As the poems were read out one after another, Xu Que's eyelids started to twitch a bit. If these people hadn't kept shouting "Okay"... he might have fallen asleep.
"The new work of Mr. Qu Xian: The Xiaochi is reorganized and the misbehavior is not good. The trial horse goes down the mountain with the scent of flowers. It is better to stand for a long time and the day is long. It is better to be far away. When you are empty and doubtful, you will know the difficulties."
"Okay!" All the scribes stood up and applauded at the same time.
Ou Daojiang smiled and said: "What an empty doubt, it is easy to understand the difficulty. This finishing touch is a stroke of genius! It seems that this poem should be the first in this grand gathering... It is indeed the first among the ten outstanding figures in our capital. Still. Have it?"
"Mr. Hui, there is another song, written by Mr. Xu..." The young reader looked strange and bowed to answer.
"It's just a poem written by a playboy. I'm afraid it will stain our ears when I read it." Mr. Lu disdainfully said: "Let's directly evaluate the top ten..."
"Ha ha"
Everyone laughed. Many people had the same idea as Mr. Lu. After all, what could a person without literary background write?
"Think about it." Qu Xian said with a trace of disdain on his lips: "After all, someone else wrote it. Even if it's not good, we still have to know the lower limit of this poem."
Qu Xian's words caused laughter again, especially the "lower limit" in his mouth, which was definitely the most damaging criticism!
Ou Daojiang shook his head and smiled, and waved his hand to the young man who was reading the manuscript: "Literature is so vast that it can accommodate all things, and even the lower limit is considered a happy smile, think about it!"
The reader bowed slightly, but his expression was not very good because he never smiled.
"Feng Chao played the Nine Heavens..."
As soon as I read the first sentence, all the scribes present were stunned. It was really a poem, and the beginning of the sentence was by no means ordinary!
"I was demoted to Beijiang Road for 80,000 yuan in the evening..."
Ou Daojiang, Qu Xian and others were stunned. These two sentences were not simple!
"If you want to eliminate evil things for the sage, you are not loyal and virtuous in the court!"
Everyone in Piaoxiang Tower was confused, and they all had an incredible feeling. There was only one thought in their hearts, that is, was this poem really written by that playboy?
The famous prostitutes hiding in the attic room were also startled. They leaned close to the doors and windows and their eyes fell on Xu Que in the scene.
"good!"
A cheer sounded from the corner, followed by many more cheers, one after another.
Chen Gongzi and others and Qu Xian are all people who wear the same pair of trousers. He couldn't praise it, but he was also shocked by the artistic conception of this poem, because these four sentences completely crushed them!
Xu Que pressed his hands to the applauding people around him, then raised his hands to Ou Daojiang and said with a smile: "Old sir, this poem has eight lines, and there are the last four lines. Please finish reading it!"
Ou Daojiang's expression was not very good. He raised his eyebrows and said to the young man reading the manuscript: "Read it!"
The young man who was reading the manuscript didn't care anymore. Anyway, it was you who always asked me to read it. He picked up the poem and continued to read: "Where is Yun Heng's home in Beiling? The three towns are surrounded by snow and the horses are not moving forward. I know you came from afar, so I should have some intention. Okay. Collect my bones by the Yangtze River."
As soon as the last four sentences came out, the whole audience was silent. If the first four sentences are about ambition, then the last four sentences have a tragic feeling.
"I know you came from afar, so you can collect my bones by the Yangtze River. What a good saying, I can collect my bones by the Yangtze River! Time is also destiny!" An old man sitting in the corner of the first floor sighed.
He stood up gently, as if the people around him couldn't see him. He waved his right hand in the air, and two golden characters "Yu Feng" appeared out of thin air. The entire Piaoxiang Tower was suddenly swept by strong winds, and the literati were also blown around. Have absolutely no idea what's going on.
The wind came and went even faster. In the blink of an eye, the old man took advantage of the wind and disappeared into the Piaoxiang Tower.
"Cultural and Sports Realm! Which Confucian senior?" Ou Daojiang was shocked and quickly stood up and looked into the air.
The scribes present adjusted their clothes and had question marks on their faces. However, after hearing Ou Daojiang's words, they all raised their heads and looked at the night sky outside.
The night sky was extremely quiet at the moment, with only a few stars twinkling.
Xu Que's heart was greatly moved. Others may not have seen the old man clearly, but he could see it very clearly, because the smiling old man's last look was just for him.
Is this a great scholar of the generation? He disappeared between heaven and earth in the blink of an eye. This was much more powerful than his Taoist master... This was the direction he yearned for!
Xu Que withdrew his longing gaze and slowly looked at Ou Daojiang: "Mr. Ou, does the poem I wrote with ease satisfy your discernment?"
Xu Que's words were definitely a slap in the face... Collusion? Playing a conspiracy? Don’t even look at what’s behind him!
Ou Daojiang's face turned red and he pretended to cough to relieve himself.
"Xu Que, you are so brave!" Qu Xian stood up angrily and shouted: "You are anti-poetry! Are you dissatisfied with the current emperor?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.
"Everyone knows that Duke Xu's government defeated three towns in Northern Xinjiang. Your father petitioned the Holy Emperor to forgive him, and your uncle was demoted to Northern Xinjiang. This matter was originally meant by the Holy King, but you scolded the court for being unloyal. Could it be that the Holy Emperor is a coward? What if? How could the three towns in Northern Xinjiang be lost if your father had not left without permission to mobilize troops!"
The hair on Xu Que's body stood on end, and his heart instantly went to hell!
How could he forget that this is a feudal society... but there is a literary prison!
If this poem enters the palace and is instigated by the Prime Minister and others, then the foolish king on the high platform will definitely destroy the entire Xu family!
This damn imperial power is supreme, this damn evil feudal era, this disaster is so great!
Xu Que's thoughts were spinning rapidly, and he was having a large-scale brainstorm. Suddenly, an idea appeared. Although this idea was very dangerous, it was the only feasible way.
"Humph, ignorant!" Xu Que laughed, and Qu Xian and others were confused. Before Qu Xian and others could explode, Xu Que decisively said: "Originally it was just a work of ambition, but it was ignored by you villains. Malicious interpretation, how can the water of filth be washed away, so there is only one way, please judge!"
Xu Que raised his hand, gold ink flowed slowly in his palm, took out the gold paper from his arms, and wrote the word "please" directly!
The golden ink falls, and the golden paper slowly floats up, reaching to the sky!
The hand-written gold paper with golden ink is a channel for communication between the world and the saints. This item is also extremely precious. Only those who have passed the examination can buy it in the Confucian Temple, and only one bottle can be purchased!
The gold ink in Xu Que's hand was only half an inkstone, which he took from his elder brother's study.
He originally planned to set a trap and use this half-ink stone of gold ink to take Qu Xian and others into the ditch (for example, he secretly wrote down some disrespectful remarks made by Qu Xian and others towards the saints), but at this moment, he himself When he got into trouble, he could only use the golden ink of this half inkstone to save his life. After all, in the face of the imperial power, he could only rely on the holy metaphors of the saints to save him.
All Saints is really awesome. After all, it is the only one that can transcend the imperial power. As long as All Saints speak out, no one in the world will dare to find fault with this poem again.
Xu Que was a little panicked. If the situation wasn't critical, he wouldn't have dared to put the copied poems in front of the saints, because he didn't know if the saints would see through it. If the saints found out that he was a copycat, he would really He's going to die!
Xu Que was not afraid of gambling, but he was really afraid of finishing the game. As the holy light rose, everyone in the audience was shocked and left the table and knelt down.
The dry ink and gold paper are burning, which means that this fragrance building is already under the eyes of the saints.
The whole place was silent except for the sound of his own heartbeat.
Xu Que did not kneel down, but only saluted and bowed: "Student Xu Que, among all the saints, one of the poems was maliciously interpreted by someone, and the consequences were extremely serious. With the great rise of literature and art, it should be inclusive. Writing poetry can also be a crime. Who in the world can do it? Do you dare to compose poems and articles again? How dare you talk about the prosperity of literature? Please ask all the saints to uphold justice for the students."
Colorful clouds rolled in the sky, a ray of holy light suddenly separated the colorful clouds, and an old voice sounded: "The poem is presented!"
At this moment, everyone was sweating behind their backs, and Qu Xian and others were even more frightened.
The appearance of the Holy Word is not ordinary. Although in theory every scholar and scholar can have direct access to the Saints, 99% of them will only hand over the manuscript unilaterally.
What does it mean? In other words, if you just pray to the saints, you won't get even half a word from the saints.
And Xu Que today Jin Mo directly asked for the Holy Word... This is not something ordinary people can do!
