When Daiyu wrote this poem "Funeral Flower Yin", perhaps because her feelings were too deep, she abandoned the slightly restrained and dignified hairpin flower Xiaokai on weekdays, and instead wrote it in line letters, expressing her meaning and showing her demeanor.

Zeng and Yu were immediately attracted by Daiyu's poem, and after reading two lines of poetry, they exclaimed in unison, and couldn't help but stand up, and Zeng Daru chanted aloud.

"Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, who is sorry for the red incense?

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

……

How long can it be bright and fresh? Once wandering, it is hard to find.

Flowers are easy to see and difficult to find, and the front of the steps is suffocated to bury the flower people.

Alone sprinkled the incense hoe with tears, sprinkled with flowers and branches to see blood marks.

The cuckoo was speechless at dusk, and the hoe returned to cover the door.

……”

"This ...... This...... This...... This year, the color of the flowers will change, and next year the flowers will bloom again. The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year. The county lord of Lin County completed a story for this funeral flower picture, and he wrote all the red faces, so that people couldn't help but cry when they read it, writing Huayi? Write about people. ”

The old man was amazed, and the audience was silent.

The Central Plains has gone through a hundred years of bloody in the previous dynasties, and the poetry is not as good as in the past, and there are very few long poems in the early Tang Dynasty.

I don't want to reproduce from the pen of a young girl today, Zeng Daru and Luo Daru are now too lazy to pay attention to Shimazu Hisayama, who is at a loss for holding a pen, they turned their eyes to the box of the Jia family, and there is an urge to rush up to collect the apprentices.

"It's a pity, it's a pity......"

It's a pity that the Lin family is a girl, how good it would be if she was a brother. He must come to the door, take him under the door, and inherit his mantle.

Zeng Daru sighed again and again, but Daru was quick-eyed, snatched the poem manuscript into his hand, rolled it up and stuffed it into his arms.

"Old man, what are you doing? Why don't you hurry up and hand over the manuscript of the poem, the old man hasn't commented yet, everyone is waiting for the results of the competition! ”

"You old fox, you still want to lie to me. Do you still need to comment on this poem? Competition? What to try? If a Japanese person can write this poem, even if the old man wins! ”

"That can't be taken by you, handed over, handed over, the old man hasn't memorized all ......"

"Hey, hey, hey, talk is talking, don't move your hands and feet!"

Daru shook aside Zeng Daru's outstretched hand and avoided it to the side. I just saw Shimazu Hisayama holding the pen in a daze, and the ink drops were dripping and staining the snow-white paper.

He frowned, and said disdainfully: "Young man, you have also heard this poem by the county lord of Lin, if you think you can compare to the level of the county lord of Lin, you can continue." If not, go down and study poetry as soon as possible. ”

"The old man remembers that the county lord of Lin is only in his cardamom years now, Shimazu Hisayama, right, you can't even compare to a little girl, and you dare to shout to compete with Yongfeng Bo? The old man didn't dare to say the poems in front of Yongfengbo. ”

Zeng Daru took advantage of the situation to use words as a knife, stabbed Shimazu Jiushan, grabbed Luo Daru's clothes, and pounced directly.

The two Confucians "scuffled" in public for a poem manuscript, and they had long forgotten about the corners of the competition.

Only then did everyone in the audience react, and they immediately burst into laughter, and some people set up bets on the spot, ignoring the dilemma of Shimazu Hisayama.

The two Confucians, who were in their sixties, fought over on the high platform, and it was the snow geese who came over with a manuscript of poetry to preserve their friendship.

"Zeng Daru, Yu Daru, the county lord wrote another poem, please two Confucianism to taste and advise." Zijuan slowly walked up to the high platform with another manuscript of poetry in his hand, and smiled proudly.

"I don't dare to give advice, the old man is an old man, and the literary style of the county lord of Lin catches up with the former Tang Dynasty, but it is an eye-opener for the old man today......"

Yu Daru put away the poem manuscript in his arms and nudged Zeng Daru: "Don't talk nonsense, it's only right to appreciate the poems of Lord Lin." This girl, please! ”

Zeng Daru guarded the slowly opened poem manuscript like a thief, and his vigilant eyes were immediately full of amazement.

The Great Confucian was in a similar situation, and he read it in a daze.

"The March Fragrance Nest has been built, and the swallows between the beams are too ruthless!

Although the flower hair can be pecked next year, it will not be poured into the empty nest of the beam.

The soul of the flower and the soul of the bird are always difficult to keep, and the bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed;

May the slave give birth to wings and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.

Nong is burying flowers and laughing idiots, who does he know when he buries Nong?

Try to see the remnants of spring flowers gradually falling, that is, when the red face dies of old age;

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

At the end of the day, where is the incense hill?

If you don't collect the beautiful bones, you can cover the wind with a pinch of pure land.

The essence is clean and clean, which is better than dirt and ditches. ”

Bang~

Burst!

Before the two Confucians commented, Shimazu Hisayama on the side had just finished listening to the recitation of the Confucian, and suddenly fell to the high platform, and his face was instantly extremely pale, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, dyeing paper like ink, which was very terrifying.

"Shimazu-kun ......"

"Second Brother ......"

The Japanese people on the stage were in a mess, and at the moment when Shimazu Jiushan vomited blood and fell, Zeng Daru's long sleeves were thrown and covered on the poem manuscript held by Zijuan.

The blood spurting out of Shimazu Hisayama stained his neat Confucian shirt, but his mind was all on Daiyu's new work, and he didn't care about anything else.

"Almost stained my poems, almost stained my poems!"

The old and the child were in pieces, but the people in the audience shouted dissatisfiedly.

"Hurry up and hand over the manuscript of the poem of the county lord of Lin, I haven't finished transcribing it yet."

"That's it, County Lord Lin's poems are not the private property of the two of you, this is the treasure of my Great Xia!"

The crowd is excited, how arrogant Shimazu Hisayan is on the stage, and how proud he is now in the audience.

The lord of Lin County was so angry with two poems that Shimazu Hisayama vomited blood and fainted, and all the Japanese people present did not even have the courage to lift a pen.

Some people in the audience couldn't help but run to the two great Confucians, their eyes were green......

"Hahaha......"

The Emperor Taishang in the box laughed with satisfaction, patted the armrest of the Taishi chair and said to Liu Heng: "The daughter of Lin Hai really lives up to my expectations, reward, must be rewarded heavily." ”

What is the right reward?

Liu Heng was also very satisfied with the effect of Daiyu smacking Shimazu Yelang with poetry, and was about to say that he would reward poetry books and classics, but suddenly changed to a reward.

"Father, how about you say that your son will accept a righteous daughter?"

……

said that the three competitions, the first poetry competition, because of Daiyu's sudden two poems, the Japanese people didn't even dare to mention the pen.

The judges on the high platform didn't know how to decide the winner, or the emperor arrogantly said that ten people against ten people, and a tie had been decided, which was a tie, which was barely a tie.

But Daiyu's shot seemed to have shattered the confidence of the Japanese people, and during the math competition, the Japanese people who had secretly learned from the West came up with several math questions, all of which were calculated by the genius of the Guozijian.

On the contrary, it was the inmates of the Guozijian who came up with the question, and eight out of ten were asked, and the Japanese students scratched their ears and cheeks, leaving only a drop of ink on the paper.

When a Japanese student suddenly went crazy on the stage, shouting what a new Western study, how would the Daxia people understand, and how would the Daxia people know about pi.

The prisoner of Guozijian was startled by this man's crazy appearance, and after hearing his words clearly, he wanted to throw out the "Zhou Ji Sutra" and "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic" to slap him in the face.

Finally, I thought about it, forget it, what do you have to do with this group of dwarves, if you have time, you might as well enjoy the Lin poems that have just been copied.

In the three competitions, the Japanese people were already one draw and one loss, and the pressure was instantly given to the side of Wubi. Shimazu Kumi is a smart person, and when she saw that her morale was low, she said that her brother Shimazu Kuyama was unconscious, and she was worried that her brother would not be able to concentrate on today's banquet, so she asked for a third match another day.

The Ministry of Rites received the Holy Will's permission and granted Shimazu Kumi's request. When the Japanese retreated, the entire Xiyin Building cheered, and when the luncheon was served, the people who toasted to the Jia family's box never stopped.

In the end, after Jia Cong and Daiyu discussed, the two joined hands on the high platform and gave everyone a cup in return, which gave everyone a moment of comfort and peace.

However, this calm was only temporary, and not long after everyone returned home, the news that the two poems of the county lord of Lin County had vomited blood spread throughout the capital.

Everything is inferior, only the saying that reading is high is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the singing of Daiyu's two poems soon made the eyes of talented and beautiful people in the capital glow, and they went to Rongguo Mansion to spread posts without money.

Zeng Daru and Luo Daru finally ran back home with the manuscript of the poem, the threshold was almost not broken, and someone visited and appreciated it every day.

Even the poems written by Daiyu and her sisters in the past have been turned out by well-intentioned people, and some merchants have printed them in books and sold them in shops.

Of course, as Daiyu's reputation spread, there were also a lot of gossips in secret. For example, there is a sentence in "Funeral Flower Yin": "Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, frost, and swords are forced against each other." Some people say that Daiyu alluded to the Jia family's mistreatment of orphan girls, taking the opportunity to express her grief and grievances.

There are also people who talk about the "golden and jade good fate" that was passed down in the early years, and then Jia Cong knocked him to the door and taught him to be a good man with his fists.

Two days later, the martial arts competition was very fierce, but it also boosted the courage of Great Xia.

Aspiring men from first-class martial artists such as the British Mansion and the Chengen Mansion have caused a sensation in the entire capital with ten victories.

Zhang Qiguang, the grandson of the British Gong Zhang Yue and the prisoner of the country, recited poetry, and he defeated four Japanese kendo masters by himself, and his name was passed on to Gyeonggi.

It is said that even several of his division commanders in Guozijian were stunned, and they didn't expect that the gentle scholar on weekdays would have such a high level of swordsmanship.

For a time, the people in the capital directly put Zhang Qiguang and Jia Cong together, saying that they were both civil and military, and they were both heroes of Daxia.

On August 14, at the court meeting before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the emperor edicted the envoys of the Satsuma Domain of the Japanese Empire, saying that the Heavenly Dynasty was benevolent and virtuous, and although the Japanese people lost the competition, they still gave a reward and allowed the students of the Satsuma Domain to study in the country.

As for the sale of firearms, the emperor ordered Yongfeng Bo and Jia Cong, the waiter of the inspection department, to dispose of it with full authority.

With a flat smile on his face, Jia Cong bowed his head to the envoys of the Satsuma Domain and said, "This official hopes that the people of the Satsuma Domain are ...... who understand technology."

The people of the Satsuma clan "don't understand technology", Jia Cong doesn't care about this, the master craftsman of the Ministry of Industry really understands technology.

Jia Cong went to the Ministry of Industry at once, chatted with several masters for a while, and one of the masters drew a sketch of the castrated version of the Shenwu General Cannon.

The Ministry of Rites has also secretly contacted people from other feudal towns in the Wa Kingdom, and in a few days, Jia Cong plans to invite the envoys of the feudal domains together to see if they understand technology.

The more chaotic the country, the better.

In this way, the Celestial Empire can sow the seeds of benevolence and civilization in every inch of the land of the Wa Kingdom more quickly.

Jia Cong had lunch with several masters in the Ministry of Industry, and before the meal was finished, a scribe came to report, and someone from Rongguo Mansion came to look for him.

I went out of the imperial city in confusion, but I saw the second retainer and the second dog hurriedly greeted him, and said happily: "Third master, great joy!" ”

……

Not only was Jia Cong called home, but even Lin Ruhai and Jia Zheng were called back from the yamen by the old lady.

Because Rongguofu has received the emperor's edict again, but this time it is Daiyu.

"The palace is already preparing for the ceremony, tomorrow at the Mid-Autumn Festival, Your Majesty will accept Yu'er as a righteous daughter in front of the clan's relatives and civil and military officials, and give the princess a golden book and enter the royal jade butterfly."

The chamberlains have been gone for a long time, and the old lady still hasn't come back to her senses.

After she heard Daiyu's poems and meritorious service, she knew that the emperor would definitely give a reward, but she didn't want to give such a heavy reward.

But Master Jing and Lin Ruhai, who were sitting in the hall, understood the reason why the emperor did this, and even Jia Cong, who was also shocked, guessed three points.

The royal family does not lack a princess's title, and uses the name of a princess to win over Lin Ruhai and the Jia family, and can also use this to promote the emperor's good reputation of attaching importance to talents, and make a lot of money.

Of course, there must be other reasons for this, the emperor did not tell Jia and Lin.

That is, the sage master thinks that Da Xia's literary temperament should be on Jia Cong, a little fat man who was born with wisdom, and the girl of the Lin family, who is gifted with literary talents.

The martial arts of Great Xia were vividly displayed in the Zhaowu period, and what is lacking now is a prosperous poet like the former Tang Dynasty.

If there is no poetry to sing, can it still be called a prosperous age? Since the Lin family's girl does such a good job in poetry, then be my royal daughter.

By the way, there is also a royal son-in-law who can write poetry, what a beautiful thing.

The sage's abacus was rattling, and he was already planning to hold more than a dozen grand poetry meetings a year, so that his good granddaughter and grandson-in-law could write dozens of good poems for him to spread the prosperity of Zhaowu.

Daiyu changed into a princess crown, accompanied by the old lady and Lin Ruhai, and Jia Cong acted as a guard to enter the palace to thank her.

In front of the palace gate, I met Shimazu Kumi, who also came to thank him, but compared to the jubilant Jia and Lin families, Shimazu Kumi and the accompanying Satsuma clan were much more reluctant.

Sent to the Sifang Pavilion together with the holy decree of Daiyu as Princess Wen'an, it was the canonization of Shimazu Kumi as the palace concubine.

However, unlike the original idea of the Shimazu family, Shimazu Kumi is not going to the harem of Emperor Liu Heng, but canonizing her as Concubine Li, and entering the Dragon Capital Palace to serve the Emperor Liu Ji, who is almost ancient.

Jia Cong saw Shimazu Kumi's eyes full of jealousy and resentment when he looked at Daiyu, and he sneered and walked over slowly.

"Minister's greetings to see Li...... Too...... Concubine Niangniang, if you want to come to the heavens, Satsuma Domain, as the maiden family of Concubine Li, will definitely miss the emperor's grace. I don't know what the Satsuma clan will give to Concubine Li as a dowry, but it can't be too shabby, otherwise others will think that the Satsuma clan is dissatisfied with the gifts of the Celestial Empire, which will affect the mood of the soldiers of the Great Xia Navy. ”

Jia Cong's next words made Shimazu Kumi's pupils shrink and retreat again and again.

I saw Jia Cong looking into the distance, and said quietly: "Jing Haiwei's commander Wang Chenghai reveres the saint the most, if he knows that the Satsuma clan is dissatisfied with the saint, then he will be very unhappy." If he's not happy, he'll like to shoot cannons or something. So, it's best to ask General Shimazu what the dowry is. ”

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That's it for tonight and tomorrow.

Good night!

(End of chapter)