In the capital, the weather is freezing and the trees are thick icicles.

The power of the Xiaoice River period froze the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, and the transportation was forced to stop, and there were many fewer merchants coming to Liangxiang.

Liangxiang is the small commodity capital of the Ming Dynasty and the righteous bird of the Ming Dynasty.

It's getting colder.

The Ferris waterwheel is covered with a thick layer of snow.

In winter, there was a famine, the hungry people occupied the roads and plundered, and the chariots and horse-drawn carriages were difficult to walk in the snow.

The merchants of Jiangnan did not dare to take the risk and waited until next spring to come back to Liangxiang.

The official road of Liangxiang has become deserted.

Five fast horses galloped past, and Zhu Hou drove the fast horses and galloped in the snow.

Liangxiang, Library,

The four borrowing rooms were packed, and the students worked hard to copy the borrowed books on paper and return them as soon as possible.

Zhu Houzhao came to the library building, and when he walked into the first floor, he saw several people gathered together.

"Your Highness, there are people fighting poetry over there!"

Zhu Houzhao happily went over to join in the fun.

Two scholars stood in front of the bookshelves, one of them slightly taller.

"Brother Tai, this book edited by Lord Qiu Jun, I also liked it below, can you let me borrow it first." The slightly taller scholar was polite.

Zhu Houzhao wondered: "This book is sold in the bookstore in the market, why do you want to grab it?" ”

The scholar next to him said: "Brother Tai doesn't know, in this book, there is Mr. Qiu Jun's annotation, unlike others, Mr. Qiu Jun is the former cabinet chief, and he is a famous Confucian in the world, and he will have many insights when he annotates." ”

I read Qiu Rui's commentary, not the book itself.

I didn't expect that the books that the palace usually looks down on are so sought-after outside the palace......

The dwarf scholar didn't give in: "That's a fighting poem, Your Excellency first, please?" ”

The eyes of the people around lit up, and after waiting for a long time, they finally started to fight poetry!

I saw that Gao Shusheng pondered for a moment and took a few steps: "

Seven guests congratulated their birthdays at the same time, and the ancient poems and three longevity sentences were as new.

He was one hundred and eighty years old, and he was always from the east, west, north and south.

The dew washes the high pine like a drizzle, and the wind winds back to the winding path to roll Xiangyun.

The apricot garden collection is now re-seen, and the good history is also a photo.

”

Syllable~

Bang Bang ......

There was a burst of applause, and the people around him applauded.

"Good poetry!"

"What a poem!"

As soon as the short scholar heard it, he knew that he couldn't chant such a good poem, so he arched his hand and said: "Brother Tai is a talent, I admire it, let Brother Tai read this classic first." ”

The people around him don't feel ashamed, this high scholar's name is Huang Liang, and he is famous for fighting poems in the library.

Others haven't heard it, but Zhu Houzhao has heard this poem in the palace, okay, you actually stole other people's poems......

That Hongu is also a thief.

The crowd was about to leave.

"Stop, I've also taken a fancy to this book!"

Zhu Houzhao stood up with a smile.

Eyes fell on him one after another, and the high scholar Huang Liang arched his hand and said: "It's hard to get here, I can't think about it, how about fighting poetry?" ”

"You come first, or Hongu comes first." Zhu Houzhao danced with his hands.

"Brother, let's come first!"

Zhu Houzhao coughed dryly, and smiled and groaned: "

The name of the Purple Pavilion has recently been suspended, and the article is empty and self-pressing.

The lonely boat dares to hang the sky, and the heroic spirit should also shoot bullfighting.

Su Zi was slandered by the public, and Du Ling's barren grass called the poor.

Qiankun is not full of river flow, looking back at the green mountains and hills. ”

There was a dead silence.

Zhu Houzhao looked around blankly, why didn't anyone applaud?

"Good poetry!"

"What a poem! I listened to two good poems today! “

Zhu Houzhao smiled and took the book and threw it to the eunuch on the side.

Next, a voice sounded in the library from time to time: Stop, this book is also in the palace!

An hour later,

The little eunuch held a stack of books in his arms, followed Zhu Houzhao, and climbed from the first floor to the fifth floor.

"Count quickly, how many copies has Hongu robbed?" Zhu Houzhao was elated.

"Your Highness, I have robbed twenty-seven copies."

"It's only twenty-seven?!"

Zhu Houzhao snorted dissatisfiedly and said, "There are still more than two hundred copies left from that bullshit Cheng Qingshan!" ”

The little eunuch was aggrieved, he robbed so many books, and if he robbed it again, he would be beaten......

In the four borrowing rooms downstairs, it is rumored that someone has snatched twenty-seven books in one piece, and he is extremely talented.

"Let's go back to the palace first, and come back tomorrow to grab it!" The little eunuch asked.

"If Your Majesty goes to Kunning Palace for lunch, you won't see Your Highness......"

Zhu Houzhao kicked him, Yang James will definitely sue, sooner or later he will be beaten, it is better to go back later.

"What about the guy called the god of wandering poetry, this palace wants him to look good!"

"I didn't see it."

"Your Highness, Kang Hai has come to borrow books!"

Zhu Houzhao's eyes let out a fine light, and said, "Where is it, take the palace quickly!" ”

A scholar with a face like a crown of jade, took a book from the shelf, and no one around came up to grab it, and after staying in the library for a long time, he knew that this person was Kang Hai.

"Wait! This book Hongu also took a fancy to it. ”

Zhu Houzhao walked over with a smile on his back.

Kang Hai looked up in surprise, and saw five scholars coming over, led by the scholar, with a dignified appearance: "Brother Tai is a person who has written twenty-seven poems in an hour?" ”

"Well, will you come first or will we come first?" Zhu Houzhao was happy.

We?

Kang Hai is suspicious, five people go together?

"Master, this time the little one is coming, right?" A little eunuch said.

Zhu Houzhao remembered the name of this eunuch, his name was Gao Feng, he had studied in the Inner Academy, and he had been praised by the master of ceremonies many times, and he was more talented than ordinary Hanlin, but unfortunately he was a eunuch.

"Well, it's up to you, don't lose the face of this palace."

Zhu Houzhao wanted Gao Feng to try this person's talent.

Gao Feng was wearing a Confucian scarf, looking no different from a scholar, and asked proudly: "Brother Tai will come first, or will I come first?" ”

"Your Excellency comes first!"

Gao Feng pulled his throat: "

The vast smoke waves return to the dream, and the night rain in the south of the Yangtze River breaks the sorrow.

A song of acacia Jinshan Temple, the lonely sail far away over Yuzhang. ”

After Gao Feng finished reading, others clapped their hands and were dumbfounded, "Could it be that these five people are talented people in Jiangnan, and they are all talented." ”

Kang Hai frowned, this person's poems are not bad, but not excellent, thought about it, and said: "

Baojing west neighbor girl, Zheng next to the jade platform.

The autumn wind is lonely, and the sunset is full of springs.

The guests were all shocked and wanted to come down.

I don't know who the strings are singing for, and who Qingche is mourning.

Agreed! ”

Although Gao Feng's poems have some artistic conception, the story narrated is incomplete, but Kang Hai's is different, it is a complete story from beginning to end, and the emotions expressed are rich, which makes people sad and sympathetic.

The scholars nodded their heads, and some even secretly copied Kang Hai's poems.

Zhu Houzhao stood up with a smile: "Wait, this palace still thinks that you are really a prodigy, but that's it, it's time for this palace." ”

The scholars scoffed, not knowing who this stinky scholar was, but he looked extremely powerful.

Zhu Houzhao opened the folding fan and fanned it twice before saying, "Listen, this palace is going to read."

Sven is in decline in ancient times, and the true biography of my Tao has turned to ashes.

The wild goose is not high, and the unicorn occasionally guesses when he sees the letter.

Thunderbolt can't afford to be golden, and who knows the arsenal of purple electricity.

This gas is in harmony with the grass, and it is a common profit and loss. ”

After listening to this, Kang Hai was immersed in the poem for a while, stunned for a long time, and then presented the freshly arrived with both hands.

Zhu Houzhao smiled and said, "I agreed." ”

The small courtyard next to the yamen of Liangxiang,

Zhang Xian came to Yan Chengjin: "Lord Yan, there are people in the library who make trouble, only grab books, don't read books, this person even Kang Hai has been defeated!" ”

It has been circulated in the library for two days.

The wandering poet god Cheng Qingshan, the talented man Kang Dehan.

Kang Hai is not only one of the first seven sons of the Ming Dynasty, but also the champion of the fifteenth year of Hongzhi.

Who defeated him?

"Lord Zhang arrested him, what are you looking for this official to do?" Yan Chengjin acted as if nothing happened.

Can you catch it?

If you can catch this official, you will have been arrested a long time ago!

Zhang Xian's face was embarrassed, and he looked forward to Ai Ai: "He also brought four talented people, this person ...... It's called Zhu Xiaoshou. "That's a reminder, sir, do you understand?