Shendu, Guozijian.

Quan Ce and Shangguan Wan'er held a banquet on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor to entertain the first batch of 129 lifters, one-tenth of the tribute test.

Guanglu Temple was here in the early morning, and was busy until dusk, before he successfully retired, except for the two chief officials Guangluqing Zheng Zheng and Shaoqing Li Zhan, no one was qualified to participate.

The night just fell, the lifters gathered in groups, flocked to the road, all came to the Wenhua treasure land, provoked the surrounding people to lead the neck to watch, pointing and pointing, the lifters had many people to go crazy, chanted poems loudly against them, and there was no shortage of people who danced with their hands, but won the applause of many people.

When the guest of honor was not there, the Guozi Priest Jiu Ming Shanbin did not dare to make a mistake, and led the crowd to wait at the main gate of the Guozi Prison for a long time, and Quan Ce and Shangguan Wan'er's car was late.

"Xiaguan Guozi supervises the wine Mingshan Bin, meets Shangguan Zhaorong, and meets the champion Hou" Mingshan Bin bowed and saluted, he is a scholar-type bureaucrat, rootless and bottomless in the court, with his precipitous and self-exalted temperament, he rarely bends his waist to anyone, but he is obsessed with poetry, this worship, worship is not the two major forces in the court, but two poetry masters, worship willingly.

"Meet Shangguan Zhaorong, Meet Champion Hou" Many white-clothed shirts and big turbans followed the long body and shouted loudly, which was quite spectacular for a while.

Quan Ce and Shangguan Wan'er got out of the car separately and gave in to each other, or Shangguan Wan'er was a higher official, and she was a close minister, so she took the first step, held her hands weakly, and spoke, "Please get up for the sacrificial wine, please get up."

Shangguan Wan'er's posture is swaying, everyone is divided into two lines, she walks in the center, Quan Ce is half a step behind, the two walk all the way, one is charming, one is Zhilan Yushu, each has its own weather, in the surrounding candlelight, like a pair of beautiful people.

There is an elderly man, his mouth is full of emotion, "Walking like poetry, smiling like picturesque, don't blame Quan Langjun and Shangguan Zhaorong, can become a poetry saint, if the two of them are combined, I am afraid that the talent in this world will all belong to his family"

"Snort" There are people next to him who are more wide-ranging, scoffing at this, and mysteriously saying, "Don't look at them at the moment It seems to be harmonious, in fact, because of the battle in the court, it is bound to become fire and water, you can be careful, don't commit taboos"

"Oh......" someone suddenly realized.

"Hey......" There are also people who feel regretful, especially the old man, looking at the backs of the two, shaking his head again and again, youthful and talented, why do you have to mix with the filth of the court, and then think that he sharpened his head and paid tribute, and he also wanted to find an official and a half-job, and he couldn't help but blush.

"Xiaguan and others meet Champion Hou and Shangguan Zhaorong" Outside the main hall of Guozijian, the two officials of Guanglu Temple solemnly and Li Zhansu greeted him, he was recognized as a hardcore of power and policy, but he didn't have to pay attention to many taboos, and opened his mouth to put the power policy in front.

The atmosphere condensed slightly, Shangguan Wan'er paused, and Quan Ce took the lead, and entered the hall first, exposing the two of them in every detail, from the inside out.

Ming Shanbin first glanced at the move behind him, suppressed their commotion, and then lowered his head, shaking his head and couldn't bear to look at it.

According to the etiquette, Quan Ce led everyone to pay homage to Daolong Gong and the holy master Confucius, and then went to the Luming Hall to pay tribute to the transcription of the gold list of the previous tributes, and at the end, it was a blank rice paper framed by Huang Aya, Quan Ce stretched out his hand and pointed down, and said with a smile, "Gentlemen, Quan Ce is waiting for you to be listed on it"

The crowd was again in a chaotic manner to bow and thank.

When I arrived at the banquet, I toasted for a few rounds, and no one was greedy for food, all of them were nervously looking for opportunities to show their talents, and as soon as they found the reason, they chanted together, even if they were prepared, Quan Ce still listened to the acid in his stomach.

"Quan Langjun, Junzi Peilan, Guozijian Wenhua Holy Land, tonight's guests are gathered again, but you are wearing a sword, what is the reason?" Shangguan Wan'er spoke provocatively, her eyebrows and eyes flowed, but it was like a dream, and the wisps of thought and tenderness were all entangled in him.

Quan Ce untied the Zhan Lu sword worn on his waist, put it on the table, and dialed a thousand catties in four or two, "This sword is named Zhan Lu, given by His Majesty, there has been a decree, I am allowed to wear it in the palace, everyone, as a courtier, when the night is in the public, whether it is in the main hall or the national prison, the sword is with me, remember Jun Grace, consistently"

"Champion Hou Zhongyi, every day can be expressed, and students occasionally get a quatrain......"

"Shangguan Zhaorong thinks of the righteousness of a gentleman, such as the Yi of Lan, and the old man has a couplet, dare to ask Yazheng to ......"

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Everyone can be regarded as grasping a handle, and suddenly they stretched their talents in their chests, you sang and I appeared on the stage, and they competed with each other, which was very lively, Quan Ce and Shangguan Wan'er occasionally tasted and commented, and let them make a fuss, and their eyes occasionally intersected, and it was difficult to suppress the smile on their lips.

Shangguan Wan'er's eyes flashed a trace of cunning, coughed, and was silent, "I have heard that the champion Hou once sang in Shengzhou Fuqin, and the Turkic army retreated after a song, tonight is full of friends, why doesn't the champion Hou stop singing?" ”

Quan Ce glared at her covertly, "Hehe, everyone here is Qingliu Huaxuan, solemn and solemn, don't dare to insult Qingting with gaudy vulgarity"

"Hehe, the champion Hou is too modest, the vulgar song is in hand, the old man spent some effort, tossing and turning, although there is no rhyme, but there is a unique artistic conception, used to pay for singing the barbarians outside the Saiwai, appropriate" Ming Shanbin answered, praised, he listened to the sour poems and sour words all night, can not be into the ear of the truth is not much, quite tortured, diligently poured a glass of wine for the right policy, "Since the champion Hou is impatient to sing again, you might as well give a few words, and the crowd to sing in harmony, it is a good story"

"In this way, Quan Ce is ugly" Quan Ce knew that it was useless to excuse himself, and he did not pretend to be a gesture, "Sink your heart to the north, the south and the east...... Ugh"

Ming Shanbin was caught off guard, and when he saw him blurt out, he slapped his head away like a bully, snatched the pen and paper, licked the tip of the pen with his tongue, and lay on the ground, swiping his pen.

“…… Outside the merit of worshipping will become an immortal, only to return to the intestines, in case the Zen pass is broken, the beauty is like a jade sword like a rainbow"

Quan Ce was respectful, stood up, slowed down the rhythm of the chanting, watched the cursive fonts flow out under Ming Shanbin's pen, and arched his hand at him.

"It's all in the gut of the heart...... Beauty is like a jade sword like a rainbow...... "Many people gather into a huge circle, and they don't stop smacking, all of them are like gods to the right policy, and many people express their affinity in and out of words."

Ming Shanbin looked at it for a long time, and sighed for a long time, "Champion Hou's poems, there is no second person, who can write it unless he has great ambitions, makes great achievements, and suffers great suffering?" This poem has a Zen heart, a sharp mind, the mouth reads the teeth and cheeks, but the heart leaves a deep melancholy, touching people's heart, it can be described as extreme"

Quan Ce was praised with a blushing face, arching his hand, and wanted to say two words about the scene, but when he heard a light cough, everyone remembered, and forgot about a big man, Shangguan Wan'er was still sitting alone, and hurriedly restrained herself, Shangguan Wan'er's cheeks were flushed, and her towering chest rose and fell, "There is a champion Hou Jia as the finale tonight, this trip is not worthwhile, the banquet will end here, champion Hou, please"

Everyone thought that Shangguan Wan'er was angry, but Quan Ce knew that it was not the case at all, looked at her deeply, stretched out his hand and politely, "Shangguan Zhaorong, please"

The two stopped everyone from seeing each other off and left one after the other.

Mingshan Binwu was immersed in the poem, unable to extricate himself, and the lifters sighed and dispersed.

Li Zhan stood up and was about to say goodbye and leave, but was solemnly stopped, "Li Shaoqing, there are some official backlogs in the temple, I'm tired of you tonight, I'll invite you to come to the inn for dinner another day, left and right, I will accompany Li Shaoqing with my life, and I will be lazy."

After speaking, he brushed his sleeves and left.

"Yes" In Guanglu Temple, the cronies and subordinate officials who were solemnly promoted were so stunned in front of Li Zhan.

Li Zhan's face trembled, his eyes stared at the solemn back, the fierce light was shining, the villain was ambitious, and there was a backlog of official business? I reminded you three times and twice, you will only say that you are not in a hurry, but now, you are in a hurry, and you have to deal with it overnight? The bastard king of the end is not the son of man.

Outside the gate of Guozijian, Quan Ce and Shangguan Wan'er's cars parted ways, one to the north, to Sigongfang, and the other to the west, to Shendu Yuan.

No one noticed that on Quan Ce's carriage, there was a corner of pink dress, swaying in the wind.

The dawn of the Tang Dynasty

Dawn of the Tang Dynasty original