Qin Ze has a lot of poems in his head, but there are not many that can be used here. It's not because the poem is too difficult, but because Qin Ze really can't understand the temperament of these great Confucians.

The eldest grandson now deliberately wants to find a teacher for Qin Ze, she thinks that the book of sages can wash away Qin Ze's bloodthirsty heart. After all, Qin Ze had burned tens of thousands of enemy troops in Lingzhou City, and she didn't want Qin Ze to end up with the same fate as Bai Qi.

Therefore, using Confucianism to suppress the killing intent in Qin Ze's heart is the best way.

It's a pity that Qin Ze really couldn't devote himself to it, the reason why he was able to burn the enemy army was not because he had a thirst for killing, but because he had no choice.

But no matter what, this time Qin Ze's performance must be handled properly.

It is necessary not only to convince the world's talents, but also to make the two great Confucians give up the idea of teaching Qin Ze. It is best to have the impression that the mud cannot be supported by the wall, and the rotten wood cannot be carved.

Therefore, Qin Ze chose Xin Qiji's "Qingyu Case: Yuan Xi", which is a superior poem in terms of artistic conception and diction.

And the reason why Qin Ze chose this is because the idea of this poem is similar to the previous Yuan Xi poem.

At a cursory glance, it is about the private affairs of children, but on closer inspection, it is a hidden mystery.

The time for a pillar of incense is still too short, and this year's poem is obviously too difficult. So by the last hundred, only about 30 people had actually gone up. As for the others, they are either here to join in the fun like Cheng Huailiang, or they are not knowledgeable.

Qin Ze neatly transcribed "Qingyu Case: Yuan Xi" in block letters, but there was still no title of the poem.

Because Qin Ze was the last one, everyone had already returned to their original positions after he finished writing. Those who write poems are naturally triumphant, and those who do not remember for a while are dejected.

Cui Ling and the Jiangnan genius stood on the side, also looking at Qin Ze coldly, and the talented people around them also looked at each other coldly.

Qin Ze smiled and raised a middle finger at them, then turned his head and ignored them again.

What does the middle finger mean, Cui Ling and they naturally don't know. But he also saw the disdain in Qin Ze's eyes, and he couldn't help but look at him at the moment.

The two great Confucians didn't care about this, but stepped forward with a smile and began to flip through the poems they had written from the table.

"Zimo is even banned, and Tonglou is connected to the Jiang River. The nine doors are lit up, and the pavilion is full of moons. The torch shook all night, and Luan Sheng was in harmony. The subjects sang the song of peace in unison. ”

The first sentence that Mr. Zhang picked up first was naturally made by Changsun Chong, and the first sentence of the opening chapter was a few numbers, outlining the lively scene of Chang'an Lamp Market. Then a stroke opened, and the pen turned to write about Lingyue Tower and Lingyue Pavilion, with the nine door lamps and the staircase moon containing the word lamp and moon, which is also in line with the poem title.

And the most important thing is the last two sentences, which are to attribute today's prosperity to His Majesty's Shengze, and the intention is really natural.

When Mr. Zhang read this poem, he also shouted three times in a row, especially when he read the last sentence, it was also heroic.

"A good sentence "The subjects are holy and sing the Taiping song together", the poem of the eldest grandson really expresses the thoughts of the people of the Tang Dynasty such as us. The poems, bones, ideas, and artistic conceptions are all excellent choices, not bad, not bad. ”

The people in the audience naturally understood a little, especially the servants of the Changsun Mansion, who also applauded in unison at this moment. Even the eldest grandson upstairs in Ling Yue showed a relieved smile at this time.

The eldest grandson's family can now be regarded as the Shangzhu Kingdom because it is desperately attached to the imperial power. They saw their status very clearly, and the fact that the eldest grandson Chong was so enlightened was naturally very happy with the eldest grandson.

Nodding to the maid on the side, an invitation was soon delivered to Changsun Chong's hand. The eldest grandson Chong bowed down and took it with both hands, and also saluted the eldest grandson on the platform.

"This kind of intelligence is enough for the eldest grandson's family to stand on it for a hundred years." Fang Xuanling and others were also all amazed. Even Cheng Laoyou, who has never liked to be with them, nodded again and again.

This is the wisdom of the eldest grandson's family, knowing that his power comes from loyalty, so every word and deed is always loyal first.

Changsun Chong's poem got off to a good start, and the next one is Cui Ling's poem.

"The crystal curtain reflects the treasure light, and the green quinoa is floating on the moon. It is peaceful and happy, and the king's grace and fortune are hidden. Confucianism is prosperous and the fields are abundant, and I wish to wash the armor on the three sides. ”

Bachelor Zhao on the other side has also picked up the poems written by Cui Ling, and he is also amazed when he reads them.

I have to say that the Cui family is now also aware of their situation, or they are beginning to learn to hide. Qin Ze's repeated blows have made the Cui family fall into passivity, especially now that Qin Ze has been sealed as the Marquis of Jingyang, it has let the Cui family know that Li Er really wants to attack the family.

Although the relationship between the emperor and the family is interdependent, the appearance of Qin Ze made the Cui family have to express their position.

After all, it is to be done for the world to see, and as for what the intentions are in private, only the family itself knows.

The four words of the king's grace are not expressing their heartfelt feelings to His Majesty, especially the last sentence "Confucianism is prosperous and the fields are abundant, and I wish the three-sided armor washing soldiers early" is the Cui family's wish for the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, and it is also the belonging of the sacred heart.

Everyone knows what the real purpose of this poetry meeting is, so Changsun Chong and Cui Ling will not leave Shengze. And this is not to please Li Er.

The eldest grandson naturally nodded in relief, and then raised his hand lightly and gave an invitation.

The development of a poetry meeting has completely changed the flavor here, but I have to say that the poems written by the two of them are all far-reaching.

So even Fang Xuanling and others, after listening to Cui Ling's poem, began to think about it.

These days, there are indeed too many people from the family who have been excluded from the court. Now Cui Ling's poem is like a plea.

"If I had said this earlier, I wouldn't have caused such a fate." Li Baiyao frowned and said lightly.

"It's a pity that I didn't realize what I was wrong with." Fang Xuanling, on the other side, also sighed lightly.

Speaking of which, he also has some inextricable relationship with the Cui family, but now he has long abandoned this relationship. It's just that seeing the Cui family like this, I still feel a little sorry in my heart.

If the Cui family really wanted to please His Majesty, they should not have gathered so many literati at this poetry meeting.

His Majesty's real mustard is not the loyalty of the Cui family, but their influence among the scholars.

"In this way, it seems that Jingyang Hou is still smart, and he chooses to be with the military, but he is also clean at this time."

Du Ruhui also smiled bitterly on the side, who of these people here didn't know what Li Er's wish was now. As long as Qin Ze does not fall for a day, then the family will decline more and more. Unless they can give up the court like the Lu family, and be willing to teach and educate people.

And for them, who is not inextricably linked to the family. So from the above, Qin Ze knew that there would be such a day from the beginning, so his relationship network was extremely simple. The family that holds most of the court, he abandons it like a shoe. The nobles who were in charge of the military power of the Tang Dynasty, he turned a blind eye. But he just made friends with Cheng Lao Demon and Yu Chigong......

"Alas, at first I still didn't believe that this son had such intelligence, but now it seems that we still despise it too much." When Li Baiyao said this, his eyes were shining.

Anyway, he recognized Qin Ze's son-in-law, since his son-in-law is so smart, why is he unhappy as a father-in-law!

The ministers of the DPRK and China were still sighing here, and the crowd over there erupted in cheers again. Like Qin Ze thought, Song Zhiwen was also intended to be on King Shengze, so he naturally got an invitation.

However, what those talents did next, there were some unsatisfactory ones, and some people even made a sentence obviously in order to make up the words: "The lamp market sleeps and the moon rises." This sentence is indeed good, on the contrary, there is still some artistic conception. It's just that one of his poems is in this kind of diseaseless moaning, so naturally it also provoked everyone to sigh. In the end, he was so ashamed that he hid his face and left.

There are also some that although the artistic conception is also correct, there are deviations up and down, so in the end, there are less than ten people who can get the invitation of the eldest grandson.

After thinking about it, it was finally Qin Ze and Li Shiyun. Everyone still has great expectations for Qin Ze, after all, that Yuan Xi poem has already given them enough shock.

Everyone was holding their breath, even the eldest grandson was quietly pricking up his ears to listen at this time.

It was Bachelor Zhao who read Qin Ze's poem, but he just glanced at Qin Ze's words, and couldn't help but nodded.

This hand is in block letters, and there is a pen stroke of a book saint.

"Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blows down, stars like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

Moth snow willow golden wisps. The laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd is looking for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim. ”

In the Tang Dynasty, most of them were based on poetry, and the citrus developed to its peak in the Song Dynasty because of its flexibility.

So now when they suddenly saw this poem, everyone was also a little stunned. But then I was deeply impressed by the artistic conception,

The opening sentence "thousands of trees bloom on the night of the east wind" vigorously renders the lively scene of the Lantern Festival.

The city is full of lights, the streets are full of tourists, fire trees and silver flowers, singing and dancing all night......

In particular, the word "moon" does not appear in the whole word, but it is commensurate with the word "jade pot". In terms of artistic conception, it seems to be much higher than Cui Ling and others.

Not to mention the phrase that has been sung through the ages, "The crowd is looking for him thousands of times." Suddenly I looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim." This sentence alone is enough to make this poem praise the world.

"A work of the last generation." Bachelor Zhao's face turned red with excitement, and he wanted to judge a few words, but in the end, he could only end with these four words.

It's just that poetry is good poetry, that is, above the intention......

I don't want Qin Ze to be the king of Shengze, but I want to be impassioned, but now it's ......

Zhang and Zhao, the two bachelors, sighed together, quite hating iron and not steel. Li Shiyun, who was on the side, suddenly blushed at this time, and looked at Qin Ze's gaze, which became more and more ambiguous.