March 15, the third year of Jian'an in the Eastern Han Dynasty, Xiangyang, Jingzhou Pastoral Office, back garden.

Liu Qi was sitting precariously, looking at the hundreds of unfamiliar figures below and the familiar names on the list, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: I really didn't know that in this small Jingxiang area, there were so many heroes and talents, and many of them would be high-ranking officials and celebrities in the Three Kingdoms, and they would also be legends who would be famous through the ages.

"Sima Hui, Pang Degong, Xu Shu, Xiang Lang, Yin Mo, Wang Cang, Pei Qian, Sima Zhi, Liang Hu, Handan Chun, Lai Min......" As a traverser, Liu Qi naturally knows what glory is represented behind these names?

He was a top student of the history department of Kyoto University 1,900 years later, when he helped the old lady cross the road, he suddenly saw a drunk car running a red light rushing over, he pushed the old lady aside, but he died under the wheel, but somehow he traveled to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty and became Liu Qi, the eldest son of Jingzhou Mu Liu Biao.

"Now I declare ......" Liu Qi, who was "recovering from a serious illness", couldn't help coughing loudly under the excitement of his feelings, and this cough lasted for three or four minutes in the future.

And mixed with Liu Qi's cough, a contemptuous voice came from under him: "I really don't understand my father, why do you always send a waste to preside over such a prosperous era as the Jingxiang Literary Society?" ”

Although this voice was very soft, it happened to fall into Liu Qi's ears, and even Sima Hui and Pang Degong beside Liu Qi could hear it clearly.

Obviously, the owner of this voice deliberately let Liu Qi hear it, and also deliberately let Sima Hui and Pang Degong, two respected old scholars, hear it.

Liu Qi naturally knew that this voice came from the mouth of his second brother Liu Cong. This Liu Cong and himself were born of the same mother, although they don't learn and don't know how to do it, but they always think about their father Liu Biao's Zhennan general, Jingzhou Mu, and Chengwuhou's position, so he treats himself as a thorn in the flesh, always trying his best to be in the limelight, and at the same time making himself ugly, even if he meets, he never looks at himself directly. It's been almost half a month since he crossed into this world, and I've never seen him call him brother.

However, Liu Qi didn't pay attention to Liu Cong, but continued to say with a straight face: "Next, I announce that the Jing Xiangwen Conference has officially begun. ”

As soon as Liu Qi's voice fell, he saw that the atmosphere was extremely warm.

He learned from the memory of Liu Qi that the Jingxiang Literary Society was an annual literati event in the entire Jingxiang region, and Xiangyang gathered the largest number of scholars in the entire Eastern Han Dynasty, so it was naturally extremely lively to hold such a grand event.

But there are those who call friends, those who chant poems, those who discuss current affairs, and those who drink and sing, but no one pays attention to themselves as the host anymore.

However, Liu Qi was not displeased, he carried the wine glass, slowly left the table, came to the middle of those scribes, quietly listened to the conversation of those scribes, and some even couldn't help but applaud and give some scribes a few drinks.

And the scholar Liu An followed Liu Qi closely, and from time to time according to his own orders, he wrote down something on the paper.

And Liu Qi didn't see it, at this time, Liu Cong, who was on the seat, saw his actions, pouted and said, "Pretend." ”

After about a stick of incense, when Liu Qi returned to his seat, he saw Liu Cong sneering at himself and said, "I don't know if you learned anything useful just now?" ”

Liu Qi smiled silently, but secretly sneered in his heart.

"How do you know, you ignorant boy? The information that this son just ordered Liu An to record is mainly used to analyze which characters have talents, so as to refer to them for their own use in the future. Hehe, knowing that Jingzhou will not belong to him in the future, how can this son not take precautions? ”

And Liu Cong saw that he was silent, and his face was even more angry, but Liu Qi saw that he quickly covered up the anger on his face, and then saw him suddenly stand up from his seat and said loudly: "Rank, today is the day when the annual Jingxiangwen Conference begins, how can there be no poetry on such a day?" Why don't you ask the eldest prince to write a poem to commemorate today's event, okay? ”

Liu Qi secretly sneered in his heart, he knew that this was Liu Cong, who knew that he didn't read much every day, and that reading and writing were okay, but he didn't know anything about poetry and writing, and deliberately made it difficult.

"If it was the original grass protection Liu Qi, maybe it would really be a fool, but if you bumped into Young Master Ben today, it will make you unlucky."

But Liu Qi still said with a straight face: "If there is chaos today, and the people suffer, we will inherit the merits of my father and the blessings of the court, and be able to enjoy peace and peace, and live in troubled times, how dare I whitewash the peace?" ”

As soon as Liu Qi said this, he immediately saw that those scribes were all looking at him in surprise, and some people were whispering something.

saw Liu Cong and smiled: "Why is the eldest prince talking so sharply? Are you the only one here who is worried about the world, and we are all whitewashing? I don't think you're in the mood to compose poetry. It's that I don't know how to compose poetry, and that's right, how can a son like the eldest son, who has only read a few years a little, do such a literati thing? ”

Liu Qi said calmly: "Oh? In this way, the second brother has made quite a contribution to poetry? Why don't you make a last song and share it with everyone? ”

I saw Liu Cong smile faintly: "Little brother is not talented, I have read poetry books for a few years, this poetry is also rough, today I will show off my ugliness in front of you, and I ask you for more advice." ”

After that, Liu Cong slowly drank a glass of wine and sighed softly: "If there is war and chaos today, and the people are displaced, I will take this as the theme, and the poem says: When you go out, you can't see anything, and the white bones cover the plain." There are hungry women on the road, holding their children and abandoning the grass. Gu heard the crying sound and waved his tears and refused to return it. I don't know where I died, how can I finish both? ”

As soon as this poem came out, countless scribes in the audience applauded, praising Liu Cong's good job in this poem, and asked to drink a cup with Liu Cong to celebrate the birth of this good sentence.

Only one weak young man was silent, his face a little pale.

But after seeing Liu Cong finish drinking, he smiled at himself and said, "How is this poem written by my little brother?" Please also ask the eldest prince to comment a few words. ”

Liu Qi sneered in his heart, and said lightly: "This poem is good, reflecting the war in the north and the tragic fate of the people in the war, but it's a pity that ......"

"What a pity? Please also ask the eldest prince for advice. ”

"It's a pity that this poem was not written by the second brother." Liu Qi slowly drank a glass of wine, looked at Liu Cong with a smile on his face, and said unhurriedly.

"What?" Liu Qi's words shocked many people, and they all looked at themselves on the main seat with shocked faces.

"The eldest prince is too daring to say this."

"Yes, it's a bit too much for people to write good poems that they have worked so hard to write are falsely accused of not being written by themselves."

"Alas, I originally heard that although the eldest prince is not highly literate, he has a generous temperament, and he can be regarded as a qualified heir of Liu Jingzhou, but today he said this sentence to show that he can't tolerate people in his heart."

"What a disappointment, what a disappointment."

The voices of hundreds of scribes filled the entire back garden, and almost everyone was talking about Liu Qi's narrow-mindedness, and he shouldn't frame a good person like this, only the weak young man with a somewhat pale face before, looked at Liu Qi with a strange look in his eyes.

Liu Qi didn't open his mouth to explain anything, but looked at Liu Cong with a calm face.

But when he saw Hehe, he smiled and said: "The eldest prince said that the poem just now was not written by the younger brother, but what evidence is there?" It can't be that the eldest prince said that this poem is from your handwriting, right? I'm afraid that even if the little brother read it just now, it will be impossible for you to memorize it as it is. ”

Liu Qi said lightly: "This poem is not written by my brother, the author of this poem is the scribe Wang Cang, this is one of his seven mourning poems." ”

"What?" Liu Qi's words were immediately thrown into the lake like a stone, causing huge fluctuations. There were also some familiar scribes who looked at the pale and weak young man sitting down in surprise.

Liu Qi naturally guessed that the person was Wang Cang, glanced at the other party with a smile, and said loudly: "Zhong Xuan, I also know a little poetry and books in the next, and often praise the seven mourning poems of Zizhi, so I have read a few poems, and I happen to remember this poem, and now I read it, I don't know if it's right?" Please also ask Zhong Xuan to correct him. ”

Liu Qi took a sip of wine slowly, his voice suddenly became low, and he slowly chanted: "There is no chaos in Xijing, and the jackal and tiger are in trouble." Abandon China and commit yourself to Jing Barbarian. Relatives feel sorry for me, and friends chase after me. When you go out, you can't see anything, and the white bones cover the plain. There are hungry women on the road, holding their children and abandoning the grass. Gu heard the crying sound and waved his tears and refused to return it. I don't know where I died, how can I finish both? drove the horse away, and could not bear to hear this. Climb the south to the shore of the tomb and look back at Chang'an. The people who went to the spring to understand the bottom of the river were sad and sad. ”

After reading it, Liu Qi glanced at the stunned Liu Cong and Wang Can, stood with a smile, and said to Wang Can: "I have finished reading this poem, Zhong Xuan, Zhugong, please correct......

But seeing that Wang Cang's face was a little pale, after a long time, he gritted his teeth, stood up, shook Liu Qi, and said respectfully: "The eldest son recited a word for word, this poem was written by Cang, and the day before yesterday was exchanged by the second son for three liters of wine, and the second son also asked the second son to keep it secret. Please rest assured, the second son, the three liters of wine will definitely be returned to you in the future. ”

After finishing speaking, I saw him make a long bow to Liu Cong to apologize.

After Wang Cang's sentence was finished, many scribes present looked at Liu Cong with disdain, but they were full of curiosity about Liu Qi, and they didn't understand why Liu Qi knew about the poem made by Wang Cang.

Some scribes also began to suspect Liu Qi's intentions, and secretly thought: "Could this be a trap set by the eldest prince?" In this way, how deep should the eldest prince's scheming be? Even siblings can't tolerate it. ”

Thinking of this, the gaze of these scribes at Liu Qi became unkind again.

I saw that Liu Cong also sneered and said: "Don't believe the words of these two people, it is clear that the eldest son ordered someone to steal the poems below, but asked Wang Cang to continue the work, these two conspired and calculated, especially the eldest son, as the elder brother, and the next mother, actually used such a dirty trick, it is really despicable." ”

Liu Qi smiled, stopped the conversation of the scribes in the seat, and said lightly: "As long as the second brother is making a poem that is equivalent to the literary style just now, the elder brother will admit to conspiring with Brother Zhong Xuan to plot against you, I don't know what the second brother thinks?" ”

Liu Qi immediately saw that Liu Cong's face changed suddenly. He expected that Liu Cong was just preparing this poem this time, mainly to make himself ugly, and now seeing the other party's expression, he naturally knew that he had guessed it, and couldn't help sneering secretly, he naturally knew that Liu Cong was even more unlearned than himself, if he was allowed to compose poems with real skills, I am afraid that even if he was not much better than a smooth mouth without any literary talent.

But seeing that Liu Cong's face changed and changed, he finally sneered: "Little brother is really strange, the eldest prince doesn't read poetry books every day, how can he know Zhong Xuan's new poems this time?" Little brother, I'm afraid you only know this poem, right? If this is the case, then it proves that the eldest prince is indeed conspiring with others to frame the younger brother. If not, please ask the eldest prince to make a few more poems, or recite a few, as long as it can be comparable to the style of the poem just now, the younger brother will admit that this poem is really written by Zhong Xuan. ”

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