When the Qingzhou prefect was questioning, the rest of the officials also stopped talking and drinking, and looked at this side with a smile and a silent voice.

Big is big, small is small, big and small are golden hoop sticks and tendons.... Xu Qi'an complained in his heart that this four-grade official called him, and smiled back on the surface:

"The lowly is not worthy of such a title, and the poem is indeed written by the lowly office. ”

Oh, sure enough, it's him.... The officials looked stunned.

When they first heard the name Xu Qi'an, they didn't react, but they also felt that the name was familiar. After such a long time, after thinking about it repeatedly, I had some guesses about the identity of this strange gong.

With the circulation of several of Xu Qi'an's masterpieces, although officialdom and Rulin did not deliberately promote his reputation, all the people present were high-ranking officials in a state, and there were corresponding channels to inquire.

It's no wonder that when the political envoy heard this name, he immediately rushed over.

"The Sheep Pavilion Sends the Qingzhou of the Ziyang Monks" has long been spread all over the country, and as soon as this great Confucian came out, he took the lead with this masterpiece, which can be said to take advantage of the people.

And all this is thanks to the gong called Xu Qi'an in front of him.

"I have admired the name for a long time, and it is really a dignified appearance, a dragon and a phoenix among people. ”

The prefect of Qingzhou laughed out loud, and said the words of praise in a bright and upright manner, and the level of lifting people was like fire.

Awards, awards... is not only the dragon and phoenix among people, but also the dragon and phoenix in Ding. Xu Qi'an had to admit that if he changed his position and became the focus, then the disgusting officialdom would suddenly become lively and interesting, and he thought about how good it would be if it could continue forever.

After the Qingzhou prefect finished drinking, he glanced at Yang Gong, the political envoy of the main position, who was a first-class Confucian with first-class wrist ability, restrained his oppressive official authority, and his demeanor was relaxed.

At this moment, the prefect of Qingzhou suddenly remembered the headache of the ring monument, in fact, writing poetry is the best choice, simple and eye-catching, and thought-provoking.

It's just that poetry is rare, so I don't think about it. But now it's different, Xu Qi'an is here.

It came at the right time.

Xu Qi'an is quite a poet.... The political envoy happened to be troubled by the inscription, and even we had a headache.... Is it possible to let this great genius worry about our brains? Well, the political envoy may not have this kind of thought, but as the dignity of a state, it is difficult to say it because of his face.... The prefect of Qingzhou has a lot of brains.

Thinking of this, the prefect smiled and said, "What other masterpieces does Lord Xu have in the capital?"

He asked casually, but if the other party shirked and said no, he took this opportunity to push Xu Qi'an to the forefront, united the officials to coax, instigated him to compose poems on the spot, and then naturally gave the "topic".

Similar methods are commonplace at the wine table, but they are usually used to persuade wine, but now they are used to compose poems, and the purpose is different.

.... Xu Qi'an wanted to shirk and say "no", but Governor Zhang took the lead and said with a smile: "There really is." ”

The officials present looked over with interest, including the Ziyang monk.

How can a reader be bad at poetry?

Governor Zhang easily regained the focus, took a sip of wine, and said with a smile: "But there is only half of it, and it has just been circulated in Beijing for a short time, so you must not have heard of it yet." ”

"Oh?

"The governor said quickly, and the lower officials listened to him. ”

The officials did not despise the half song, but became more and more curious, this half song must be the best work, otherwise how to circulate in the capital with only half of the song. If it's not good, it's not worth saying it in public.

Half a song.... Yang Gong couldn't help but glance at Xu Qi'an and looked back at Governor Zhang.

Governor Zhang put down the cup, cleared his throat, and did enough before he looked around at everyone and said loudly: "When I am drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the galaxy." ”

At this time, just as the dance ended, the music slowly dissipated.

The banquet fell into a dead silence, and the officials tasted this half of the poem, only to feel a transcendent chic coming, regardless of fame and fortune, regardless of profit and loss.

After a big drunkenness, lying in the canopy boat, looking at the galaxy above his head, his seven-foot body pressed another galaxy, and the air of freedom and freedom arose.

Some people shook their heads and were fascinated. Some people couldn't help but look at the small pond in the courtyard, where clusters of fiery red lotus flowers grew, but unfortunately the pool was too small.

Ziyang Jushi high-fived and said: "The lofty intention of this poem should be the pinnacle of poetry in the past two hundred years of this dynasty. Wonderful, wonderful. ”

He drank three glasses of wine in a row, and he was very happy to accompany the poems with wine.

After drinking, he stared at Xu Qi'an with bright eyes, "Is this poem famous?"

... It's not enough for you to prostitute me once? Xu Qi'an almost wanted to spray him with salt soda on his face, and said in a deep voice: "There is." ”

The Ziyang monk was a little disappointed, nodded, did not continue to speak, and muttered to himself, as if he was fascinated.

Seeing that it was almost over, the Qingzhou prefect picked up the wine glass and flattered: "Coincidentally, the political envoy is about to set up a ring monument in the front yard of each yamen, and the inscription is undecided, I don't know if Lord Xu can write a poem?"

As soon as these words came out, almost everyone subconsciously looked at Xu Qi'an.

The Ziyang monk neither echoed nor stopped, and looked at the little gong with a smile and a word.

I want my poems with a glass of wine, I'm not that kind of person... Xu Qi'an sighed:

"I went to Yunzhou with the governor to investigate the case, the future is uncertain, and I am worried, how can I have the energy and mood to write poems? I'm sorry, my lords. ”

The officials in Qingzhou were immediately disappointed, and the prefect of Qingzhou was in a hurry and hurriedly said: "Lord Xu's poetry is amazing, don't shirk." ”

Xu Qian shook his head helplessly and drank a drink.

Ziyang Jushi pondered for a moment, took off the jade wrench on his thumb, and said in a deep voice: "Yunzhou is seriously troubled, and this trip is indeed dangerous. Ning Yan, this jade wrench finger is put away by you, the official has worn it for many years, and it can be raised with a strong positive temperature, which can ward off evil spirits. ”

Xu Qi'an's eyes suddenly fell on his fingers, and he vaguely saw that the clear air was fleeting, and he remembered what Chu Caiwei had said.

There are three kinds of magic weapons in the world: one is refined by the Si Tian Jian Array Master, the other is naturally conceived by chance, and the last one is contaminated with the breath of a high-grade powerhouse, which accumulates over time and has a certain degree of supernatural power.

This jade wrench is the third type.

Big guy, don't treat me like a human tonight.... Xu Qi'an hurriedly took it, cautiously put it in his arms, groaned, and said: "I don't know what's going on, suddenly my thoughts welled up, and I happened to get a poem." ”

Didn't you say that you were not in the mood to write poetry? The officials looked at him blankly, and after a few seconds, they gradually came to their senses, so their eyes were much stranger, but they tacitly understood it.

Ziyang's smile did not change: "This official listens to you. ”

Xu Qi'an nodded, he already had a choice in his heart, he was going to use the four lines of poetry used in the original qualification test.

Because there is no better place to use it here, if I remember correctly, this poem is also called "Ring Stone Inscription", which is used to warn the officials.

He took a sip of wine, and the poem came to mind, as if he had returned to the pride and ambition of the time when he asked his heart.

couldn't help but stand up, looked at Yang Gong, a Ziyang layman, and said softly:

"Erlu. ”

Look at Governor Zhang again:

"The people's fat and the people's ointment. ”

Then, he slowly swept over the officials present, and his voice suddenly became stern:

"The people are abusive. ”

Finally, looking up at the sky, the whole person seemed to be excited, and said loudly:

"Heaven can't deceive!"

Unconsciously, his voice was integrated into the roar of the lion of Buddhism, which sounded in the ears of all officials, like a dusk drum and morning bell, deafening.

Bang dang... The sound of smashing wine glasses kept ringing.

Many officials had weak hearts or ashamed faces, and they didn't dare to breathe in the face of a gong with no grade, as if they were facing a stern superior.

The few who had a clear conscience straightened their backs and their hearts were agitated.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Ziyang Jushi slapped the table and stood up, this great Confucian's emotions were a little out of control, giving people the feeling that he was not an old and capable party, but a young student who had just entered the officialdom, full of vigor and righteousness.

"Back then, if I could scold this poem in the court and vomit the depression in my heart, why would I be depressed? Xu Ningyan, Xu Ningyan, you are the real seed of reading. ”

In the courtyard, the dancers who endured the cold wind blinked their eyes and looked curiously at the only young man at the banquet.

This heart, no wonder he can make a move to cut the silver gong.... I don't know how many people this poem scared .... Governor Zhang sighed, seeing that the scene was a little stiff, he changed the subject:

"What the political envoy said is extremely true, Ning Yan, it's a pity that you didn't study at the beginning. ”

Xu Qi'an burped and said helplessly: "The second uncle thought that I was more suitable for martial arts, so he didn't let people continue to study." ”

When the officials heard this, they were quite indignant, and said in their hearts, your second uncle is not a son of man, and he wasted a seed of reading in vain. If Xu Ningyan is a scholar, Dafeng is not lonely in the literary world.

....

The banquet dispersed in the middle of the night, and Xu Qi'an, who was a little drunk, came to the pool and picked those red and bright lotus flowers.

This variety of lotus flower is extremely eccentric, with only six petals, each of which is full and crystalline, a variety he has never seen before.

"This lotus is called Red Lotus, also called Cold Lotus, and it is a unique lotus flower in Qingzhou. The Ziyang monk walked over, put his hands on his back, and stood on one side:

"It blooms in October, and it will wither until the spring of the next year, and the lotus seeds that bear are warm and can be used as medicine. ”

.... The lotus flowers that bloom in winter, I have never seen them in my previous life. Xu Qi'an said with a smile: "It blooms and bears fruit in the middle of winter, and its temperament is just the opposite of the season. These red lotuses can't be transplanted into the Central Plains?"

"Can't live. The Ziyang monk seemed to point out and said: "The bandits in Yunzhou are also unique to Yunzhou, and they can't survive forever if they change any state." Do you know where the problem is?"

Isn't this a legacy of history..... Xu Qi'an's heart moved, and he was right: "Please ask Mr. for advice." ”

He didn't call Mr. Adult, but Mr. Claiming to be a student.

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PS: In the past few days, this chapter says that the function is closed, the whole site is closed, and the 5th is restored. Everyone can post this chapter as usual, and it can be shown after the 5th. Hey, a book without this chapter has no soul, and when the days are over, I'll come back to this chapter. Mainly... Tool people can't catch insects anymore. I finished it first, then read it again and corrected the typos myself.