Moreover, after Emperor Ling learned that tens of thousands of people would come to visit the Han Royal Press to buy books, he summoned Liu Na overnight and arranged for black-clothed guards to protect the safety of the Press.

Then he fell asleep, and didn't get up refreshed until the next morning, and the maid seventeen hurriedly washed and combed the Lingdi hair, and after the morning exercise, he hurried to the printing house.

Emperor Ling was dressed in civilian clothes, and the young man was dressed up. And Wang Yue carried a sword at his waist, dressed as a family member, and followed closely behind Emperor Ling.

The maid seventeen is also a lively person, and the Emperor Ling saw that she was very yearning, so he brought her out.

The area around the printing hall was already full of people who had rushed to read the news.

These people who read books exchanged names with each other and praised each other, and it was very lively.

The Spirit Emperor was in the middle of the crowd, looking at it with interest, feeling particularly fresh.

"Childe is polite." Suddenly, a gorgeously dressed young man came over to greet Emperor Ling when he looked around curiously.

Wang Yue was about to step forward to stop him, but Emperor Ling secretly waved his hand and bowed to the young man in gorgeous clothes and said, "Son, polite!" With the opening of the Printing House, Childe is here to grab a book of "Rites", right? ”

The young man in Huayi had a sad face and said: "I heard that Director Cai of the Printing House sent a famous post to invite more than 10,000 Confucian celebrities, but in fact, there were more than 10,000 people who came. Looking at this place, it is estimated that there are 30,000 people! ”

"The book "Rites" seems to have nothing to do with me."

Emperor Ling smiled: "Gongzi's surname? If you don't like it, I'll give it to you if I grab it. ”

The young man in gorgeous clothes raised his head suddenly, his eyes flashing, "Really! Then Beihai Kong Rong is so grateful! ”

"Are you Kong Rong Kong Wenju?" Emperor Ling's heart moved, and he couldn't help but ask.

"It's down there!" Kong Rong hurriedly replied.

"Oh, Kong Wenju's name is really thunderous!" Emperor Ling said: "My surname is Liu, and my name is Baili!" The word jade scarf. ”

Emperor Ling, however, took apart the two words emperor and turned them into a name and a word.

At that moment, Emperor Ling said again: "Brother Wenju, then let's go forward as soon as possible, maybe we can really buy a copy of Cai Yong's handwritten "Rite" for half a tael of silver." ”

"That's great!" As he spoke, the two of them came forward. The crowd was surging, and Seventeen didn't care about anything else, and hugged the Spirit Emperor's arm tightly with both hands, and then he barely kept up.

Emperor Ling felt Seventeen's thin waist and plumpness, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Seventeen has grown up." Where it should be skinny, where it should be thin, where it should be drummed......"

At that moment, the four of them moved slowly towards the printing hall with the flow of people.

In the printing hall, groups of people are immersed in work, and when the visitors want to get closer to see what is going on, they are blocked by the black-clothed guards on the side: they can only watch from afar, not close!

The visitors immediately thought that the Luban disciples always kept the tricks and didn't teach!

Nowadays, the miracle created by the emperor can be seen from a distance, how can people take a closer look!

At that moment, some people wondered: "Can a piece of white paper be turned into words after being pressed on this rectangular wooden plate?" I can't believe it! ”

"If you understand, then you can open a printing house, and maybe the emperor will invite you to be the director."

"Look, the book of "Rites" is bound, so neat! It would be a pleasure to be able to buy this book. ”

"I bought it specifically for my son, I haven't seen my son for almost a year, this time I went back and bought a textbook for him!"

......

"Brother Jade Scarf, there are too many people this time, I heard that only 10,000 copies of the book "Li" are printed and sold out, and the rest will be supplied to the students of Taixue. This time, we're both a little hanging! ”

Emperor Ling said: "Don't worry, even if there is some suspense, maybe there will be other opportunities to get the book." ”

After a while, the four of them followed the flow of people out of the printing house and came to a square.

And the noise is coming.

The four of them looked over there and saw a large notice posted on it, which read:

Poetry Writing Activity!

All guests are welcome to participate. If you write a short poem with five or seven words on the topic of "Rites", and seven of the ten distinguished judges can pass it, you can get a copy of "Rites" for free!

At this time, a showman sent a poem he had just made.

The judges looked at them one by one, most of the judges kept nodding, and only one judge took a cursory look, shook his head, and put it down.

Na Xiucai was about to leave disappointed, when he heard a voice on the side say: "Nine judges have passed this poem, congratulations to this young son, you can get a copy of "Li" for free!" ”

Na Xiucai's eyes lit up, and he was immediately excited, got the long-awaited "Li", and looked at it carefully.

"Oops-" Someone on the side watched Xiucai flip through the book and exclaimed: "This is really Cai Yong's handwriting!" I've seen his calligraphy! It's a real thing, it's only half a tael of silver! ”

"Yi Xiucai, I'll buy your book for one or two silver, is it okay?"

Yi Xiucai hurriedly hugged the book tightly in his arms and left proudly.

"Hey, hey, Yi Xiucai, add one or two, is it okay? .......”

The Xiucai surnamed Yi didn't look back, ignored him at all, and just walked away.

"Brother Wenju, do you want to go up and give it a try, with your great talent, you will definitely write a good poem!"

"Brother Jade Turban, if you don't say that I will go up too, this is the only chance I can get this book."

As he spoke, Kong Rong stood quietly on the side and started to write poems seriously.

On the side, someone pointed at Kong Rong and said, "Hehe, look at this person, he is not very old, he pretends to be quite similar, and he is writing poems here with a pen." ”

"Hahaha, laugh to death! What can a little hairy boy write, waste ink! ”

"Child, can you make a poem? If you can't do it, don't do it, give me the position. ”

An old pedant was curious, and looked down at Kong Rong writing poems, "Huh! Yes, this is very beautifully written! ”

Then slowly read out the poem written by Kong Rong word by word:

"The Han family is prosperous, and the court is righteous and bright. 30,000 talents gathered, and the Quartet etiquette was completed.

Emperor Ling has divine skills, and the book "Rites" is new. Who knows that he is young, and he is a hero of etiquette and righteousness. ”

The old pedant watched it three times in a row, and at the end, he slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Good poem!" If you can write such a good poem, you will definitely be a dragon and a phoenix among people in the future! ”

And the group of people who were laughing at Kong Rong's poetry became dumb all of a sudden.

I can't believe it's true!

"Hmph, show the judges, the ten judges are all ministers of the DPRK and China, and their literary level is outstanding! Such poems are garbage in their eyes! ”

Kong Rong glanced at the gang contemptuously, threw the pen, blew on the paper, and then gave the manuscript paper to the judges with both hands.

The ten judges looked at it and nodded incessantly, "The first two sentences of this poem are really well written." ”

"Yes, the Han family is full of talents, and the court is full of people who understand righteousness! These two sentences alone can make most literati in the world bow down! ”

One of the judges asked Kong Rong, "Did you write this poem?" ”

Kong Rong was neither humble nor arrogant, and his hands arched slightly, "My lord, look, the people who mocked me just now can testify that I wrote it." ”

When the gang saw this, they shouted gloatingly: "My lord, this poem is written by this little hairy child, a poem that doesn't make sense, and it is embarrassing to take it out, adult, throw it away quickly, so as not to stain your hands!" ”

But the judges ignored the gang, holding the manuscript and reading it incessantly.

"Good poetry, good poetry!" The ten judges unanimously affirmed, "This poem deserves to be at the top of the list!" ”

"Huh? - "The people who laughed at Kong Rongzheng's energy were dumbfounded.

I didn't expect that although people are young, they have long been familiar with poetry and books, and they will be able to sit in the high hall in another year!

"Yes, yes, I can write such a good poem at such a young age!" looked at the payment, "Kong Rong, do you have a master?" Otherwise, change it to my name, and within three years, I will definitely guarantee you as an official in the court. ”

But Kong Rong smiled and said: "Thank you for your kindness, my father has taught me since I was a child, and my father is also a teacher, and my teacher is also a father, so I will not apprentice to a teacher." ”

Kong Rong continued: "What about my reward? ”

Suddenly, the judges ordered their subordinates to quickly take the beautifully packaged "Rite" and solemnly deliver it to Kong Rong.

In the whole square, there was thunderous applause!