After drinking the first glass of wine, after a short while, all the scholars put on the paper, ink, pen and inkstone that had been prepared for a long time, and the same was true in front of Jia Rudao. It's just that I don't know whether Lu Dao was intentional or unintentional, but the palace maid who placed the pen and inkstone for Jia Rudao directly put the inkstone in front of him.

The inkstone was removed, and a note appeared in front of him.

turned his head to look for the palace maid who had just placed the pen and inkstone, but found that the army of palace maids who had placed the four treasures of the study had all retreated like a tide.

Could it be that the predecessor hooked up with a woman and hooked up with the palace? This is a bit too big.

"The banquet is planned for nine rounds, the first tour is a banquet poem, and the remaining eight indefinite poems can be used, and there are two teas in the interval. Shi Xian is cautious. ”

After staring at it for a long time, Jia Rudao, who roughly understood the meaning of the short twenty words above, felt slightly relieved. Looking up, Dong Songchen, who was standing under the throne of the main hall, had a round face and a smile, and his head was slightly bowed.

Unexpectedly, the closeness that he did during the day was immediately rewarded, and Jia Rudao smiled at Dong Songchen with the same understanding.

Sweeping around, many scholars were already sharpening their ink and brushes, and they all thought that they had done their homework before going to the banquet. It's just that why didn't my sister tell me about this? Are you worried that you won't come directly when you hear about writing poetry?

But things have come to this point, and it is useless to think about it, and it seems that we can only learn from it.

Feasting for nine rounds, does it mean that this wine should be drunk nine times? If so, then there are eight rounds left in addition to this first round, which means that you have to borrow at least nine poems to pass the test.

Well, rubbing his forehead, Jia Rudao began to pick up the pen. Fortunately, he still has some level of calligraphy, and the only thing to worry about is that the font used in the Song Dynasty today is significantly different from that of later generations.

But I can't care about it so much at the moment.

After the tea time, the drums are playing, and the written notes are gathered and sent to the courtiers in the front row on the left and right sides of the imperial road, and they will select the best poems from these hundreds of poems, and then the left and right prime ministers led by the left and right prime ministers and the six servants will be judged by the left and right prime ministers led by the left prime minister Shen Guogong Zheng Qingzhi and the six servants.

After that, the top ten will be handed over to Zhao Yun, the top of the main hall, and he will handpick the top three from these ten poems.

This time, it was acrobatics performed in the main hall. Three weak and boneless little Lori are dressed in colorful clothes and make all kinds of incredible movements with the music.

Jia Rudao looked at it with interest, others eat and eat, and others drink and drink, there are too many rules for this banquet. Compared with the other scholars who were worried about their hearts, he could be said to be the most indifferent one.

He didn't care about this poet at all, he just thought that he wouldn't be too embarrassed to get through the trick. What's more, it still borrows from the verses of a celebrity who still wears open crotch pants today, and there is really nothing to praise and worry about.

In the face of an equally large number of Great Song courtiers, it was not difficult to select the best ten. After all, every courtier who can attend this Qionglin banquet, which one is not full of poetry and books?

Zuo Prime Minister Zheng Qingzhi and the six servants are not the leading Confucians of the Great Song Dynasty, although there are ten lines at a glance, no one doubts that there will be masterpieces that will be ignored. Because the poems on each piece of paper are anonymous.

Of course, it is not excluded that he can recognize who did it from the handwriting, but with Zheng Qingzhi's conduct, no one will doubt that he will show favoritism and fraud at this Qionglin banquet with the dignity of a dignified prime minister.

By the time the drums stopped, the ten masterpieces had been sent to Zhao Yun.

At this time, everyone knew that the top ten of the first patrol of the road had appeared. The entire hall instantly became audible and the air was almost frozen.

Jia Yidao seemed to be able to hear the violent popping of his heart to the left and right and the shizi opposite.

The high emperor's throne will always be the most eye-catching place in this hall, not to mention that the poet will soon be selected from the emperor's mouth.

To be able to become the first poet to write a poem at such a banquet, whether you are a first-class, second-class or even third-class jinshi, you will inevitably attract the attention of the government and the opposition, let alone the emperor's hand-picking.

In some ways, the nine poets who will appear tonight will already be able to see and touch them in the future.

"Ten thousand lamps of fine wine soaked in the heart, drunk chatting and juvenile madness. The wind is mostly blown away by the wind, and I am the only one to bully the overlord......" On the throne, Zhao Yun read softly with a beat.

"There is heaven and moon in the cup, and there are thousands of feelings in the abdomen. How many times can you get drunk in your life, why not drink until dawn? ……”

Zhao Yun shook his head after reading it and put down a few pieces of paper in his hand.

"Huh! Feng Zhao newly bounced into the crown, and came back to look at the sky. The clouds are covered with five-color rune flags, revealing thousands of officials and miscellaneous rings. Yan Xi happened to be on the Cow Girl's Day, and Luan Zhangguang reflected the wall. Dedicated poems to Chen Ya's foolish ministers, and saw the song weather. Zhao Yun put down the paper in his hand, raised his head and swept around the courtiers, and said softly: "Who made this poem?" ”

The sound was not loud, but it was clearly audible in the silent hall.

At this time, who still doesn't know Lu Dao, I'm afraid that it is the poet, and it will be on this poem. regretted it, but they also secretly glanced around to see who did it.

When Jia Rudao heard Zhao Yun reciting this poem, he secretly complained in his heart. I just wanted to learn from the poems of the champion below, but I didn't expect that the champion of the text was worthy of being the champion, and he actually suppressed hundreds of scholars in the hall.

"Back to Your Majesty, it was done by Weichen."

Seeing that the big men in the front row of the hall who had been waiting for a long time began to look for the person who wrote the poem, Jia Rudao knew that he was afraid that he would not be able to stand up again.

Today's Jia Rudao is still from the six-grade Tian Ling, and it is not an exaggeration to call himself a micro-minister.

As Jia Rudao got up, countless eyes converged on him at the same time, and the somewhat chaotic hall was suddenly quiet and then became a little noisy. Even the ministers of the court and the central government are all talking to each other.

Obviously, many people know him.

"Shi Xian?"

Zhao Yun glanced at Jia Guifei, who was sitting on his right side with an incredible expression, and said in surprise. However, this surprise only lasted for a moment, and Zhao Yun immediately came back to his senses.

"Ha Luha, okay, how does Zheng Qing think Shi Xian made this poem? It may be the poet of the first tour of today's Qionglin Banquet?

In front of the ministers and hundreds of scholars in the hall, Zhao Yun did not hide his appreciation and preference for this brother-in-law at all, and Shi Xian had already expressed it vividly.

Between the words, it has already been expressed that the meaning of Jia Nidao's borrowed work is to be a poem.

The white-haired Zheng Qingzhi glanced back at Jia Yidao, who was bowing down, and his eyes were a little complicated.

Of the hundreds of poems tonight, the ones that can be gathered in front of him are already more than 100 of the best. He had read Jia Yidao's poem before, and he had also read the rest of the poems, but on the whole they were actually unsatisfactory. is the only one that is unique and above everyone.

Whether it is artistic conception or meaning, it is the best choice. Of course, the most important thing is that the praise of His Majesty today in the poem and the vigor hidden in that verse make this poem naturally override the other hundred or so poems.

Jia Rudao, Zheng Qingzhi has never dealt with it, but he has heard of it. However, at that time, most of the people I heard were Jia Rudao's uninhibited, fighting crickets, gambling, and prostitutes taking advantage of Jia Guifei's domineering behavior, but I didn't expect him to be able to make such a poem, and beat all the scholars at this Qionglin banquet, and even the poems made by Zhou Tan, the champion Lang, were much inferior to him.

"Your Majesty, the artistic conception and moral of this poem are all masterpieces, and it is well deserved to be selected as the poet."

Zheng Qingzhi bowed and responded.

"Good! Since Zheng Qing also thinks that Shi Xian's poem is regarded as a poet, I think Shi Xian's poem is indeed a masterpiece. Then this first tour of poetry is none other than Shi Xian. Reward the first tour of poetry with a thousand taels of silver and a thousand horses of silk. ”

The brother-in-law is so competitive, Zhao Yun feels that his face is bright, and he will naturally not be stingy with the reward.

"Weichen Xie Your Majesty is rewarded!"

Jia Rudao could feel the suspicious and jealous eyes of the scholars around him.

He knows the truth of the tree better than anyone else, but things have come to this point, and it is obviously impossible to escape, and it is also not his nature, Shi Shiran sat down.

The drums sounded again, but it was the second tour that began.

The person sitting opposite Jia Yidao was a chubby young man, with a round face and a pair of small eyes, looking extremely happy.

"Brother Jia, what's the next question? Can you tell us one or two? The little fat man leaned forward, approached Jia Nidao and said in a low voice.

Glancing at the somewhat obscene little fat man, Jia Rudao looked up and found two young people on his left and right, one with disdain and the other looking at him with a slight sneer.

"Brother Jia, we only need to know the proposition, and I hope that Brother Jia can tell you one or two, and the younger brother guarantees that God knows the matter of Shikui, you know and I know. I also ask Brother Jia to fulfill it, and I am grateful. The tall thin man on the right hand saw Jia Rudao's surprised eyes, smiled and clenched his fists and whispered.

He didn't know any of them.

But apparently all three of them knew him.

After thinking about it for a while, Jia Rudao roughly understood that the three of them must have seen the note left by the palace maid before, and thought that they must have someone to help them win the first place in the first poem.

The faint threat of being tall and thin made him extremely unhappy. In particular, the slight sarcasm and condescending smile on his face touched some of his past memories.

It seems that this is the smile on the face of the former brother when he goes to see him in prison.

"Little fat brother, I can show you the title, but this topic can only be known to you." He didn't pay attention to the tall thin man who made a threat, and said to the little fat man with a faint smile.

"Little fat brother? Brother Jia, are you calling me? The little fat man looked left and right in surprise, and stretched out his fat finger to point at himself.

Jia looked at him steadily, with a look of whether there was anyone else in front of me besides you.

"Brother Jia, you're not playing with me, are you? I'm Yang Yizhi. The little fat man almost jumped up excitedly, "Come on, show me the title." ”

Yang Yizhi?

"Brother Yang, Shi Xian suffered some minor injuries and suffered from amnesia, no wonder." Jia Rudao said, pushing the palm-sized piece of paper pressed under the inkstone in front of Yang Yizhi with his hand.

It's just that the palm of the hand has never left the half-palm-sized note, which seems to be unintentional, but in fact, it blocks the possibility of the rest of the people, especially the thin and tall people, from peeping.

"Jia Shixian, you ...... It's too much of a deception! ”