Chapter 189: 1 poetry surprise 4 seats

When the Qingzhou prefectural government questioned, the other officials also stopped talking and drinking, paying attention to this side with a smile.
Big is big, small is small, and big and small are golden hoop rods and tendons... Xu Qi'an complained in his heart. This fourth-grade official called himself, and smiled on the surface:
"Humble job cannot be called as an adult, the poem is indeed written by the humble job."
Oh, it really was him... the officials showed a stunned look.
When they first heard the name Xu Qi'an, they did not respond, but they also felt that the name was familiar. After such a long period of time, after thinking about it, there was some speculation about the identity of this strange gong.
With the spread of Xu Qi'an's handed down masterpieces, although the officialdom and Rulin did not deliberately promote his reputation, all present here are high-ranking officials from a prefecture and have corresponding channels to inquire.
It's no wonder that the governor rushed over immediately after hearing the name.
"The Sheep Pavilion Gives Ziyang Layers to Qingzhou" has long been spread all over the country. As soon as this great Confucian came out of officialdom, this masterpiece took the lead, which can be said to occupy the benefit of people and harmony.
And all this is attributed to the gong called Xu Qi'an in front of me.
"Long admiring the name, it really looks good, and there is a dragon and a phoenix."
The prefect of Qingzhou laughed loudly, and said flattering things in an upright manner, raising people's level like a fire.
Exceeding awards...not only among people, but also Ding Zhonglong. Xu Qi'an had to admit that if he changed a position and became the focus of himself, then the disgusting officialdom entertainment would suddenly become lively and interesting, and he wondered if it would continue forever.
After the Qingzhou prefect had finished his drink, Yu Guang glanced at the chief ambassador Yang Gong, a great Confucian with first-class wrist ability, reduced his repressive official power and a relaxed expression.
At this moment, the prefect of Qingzhou suddenly thought of the troublesome Jiobei. In fact, writing poetry is the best choice, simple and eye-catching, and thought-provoking.
Only poetry is rare, so it is not considered. But now it's different, Xu Qi'an is here.
It's time to come.
Xu Qi'an is quite talented in poetry...The chief executive happened to be troubled by the inscription, and even us have a headache...Can this great talent trouble us? Um, the governor may not have this idea, but as the honor of a state, it is hard to say because of the face... The Qingzhou prefect is full of brains.
Thinking of this, the prefect smiled and lifted up: "What other masterpieces does Mr. Xu have in Beijing?"
He originally asked casually, if the other party said no, he would use this to push Xu Qi'an to the forefront, unite the officials to roar, encourage him to write poems on the spot, and then naturally give a "topic".
Similar methods are commonplace at the wine table, but they are usually used to persuade wine, but now they are used to compose poetry for different purposes.
.... Want to prostitute my poem again? Xu Qi'an wanted to shirk and said "No", but Governor Zhang took the lead and said with a smile: "It's true."
The officials present looked over with great interest, including Lay Ziyang.
How can scholars have bad poetry?
Governor Zhang easily regained the focus, took a sip of wine, and said with a smile: "But it's only half of it. It has just been circulated in Beijing, so you probably haven't heard of it yet."
"Oh? Only half of the song?"
"Speak up, your governor, and the lower officials listen carefully."
The officials did not despise half of the poem, but became more and more curious. This half of the poem must be the best masterpiece, otherwise it would only depend on how the half of the poem was spread in the capital. If it's not good, it's not worth speaking out in public.
Half of the song.... Yang Gong couldn't help but glance at Xu Qi'an, then back to Governor Zhang.
Governor Zhang put down the cup, cleared his throat, looked around at the crowd, and said loudly: "I don't know the sky is in the water when I am drunk, and the boat is full of clear dreams."
At this moment, the dance just ended and the music slowly dissipated.
The banquet fell into a dead silence, and the officials tasted the half of the poem, only to feel a detached and unrestrained oncoming, regardless of fame and fortune, regardless of profit or loss.
After a great drunk, lying in the awning boat, looking at the galaxy above his head, his seven-foot body pressed against the other galaxy, and his free and easy air was spontaneously born.
Someone shook their heads and was drunk. Someone couldn't help looking at the small pond in the yard, where clusters of red lotus flowers grew, but the pond was too small.
Lay Ziyang clapped his hands and said: "This poem is so lofty that it should be the pinnacle of this dynasty's nearly two hundred years of poetry. Wonderful and wonderful."
He drank three glasses of wine in a row, and accompany the poems with wine, which was extremely satisfying.
After drinking, he stared at Xu Qi'an with bright eyes, "Is this poem famous?"
Fuck... You're not enough to prostitute me once? I don't have dignity...Xu Qi'an almost wanted to spray salt soda on his face, and said solemnly, "I already have it."
Lay Ziyang was a little disappointed, nodded, did not continue to speak, muttered to himself, drunk.
After seeing it almost, the Qingzhou Prefecture picked up the wine glass and flattered: "Coincidentally, the governor is about to erect a monument in the front yard of each yamen. The inscription is undecided. I wonder if Mrs. Xu can write a poem?"
As soon as this statement came out, almost everyone subconsciously looked at Xu Qi'an.
Lay Ziyang neither agreed nor stopped, and looked at the small Tong Gong with a smile.
I want my poems for a glass of wine, I'm not that kind of person... Xu Qi'an sighed:
"The humble post accompanied the governor to Yunzhou to investigate the case. The future is uncertain and worried. How can I have the energy and mood to write poetry? I'm sorry, several adults."
The officials of Qingzhou were immediately disappointed. The Qingzhou prefect immediately said, "Master Xu is amazing in poetry, so don't refuse."
Xu Qi'an shook his head helplessly, serving a drink.
Lay Ziyang thought for a moment, took off the jade finger that he was wearing on his thumb, and said in a deep voice, "Yunzhou is seriously infested with banditry, and this trip is indeed dangerous. Ning Yan, you put this jade finger away, and the officer has worn it for many years. The temperature can keep away evil spirits."
Xu Qi'an's eyes suddenly fell on his fingers, vaguely saw the fleeting breath, and remembered what Chu Caiwei had said.
There are three kinds of magical instruments in the world: one is refined by the Sitian Supervisor; the other is naturally conceived by chance and coincidence; the last is contaminated with the breath of high-grade power, which accumulates over time and possesses a certain miracle.
This jade pull finger is the third type.
Big brother, don't treat me like a person tonight... Xu Qi'an hurriedly took it, earnestly in his arms, pondered, and said: "I don't know what's going on. Suddenly, there is a poem in spirit."
Didn’t you say you’re not in the mood to write poetry? The officials looked at him blankly. After a few seconds, they gradually realized their understanding, so their eyes became a lot stranger, but they were tacitly tacit.
Lay Ziyang's smile did not change: "This official listens carefully."
Xu Qi'an nodded, and he had a choice in his heart. He was going to use the four lines of poems he used in the questioning mind when he was in the aptitude test.
Because there is nothing more suitable to be used here than this poem. If you remember correctly, this poem is also called "Jiao Shi Ming", which is used to warn hundreds of officials.
He took a sip of wine and the poem appeared in his mind, as if he had returned to his lofty ambitions when he asked the heart.
Can't help but stand up, look at Ziyang Lay Yang Gong first, and whisper:
"Er Shi Erlu."
Looking at Governor Zhang again:
"Minzhiminbao."
Then, he slowly swept over the officials present, and his voice suddenly became severe:
"The people are easy to abuse."
Finally, looking up at the sky, the whole person seemed to be excited and said loudly:
"God is hard to deceive!"
Unknowingly, the roar of a Buddhist lion blended into his voice, which rang in the ears of the officials, like a bell in the evening and morning.
Kang Dang... the sound of broken wine glasses kept ringing.
Many officials, with guilty or ashamed expressions, faced a gong with no grade, as if they were facing a severe superior, and did not dare to breathe.
The few who had a clear conscience straightened their waists and felt excited.
"Good poem, good poem!"
Lay Ziyang shot up at the table. The great Confucian's emotions were a little out of control. It didn't feel like an old and capable party official, but a young student who had just entered the officialdom, full of vigor and righteousness.
"If I could swear this poem in the courtroom and spit out my heart, why would I be depressed for a while? Xu Ningyan, Xu Ningyan, you are the real seed of reading."
In the yard, the dancers who endured the cold wind blinked and looked curiously at the only young man on the banquet.
No wonder he was able to make the act of slashing the silver gong with a knife...I don't know how many people were frightened by this poem... Governor Zhang sighed. Seeing that the scene was a little frozen, he changed the subject:
"The Lord Chief Executive said that, Ning Yan, it's a pity that you didn't study at the beginning."
Xu Qi'an hiccuped his wine and said helplessly: "Second Uncle thinks I am more suitable for martial arts, so he didn't let anyone continue studying."
When the officials heard this, they were very angry. They said, your second uncle is not a son of man, and he wasted a seed of reading. If Xu Ningyan is a scholar, Dafeng literary world is not lonely.
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The banquet was gone in the middle of the night, and a little drunk Xu Qi'an came to the pool and picked the red lotus.
This lotus variety is extremely strange, with only six petals, and each petal is full of crystals. It is a variety he has never seen before.
"This lotus is called Honglian~EbookFREE.me~ also called Hanlian. It is a unique lotus in Qingzhou." Lay Ziyang came over, carrying his hands on his back, standing on one side:
"It only blooms in October, and the spring and withering all the time in the coming year, the lotus seeds produced are warm in nature and can be used as medicine."
.... I have never seen lotus flowers bloom in winter. Xu Qi'an smiled and said: "In the middle of winter, they bloom and bear fruit and are warm in nature, just the opposite of the season. Can these red lotus be transplanted to the Central Plains?"
"I can't live." The Ziyang layman seemed to have pointed out, and said: "Yunzhou banditry is also unique to Yunzhou. If you change any state, you can't survive. Where is this disease, do you know?"
Isn't this a question left over from history... Xu Qi'an moved in his heart, and said, "Sir, please advise."
He didn't call an adult, but Mr. Act as 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. You can post this chapter as usual, and it will be displayed after the 5th. Hey, there is no soul without the book mentioned in this chapter. When the day is over, I will come back to this chapter and talk about it. Mainly... Toolman can't catch insects anymore. I’ll post it first, then read it again and correct the typo by myself.