Cai Jing heard the word battle this time, and there was no trace of strangeness on his face, so he stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, this time the selection of scribes to fight against the Liao envoy is related to the national system, and you can't be careless. ”

Huizong nodded and said, "Well, Qing Yan is very true, I don't know if there are any other candidates for Qing?" ”

Cai Jingdao: "The nephew of the minister, Ximen Wenxuan, is twenty years old, and is the first place in the Kaifeng Township Examination for the forty-first year of Shenghe. ”

Hui Zongqi said: "Oh, there is such a genius, why didn't he make an absolute attack on the Liao envoy?" ”

Cai Jing was a little embarrassed, but he still didn't change his face and said: "He has been in poor health a few days ago, recuperating at home, and when he heard the clamor of the Liao envoy today, he was immediately anxious and rushed to share his worries for His Majesty." ”

Fang Hao listened to Cai Jing's bragging that he didn't make a draft in order to promote his nephew, and he laughed secretly in his heart.

Huizong smiled and nodded: "Well, if you have this heart to serve the country and worry about the king, I am very happy, so come in." ”

"Yes."

After a while, outside the hall walked in a beautiful man dressed in white like snow and with a majestic figure, this person's face was like warm jade, his eyes were like Langxing, his nose was straight and his mouth was square, and his sword eyebrows were in his temples.

Ximen Wenxuan strode up to the hall, did not squint, knelt down on his knees, bowed three times and bowed nine times, and shouted in his mouth: "Minister, Ximen Wenxuan, knock to see His Majesty the Emperor, long live, long live, long live." ”

He is a son who has passed the township test, so naturally he does not need to call himself a grass man like Fang Hao, but is qualified to call himself a minister.

Huizong squinted his eyes and looked at it, obviously very happy, and nodded again and again: "Well, it's good, Aiqing is flat." ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Ximen Wenxuan Shi Shiran got up, straightened his clothes slightly, and stood proudly side by side with Fang Hao, under the comparison between the two, Fang Hao was immediately dwarfed in appearance.

Fang Hao was also a beautiful man in his previous life, with the appearance of angry Yanzu and not losing Tianle, otherwise he would not become an idol of tens of millions of girls, but at the moment his body is just a nineteen-year-old malnourished little beggar, with a yellow face and thin skin, and dull skin, although he can't be said to be ugly, but now he looks extremely inconspicuous.

Cai Jing obviously liked this nephew very much, and nodded at him lovingly: "Ximen Wenxuan, there is a decree from the saint, let you and this Fang Hao accept the literary test of the ministers together, and the winner will represent the imperial court to face the Liao envoy, are you ready?" ”

Ximen Wenxuan glanced at the black and thin boy in cloth beside him with his eyes, and suddenly a trace of disdain appeared on his face, and he said loudly: "If you go back to the Taishi, the student is ready." ”

"Well, okay," Cai Jing turned to the civil and military officials and said: "Colleagues, this time Ximen Wenxuan and Fang Hao are fighting against poetry and songs, limited to three games, the two winners win, which colleague will come up with the first question." ”

This old guy changed his words quietly, changed his own battle with Fang Hao to the battle between Fang Hao and Ximen Wenxuan, and then asked the ministers to ask questions, and he also took the opportunity to get rid of the embarrassment between him and the juniors, and he was really cunning.

A middle-aged white-faced minister arched his hand and said, "Taishi, the lower official is willing to come up with the first question." ”

Cai Jing said with a smile: "Master Chang, as the prince of the country, is the first master of knowledge in this dynasty, it is most appropriate for you to come up with the first question, please." ”

Master Chang nodded slightly reservedly and smiled: "The Taishi is falsely praised, and the lower officials will not be humble." ”

"You two listen well," he nodded slightly to Fang Hao and the others, and said in a deep voice: "My Great Song Dynasty is now the Holy Monarch, which can be described as a prosperous era through the ages, and the two of you will use the prosperous era of the ages as an introduction and write a poem each." ”

Fang Hao was a little dumbfounded, singing praises of virtue, this is not Lao Tzu's strength.

It's not his strong point, but it's obviously the strong point of this white-clothed, personable Ximen Gongzi, he raised his head and smiled slightly, and said to Chang Daren: "The student has a poem, and please correct it." ”

Master Chang pretended to be surprised and said: "Hey, the ancients had a legend of seven steps to become a poem, and the virtuous nephew has become a poem without one step today, which is really a terrifying young man." ”

Ximen Gongzi stretched his neck, his face was intoxicated, and then he knelt down on Huizong's knees, kowtowed three times, and groaned loudly:

"The sun rises in the east to welcome the morning sun,

My emperor's sword slashes the thief;

Subjects enjoy prosperity,

Hooray, hooray, hooray. ”

"Okay, okay, okay."

"Good poetry, good poetry, my emperor's sword slashes strange thieves, good spirit, good spirit."

"Well, listen and let me wait for my heart to be surging, Your Majesty's divine might, the blessing of the people, long live, long live, long live."

……

All of a sudden, the sound of color in the court was like a tide, and the civil and military officials knelt down together, shouting long live, long live long live, Huizong laughed, and his face was also full of joy.

Fang Hao didn't dare to stand alone, so he had to kneel on the ground with the big guy, scolding Ximen for being shameless in his heart.

He knew that he would never have this Ximen Wenxuan shameless, numb, and he would lose the first game.

"Fang Hao, it's your turn." Master Chang said to Fang Hao, who had a gloomy face.

Fang Hao smiled bitterly, suddenly his eyes rolled, the tiger's body was shocked, as if he had thought of something, he also shook his head and chanted loudly: "The country is a traitor and a thief outside......

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar, and the ministers were stunned and shouted:

"Bold."

"Presumptuous."

"It's too much, it's coming......"

……

"Shut up." Huizong shouted loudly, and the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were silent, and no one dared to speak.

Huizong stared at Fang Hao coldly and said, "Go on." ”

Fang Hao was not in a hurry, and continued to shake his head and said:

"Emperor Huizong descended to the earth,

The people bask in the holy light,

Even if you are a ghost, you are happy. ”

Quiet, absolutely quiet, no one in the civil and military officials spoke.

Fang Hao's face was happy, he shook his head and looked at the big guy, with a smile on his face.

"This ......"

A minister opened his mouth and wanted to comment a few words, it seemed that he was from Cai Jing and his gang, as if he wanted to criticize the poem to help Ximen Wenxuan, and another minister on the side hurriedly pretended to cough, and then squeezed his eyebrows at him, signaling him to stop.

This poem relies on the stinky shamelessness of Chiguoguo to praise Emperor Huizong, you have a kind of hemp skin, you don't say it's good, you don't dare to borrow your courage.

The minister who wanted to speak was also an adult chicken thief, so if he didn't understand the reason, he should stop his mouth quickly.

The scene was awkward.

With a snort, someone laughed, it was none other than Emperor Huizong, who was sitting on the dragon chair.

He squinted at Fang Hao for a long time, and said softly without smiling: "Ladies and gentlemen, let's comment on which of these two poems is inferior." ”

There was still silence below, and no one dared to talk, but since the emperor had made an evaluation, it wasn't a matter for the big guy to shut up like this, so why not come to protest?

Cai Jing coughed, as if there was thick phlegm in his throat and eyes that couldn't come out, and as if the tooth flower was inflamed and a little painful, he stammered a little: "This, this, Master Chang, the topic is yours, or you come to comment, we all listen to you." ”

The intestines of the prince of the priest are all repentant, and the hemp Lao Tzu has a lot of limelight to come up with a topic, and what a topic is not good, but there is such an unlucky topic.

It stands to reason that Ximen Wenxuan's poems are obviously higher than Fang Hao in terms of literary style, but Fang Hao's poem, who dares to say that he is not good in this poem? In this poem, it is directly written that Emperor Huizong, saying that this poem is not good, doesn't it mean that Long Live Lord is not good?

Can it be said that Fang Hao's poems are better than Ximen Wenxuan? In the future, your reputation in the literary world will stink, besides, you are not afraid of offending the literary world, aren't you afraid of offending Taishi Cai?

It's difficult, it's hard to be a person, and it's even harder to be an official.