Chapter 159 Ruixue Zhaofeng Year
There was no sound in the lobby.
Jia Pingan let out a long laugh, and then went out.
"It's really free and easy!" Cao Yingxiong praised him sincerely, and then saw Qiao Dongxing's look of escape from death, and shouted: "Jia Canjun, some people say they want to kneel down and call you Aye!"
Earlier, Qiao Dongxing said that if Jia Pingan’s second poem was still a famous one, he would kneel down and call him Aye.
Jia Ping'an went out, but Cao Yingxiong's cry made Qiao Dongxing terrified, so he scolded: "You bitch, you want to die!"
Cao Yingxiong stood up and sneered, "Why? Do you want to do it?"
Qiao Dongxing squinted his eyes and stood up.
The two are at war.
Cao Yingxiong said flatly: "A certain fight has never been lost."
Qiao Dongxing sneered, "With how many people?"
"Of course one." Cao Yingxiong looked at Zixiong, and then...
Several candidates slowly got up and outflanked him.
To dig a hole to bury Jia Pingan, how could it be possible that there is no insider who is popular?
It’s just that Jia Ping’an was too sharp and crushed all the way, making these people useless.
But it’s different now, fighting...the swarm is the kingly way.
Qiao Dongxing grinned and said, "How?"
He thinks Cao Yingxiong will stand up.
"Slave dog, yeah I'll kill you!" Cao Yingxiong picked up the stool and rushed forward, Qiao Dongxing hurriedly backed away, feeling that he might have made a wrong judgment, Cao Yingxiong was actually a good man. But when he and those candidates were about to retreat, Cao Yingxiong quickly retreated to the door, and then cursed: "You **** slave, come after me if you have the ability!"
wipe!
This wretched bitch!
Qiao Dongxing was furious, "Break his leg!"
He chased out with a few candidates.
Outside the door, Jia Ping'an failed to leave.
Duoduo was wandering around with his two brothers, and when he saw him coming out, he stepped forward to speak.
A head of long hair hangs loosely behind his head, and the snake letter on his chest undulates with his breath...
"Jia Canjun is here for dinner?"
Many took a look inside, and said enviously, "Those wits are eating here today! Before Aye left, he wanted to have a son who would study and be a wit, but it's a pity that only my daughter..."
A mafia leader actually wants his descendants to study and take the imperial examination...
This is also weird enough.
Many people practice calligraphy every day for this purpose, but they still haven’t made much progress.
"Do you know them?" Jia Pingan felt that Duoduo was a good student, and it would be nice to have a shoulder to shoulder when he was free.
Duoduo's eyes brightened, "Yesterday, Qiao Langjun and Wang Langjun took some people outside to recite poems. I just listened to a few poems, and I thought it was really good. They also said that Qiao Langjun and Wang Langjun will be together next year Definitely pass the exam."
It seems that this girl's idol is a great talent among scholars.
Imperial examination!
Jia Pingan thought for a while, and just wanted to get out of the way, when he heard footsteps behind him, Cao Yingxiong rushed out, and then...
Duoduo took a step back and said happily, "It's Mr. Qiao Lang."
Qiao Langjun felt that Jia Ping'an had gone far, so he dared to grit his teeth and prepare to deal with Cao Yingxiong.
When he saw Jia Pingan who was slowly turning around, he slammed on the brakes and lost ground.
"Jia Canjun, he lost the bet earlier, the believer made a promise, today there are more than 30 people, as well as restaurant guys and prostitutes, if you break the promise, do you still want to take the exam?"
Regardless of the content of the imperial examination, character requirements come first.
If you have a bad character, you have to restrain yourself, or have a sense of proportion, at least you can’t go too far, otherwise a reputation of not keeping your promises will spread... Sorry, it’s not a name system now, whoever admits you will be ridiculed.
Jibu Yinuo is worth a thousand gold, a man of the Han and Tang Dynasties, he must practice what he says!
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Qiao Dongxing regretted his guts, thinking what would a certain come out for? That **** Cao will just stop him later, why is he in such a hurry?
Many people came around.
Broken promise?
He dare not!
Man of the Tang Dynasty, to destroy a promise is to destroy your reputation.
Without his reputation, even the farmers he despised would laugh at him.
He looked at Jia Pingan, and suddenly felt that the long-haired girl looked a little weird, as if disappointed.
Tears welled up in his eyes, and his lips quivered.
I hope Jia Ping'an will let him go.
Can…
"The weather is really nice!" Jia Pingan looked up at the sun, and felt that it was so comfortable to go out for a walk at this time.
Qiao Dongxing knelt down slowly with tears in his eyes.
"I still have to be called Aye!"
Cao Yingxiong yelled from behind.
Duoduo covered his mouth and looked at the kneeling idol in disbelief.
Why is this?
She glanced at Jia Pingan, but what she saw was pity.
"Why bother!" Master Jia sighed, "You use words deliberately, which seem to be good, but in fact you are full of craftsmanship..."
Many plump lips squirmed, thinking that this is a great talent! You actually said that his poems are ingenious?
Girls who have never been to a brothel, naturally do not know Master Jia's ability to crush women in poetry.
But this does not prevent her from thinking about the fact, "Could it be..."
Could it be that Jia Pingan won the poem?
Qiao Dongxing was overjoyed, and thanked: "Thank you Jia Canjun for your generosity."
After calling Aye, he will be beaten severely when he returns home, so this word of thanks can be said to be sincere.
"But people can't stand without faith!"
Jia Ping'an's sigh made Qiao Dongxing feel cold.
But Jia Pingan immediately sighed, "So, I will find a way."
Qiao Dongxing's eyes brightened, but he didn't realize that Jia Ping'an made him kneel for a long time by using nonsense.
"How about...whatever you want, and call him Dad." Jia Ping'an looked indifferent, and there was more regret in his eyes.
Qiao Dongxing was overjoyed, and said, "Dad."
"Hey!" Jia Ping'an was in a good mood, and said, "Be a good man in the future, don't be shy."
Qiao Dongxing got up and thanked.
Wang Fu just came out at this moment. After seeing Jia Ping'an, he was silent.
"Let's go." Jia Ping'an didn't stop, and then left.
The prostitutes came out a little depressed because they didn’t make any money because of this accident.
Wang Fu took a deep breath, "It was just a fluke for him today, and next time, he will wash away his shame!"
It is customary for young people to find excuses for themselves when they fail.
"A complete shame?"
A prostitute behind her covered her mouth and laughed coquettishly.
"Disrespectful!" Qiao Dongxing turned around and scolded.
But the prostitutes were not afraid of him, "You are waiting to figure out how to use poetry to fight Jia Canjun, but do you know his reputation in brothels?"
"What reputation?"
The prostitute smiled and said, "Yaxiang, the top brand in Wuxianglou, wanted to recommend herself as a pillow mat, but Jia Langjun dismissed it. Why?"
Several prostitutes smiled at each other, and one of them sang.
"Red beans are grown in the southern country, and a few branches will come out in spring. May you pick more, this thing will be drunk and lovesick!"
Qiao Dongxing was shocked, "This is..."
Wang Fu's eyes became more radiant, "This poem uses red beans as a metaphor for friendship. It is natural and it can be called a famous piece. Who wrote it?"
The prostitute did not answer, and sang again.
"The moon sets, crows cry, and the sky is full of frost..."
Several prostitutes sang in harmony, with a beautiful voice.
"Jiang Fengyuhuo vs. Mianmian."
Good poem!
Candidates couldn't help but their eyes lit up, like gourmets who found delicious food, wishing they could savor it slowly.
"Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rings at midnight to the passenger ship."
Qiao Dongxing clapped his hands and smiled, "What a poem! This poem is better than those two poems."
This person just wanted to get back his face after being humiliated.
But all the people present are scholars, so there is still some appreciation.
Several poems have their own merits, what is strong... does not exist.
Wang Fu said excitedly: "Where is such a great talent? Someone should ask him to drink."
The prostitutes covered their mouths and smiled lightly, then they left with blessings.
Wang Fu was anxious and asked, "Who is it?"
A voice came, "It's Jia Canjun!"
Wang Fu was stunned, "He is so talented? If someone knew, where would he go to compete with him in poetry, and would only invite him to drink to cheer him up."
He feels that he has lost an important opportunity, and he can't help but feel pain.
However, Qiao Dongxing walked forward in a daze, staggering, "Why didn't anyone tell me about this! Why? If I knew Jia Pingan's poetry is so good, how could I plan like this? How could I agree to plan..."
Wang Qi was lying on the bed, beside Chen Erniang who was snoring softly.
"Wang Shangshu!"
Someone is coming outside.
Chen Erniang jumped up, her eyes were sharp, and she was relieved after seeing that there was nothing unusual.
Wang Qi ignored Chi Guo's body, got up and went out.
It was Zhou Xing who came outside.
His complexion is ugly.
"What's the matter?" Wang Qi sat down and yawned.
Zhou Xing bowed his head and said: "Earlier, Qiao Dongxing was gathering in a restaurant to build momentum, and was going to speak to His Majesty in the first day, but who knew that Jia Ping'an went straight..."
"Idiot!" Wang Qi said disdainfully, "But the noise is too loud?"
Zhou Xing nodded, "Jia Pingan went straight, Qiao Dongxing took the opportunity to talk about the competition and write poetry..."
Wang Qi raised his head slightly, let out a breath, then slapped the table violently, and said with a flushed face: "Then Jia Ping'an can win the hearts of brothel girls with his poems, and brothel girls are the most cunning in tasting poetry. Why does Qiao Dongxing think that he can win? Why?"
The corners of Zhou Xing's lips curled up, but he smiled helplessly, "Those people didn't tell him that Jia Ping'an was good at writing poems, because...they didn't want to compete in the first place, but just wanted to speak to the emperor on Yuan Ri."
Wang Qi understood, and his lips trembled, "Those idiots! They are so stupid! What's even more stupid is Qiao Dongxing, who is out of control!"
Zhou Xing also felt the same way, "Then Qiao Dongxing made a bet, and it turned out that Jia Pingan's two poems in a row were both famous, and Qiao Dongxing knelt down..."
"This is a trick to beg Jia Ping'an to get him, you bitch!" Wang Qi had hoped to succeed this time, but he didn't expect that Qiao Dongxing would cause trouble. The huge disappointment made his eyes bloodshot, and he looked extraordinarily fierce.
"What did Qiao Dongxing call...Dad."
…
Li Zhi is not in a good mood.
Wang Zhongliang was silent below.
Earlier, when the emperor went to the harem, he happened to encounter a fight between Wang and Xiao.
No matter how beautiful a woman is in a fight, she is not beautiful, and even hideous. That's all right, but who would have thought that when Wang threw the vase, he almost hit the emperor.
Why!
The harem is not peaceful, so is the emperor!
Wang Zhongliang thinks that having no eggs is actually not a bad thing, at least he won't be annoyed by women.
Look at the emperor, even if he is the Lord of the Tang Dynasty, he still can't settle the two women.
"Your Majesty."
A servant came outside, surrounded by Baiqi people.
"What's the matter?" Wang Zhongliang went out to ask, and came in later with Baiqi.
Li Zhi raised his head, his lips were tightly pursed, and there was a look of impatience in his eyes.
It wasn't that he was impatient to report, but that his patience with those two women was close to the limit.
But judging from past experience, the limit of human beings is often just a decoration, and the bottom line will be broken again and again.
Baiqi reported: "Your Majesty, earlier when Jia Canjun wrote poems in a restaurant in Pingkangfang, some people said that he was complaining to His Majesty."
Li Zhi raised his head, and said with a half-smile: "Did Tang Xu no longer protect him? He even reported all this news to me."
Baiqi broke out in cold sweat all over his body, and said in a trembling voice: "The Baiqi is just His Majesty's Baiqi."
Li Zhi just casually said a word, and said with satisfaction after hearing the words: "What poem is it?"
"At that time, there were dozens of candidates gathered at the gathering, saying that they wanted to wait for the first day to appeal to His Majesty."
"Admonish what?" Li Zhi raised the corner of his mouth, but his expression was cold.
These candidates utter nonsense before they pass the test. What is the first day of admonition? Yuan day is the day when he formally ruled the Tang Dynasty.
"Who takes the lead?"
The emperor's murderous intentions are on the rise. Although he can't kill people, the candidates who take the lead are afraid that they will be unlucky.
Baiqi said: "It is said that Jia Canjun is a broom star, causing chaos in the court, and the leader is Qiao Dongxing."
Wang Zhongliang raised his head, indicating that he had remembered the name.
That unlucky one, no matter how talented he is, this subject is for nothing.
Li Zhi thought of the motives of those people to cheat Jia Pingan, "Whose person?"
Baiqi said: "It's those people."
The palace can only use those people to refer to Guanlong's small circle.
Li Zhi knew it, and his eyes became more serious, "How is Jia Pingan?"
There are more than 30 candidates, all of whom are great talents from all over the world. Jia Ping'an is hard to beat with two fists.
Baiqi's eyes were full of admiration, "Jia Canjun wrote two poems in a row, and they said they were both famous."
"Oh!" Li Zhi said in surprise, "They're all famous? Let's hear it."
He felt that those people’s appreciation ability might be faulty, but he was more worried about…
"By the way, did Jia Pingan make a move?"
That's what he's worried about.
If Jia Ping’an took Baiqi’s people to fight, it would be straightforward, but so many candidates were beaten, Chang’an City would be shaken, and then the small circle would punish them, how to stop it?
"No, Jia Canjun is writing poetry."
"Oh!" Li Zhi felt relieved, "Say it."
Baiqi sorted out his memory, "A thousand mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of trails and people disappear. I am alone in a boat, fishing in the cold river and snow."
Li Zhi was taken aback, thinking that my poetic talent is not bad, but two good poems in one day are absolutely impossible, "It's so lonely, but it makes people aftertaste endlessly. Good poems are really famous." What about the other one? Is it also a famous one? If he writes two famous ones in one day, then Jia Ping’an is a great talent. But a great talent can’t do that.”
Wang Zhongliang cheered and said: "Those great talents in the court can't do it!"
Baiqi glanced at him, but there was dissatisfaction in his eyes, "Jia Canjun is a great talent..."
Wang Zhongliang smiled, but did not speak.
Baiqi became more and more angry, but he didn't dare to show it, so he chanted in a low voice: "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and there is an isolated city, Wanren Mountain. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows, and the spring breeze does not pass through the Yumen Pass."
how?
Even if he is only proficient in writing and ink, he still thinks this poem is very good.
Li Zhi was shocked.
"I heard that he was lucky in the brothel because of his poetic talent. I didn't expect it to be like this..."
He pondered the poem carefully, clapped his hands lightly, and looked at himself with satisfaction.
"Excellent!"
It can make the emperor say two excellent evaluations, which is undoubtedly a famous article!
"But the second song..." Li Zhi had a smile on his lips, as if he had discovered something interesting, "Why should the Qiang flute complain about the willows? The Central Plains has no time to take care of it, that's all."
"The spring breeze does not pass through the Yumen Pass, he is speaking to me, aggrieved for those soldiers guarding the border."
Li Zhi's mood improved, and he said with a smile: "The spring breeze does not pass through the Yumen Pass. This is to say that I am enjoying myself in Chang'an, but I have forgotten those soldiers."
"It's snowing!"
There was a shout of joy from the court lady outside.
Li Zhi was refreshed, got up and went out.
Wang Zhongliang followed behind, seeing scattered snowflakes falling, he couldn't help but praise: "Your Majesty, this is Ruixue."
"Auspicious snow heralds a prosperous year!"
Li Zhi took a deep breath and stretched out his hand, but he didn't catch the snowflake.
"It's not cold when it snows!"
A court lady looked up at Xue Hua, very happy.
"The spring breeze does not cross the Yumen Pass!" Li Zhi thought of the poem, "If the soldiers guarding the Tang Dynasty would suffer from cold and starvation, it would be my fault. Order me to send out five thousand guan for the troops in Chang'an Subsidize the purchase of clothes to keep out the cold."
The government soldiers even had to buy their own clothes, as well as various military supplies, so it could be said that they brought their own dry food.
Later, the snow became heavier, and the prime ministers rushed over in the snow.
"Your Majesty, the money is difficult, why..." Changsun Wuji felt that his nephew was probably out of money, so he actually paid for it when he was almost crazy.
"I have clothes to wear." Li Zhi stretched out his hands, showed everyone his uniform, and then said seriously: "But what about those soldiers? They are guarding Chang'an, guarding the world..."
Li Zhi's lips moved, thinking of the scene where the soldiers were struggling to advance through the border under the snow, he couldn't help sighing: "It's not easy for me, but it's even more difficult for the soldiers, let's go out. There are also some in the court, Let the soldiers guarding the border have a good winter!"
Everyone cupped their hands, "Your Majesty is wise."
There is nothing to say about such things, but funding.
What could be the cause?
Back to the Zhengshitang, Chu Suiliang ordered people to inquire.
People came back later.
"Gentlemen, there was a poem in a restaurant before, and there was a poem... the Yellow River is far above the white clouds, an isolated city of Wanren Mountain. Why should the Qiang flute complain about the willows? but enjoy themselves in the palace."
Changsun Wuji said with a smile: "Good poem! It's a famous piece, who wrote it?"
Chu Suiliang also stroked his beard with a smile.
"Say it's Jia Ping'an."
Hiss!
Chu Suiliang tore off two beards, Changsun Wuji looked slightly cold...
Li Ji was startled, and immediately smiled and said: "Sure enough, it is a good poem, and I have even remonstrated with His Majesty. This old man thinks it is commendable."
Chu Suiliang wanted to refute, but couldn't find an excuse.
"Mr. Chu, someone is looking for you."
Chu Suiliang went out, and the visitor whispered: "They planned Jia Ping'an before, but in the end they made a poem for fighting. Jia Ping'an's two poems crushed more than 30 candidates, and no one dared to look at him..."
Chu Suiliang vaguely heard about this, but he didn't expect it to be so.
"Stupid!" Chu Suiliang was so angry that his hands trembled, he stomped his feet and said, "That man is a good poet, isn't this sending his face up for him to slap?"
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