"Cheap woman! But after reading a few idle books, I dare to speak wildly! I am a bachelor of Hanlin! I have studied hard for decades, how can I lose to you!" Wang Wenpeng was unwilling and angry, distorted his facial features, and rushed up like a madman to drag Xin Yi.

"Presumptuous!" Before everyone could calm down, Emperor Li He shouted mightily, and the Imperial Forest Army immediately rushed up and detained Wang Wenpeng.

"Dignified Hanlin Bachelor, if you are willing to gamble and lose, what kind of system will you become!" Li He grimaced and looked at Wang Jian meaningfully, "That's how the Wang family teaches their children?"

Even if he was facing the emperor, Wang Jian's face was openly dissatisfied, but Yu Guang glanced at the envoys of Tubo and Nanzhao, after all, he felt bad about the presence of other countries, so he turned his head and sprinkled his anger on Wang Wenpeng.

"You are still a bachelor of Hanlin, and you can't even say that you are a boudoir woman. Ten years of cold windows is how you read it?" Wang Jian glared at Wang Wenpeng, his eyes were like swords.

Wang Wenpeng was so frightened that he couldn't say anything: "...... Daddy, you're angry...... Son...... It's all that woman......"

"That's enough!" Wang Jian didn't even have the patience to listen, so he simply sneered, "It's weird, it's still not good at learning and art, and you've insulted the face of the Great Wei courtiers! From now on, you don't have to do it!"

"Dad, Dad, you spare your son!" Wang Wenpeng rolled down with cold sweat on his forehead, prostrate at Wang Jian's feet, kowtowing with red eyes, "I am your own son! There will be a place where Daddy can use it in the future!"

"What, still not convinced?" Wang Jian flicked his sleeves, like a fly, and said coldly, "Okay, then expel from the house, my Wang family doesn't need useless heirs." ”

Eviction from the house. The cold four words shocked everyone in the field.

I didn't expect Wang Jian to be so ruthless, and he was like a dog to his son, and he said that he would get rid of it. However, no one dared to criticize half a sentence, only with Wang Jian's gaze, the more afraid and flattering.

Wang Wenpeng's head hung down, like a puppet with a broken line, allowing others to take off his hat and drag him down, and he was also at the mercy of others.

The civil and military officials looked at their scalps numb, but Xin Yi smiled mockingly: "Lord Wang Jianwang, this door has been cleaned up, and the reward of the people's daughters is still counting?"

"My Wang family is willing to gamble and lose. Are you afraid that you won't be able to satisfy the appetite of a civilian?" Wang Jianyin raised his eyebrows miserably, "Despite the words. ”

"Good. As soon as the king spoke, the folk girl did not hide it. Xin Yi's eyes flashed with a cunning, and he said loudly, "Everyone in Chang'an knows that the Xin Mansion has reopened the family tree, and my father has his own lineage. This moved out of the mansion and lived in the east of the city, coupled with the dismissal of the whole clan, the days are definitely not as good as in the past, everything is carefully calculated, and a copper coin must be broken into two petals. ”

Wang Jian sneered: "Listen to what you mean, are you learning to beg for money?"

"Eh! not bad!" Xin Yi didn't mind Wang Jian's sarcasm, but his eyes lit up, and he clapped his palm, "Lord Wang Jian is smart! The people are here to beg for food money for Xinfu!

"Daughter!" Wang Jian almost bit his tongue.

Although he is a five-surnamed Qiwang, there are mountains of money, but the daughter is not a small amount, the key is that Wang Jian has never seen anyone, and he can say that he wants a daughter, and he is so confident.

Seeing Wang Jian stunned, Xin Yi continued to be "ashamed" and said loudly: "Couldn't Lord Wang Jian take it out? Could it be that the Wang family and my Xin family have all been dismissed and their lives are poor?"

"You!" Wang Jian stood up suddenly, the corners of his eyes were about to crack, "Do you know that the amount of gold is huge!

"Of course the people know! But the people know even more about the livelihood of my Xin family. Xin Yi blinked innocently and smiled—

"Poor!

The words of the scoundrel in the market, coming out of the woman's mouth, are very compatible.

The snickering sound suddenly sounded from the smoking. Li He also held back the corners of his mouth. Li Jingting's clenched palm loosened again, staring at Xin Yi's gaze, full of silent smiles.

Although he was afraid of the majesty of the Wang family, the laughter was not loud, but the sound pierced Wang Jian's eardrums, and his temples were so painful that he was like a toad.

"That's enough! My Wang family is the head of the five surnames and seven hopes, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to get a thousand gold! Come on! Go to the account office to count the thousand gold, and send it to Xin Mansion right away!"

Wang Jian slapped the table and shouted. Immediately, the Wang family's guards took the order, and then Xin Yi said "Thank you for the money", which made Wang Jian's eardrums hurt even more.

"Look at this group of rabbit cubs, they have the same surname as the old man, and they don't look like the old man. Wang Jian was so angry that he muttered to himself, his teeth clucked, "First Wen Luan, Wen Yuan, then Wen Ying, and then Wen Peng, one is more useless than the other." ”

"The righteous father is angry. Zheng Siying hesitated a few times before she barely squeezed out a smile and served tea tremblingly.

"Stop the anger! Stop the anger!" Wang Jianwu waved his hand, knocked over the teacup, and the hot tea splashed on Zheng Siying's face, and immediately burned a scar, "Although you are not surnamed Wang, you are also raised in the name of the old man!"

The scalded target is hot and painful. Zheng Siying didn't dare to care, so she knelt down in fear: "Father-in-law, don't worry!

"Is there a way?" Wang Jian's face softened slightly, his eyes rolled, and a smile instantly appeared, "Good, good, good, worthy of being the old man's daughter." If you can save today's situation, the old man will not care about the mistakes of the poems in the past. If you miss again, the old man can hold you up, and he will naturally pull you down. ”

The last sentence carried a biting chill. The smile on Wang Jianruo's face is more creepy.

Zheng Siying trembled, and the sorrow that crossed her eyebrows was immediately annihilated by the blazing heat, it was a kind of madness of ants trying to survive, and there was no way out, so there was only madness to a dead end.

Si Ying understood. Please rest assured. ”

After that, Zheng Siying attended with her skirt, and the scar on her little face that was burned by tea was still a little scarlet: "Your Majesty, the courtiers have a reluctant invitation." ”

Li He raised his eyebrows, and became interested: "Si Ying, girl, but it doesn't hurt to say." ”

The courtiers admired Miss Xin, and felt inferior. I saw that the envoy was also quite appreciative, why not take this opportunity to let Miss Xin show her talents?" Zheng Siying blessed Xin Yi, gentle as water.

Li He glanced at the envoy and saw that the latter had no objections, so he nodded and said, "What does Si Ying's girl mean?"

"Diplomatic relations are eternal, and courtesies are exchanged. Since the envoy admires my Central Plains etiquette and has come all the way to the court, I can't let the envoy go back empty-handed. Zheng Siying smiled like a flower, "It's better to let Miss Xin write a poem, transcribe and frame it, and give it to the envoy together with the emperor's national gift." It can also be regarded as passing me coquettish to the frontier, so that the people of the Quartet can enjoy the elegance of etiquette. ”

Xin Yi chuckled in his heart.

Li He was silent.

The officials of the smoking platform suddenly exploded.

"It's good for a civilian girl to be able to make some poems, how can she still represent the coquettish of Dawei and give it away as a national gift?" "In the name of the country, send poems, doesn't it seem that I have no one in Dawei, and I still want women to fill the scene?" "What kind of people from all over the world share the ceremony, and she is also worthy of the words of a people's woman?"

In an instant, more than a dozen Hanlin came out and asked Li He for his life, all of them were full of poetry and books, and they could all write poems and gifts, and they never let a folk woman come forward and humiliate the façade of the Great Wei.

"Your Excellency, you are angry. Listen to what Si Ying has to say. Before Li He could answer, Zheng Siying drank coquettishly, "This poem of national rites is by no means something that Miss Xin can write whatever she wants." It's better to draw up a question first, and it is good to correct the words, and the letter is complete. It's based on the eight characters. ”

Zheng Siying paused, looked at Xin Yi, and the anger in his eyes flashed.

"Broken bamboo, continued bamboo, flying soil, chasing meat. (Note 1)

The smoky platform was suddenly silent. Not only the ministers, but even Xin Yi himself was stunned.

Just because these eight characters are the oldest poems recorded in the Central Plains.

The white-bearded master of the Great Wei Han window for ten years understands the meaning, not to mention the barbarians of Tubo and Nanzhao, I am afraid that it will take a few days to explain it clearly.

exegesis

1. "Broken bamboo, continue bamboo, fly soil, chase meat": In ancient times, people lived in groups in caves and fields, often threatened by birds and beasts, and "bullets" became a tool to expel birds and beasts, which was widely used. The emergence of the stringed "play" has greatly improved the security and defense function, and has been loved by the ancestors, so the words that promote the production and use are passed down everywhere like songs, and after continuous modification and condensation, it is finally recorded by the ancestors for the eight-character "Dange" that we see today has been handed down, at least 7000 years. At this point, there is a theory in the academic community that "Dange" is the earliest poem in the world.