Mingzhou?
Su Xiaoxiao actually wrote Mingzhou's poem in public? !
The spectators were full of surprise and excitement, and it is difficult to describe their shock in words.
The levels of poetry are divided into Chuxian, Dafu, Mingzhou, Zhenguo, and spread all over the world.
The levels of literary positions are Tongsheng, Xiucai, Juren, Jinshi, Hanlin, Great Scholar, Great Confucian, Semi-Sage, Sub-Sage, and Saint.
Not every Jinshi can write Mingzhou poems, but those who can write Mingzhou poems are at least Jinshi.
Zhong Zhou, the magistrate of Xia County, could only hold the title of Jinshi for any official in the county.
If they move properly, a Jinshi from the All Saints Family can even become a third-grade official.
Mingzhou? Jinshi? A third-grade official?
Su Xiaoxiao, Mingzhou?
Su Xiaoxiao, can you be a Jinshi or a third-grade official?
"No, I won't be in Mingzhou," the good guy said in a daze, his voice full of regret, "I haven't finished this poem yet."
"How is it possible? This is a complete five-character rule."
The work of Mingzhou is better than Chu County and Dafu.
As the name suggests, when the poem is completed, the talent turns into a phoenix and the phoenix sings throughout the state.
If the monsters and barbarians listen to this, they will be blinded and deafened, or their flesh and blood will turn to blood and die.
Those who do good things look up at the sky and say: "There is no phoenix singing."
Others also followed the good guys and looked up at the sky. They saw that the sky was clear and clear, and there was indeed no vision.
All the visions seemed to be exhausted after he transformed into the Wu Gou swordsman who was decisive in killing with his sword.
"clatter--"
A soft sound broke the spectators' silence.
Su Xiaoxiao let go and the lake pen in his hand fell to the ground.
Her figure swayed, and her face looked paler, almost transparent.
"Girl." Mrs. Yu got up from the ground and walked towards Su Xiaoxiao.
Su Xiaoxiao looked at Mrs. Yu's concerned face and said in a slow but firm tone, "My name is Xiaoxiao, Su Xiaoxiao."
Not called Wan Niang.
Yu was startled.
The next second, Su Xiaoxiao fell backward softly.
Mrs. Yu couldn't care less about the strange feeling in her heart, and rushed over in a hurry, putting herself under Su Xiaoxiao: "Girl? Xiaoxiao! Doctor, please go and ask the doctor."
The spectators finally moved.
Some reported it to the official, and some asked the doctor.
There was a lot of people's voices, and the Su family's yard was in chaos.
Even more good people spread the news, and the new poems spread to the entire Dayu Prefecture at an unimaginable speed.
Where no one is paying attention, the golden light condensed on the rice paper flashes again and again, and finally dissipates unwillingly.
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On the bank of the East China Sea, south of Mount Tai.
Qufu, Holy Courtyard.
Feeling the surge of talents from the Qingzhou direction of the Great Zhou Kingdom, the half-saint's lowered eyebrows moved slightly.
The semi-saint travels around the world and can sense the talent of a masterpiece when it is born.
After a moment, he felt his talent dissipate, and the half-sage didn't take it seriously.
There are so many readers in the world, and there are countless things that happen when you occasionally get a good hand, which causes your talent to surge, but it cannot be continued, and it causes your talent to dissipate.
It's just that this poem is a bit special, so it's a pity that it was dismissed like this.
…
After the death, the county government quickly came to arrest him.
After seeing clearly the corpses on the ground in the Su family's yard, Detective Yan Xiaoding felt his head grow heavy.
After finding out the identity of the deceased, Sheng Jing, the Du family, and Yan Xiaoding felt even more confused.
Yan Xiaoding was not surprised as to why the Du family, who were far away in Shengjing, appeared in the remote Xia County.
The Great Zhou Kingdom was divided into prefectures and counties, and the counties were further divided into upper, middle and lower counties. Xia County in Dayu Prefecture in Qingzhou was truly a lower county.
Regardless of the teaching staff or educational resources, Xia County cannot be compared with a prosperous place.
During the imperial examination, there was a biased policy to benefit the people-lower admission standards to increase the admission rate.
Nowadays, demons and barbarians are rampant, and every country has policies to encourage students to study abroad.
You can take the scientific examination wherever you travel, and there is no restriction on returning to your place of origin.
Therefore, it often happens that young masters from wealthy places go to lower counties to take scientific examinations and seize the places for further education.
It's just that literati pay attention to character. This kind of thing is not honorable, so it is not put on the table.
But obviously, the deceased Du Ziteng was such a dishonorable person.
He died an ignominious death and did not put it on the table - he intended to rob the women of the people, but was killed by the women of the people.
Yan Xiaoding had already asked what happened from the onlookers.
If it weren't for the fact that he was a police officer, Yan Xiaoding would have wanted to spit at Du Ziteng.
Let you seize educational resources, let you seize civilian girls, that's right!
But, after all, he killed someone.
"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang and Xue Ming.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.
Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.
When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and goes away, hiding his merit and fame. "
Holding the poem, Yan Xiaoding's hands trembled.
The iron drawings and silver hooks on the paper show that even if there is no literary talent like him, you can still see that the author has great calligraphy skills.
Looking at the content again, Yan Xiaoding was even more shocked.
Just thinking about it silently in my heart makes my heart surge.
I wish I could take off my sword on the spot, wander around the world, and become a swordsman who can kill one person in ten steps and leave the world behind.
This is clearly a poem to subjugate the country, and may even become a war poem.
Among poems, only a very small part are talented.
Very few of the poems of genius produce visions.
Among the poems that produce visions, only a few have murderous intent to kill the enemy.
Only a small part of the poems that have the murderous spirit to kill the enemy can be used by others.
Only poems that can be used by others and have murderous intent to kill the enemy are worthy of being called "war poems."
Yan Xiaoding held the poem, and his hands shook even more.
Where is this Mingzhou poem? It is clearly a war poem that is expected to be handed down from generation to generation, above the rest of the country!
It is a pity that the author's poor health caused his talent to dissipate and he was unable to complete the poem.
If the poem can be completed, it will be a calligraphy treasure worthy of being framed and hung for generations to come.
If the poem can be completed and sent to the frontier, it will be a powerful weapon to sweep away the demons and barbarians!
If the poem can be completed, it will definitely add more literary spirit to the nation and the destiny of the country.
But, after all, he killed someone.
Yan Xiaoding felt countless regrets and emotions in his heart.
It's a pity that the poem was not completed, and I lamented the misfortune of people.
A young girl can write such a poem, and her future is limitless.
It happened that she was a powerless peasant girl who killed the young master of the Du family in Shengjing.
"I killed the person," the seventeen-year-old boy, who still had bruises on his face from being beaten, firmly stood in front of the unconscious little girl, "I killed the person, and it has nothing to do with my sister. , if you want to arrest me, then arrest me."
Yan Xiaoding had a hard time resisting rolling her eyes: "Listen, I'm taking you back today not because I believe your nonsense. But because this girl is seriously ill, she might not be able to survive even one night in jail. , died inside in the middle of the night. When she gets better, she will surrender herself to the Yamen, do you understand?"
The county examination is coming soon.
It is a county's top annual event.
The county magistrate and most of the government officials were busy preparing for the county examination.
At this time, a murder case occurred, and all follow-up work fell on Yan Xiaoding alone.
Yan Xiaoding has a lot to do, so naturally he has no time to take care of patients.
When the people of the Du family come to him to find the murderer, it's hard to hand over a body.
It was also because of the cherishment of talent that the girl who almost wrote a poem and spread it all over the world could not bear to be turned into a corpse.
"I took this poem as evidence before the court."
After saying this, Yan Xiaoding called on his men to pick up the stumps and broken arms, and escorted him back to the county government together with Su Wenjie.
Yu took two steps after him, but could only wipe away her tears and go back. Su Daqiang, who had broken his leg, and Su Xiaoxiao, who was unconscious, were still waiting for her to take care of them.
