The lake is rippling, and the water flow is narrow, and it looks like a sheep's intestine path.

Put the wine glass in this narrow and winding stream, let it drift down, and use it casually, this is the origin of the Qujiang River.

Jia Ping'an had never been to Qujiangchi, and was pulled by Li Jingye, what he wanted was to take a good walk.

Look at how nice the lake is.

It's also good to look at the tourists.

The willows by the lake are still around, and it is very pleasant to find a place to sit in a daze!

But why the noise?

Li Jingye clenched his hands into fists, ready to make a move.

Cai Ying said proudly: "This is a literary test, Li Jingye, he has the ability to speak with poetry, he has the talent to speak, but he has no talent...... Go home! ”

"Dedicated." Jia Ping'an stopped the angry Li Jingye, and said a little melancholy: "I just want to buy a few fish to go home, why do you have to be proud?" Who's ...... then"

He pointed at Cai Ying and said, "You said that so-and-so is a woman." ”

Cai Ying was stunned, he was indeed too proud before, so he was not inferior.

But the loser doesn't lose the battle!

He smiled and said: "If Jia joins the army and can make a poem comparable to that of Shangguan and Young Eunuch, I will apologize." ”

"Women's clothes, how about walking from Qujiangchi to the imperial city?" Jia Ping'an is not a bad person, but he is not a good old man who is humiliated and still silent.

Shangguan Yi's poem was so good that Cai Ying said confidently: "Good! Deal. ”

Shangguan Yi smiled and said: "Last time, the old man missed you in Wuxiang Building, and I heard that you wrote a poem, which is very good, and the old man is very pleased......

This is the posture of the leader of the literary world.

made Master Jia think of Ouyang Xiu later.

This son is talented, the old man should avoid the road, let him come out of the ground!

This is better than the outfit!

Cai Ying took a step back, a small follower who was alive, and had the appearance of honor.

A literati on the side looked admiring, and someone said: "Shangguan Young Eunuch is humble and brave, and he is really a model for my generation!" ”

Shangguan Yi, a model of literati, said humbly: "It's over, it's over!" ”

"No!" Minghui has just come from out of town and urgently needs to find a backer. Shangguan Yi has a bright future, and some people say that he will inevitably become the prime minister within ten years, which shows that he is optimistic about his career.

She glanced at Shangguan Yi and saw that he was graceful and standing with a smile, which made people feel admiration, so she couldn't help but get closer, and praised: "Shangguan Young Eunuch is personable and lovely." ”

Cai Ying smiled: "Can Jia join the army?" ”

"Almost."

Jia Ping'an was carrying a big fish in his hand, and he had just thought about what to do when he went home...... Braised fish body with rice, fish head with tofu, make a fish head soup, delicious!

Thinking of this, his mood improved, and he raised his head and said, "Poetry is a small path......

Rumble!

These words were like bombs, and the people who blew them up were scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, and some people scolded: "Traitor! Poetry is the avenue, do you want to rebel against people's hearts? ”

"What is the benefit of writing poetry in the country?" Jia Ping'an took a step closer and asked, his expression calm.

Man: "......"

This is a question of the existing order of the literary world, Datang is open, this kind of questioning is nothing, but as a big man in the literary world, Shangguanyi must respond.

He said lightly: "Poetry cultivates sentiment, people don't understand poetry, how can they be officials?" ”

He glanced at Jia Ping'an, thinking that this young man was afraid that he didn't know why poetry was valued, so it could be regarded as a small admonition, and he wanted to spread it out, so that he could increase the reputation of the elders.

Jia Ping'an smiled and said: "Han Zhong poetry, Tang Dynasty follows, why?" It's not because ordinary people can't afford to read, and even if they can afford to read, they can only bury their heads in the classics, and without a profound family tradition, they can't get involved in poetry at all. So......"

He looked at these people and felt that he had seen a group of proud nobles, "so poetry became the exclusive knowledge of the superior people." The imperial examination is heavy on poetry, and what you want is also rejection. The middle and lower people were excluded, and a group of superior people remained. ”

"Bold!" Someone pointed at Jia Ping'an with a halberd and shouted: "In front of everyone, you talk about literary affairs and the imperial examination......

"Come on." Jia Ping'an felt that there was a group of roosters in front of him, and he wanted to show off in front of Minghui, a hen, and a good Pomeranian.

As for the imperial examination, it is a joke at the moment. If an official from the imperial examination is a civilian, it is difficult for him to swim up in the sea. Only the children of those eunuchs can be smooth sailing.

The former Han Dynasty is gone, but the residual poison of a system similar to Jiupin Zhongzheng is still there. As an official, which family are you a son of? The Wang family? Disrespectful and disrespectful, take a seat.

If you are not a child of a family of gate lords, you can also be a child of an official, and you can also get priority.

If you are from a civilian background, I'm sorry, in most cases, you can only squat, watch others get promoted, and you slowly grind in your own house.

The power of the imperial examination is that it breaks this kind of box restriction, you have to say that Datang also has the imperial examination!

Hehe!

The imperial examination of the Tang Dynasty is not famous, what does it mean? It is the examiner who can see who made the paper. The so-called line scroll is to vote for your own poems to the powerful, and the powerful take a fancy to it, so they will ask the examiner for you. In the subsequent exam, the examiner turned out his own booklet, this one has a name, medium; This one has a name, and the middle ...... Until he finishes his favor, the remaining places will be allocated.

Therefore, the family of gate valves has been immortal in Datang, and the root lies in this. When Wu Mei ascended the throne and became the empress, she was well aware of such drawbacks, and she invented the name system in the year she ascended the throne, but the pressure was very high! In the end, it still failed to spread.

"A certain book is here to play, but I want to write a certain poem, which is so boring." Jia Ping'an became more and more impatient.

Na Minghui covered her mouth and smiled, "Young Langjun, you look very proud!" ”

Li Jingye looked at her like a dead man.

Jia Ping'an frowned slightly, and Cai Ying smiled: "In the early spring, looking at the willows by the river, how pleasant it is, how about taking this as the topic?" ”

When everyone looked at it, they saw the willows hanging down densely on both sides of the strait, and they couldn't help but praise: "Good scenery!" ”

Jia Ping'an glanced at it, his heart moved slightly, and he smiled: "There is so." ”

He glanced at Shangguan Yi and remembered that this hardcore who later became Li Zhi offended Sister A, and most of the family was killed, leaving a granddaughter, Shangguan Wan'er, and finally became the female official next to Sister A.

At this moment, Shangguan Yi was in high spirits......

Then give it to him.

Jia Ping'an put his hands behind his back, and the big fish swayed behind him. There are exactly two of them on the side?? The little lady traveled, he glanced at it, and said with a smile: "The jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ...... droops."

This is an anthropomorphic depiction that compares the willow tree to a maiden. The young girl has a green skirt hanging from her body......

Beauty!

The two little ladies stopped when they heard the sound, looked sideways, and couldn't help but rejoice when they saw the young man reciting poetry looking at them.

One of the little ladies happened to have a green crony, and she couldn't help covering her mouth, and her eyes were full of that kind of joy from the heart.

Shangguan Yi's face changed slightly, he seemed humble, but he was faintly regarded as a big man in the literary world, but he lost to Jia Ping'an in Wuxiang Building. In this encounter, he also attached great importance to it and wanted to win back a city.

But just two sentences, Jia Ping'an made him depressed.

Cai Ying sniffed and felt that it was not very good.

The so-called famous articles must be unattainable. Some people have a famous poem for a lifetime, and they rely on this mixed rice to eat. Someone has published a few famous poems in his life, and that is a great talent, a big man.

Jia Ping'an has published a few famous songs, but can it still be published today?

Do you think that the famous article is a spring that can gush uninterruptedly and anytime and anywhere?

That Minghui just listened to these two sentences, and realized that he was wrong.

The teenager was proud...... He has a point in pride!

She asked in a low voice, "Who is this person?" ”

Someone around him said, "The Tiger of a Hundred Horses...... Jia Ping'an! ”

Minghui's body shook, "Is it him?" ”

Jia Ping'an's reputation gradually spreads, as a famous prostitute in Qinglou, you may not know his name, but you must know his poems, and the bandit name: Tiger of a Hundred Horses!

Jia Ping'an is really talented, I was wrong!

There was more regret in Minghui's eyes.

"Look down there!" The maid whispered, "If it's not good......"

Minghui looked up at Jia Ping'an.

Jia Ping'an seems to be thinking, but he is actually delaying time, otherwise he will make a famous article in one breath, what is it...... It's so devastating.

"I don't know who ......cuts out the thin leaves," he muttered, "the spring breeze in February is like scissors!" ”

He bowed slightly to the two little ladies, and then said, "Dedication, let's go, let's find a place to grill fish to eat." ”

He looked at the spring light in front of him, and suddenly felt that it was not a good idea to go home, so he simply found a place to barbecue.

"Brother, I don't have any drinks!" Li Jingye licked his lips.

"There's one for sale over there, let's go, take a look." Jia Ping'an carried the fish, and the two brothers walked away.

From beginning to end, Jia Ping'an didn't look at the group of people squarely, but the two little ladies won his favor.

The girl is amorous, there are teenagers who write poems for themselves, or famous articles, the two little ladies can't help but be overjoyed, and the little lady with a green skirt suddenly clapped her hands, "I remember, he is Jia joining the army!" It's him! He wrote a poem for me, and I rejoiced! ”

Another little lady took her hand, pointed to her green skirt, and said enviously: "Go home and tell Aya that I want a green crony too." ”

"Jia Langjun!" The two little ladies chased after Jia Ping'an.

A group of people on the side were silent.

Someone suddenly sighed: "This poem, I can't see the one of the young eunuchs of Shangguan, and the young man is still complacent, which shows his ignorance." ”

The crowd remained silent.

Everyone has the ability to appreciate it, Shangguan Yi's poems are good, but Jia Ping'an's is even better.

There are shameless men in the Tang Dynasty, but even if more people have different positions, they still won't have a clear conscience. A man frowned, "Jia Ping'an's poem fits the current scenery, look at the willows hanging down on the side, can you be like a little lady?" And he happened to see the little lady, and he had this poem. ”

Another man sighed, "I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors, just these two sentences, let a certain heart be convinced, Jia Ping'an is really unparalleled in poetry!" ”

Shangguan Yi's cheeks trembled, he knew very well that this poem would soon spread in Chang'an, and he, as a foil, would become a laughing stock.

The old man shouldn't come!

He glanced at Minghui beside him, this famous prostitute was looking forward at the moment, his eyes were following Jia Ping'an's back, and he couldn't wait to catch up.

Old man...... Defeated!

Shangguan Yi smiled and said, "Good poetry." ”

Cai Ying sat on wax.

Someone said, "What did you say before...... Cai Ying wants women's clothes to walk to the front of the imperial city! ”

Datang man, make a promise, otherwise everyone will look down on you.

Cai Ying was desperate in her heart, "Or...... Minghui can bring extra dresses? ”

Are you worthy of my dress? Minghui covered her mouth and smiled: "The slave didn't bring it!" ”

said that she was blessed, "The slave is a little inconvenient, so I will leave first." ”

She hurried away with her maid.

Looking at the direction, it is clear that he is chasing Jia Ping'an.

"This woman, who is condescending and respectful, is really hateful and annoying."

Some people are dissatisfied, but some people don't think so, "I didn't like Jia Ping'an before, but as soon as this poem came out, I also felt that he was talented and wanted to get close." If so, let alone a prostitute? ”

Someone glanced at Shangguan Yi, "Do you still want to compose poems today?" ”

"Jia Ping'an Zhuyu is in front, but he can't do it."

A group of people came to Qujiangchi for a gathering today, and Shangguanyi was the boss who presided over it, but now he was discouraged.

Cai Ying was looking for a dress over there, and while wearing it, she choked up and said, "Everyone, I'm afraid that I won't have the face to see people when it spreads." ”

At this time, women's clothing is a humiliating thing, for example, Zhuge Liang used women's clothes to humiliate Sima Yi described in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, which is mostly a romance, but you can also see the attitude towards women's clothing at this moment.

Cai Ying set off, and Jia Ping'an also set up a fire and began to grill fish.

Li Jingye went to look for wine, and the two brothers ate a big fish heartily.

"Brother." After Li Jingye finished eating, he pointed to the side, "That woman is here." ”

Minghui smiled when she saw him pointing at herself.

Li Jingye frowned, "Brother, you said that you see people smiling and grinning, a lot of good things ......"

Minghui's face immediately darkened.

Jia Ping'an glanced at her, "Go home!" ”

Minghui has seen many so-called talents and officials, and those people are very polite to her, but this young man has not taken her seriously from the beginning. To compose a poem, I would rather use a passing girl as the material, but I would rather use her, a beautiful woman.

She is blessed, "I have seen Jia Lang." ”

Brother is not a wolf, hehe!

Jia Ping'an ignored her and walked away.

Minghui felt lost in her heart and turned to look at him in the distance.

The maid beside him pouted, "Lady, he is so proud." ”

"Of course, you have to be proud of such talents." Minghui only felt empty in his heart and said, "I didn't know it was him...... Do you know how powerful this boy is? ”

The maid shook her head, she was the one who served Minghui, and she didn't know anything about poetry.

"Hey!" Minghui sighed, "Several of his poems, the first one is famous, the important thing is that this person's poetry style is varied, including the lonely boat and the lonely fishing in the cold river and snow; There is also a Qiang flute, why complain about the willows, and the spring breeze does not pass the sadness of the Yumen Pass; I also wish you to pick more, this thing is the most lovesick amorous...... Such a talent, Shangguan Young Eunuch is in the limelight in Chang'an, but this young man is just a poem, which makes him speechless. Such a young man...... He also joined the army with a hundred horsemen, and he was knighted for military merits......"

The maid was stunned, "Lady, aren't these young men the backers we are looking for?" ”

"yes!" Ming Hui smiled bitterly: "But I got close to Shangguan Yi before, and if I get closer at this moment, I'm afraid that I will be looked down upon by him, I'm ...... I really regret it, and I feel distressed. ”

The maid was stunned, "Lady, we just arrived in Chang'an City, we need to find a backer, Shangguan Yi looks angry today, I'm afraid I won't!" ”

This is the reason why Minghui regretted his intestines.

If she didn't say a word before, she could also find Jia Ping'an to speak at this moment.

Life...... It's so helpless!

Later, Cai Ying wore a woman's dress and was surrounded by good people all the way on Suzaku Avenue, which immediately caused a sensation.

Jiang Hongyi hurriedly entered, and saw that Concubine Xiao Shufei was doing needlework in a fake way, so she said eagerly: "Concubine Shu, that broom star is proud again." ”

Concubine Xiao Shufei raised her head, her bright face was more suspicious, "What are you proud?" ”

Jiang Hongyi gasped, "It was said that Jia Ping'an went to Qujiangchi and met Shangguan Yi who was composing poems." Shangguan Yi provoked them, and Jia Ping'an took a poem, and they were speechless. Some people even lost the bet, and now they are coming to the imperial city in women's dresses. ”

"What poem?" Concubine Xiao asked casually.

"The slave remembers that the jasper is made as tall as a tree, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Jiang Hongyi praised: "Concubine, this poet feels full of spring as soon as I hear it!" ”

Concubine Xiao Shu got up, "This person is really talented, but he is not co-opted, and when I go to ask Your Majesty, I will say that I have dreamed of evil again." ”

Li Zhi was very busy at the moment, and when he learned about it, he was also stunned, and then said with a smile: "Shangguan Yi is more than forty years old, and he competes with a teenager in poetry, and he wins without martial arts, and loses humiliating." The man seemed a little unstable. ”

Poor Shangguan Yi instantly added an unstable label in Li Zhi's heart.

"Your Majesty, someone on Shangguanyi's side lost a bet and came to the imperial city in women's clothes."

Wang Zhong's conscience itched and wanted to go and see.

Li Zhi sneered: "It's just that such people are incompetent, and they are still ignorant." What is not good to bet on, women's clothing ......"

Wang Zhongliang said: "It was said that Jia Ping'an mentioned it. ”

There are too many things to bet on women's clothes in later generations, Jia Ping'an mentioned it in passing, and Cai Ying fell into the pit.

Li Zhi got up, "Go to the Forbidden Garden." ”

Ahem!

Wang Zhongliang knew that this was going to Ganye Temple.

When they arrived at Ganye Temple, Soho called Wu Mei over, and they hurriedly flashed people.

Jia Senjun said, don't look at the emperor's affairs, don't ask.

Li Zhi saw Wu Mei's low eyebrows, and he was secretly satisfied in his heart, "Are those people still looking for trouble for you now?" ”

Wu Mei shook her head, "Thank you Your Majesty for taking care of me, I don't dare now." ”

Li Zhi was a little more satisfied, and couldn't help but think of Jia Ping'an, "Jia Ping'an, who joined the army with a hundred horsemen, is in Qujiangchi today, and a poem makes Shangguan Yi speechless...... Hahahaha! ”

He said that this was to adjust the atmosphere, but in Wu Mei's ears, it was good news.

Is the little brother so powerful?

"Your Majesty, why haven't you heard of Shangguan Yi and the poor nuns? But the talent? Wu Mei looked curious.

"You, you!" Li Zhi pointed at her and said with a smile: "That Shangguan Yi is talented, and the first emperor often asked him to draft edicts when he was there, of course he is talented." But Jia Ping'an's poetry is even more powerful. ”

He looked at Wu Mei, and the satisfaction in his heart was one more point.

Even Shangguanyi didn't know, which means that she has no desire to interfere in political affairs at all.

Wu Mei smiled and said, "I see. ”

How could she not know that she was serving by the side of the first emperor for a while, and Shangguan Yi often appeared......

She smiled brightly and with a little humility.

It's just like this spring.