Although Huang Qianying had begun to get used to Xu Que's teasing, she still felt that this little man obviously meant it.
If Xu Que knew what Huang Qianying was thinking, he would definitely say: "Girl, you are really good at judging people..."
Xu Que picked up his precious pen, took out a page of gold paper, and started writing directly...
"On the beautiful Surabaya coast, the endless scenery is new for a while. I can easily recognize the east wind, and it is always spring with its colorful colors."
When the writing stopped, the gold paper slowly floated up, and the colorful rays of light illuminated the entire Xu Mansion.
Huang Qianying and Hong'er were stunned...
Xu's mother, Xu Fan, and Liu Rushi walked out of the main hall...
Xu Maocai and Uncle Liu also looked outside, and all the servants looked at the sky at the same time.
"On a spring day, the author is Xu Que from the Great Yan Kingdom, and the victorious day seeks beauty at the Si River..."
"Colorful! It's an eternal masterpiece!"
"The young master's colorful and eternal poems!"
…
The mansion was bustling and noisy. They had only heard that the young master had a nickname and was called "Colorful Poetry Scholar", and today they finally saw it!
Some passers-by outside the house also saw this strange scene and were fascinated by the sentences in this poem. Some people kept chanting it, as if they were possessed by a demon.
Yuhua Building
This is the place where scholars and talents in Zheyang County communicate. When the strange phenomenon appeared in the sky above Xu Mansion, these scholars and poets saw it.
"Damn Xu Que, what kind of poem is he writing?" said a man wearing a blue scholar's shirt.
"Brother Qin, you are jealous. Xu Que is not a simple person..." Another middle-aged man wearing a white Confucian shirt said with a smile.
Although there is an age difference between the two, they look like brothers.
"Okay, what he wrote has nothing to do with us. Everything will be revealed when the exam comes." Another man in a gray scholar's shirt opened a folding fan and said.
After hearing this man's words, the two scribes turned back and continued drinking.
As the two men picked up the wine glasses in their hands, the man in the gray scholar's shirt smiled and continued: "The Xu family has caused a lot of trouble in the capital. Mr. Qin and Mr. Li, why don't you go back and ask your family if they can handle it? Xu family, your family will surely prosper in the future."
"Is this true?" Mr. Qin asked.
"Of course, otherwise how could the Xu family come back?"
"Brother Qin, don't be impulsive. Although the Xu family can no longer survive in the capital, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse!" Mr. Li advised.
"Brother Li, you and I have studied hard for decades in Hanchuang. Why? If we can bring down the Xu family...do you think we can't rise to the top?"
Mr. Li was silent. He did not answer his brother's words. In fact, he was already over forty and had participated in five examinations, but failed every time... If he could really bring down the Xu family, why wouldn't he want to do it? But he heard from people in the clan that although the Xu family has declined, it is still a big tree in Zheyang County!
"Brother Li, I know what you are worried about, but think about it, if you were not in high school this year, would your family still help you?" asked the man in a gray scholar's shirt.
"Let me go back and think about this matter. Farewell!" Mr. Li stood up, bowed his hands to the two of them, and left Yuhua Building.
Seeing Brother Li leave, Mr. Qin raised his hands to the man in gray robe and scholar's shirt: "Brother Chen, I will ask about today's matter when I get back. If it is true as Brother Chen said, this Xu family, I, Qin, People are stepping on it!"
Watching the two people leaving one after another, the young master named Chen laughed sarcastically, and he was none other than Chen Yanhe's son, Chen Jichong!
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capital ancestral mansion
When Zu Shanhe received Xu Que's spirit pigeon, he felt numb all over...
"Old ghost Cao, old ghost Cao!"
Zu Shanhe ran out of the study with the letter. He was like a half-crazy old naughty boy at this moment. He never expected that that boy Xu could actually get these things!
"What are you shouting for? All my fish have been lost by you."
Cao Qing was sitting by the pond, fishing with a broken wooden stick.
"I said why my fish are getting less and less, but you have caught them all." Zu Shanhe said angrily.
"The Great Yan Kingdom is almost gone, do you still care about this?"
Cao Qing didn't take it seriously. He was lying on his back now. If Beimang defeated the capital, he would leave with Zu Shanhe and his family.
As for where to go? He didn't think about it, and he didn't think about it. Anyway, there were few people in the world who could beat him... Unless he was surrounded by a large army, he could still escape.
"You old thing, Dayan Jiangshan is still here, and this time it may not be a dead end!"
Zu Shanhe threw the letter to Cao Qing, then picked up the wooden stick and broke it directly.
"Hey, you old guy!" Cao Qing complained and turned to read the letter.
When he read the contents of the letter, his face seemed to be a little wine red.
"This kid can do it!" Cao Qing laughed: "Hurry up and clean up, and then go and beat the imperial drum!"
"What about you?" Zu Shanhe asked.
"Of course I stopped those old guys. If I didn't stop you, do you think you could beat the imperial drum?" Cao Qing said, then he looked at the last few lines: "When we finish this If nothing happens, let’s go to Zheyang County and wait.”
"How many days will the boy's wine have to wait? Why go so early?" Zu Shanhe was puzzled.
"You old thing, don't you want to know what other poems he has composed?"
When he heard Cao Qing say this, he remembered Xu Que's poem before he left...
How can I be a Penghao person...
"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Why don't you change your clothes quickly?" Cao Qing looked at Zu Shanhe who was in a daze and said.
"Okay, I'll go right away."
Zu Shanhe said a word and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Seeing that Zu Shanhe had returned to his room, Cao Qing took out a similar wooden stick from the grass, and there were two fishhooks hanging on it...
Capital Palace
Dozens of guards patrolled the city, and a large drum hung above the main entrance of the palace.
This drum is called the Imperial Drum. It was set up by the temple to awaken the emperor of the dynasty. The Holy Jinshi can play it nine times in his life, the Jinshi can play it three times, and the Confucian scholar can ignore the rules and play the drum directly, but the Confucian scholar wants to knock the Emperor's drum. Gu, then you have to go through the imperial way and stop other great scholars from being held accountable. If you pass, then you can pretend that nothing happened. If you fail, you will be proclaimed Wenxin for three years...
As soon as the imperial drum sounds, the king of the current dynasty must meet in person to listen to it. Such drum sound will be known to the whole city. The civil servants who record the history must also record it in person. Even a word cannot be wrong. If there is a mistake, The literary foundation, literary bones, and literary heart are all broken...
"I am Shan He, the Great Confucian Ancestor, from the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom. Today I have a shocking case. I swear by heaven, stand by writing, and sound the imperial drum to look at the king squarely!"
Zu Shanhe's voice was not loud, but everyone in the city could hear it.
"The Great Confucian Ancestor Shan He wants to beat the imperial drum?"
"Go to the palace and have a look!"
As countless people flocked to the palace, Zu Shanhe took a step and bowed in all directions, then took another step and bowed to the palace. When he took the fourth step, two figures appeared in front of Zu Shanhe. .
"Brother Yuanju, are you alright?" an old man in purple robe asked.
Yuanju is the name of Zu Shanhe, and the people who came were two great scholars, the one who spoke was named Luo Guan, and standing next to him was another great scholar named Ye Qing.
"Brother Yuanju, you shouldn't be so reckless." Ye Qing shook his head and sighed.
"With evil villains in power, the country will be destroyed. As a great scholar, I should defend the country!" Zu Shanhe looked at the two of them calmly.
"You, why are you doing this? Qin Tianjian doesn't want to get involved, but you want to come in..." Luo Guan shook his head helplessly.
"Today I use the Imperial Drum as my nickname to let everyone in the world know that scholars are also bloody!"
Zu Shanhe took a step forward and looked at the two of them intently.
Just when he was about to take action, a figure instantly stopped in front of him, and this person was Cao Qing!
"Didn't I ask you to wait? I was almost late again!" Cao Qing looked at Ye Qing and Luo Guan with an unhappy expression, but he still addressed Zu Shanhe.
"Were other people stopped by you?" Zu Shanhe asked in confusion.
"The white one was crippled by me, and the black one was defeated by me. The other one ran away before I could take action..."
Zu Shanhe's face was covered with black lines. He knew that such a day would come. Unexpectedly, Old Ghost Cao was so fast...
