Kong Ziyan still looked like she was right. She was the legitimate daughter of the Kong family and a famous and talented woman in Zhou Dynasty.
In her mind, a person's reputation is more important than one's own life!
Even if you die, you can't tarnish your reputation.
By doing this, Xiao Yan was obviously destroying her own reputation, her literary character told her.
That's not what happened.
You all misunderstood.
What she wants to see even more is for Xiao Yan to write a masterpiece in thin gold style and become the leader of this year's Winter Solstice Poetry Society, thereby becoming famous all over the world and not losing the title of Qilinzi of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
After Xiao Yan wrote those two limericks and were laughed at by the scholars, Kong Ziyan became a little anxious, or in other words, she felt sad for her misfortune and angry for her inability to fight.
So, when Xiao Yan was about to leave the hall of Plum Garden with the stigma on his back, Kong Ziyan stood up eagerly and wrote Xiao Yan's own thin gold script to clear his name.
"I'm trying to clear your name, why are you trying to hurt me?" Kong Ziyan pouted, her face turned red, she opened her mouth and directed her hot breath towards Xiao Yan.
When Kong Ziyan saw this, her face turned red and she immediately leaned against the cold wall.
Xiao Yan said coldly: "I don't care."
When Kong Ziyan heard these four words, her heart suddenly tightened, and there was a little moisture in Shui Lingling's eyes.
"You are the prince of the Xiliang King and the Qilin son of the Great Zhou Dynasty. As the saying goes, 'If you are upright, you will do what you are not told; if you are not upright, you will not follow orders.' If you don't explain, over time, everyone will think that you are You are a mediocre person, let me explain it to you, you..."
Xiao Yan had a slight headache, frowned and said softly: "Then have you ever heard that the wind will destroy the trees that are beautiful in the forest?"
Kong Ziyan was stunned.
Xiao Yan continued: "What is the day of his birth? He is born with a strange phenomenon. He can walk at the age of one, be literate at the age of two, write poetry at the age of three, practice martial arts at the age of five, and guard Yumen Pass at the age of fifteen. What kind of great Zhou Qilin son is there? Being born into an emperor's family may lead to death at any time, not to mention the son of a prince who thinks he has a vast territory and a large number of troops?"
Only then did Kong Ziyan realize that this was the case.
"So, you want to hide your shame?"
Not too stupid.
Xiao Yan nodded.
Kong Ziyan lowered her head slightly and pouted, her stubbornness at the beginning turned into guilt.
"sorry."
It's over, good intentions turned out to be bad things.
Xiao Yan came closer and said softly: "If you know your mistakes, correct them. There is no greater good. You should know what to do in the future, right?"
Kong Ziyan nodded gently.
I didn't know what I was thinking of, so I quickly raised my head and asked: "So in Wenqu Hall, you hit Xiao Xian just to taint yourself?"
Her meaning was obvious. Did you hit Xiao Xian because he peeked at her?
Xiao Yan smiled, looking nervous and shy, and seemed to regret asking this question, so he said gently: "Of course not."
The heat is coming, clearly audible.
Kong Ziyan quickly turned her head, and her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.
But he felt the hot air hit his neck, which made him shiver.
His legs moved slightly, and at the same time, he closed his eyes nervously.
But suddenly, the heat didn't seem to hit his neck, and the afterglow of the sunset seemed to penetrate someone.
Kong Ziyan quickly opened her eyes and took a peek, only to see nothing in front of her.
That person is gone.
"call……."
Kong Ziyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but felt that her heart seemed a little empty.
Thinking of what he did in the Plum Garden today, he felt guilty again. He lowered his head and pouted, twisting the bow belt around his waist with both hands. He felt very regretful. A tear fell directly across his rosy cheeks and fell to the ground.
"It's a secret between the two of us."
"You have let me down too much……."
"The trees are beautiful in the forest, but the wind will destroy them..."
Kong Ziyan raised her head, looked in the direction of the palace with a pair of watery eyes, and finally sighed.
The Zhou Dynasty was so big that it couldn't accommodate Xiao Yan, the prince of Xiliang?
…
Plum Garden.
After Kong Yida was briefly panicked, he sighed, sat down directly, and continued to read the manuscript.
He still believed in the character of Xiao Yan, the prince of Xiliang.
However, he has some doubts, when did his daughter hook up with the prince of Xiliang... Bah, learn this font from Xiao Yan, the prince of Xiliang?
Yu Shinan and Wei Zhou also sat down calmly and continued to read the manuscript, as if nothing happened just now.
Until finally, the manuscript was sorted out and the leader was decided.
Wei Zhou felt that "Drunken Spring" by Mei Zhili, a talented scholar from Langya, could be the leader, but Yu Shinan felt that "Xunqiu" by Cui Ziling from Longyou Boling could be the leader, while Kong Yida felt that Yuan Xunhuan, a talented scholar from Xuzhou, could be the leader. His poem "Asking the Sword" was the leader, and several great scholars also recommended it, and finally the manuscript of five people was selected.
Of course, it is not up to them to decide whether these five people can become the leaders.
These poems, which can be considered excellent, will be presented to His Majesty for the final evaluation.
But at this time, Prince Xiao Wuji, who had been sitting there quietly and remaining elegant and easy-going, stood up.
"Wei Zhongcheng, Master... I also have a suggestion here. Whether it is "Drunken Spring" or "Xunqiu", they are indeed excellent works."
"However, I think that the spring sleep without realizing the dawn and the bright moonlight in front of the bed should be regarded as quatrains."
"The great dream of Plum Blossoms wakes up first in spring, and the plum blossoms fall and the peach blossoms bloom. It can also be a quatrain. However, before I wake up in spring sleep, these pearls and jade will be overshadowed, right?"
"Gujue, Mei Zhili thinks the same way."
Mei Zhili, who was sitting in the right row, stood up quickly, clasped his fists and said, "What His Royal Highness the Prince said is absolutely true. Just this couplet, I am already ashamed of myself."
Xiao Wuji nodded to Mei Zhili, and then said to Wei Zhou and others: "I think that in addition to the manuscripts of these five talents, the manuscript of Xiao Yan, the prince of Xiliang, should be submitted together. "
Yu Shinan stroked his beard, smiled and said nothing.
Kong Yida nodded.
The same goes for Wei Zhou and several other great scholars.
His Royal Highness took the initiative to speak out.
How could they not give face?
…
Xiao Yan left Xingyuan and shook his head secretly. If he had known better, he would not have taken out the Thin Gold Body and asked Kong Ziyan to help copy the academic notes.
Such a stupid little girl, if you use force directly, she will definitely give in.
I must find a way to write limericks at the Winter Solstice Poetry Party, and then publicize what Xiao Lang has done.
Otherwise, it would not be worthy of his vivid acting skills in Plum Garden.
Returned to Xiliang Prince's Mansion.
Zhang Fu, Lianxiang, Xiyu and others are also waiting.
"Your Majesty, you are finally back."
"After hearing about the Winter Solstice Poetry Party, I was so anxious that I was about to send someone out to look for you."
Zhang Fu stepped forward with a flattering smile and bowed.
Xiao Yan waved his hand and told Zhang Fu to prepare hot water, Lianxiang Xiyu to prepare clothes, and they would go to the gambling house in a while.
Arrived at the study room.
Xiao Sanbao's slightly rickety body slipped in quietly.
"Your Majesty, the storyteller has been found and the manuscript has been completed. This time, we will definitely be one step ahead of them."
It turned out that after Xiao Yan finished writing two limericks, he immediately arranged for Xiao Sanbao to find the storyteller, and at the end of the Winter Solstice Poetry Meeting, he immediately told him about his arrogance and domineering behavior in the plum garden.
As the saying goes, if a scholar opens his mouth, he will break his legs if he refutes rumors.
Xiao Yan's self-destruction was obviously deliberate and I believe a smart person would be able to see it right away.
The person sitting in that seat will also see it.
But.
See it, see it.
Whether it is true or false, false or true, it doesn't matter if they see it. The key is that the world's view of Xiao Yan must change, and the hat of Dazhou Qilinzi must be taken off.
"How is the situation at Wangjiang Tower?"
Xiao Sanbao read it and wrote: "First a guest was poisoned, and then he hoarded refined salt privately. Just now, people from Fusi in Beizhen captured people from the White Lotus Sect in Wangjiang Tower."
Xiao Yan took a look and said, oh, Xiao Wuji's three axes are quite powerful.
If a guest is poisoned, some people will inevitably be unaware of the situation. After hearing the rumors, they will not dare to go to Wangjiang Tower to spend money.
Storing refined salt privately is a taboo.
Finally, there were people from the White Lotus Sect hiding secretly in Wangjiang Tower, which suddenly turned Wangjiang Tower into a place of right and wrong.
I believe it will be very exciting tomorrow morning.
Xiao Sanbao suddenly held his breath and burned the manuscript.
This manuscript is extraordinary at first glance. When it burns, it only has a faint green flame, which is smokeless and odorless, and it burns out quickly.
That's when.
Zhang Fu walked to the door, knocked on the door and said, "Your Majesty, dinner and hot water are ready."
Xiao Yan replied calmly: "Yes."
After Xiao Sanbao burned the manuscript paper, he disappeared into the darkness.
Xiao Yan stepped forward and opened the door.
Zhang Fu bowed, but his eyes were focused on the study room, and then he looked away again for a moment.
Xiao Yan pretended not to see it, walked out directly with his hands behind his back, and said: "Let's go."
Zhang Fu bowed in return. After Xiao Yan walked out, he straightened up and went to close the door of the study, but took the opportunity to look at it again.
"Squeak."
The study door is closed.
