, and his face was covered with blood. He looked at Zhou Zhi playfully.
"Hero, spare your life, spare your life." Zhou Zhi immediately raised his hands with fear on his face.
Although he has some cultivation, he is a civil servant and he is not good at killing.
The visitor looked at Zhou Zhi with a sneer, and snorted disdainfully: "You should know what I'm here for, is it something?"
The corners of Zhou Zhi's eyes suddenly jumped wildly, but he still asked with an innocent face: "Hero, what are you talking about, what is it... Whatever you want, I have everything here."
At the same time as he spoke, Zhou Zhi quickly took out his money bag, sachet, waist badge, and all the accessories, but there were none of the things the visitor mentioned.
The visitor's face suddenly turned gloomy.
But then, he suddenly came to his senses, and then he carefully took out a blue money bag from his body, threw it directly, and said in a deep voice: "The money you want is all in there, you can count it yourself, and there will be no difference."
Zhou Zhi's face suddenly became solemn. He carefully picked up the money bag and opened it in front of the visitor.
There are thirty chapters in total, each one is a money order of one thousand guan.
The money order belongs to the largest Tongyuan counter in Chang'an. This kind is very special. Only money orders are recognized for deposits and withdrawals, not the person, and no voucher is required.
The most important thing is that the numbers here are absolutely correct.
Zhou Zhi finally breathed a sigh of relief. He picked out a wooden hairpin among the ornaments with the tail finger of his right hand, and then looked at the person who came.
The visitor's expression suddenly relaxed, then he carefully picked up the wooden hairpin, then raised his head and looked at Zhou Zhi.
Zhou Zhi twisted his hands, and the visitor immediately understood.
However, he did not open the wooden hairpin immediately. For such a short wooden hairpin, even if there is clear information, the font must be extremely small.
As soon as he turned back his hand, the wooden hairpin disappeared.
Raising his head slightly, the visitor saw Zhou Zhi looking at him warily.
He smiled, waved his hand, and said softly: "Don't worry, we will need you again in the future."
After saying this, the person immediately opened the window and was about to jump out, but at the moment he was about to jump out, a cold arrow was shot from the front.
In an instant, the long arrow had grazed his neck and flew directly into the heavy rain behind him.
A crisp sound of horse hooves resounded on the rainy long street.
In the blur, a figure came over.
(End of chapter)
