"Send this girl to my Dragon Head Palace?"

The saint master's words were shocking, almost shocking the jaws of several people in the box.

Liu Hengzuo was dumbfounded, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time. Jia Cong held the pear that he had bitten into, and his eyes were weird and secretly aimed at the old man's ...... What a place?

Syllable!

The Emperor Taishang slapped Jia Cong's brain, and scolded angrily: "What do you want? I like older ones! ”

Belch~

"Father, even if you are old, the imperial doctor will let you abstain, and your son will not be able to leave you."

Ahem......

Although his son's words were numb, the old man listened to them very intimately.

In fact, he really didn't have any desire for that little widow with a flat body, but Daxia wanted to completely annex the Japanese kingdom, and it was impossible for three or five years.

Therefore, a powerful feudal town like the Satsuma Domain must be won over while fighting, and it is best to fool the ocean-going force of Great Xia enough to flatten the entire Japanese Kingdom.

Since Shimazu Hisaharu of the Satsuma Domain wants his daughter to enter the palace as a concubine, isn't the concubine also a concubine? When he returns to heaven one day, he will take him away directly, saving trouble.

"It's decided, and when the Ministry of Rites is done in a few days, I will send this woman to the Dragon Head Palace. Doesn't she love to dance? It just so happens that I like to watch it. ”

Knock knock, woo woo~

"What is this? How is it the same as a funeral one? ”

The dance on the high platform was okay, and it was the music of this Wa Kingdom that made all the guests in the Xiyin Building frown.

Emperor Taishang felt that this was a slap in the face, and if Longshou Palace played such music for him every day, he would have to send him away early.

Jia Cong remembered a certain opening ceremony of the underworld that he saw on TV in his previous life, and couldn't help but smile helplessly: "In the words of the sage master, this is the dance of the gods of the Wa Kingdom, and only noble women can dance." Moreover, the ghost worship plot in the Japanese country is appropriate, and it is appropriate to say that it is a funeral music. ”

"And what's that lump behind her clothes? Quilts? ”

The Emperor Taishang originally wanted to praise the kimono worn by Shimazu Kumi for being different, but he remembered a rumor and couldn't help but ask Jia Cong, who seemed to know a lot.

"I heard that the original Japanese women carried futons with them, so that they could ...... with the people."

Oh? And such things?

Emperor Liu Heng felt that his three views had been refreshed again, and he was really a small country and a widow, and he was shameless. It seems that I must hurry up and bring the people of the Outer Empire under the rule of the Celestial Empire, and then send a man of great virtue to teach him well.

How can you be born without shame!

Jia Cong also didn't understand these things, so he made do with explaining that this was just a half-finished product derived from Wufu Tang costumes, and after Shimazu Kumi finished the first dance, Ersheng was not very interested in these.

Although the tune of the music is difficult to hear, the Daxia nobles who are accustomed to listening to Yale frown, but Shimazu Kumi has a sweet appearance, and a few days ago, she specially modified the sacrificial dance according to the preferences of the Daxia nobles, and the dance made many people love it.

However, today's idle dance is just an addition, and the focus is on the written examination of students from both countries.

For this reason, Shimazu Kumi took out several lottery heads, which are good objects worth a thousand gold.

One of them is said to be the authentic work of the book saint Wang Xizhi, which almost caused a sensation in the audience. Jia Cong turned his gaze to the emperor, only to hear him say leisurely: "It is impossible to distinguish between truth and falsehood, but it can be seen that the Satsuma clan attaches great importance to sending people to study. ”

Jia Cong replied solemnly: "In fact, if you just learn Confucianism, interpretation, and Taoism, the minister thinks that it is okay. It's just that the minister is worried that they don't mean to drink ......."

"It cares about the method of making firearms and the various skills of the craftsmen of the dynasty."

The two monarchs and ministers had a good heart, and they looked at each other and smiled.

"How does Father think it is more appropriate for his son to deal with this matter?"

The Emperor Taishang is now too lazy to pay attention to such trivial matters, waved his hand and said: "Fourth, you just look at it, I only care about when to go north and when to go east." ”

……

The Satsuma clan was very wealthy, and the Shimazu family raised a large number of scholars, all of whom were highly accomplished in Sinology.

They were active on the shipping routes between the Celestial Empire and the Satsuma Domain, either smuggling or directly participating in the invasion of the Bactrian coast by the Japanese invaders.

Of course, with the advent of the Age of Discovery, the Satsuma Domain also had close contacts with Westerners, at least more closely than the Bactrian government and the West.

In order to win this competition in the Satsuma Domain, Shimazu Kumi not only set up a poetry competition, but also a competition in mathematics and martial arts.

The Ministry of Rites is also very well prepared, in order to prevent the vassal kingdom from saying that the Celestial Empire is bullying the small, ten outstanding prisoners were directly selected from the Guozijian to deal with the competition of poetry and mathematics.

As for martial arts, Jia Cong saw several familiar faces in the preparation area on the right side of the high platform.

The youngest grandson of the British duke, the eldest nephew of Cao Dudu, and the little calf of the Zhenguo Mansion......

are all ruthless people in the younger generation, Jia Cong feels that his blood is still boiling, and he is eager to try.

"Your Majesty, the minister also wants to compare with the Japanese people."

"Watch the show well, don't make a fuss. The people sent by the Satsuma clan are not simple, they are all dead soldiers of the Shimazu family, and if you go there to die. ”

The secret agents of the Dragon Guard have long been clear about the details of these people, and Wen Bi is just that, and the competition of martial arts is to kill people.

Jia Cong is one of the main auxiliary ministers trained by the father and son for the prince, and there must be no mistakes.

The competition soon began, with one question from the Ministry of Rites, one question from Kumi Shimazu, and then one person from the guests on the scene, and another question for a total of three competitions.

Ten people from each side will take the poem test on the spot, and the two great Confucians of the Satsuma Domain and the two Great Confucians of Daxia will supervise and select the best top three.

In the three competitions, which side has the more people in the top three, which side wins. It's simple and crude, but it's also the fairest.

I don't know if it was because the people of the Satsuma Domain had prepared for a long time, or if the Central Plains had fallen for a hundred years and the decline of Wendao, the confident poetry competition of the Ministry of Rites had a tie with the Japanese people.

Among them, there is a young man named Shimazu Hisayama who is extremely outstanding, and he is the first in all three competitions, so that the students of the National Prison have no chance of winning at all.

Even if the group of prisoners of the Guozijian were all specially selected by the Ministry of Rites and barely made a draw with the numerical advantage of two or three, the Japanese people thought that they had won the Celestial Empire.

The Guozi prison students who came to the stage felt that they had lost the face of the Celestial Empire, and Gu was blushing and did not dare to look up at the people under the stage.

In addition, some of the Japanese scholars shouted that the Heavenly Dynasty Wendao was nothing more than that, which provoked one of the prisoners to become angry and replied.

"I can't wait for the most mediocre person among the students of Daxia Yunyun, in terms of poetry, I have a prodigy and a royal cat, and I have the ability to compare with Yongfeng Bobi. By the way, don't say that the Celestial Empire bullies the small, according to age, the youngest of you is more than seven or eight years older than Uncle Yongfeng. ”

"Royal cat Jia Cong, I've heard of it."

Shimazu Kuzan's Chinese dialect is very good, and the poetry is also first-class. But judging from Fang Cai's performance of ridiculing the prisoners of the country, this person is an extremely proud person.

He laughed provocatively, and said slowly: "Unfortunately, I am also a prodigy of my country, enlightened at the age of three, and reciting poetry at the age of five. I'd love to meet the prodigy of the Celestial Empire, the Cat-sama, but I don't know if he dares to compete with me. ”

Wow!

The whole building was in an uproar, and many people not only did not have the slightest anger, but laughed.

If it comes to martial arts, Jia Cong is young after all, and the young man who can beat him in the capital can line up outside the city from the Great Xia Gate.

But when it comes to poetry, who dares to say unconvinced to Jia Cong?

This widow is really arrogant, not to mention the third master Cong, even the girls in Rongguo Mansion are all good at poetry.

Everyone in the capital knows that Jia Cong is good at "composing poetry", but Shimazu Hisayan has only heard some legends.

With his experience of overpowering the talents of the feudal clans in front of the emperor, he did not believe that he would lose to an eleven-year-old boy in poetry.

When he heard the ridicule of the Great Xia people in the audience, Shimazu Hisayama became angry and even shouted that no one in the capital could beat him in poetry, including the royal cat uncle.

Listening to the clamor on the high platform, the Emperor Taishang smiled and said to Jia Congnunu: "There are people in the capital who are more arrogant than the old thirteen, how can this be?" Go, don't let him live! ”

Jia Cong pursed his lips and replied disdainfully: "Don't worry, the sage, the minister will go and let him know what it means to have a ...... outside the world."

Before the words fell, the tulle of the wing room next to him was suddenly pulled apart, and Daiyu, who was dressed in azure palace clothes, stood in front of the wooden fence and said coldly: "Compared with Brother Cong, you are also worthy?" Let's win over the county lord first! ”

Wow!

"It turned out to be the county lord of Wen'an! Oh my God, I actually met the legendary county lord of Wen'an! ”

"The daughter of Lin Gong was born so beautifully, and she has a peerless appearance, but it's a pity that I know it late. Otherwise......"

"Shhh, don't say it, don't say it, be careful to be known by Yongfeng Bo."

"Can County Lord Lin win?"

"I don't know, but the county lord of Lin is from the Gusu Lin clan, and his literary style will definitely not be bad."

The light veil in the box was removed, Daiyu did not wear a veil, Dai's eyebrows were slightly angry, and her peerless appearance was fully displayed in front of people, many people felt that their heartbeats had stopped, not to mention Shimazu Hisayama, a person who faced Daiyu's cold and angry words.

looked at Daiyu who was slightly angry on the railing, and didn't know how to respond for a long time. Or Shimazu Kumi coughed lightly and reminded, and personally stepped forward and said: "It turned out to be the county lord of Wen'an, and the county lord is planning to play for Uncle Yongfeng?" Or is it that Yongfeng Bo was afraid of losing and did not dare to fight. ”

"Yelang's arrogance should be really appropriate for you and other Japanese people, you go and inquire, in the whole Great Xia, who dares to say poetry to Brother Cong. Besides, Brother Cong is the hereditary Yongfeng Bo of the National Dynasty, who is he? Also worthy of challenging Brother Cong? ”

Dai Yu knew better than everyone present that Jia Cong had an unknown number of amazing poems in his head, and a person who could recite the poems of Zhenguo in his sleep could make the Japanese people so humiliated.

She snorted softly: "Is it better than that?" The lord of this county can come out to fight, it is to give you face, don't know what to do! ”

"What the county lord said is that this group of widows is really arrogant."

"It's a pity that I can't write poetry, otherwise how can I make Lord Lin condescend."

"That's what I said, but I'm still very grateful to this Yelang, at least I can't see the Lord of Lin County on weekdays, hahahaha~"

"Mother, my son finally understands one word!"

"Son, what do you understand?"

"Sorry ......at first sight"

Syllable!

"Shut up for my mother, be virtuous with your father, on the day Jia Jiamin got married, your father's bastard was like losing his soul......"

Shimazu Hisayama is still obsessed with Daiyu's fairy posture and can't extricate himself, but Shimazu Kumi has already felt Daiyu's contempt for her and the Japanese people.

She was secretly angry in her heart, and at the same time jealous of Daiyu.

The noble daughter of the dignified Shimazu family just performed a dance, but she didn't get the applause of the people of Daxia, and this Lin girl won the love and support of many people present just because she showed her face.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Shimazu Kumi responded with a calm face: "Since the county lord of Wen'an wants to compare, then the Satsuma clan will accompany the county lord to give it a try." Second brother ......"

"Huh? Oh yes! ”

Shimazu Hisayama finally returned to normal, put on a gentle and elegant appearance, and waited for Daiyu to go downstairs to compete.

How did Daiyu not plan to go down at all, and said directly: "Let's get the question, the county lord likes to solve quickly." ”

Shimazu Hisayama, who was waiting for a close encounter, suddenly felt lost, followed by an anger that was ignored.

It's a pity that it will only be incompetent and angry, because even those Confucians, who are judges, think that this is normal. The county lord of the dignified country, how can you be close to a Japanese person.

Shimazu Kumi didn't talk nonsense this time, took out a picture scroll, opened it and said: "Just use this painting as the title, poetry can be." ”

The maid unfolded the scroll, showed it to everyone, and then specially sent it to the box for the nobles in the box to see, and then returned it to the high platform and hung it.

The Emperor Taishang was still a little worried that Daiyu would lose, but when he saw Jia Cong smiling, he said confidently: "Unless Shimazu Hisayama can make a stunning poem, Sister Lin will win." ”

Why? Because the painting shows a woman in palace clothes, holding a small medicine hoe to bury the petals of the branches blown off by the wind and rain.

If Jia Cong hadn't grown up with Daiyu, he would have almost suspected that this painting was painted by Daiyu herself.

Shimazu Hisayama was still considering the words, but Daiyu had already picked up the pen and written.

This painting is quite good, Daiyu always feels an inexplicable familiarity, as if the scene on the painting has appeared in a dream.

So much so that the familiarity made her not have to think about it at all, and a poem directly collapsed in her head.

"Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, who has mercy on the red incense?

The gossamer is soft and fluttering, and the flocculent is lightly stained with the embroidery curtain.

The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring twilight, and is full of sorrow.

Hand hoe the flowers out of the embroidery curtain, endure the falling flowers back and forth?

The willow silk elm pod is from Fangfei, regardless of Tao Piao and Li Fei.

Taoli can be sent again next year, who will know in the boudoir next year?

……”

The poem is very long, and Daiyu writes with a faint pain in her heart, as if the poem is writing about herself, making it difficult for her to understand why she feels this way.

Until a familiar breath suddenly appeared beside her, and when she raised her eyes, she saw that Jia Cong was standing beside her, smiling at her.

The heartache was gone, and Daiyu just finished writing the last sentence.

"Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and the people die without knowing!"

"The poem is very good, but Sister Lin will not write such sad poems in the future."

Jia Cong held Daiyu's hand and added three words to the poem: Funeral Flower Yin.

"Sister Lin, what do you think of this topic?"

Daiyu shook Jia Cong's hand back, Dai's eyebrows raised slightly, and she smiled: "It's the most suitable." ”

……

Shimazu Hisayama on the high platform finally had an idea, and just picked up the pen and was about to start writing, but saw a maid holding a poem manuscript and walking on the high platform.

"The slave and maid have met Zeng Daru and Yu Daru, and have seen all the gentlemen. My county lord has already written it, please take a look! ”

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That's all for tonight, and continue tomorrow, good night.

(End of chapter)