Xiao Wuji's mouth twitched.
He was also almost smitten by Xiao Yan's friendly, innocent, and somewhat seductive smile.
He thought that he was already elegant and easy-going. When he smiled, he must be kind and approachable, making people praise him as a gentleman.
He didn't expect that there was someone with a better smile than him, and this person was still his enemy.
Xiao Wuji nodded again, raised the cup in his hand, signaled, took a sip, and turned his head.
Out of sight is pure.
There is also a heater burning in the hall, and with the large number of people, the temperature is even warmer.
The maids all wore thin clothes, which showed off their figures very well. They were slim, graceful, petite, elegant, graceful, graceful, curly, with willow-thin waists, as if they had entered the land of girls.
I have to say that this scholar really likes this.
The status of those who can enter this hall is naturally much higher than that of the scholars in other rooms and gardens outside the Plum Garden. They usually wear red sleeves, and the maids around them are also relatively good-looking.
But as the saying goes, a wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as a thief. The orioles and swallows around her have long been eaten and seen every day, so naturally they are not as fresh as the maid in the plum garden tonight.
Fortunately, today is the Winter Solstice Poetry Meeting, and the main goal is to compose poems and become famous, so as to gain a future for oneself, rather than looking for flowers and flowers.
The Great Zhou Dynasty used to practice martial arts, but the strength of the Jianghu martial arts world was getting stronger and stronger. Three mountains, five sects, seven sects, and some kind of martial arts leader, no longer took the Emperor of Great Zhou seriously.
For the sake of the stability of the country and the Xiao family, Taizong of the Great Zhou Dynasty began to emphasize literature and suppress martial arts. Not only that, he also established a town government department specifically to suppress martial arts people in various places.
At the same time, there were several conspiracies specifically targeting the martial arts in the Central Plains, which stirred up the turmoil in the martial arts in the Central Plains. People from three mountains, five sects and seven sects attacked each other, and three alien sects from outside the customs also entered the Central Plains.
It took Taizong of the Great Zhou Dynasty ten years to seriously weaken the martial arts in the Central Plains.
And Xiao Yan's mother, Princess Xiliang, was seriously injured because of the "Three Mountains War" that year, and then died in depression.
That year, Xiao Yan was exactly fifteen years old.
Although he was a baby in time travel, Princess Xiliang's care for him and her affection for him had already made Xiao Yan accept his identity and accept him as a parent in this world.
Fifteen-year-old Xiao Yan tried various methods, including going to the Medicine King Valley to kneel down and beg Medicine King Sun Simiao, but still failed to save the princess.
After the death of Princess Xiliang, he went to Yumen Pass with one gun and one horse, and stopped the people of the three sects outside the pass, so that they could not go south to disturb the martial arts in the Central Plains.
However, it is also obvious that the Emperor of the Zhou Dynasty had the intention of emphasizing civility and suppressing martial arts. He vigorously promoted the imperial examination and determined the names of number one, second place, and third overall. He also allowed martial arts people to participate in the imperial examination, or he tried his best to win over martial arts people and formed Town government department.
The Central Plains martial arts scene also slowly began to decline.
Just like this Winter Solstice Poetry Meeting, if it existed before, it would not have existed. If it had existed, it would have been a martial arts competition.
However, there is still a long way to go before it can truly change its appearance, let people abandon martial arts and embrace literature, and let the literary world of the Great Zhou Dynasty flourish.
After all, what Xiao Yan knew about Zhou Dynasty was that there were not many masterpieces that could really be passed down to the world.
It is already rare that a quatrain passed down from generation to generation can emerge from this Winter Solstice Poetry Meeting.
of course.
Xiao Yan didn't come here just to show off or make a name for himself.
He did it himself.
When he was three years old, in order to make his mother and concubine happy, he wrote the song "Xia Ke Xing", but he never expected to become famous.
After all, the poetry world at this time in the Zhou Dynasty was still in the development stage, and the basic rhythms of oblique and oblique rhythms were available, but there was no poetic talent.
And Xiao Yan copied "Xia Ke Xing", which naturally became a masterpiece in the poetry circle of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the kind of classic chant and spread.
Now, Xiao Yan has to find a way to make people think that he has exhausted his talent and cannot write a masterpiece like "Xia Ke Xing" that will last forever.
Seeing that the poetry meeting was already halfway through, during this period, several poems that could be regarded as masterpieces were read out, but Kong Ziyan was a little unable to stand because she had not seen Xiao Yan's manuscript until now.
In her opinion, even if she doesn't write a good work, she can definitely become famous at tonight's Winter Solstice Poetry Festival with her thin golden hand.
Kong Yida just finished reading a manuscript and shook his head. He thought it was very ordinary. He didn't know what it was about. When he was about to read the next article, he saw his daughter Kong Ziyan looking around and stretching her neck to take a look. It was disrespectful and she was a little unhappy. .
"Zi Yan, what are you looking at?"
Kong Ziyan quickly stood up neatly, sorting out the manuscript for Kong Yida, and replied softly: "Aye, I didn't read anything."
Next to him, Yu Shinan stroked his beard and joked: "From my perspective, Zi Yan may be looking for someone's manuscript."
Kong Ziyan's face turned red and she immediately explained: "I didn't, I'm not."
Kong Yida looked at the manuscript in his hand and suddenly felt it was boring. The daughter who had worked so hard to raise her actually felt like she belonged to someone else?
The Kong family is the head of the famous families in the Zhou Dynasty. It can be regarded as a thousand-year-old family, and they have been marrying each other.
However, Kong Yida, as the contemporary head of the Kong family, does not want his daughter to get married.
He himself can keep the Kong family at the top of the list of famous families in this great Zhou Dynasty, and there is no need to use his daughter's happiness to marry or build relations with the Kong family.
From this we can see Kong Yida's love for Kong Ziyan.
But now, the little cabbage he had raised was about to be taken over by a man, so the mood of the great scholar was naturally not much better.
"snort!"
"Today's Winter Solstice Poetry Conference has not produced a single good work so far. I'm afraid there won't be any more good works."
“Today’s poetry world is really getting worse every year!”
Many princes were shot while lying down.
However, Kong Yida did not say angry words because of his own mood.
This is true.
Next to him, there was another great scholar, Wei Zhou, who frowned and looked at the manuscript, feeling that it tasted like nothing.
"Indeed, not only is it worse every year, but even mediocre people like this dare to submit manuscripts to embarrass themselves!"
As soon as the words came out, seven or eight great scholars all looked at Wei Zhou.
This was a famous direct minister in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and was called Renjing by Emperor Taizong.
Taizong once said that using copper as a mirror can help you straighten your clothes, using people as a mirror can help you understand gains and losses, and using history as a mirror can help you understand your rise and fall. Wei Zhou is my mirror.
During the Taizong period, Wei Zhou remonstrated more than thirty times. On several occasions, Taizong was furious and ordered him to be imprisoned in heaven. In the end, he was persuaded by Empress Dowager Zhang to calm down his anger and allow Wei Zhou to be reinstated.
Until now, there are also death remonstrances from time to time.
Fortunately, the Emperor of Zhou accepted advice humbly and always respected Wei Zhou and continued to regard him as a mirror.
As for the poem that could make Wei Zhou be called a mediocre person and make him so angry, they were curious, what was written in it?
Wei Zhou gave the manuscript to the steward behind him in disgust, and the steward read it out softly.
"You won't wake up when you sleep in spring. Mosquito bites are everywhere. After lighting the mosquito coils, I don't know how many people will die."
"puff!"
Xiao Xian stood behind Xiao Wuji, relatively close to Wei Zhou and others. After hearing the steward read it out, he couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.
Kong Ziyan also covered her mouth, this limerick was really...
But Yu Shinan stroked his beard and shouted: "What a spring sleep!"
"This sentence alone can be the tentative first place in today's Winter Solstice Poetry Contest."
Kong Yida, Wei Zhou and others looked at Yu Shinan in disbelief, but after thinking about it again, they smacked their lips and tasted it carefully.
Indeed!
