It's really useless.

Zhou Zhi sat at the back of the ministers, watched Xu He stand up, and then respectfully said that he was not as good as Cheng Xingmou, and scolded secretly in his heart.

Seeing Cheng Xingmou's face full of indignation, he turned surprised, uneasy, and a little in a hurry, Zhou Zhi scolded and scolded in his heart.

Xu and one sentence completely calmed down the whole questioning turmoil.

None of the parties spoke anymore, and no one else could do anything.

The battle for the champion has now come to a complete end, and no one can take advantage of it to cause a little turmoil.

Although Zhou Zhi did not intervene in this matter at first, he also knew that it was the Fan Yang Lu clan and the Xingyang Zheng clan who secretly used their forces, which caused the current situation.

It's just a pity that the Lu family and the Zheng family haven't fully exerted their strength, and the whole thing came to an abrupt end.

Fortunately, there are still aftermaths, so he made a convenient move today, but unfortunately, he was easily dismissed by the king of Nanchang.

It's really a pity, if this thing can set off a bigger storm, then with this wind and wave, he did it, it would be really good.

But despite this, today's business is not over.

Zhou Zhi's eyes swept over the crowd, and it was at this time that an elderly man in his fifties with gray temples walked out from behind the banquet table.

"Du Ming of Fenzhou, I have seen Li Gong, I have seen the King of Nanchang." Du Ming arched his hand to Li Jingxuan and Li Xuan, and said sincerely: "Today, the young man is salty, and the sages are gathered, Du has heard the fame of the king of Nanchang for a long time, and I don't know if I can ask the king of Nanchang to make a gift to remember the grand occasion." ”

In an instant, the eyes of countless people fell on Li Xuan.

Li Xuan glanced at Du Ming deeply, and in an instant, his face was full of embarrassment, and at the same time said to everyone with a wry smile: "If you write poems and lyrics, this king can do it in an instant, but if you are good at it, if you are strong, I am afraid that you may not be able to achieve it all day." ”

Fu, there are long narratives, there are also short lyricism, so the length of the text varies, and the number of words varies.

For example, Ban Gu's "Liangdu Fu", Cao Zhi's "Luo Shen Fu", Sima Xiangru's "Shanglin Fu" and so on, their word counts are more than 1,000 words.

The recently famous Wang Bo's "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" also has more than 700 characters.

Li Xuan doesn't remember many ancient names, and it is too difficult to fit the scene.

Someone is embarrassed for him, just need to read all the poems Li Xuan once made, and you will know that he has never done Fu.

Li Xuan saw that Du Ming was still going to say something, waved his hand, and said with a gentle smile: "Today's matter, the protagonist is not this king, but all of you here, this king is inconvenient to take the lead, why don't you write a poem today and give it to you as a commemoration, how about it?" ”

There are all smart people present, Li Xuan said this, how could they not understand the strangeness of this.

If you really want Li Xuan to do it, it doesn't matter if you want to write it well, there will be less time for the whole day, and if you don't know that everyone's eyes will fall on Li Xuan, not to mention the rest, just like Li Xuan said, it will inevitably dominate.

What's more, whoever is good today will let the king of Nanchang make a long fu, and everyone immediately noticed that something was wrong.

Cheng Xingmou took the lead in standing up and arched his hand at Li Xuan: "Thank you Lord for your good intentions and profound intentions, and we will listen to the prince's masterpiece." ”

Xu and Zhuge Minghui stood up at the same time, and arched their hands at Li Xuan: "We are respectfully listening to the prince's masterpiece." ”

"Sit down." Li Xuan stretched out his hand, then turned his head to look at Li Jingxuan, Li Jingxuan looked solemn and nodded.

Li Xuan gestured gently, then looked at everyone, picked up the pen, and waved it on the rice paper.

After writing, Li Xuan handed it to Li Jingxuan on the side, Li Jingxuan glanced at it, and couldn't help but read: "In the past, it was not enough to boast, but now there is no end to debauchery." The spring breeze is proud, and you can see all the Chang'an flowers in one day. ”

Li Jingxuan looked at Li Xuan in surprise, and said with a sigh: "The king of Nanchang is really talented, and after he entered the department, he will be a scholar in the world." ”

"If a boy wants to fulfill his life's aspirations, he reads the Five Classics diligently in front of the window." Li Xuan smiled, looked at everyone, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, this king is waiting for you here next year." ”

Although there is a sense of hospitality today, there are many of them, and they still comfort the fallen scholars, and return to the original intention.

After Li Xuan finished speaking, he raised his wine glass, turned his head to look at Li Jingxuan, and said respectfully: "Jingxuan Gong, please!" ”

"Please!" Li Jingxuan nodded with satisfaction, then looked at the many scholars present, raised his glass and said, "Everyone, please!" ”

"Please!" Many scholars raised their glasses at the same time, and their eyes looking at Li Xuan were full of shock and admiration.

……

In the past, it was not enough to boast, but now there is no end to debauchery.

The spring breeze is proud, and you can see all the Chang'an flowers in one day.

Zhou Zhi put the rice paper with "After Dengke" written on one side, looked at the beautiful Qi Niang opposite, and asked, "Do you say that the king of Nanchang can do it?" ”

Qi Niang obediently put away the rice paper, then placed it on the low table on one side, looked up at the top of the canopy boat, and said softly: "How can such a person with amazing poetry not know how to do Fu, it's just whether Fu is done well." ”

Although Zhou Zhi didn't want to admit it, he still nodded and said: "The king of Nanchang is amazingly talented, no matter how bad he is, he is much stronger than ordinary people, it's just that he is not good enough, and he may even be stronger, but he is just hiding it." ”

Qi Niang meekly gave Zhou Zhi a glass of warm wine, and then leaned softly on his side.

Looking beyond Zhou Zhi and looking outside, Qujiangchi, she had traveled to Qujiangchi when she was a teenager, but since she was confiscated into the palace, she has never come here.

It has never even been out of the sight of the palace and the Department of Teaching.

It is rare that he was allowed to travel with Zhou Lang in Qujiang today, although some of the calculations behind this are disturbing.

Zhou Zhi stretched out his hand to hold Qi Niang in his arms and said softly: "No matter what, we should just follow this poem by the King of Nanchang and enjoy swimming in the lake." ”

"Hmm!" Qi Niang responded softly.

Zhou Zhi sat in the canopy boat, looking at the lake outside, one after another pleasure boats were moving slowly, most of them carried musicians and maikos, some of them were boating and drinking, and they were enjoying music and dance; In some miscellaneous ladies' groups, they laughed and frolicked and flirted; Some of them were three or five people, taking off their crowns and taking off their shoes, and they were paid excessively.

Zhou Zhi's mind fell on other places, no matter what happened today, the goal was achieved.

A poem by the king of Nanchang was sung in the whole city in an instant, and unconsciously, more and more people came to Qujiangchi.

Fishing in troubled waters is much more convenient.

I don't know who came this time, it was the Tubo people who communicated with him through the people of Vientiane Pavilion before, but Vientiane Pavilion was severely injured by the King of Nanchang a few days ago, and even their pavilion master was severely injured by Ming Chongyan through the Chang'an Array.

So, will it be the Tibetans?

The sky gradually darkened, Zhou Zhi's face became more and more ugly, he had obviously made enough marks on the hull, but why hadn't anyone come yet.

Zhou Zhi put one hand on Qi Niang's neck and stroked it gently, Qi Niang gently leaned on Zhou Zhi's arms, as if she didn't know that only if Zhou Zhi used her strength, her neck would be easily broken.

But Zhou Zhi never made a move.

Because he knew that if Qi Niang really died here, then those people in Qinxiangyuan would definitely turn everything out, and they had enough means.

They will never allow Qi Niang to come out of Qinxiang Yuan to his side, the purpose is to make him obedient.

It is to let him guarantee that this news will be delivered to the Tibetan people today.

This information, they have a greater use......

The cruise ships around him were also gradually dispersed, and Zhou Zhi slowly breathed a sigh of relief, if people didn't come, he couldn't do anything.

Today is just because the palace test ended the Qujiang banquet, and the curfew was delayed for an hour, not that there will be no curfew tonight.

Zhou Zhi didn't wait for the slightest, as soon as the scheduled time came, he immediately got into the carriage and returned to Pingkangfang, he wanted to send Qi Niang back to Qinxiangyuan.

I have to talk about it.

……

Sitting in the carriage, Qi Niang lifted the window to look out, and said softly: "Zhou Lang, it's raining." ”

"Huh?" Zhou Zhi was stunned, and subconsciously followed the car window to look outside, and saw that the entire Chang'an City was silently shrouded in a layer of rain.

Drizzle, spring rain.

"Spring rain is as expensive as oil!" Zhou Zhi sighed lightly, then took his gaze back, and as soon as he turned his head, he was stunned in place.

Qi Niang didn't know when she had passed out, and beside Qi Niang, there was a short-bearded man who appeared at some point, wearing an ochre-colored cardigan robe, holding a short knife in the other party's hand, and looking at Zhou Zhi with a playful face.

"Hero, spare your life, spare your life." Zhou Zhi immediately raised his hand, his face full of panic.

Although he has a little cultivation, he is a civil official, and he is not good at killing at all.

The person who came sneered and glanced at Zhou Zhi, and snorted disdainfully: "What am I here for, you should know, things?" ”

The corners of Zhou Zhi's eyes jumped wildly instantly, but he still asked with an innocent face: "Hero, what are you talking about, what are you...... Whatever you want, I've got it all here. ”

While speaking, Zhou Zhi quickly took out the money bag, sachet and waist card, as well as all the ornaments on his body, but there were no such things as anyone said.

The face of the person who came suddenly became gloomy.

But then, he suddenly came over, and then carefully took out a blue money bag from his body, threw it directly, and said in a deep voice: "The money you want is all in there, order it yourself, it's not bad at all." ”

Zhou Zhi's face suddenly became solemn, he carefully picked up the money bag, and then opened it in front of the visitor.

There are thirty chapters in total, each of which is a thousand-dollar bill of exchange.

The bill of exchange belongs to the largest Tongyuan cabinet in Chang'an, which is very special, and the access only recognizes the bill, does not recognize the person, and does not need a voucher.

The most important thing is the numbers, which are not wrong at all.

Zhou Zhi finally breathed a sigh of relief, picked out a wooden hairpin among the ornaments with the tail finger of his right hand, and then looked at the person who came.

The visitor's expression suddenly relaxed, and then he carefully picked up the wooden hairpin, and then looked up at Zhou Zhi.

Zhou Zhi's hands were twisted, and the person who came immediately understood.

However, he didn't open the hairpin immediately, such a short hairpin, even if the information was clear, it must be a very small font.

As soon as he backhanded, the hairpin was gone.

Raising his head slightly, the visitor saw Zhou Zhi looking at him vigilantly.

He smiled, waved his hand, and said softly, "Don't worry, we still need you in the future." ”

After saying a word, the person who came immediately lifted the window of the car and was about to jump out, but at the moment when he was about to jump out, a cold arrow shot coldly from the front.

In an instant, the long arrow had already grazed his neck and flew directly into the heavy rain behind him.

A crisp sound of horses' hooves sounded on the long street of the rain curtain.

In the blur, a figure approached.

(End of chapter)