"It's not your fault that the words are poorly written. It's your fault that you sing it to torture other people's ears... Haha, it really didn't disappoint me..."
The original noisy voice disappeared, and the conversation between Li Yi and Cui Yanxin was clearly transmitted. Li Xuan couldn't help laughing. Among the people he knew, Li Yi was the number one person who could scold people to such a high level. .
There are a lot of masters around the small building, maybe a certain servant with a dish is a hidden powerful character, Chang De, the chief servant, just mentioned a few words, and in a short period of time, someone has already reported what happened just now. The matter was relayed intact.
"Hehe, I know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade." Emperor Jing smiled, and then seemed to remember something, looked at Li Xuan and asked, "Xuan'er also knows him?"
Li Xuan nodded and said, "Uncle Huang, his name is Li Yi, and he is Xuan'er's friend."
"Li Yi?" Hearing this name, Emperor Jing showed a trace of doubt on his face, as if he had heard it somewhere.
"Father, Li Yi is the one who wrote the "Regulations for Disciples". You just made him a county lieutenant." Li Mingzhu explained prettyly beside her.
As the king of a country, he is busy with daily affairs, so it is naturally impossible to remember the name of a mere scholar. After she reminded him, he remembered it, and it seemed that there was such a thing.
"Li Yi? Is it the one who cured my sister's stubborn illness?" At this time, the queen on the side also asked.
"The queen mother is him." Li Mingzhu said.
Even Emperor Jing didn't expect that the interesting young man he met in the palace garden had such a deep connection with the royal family.
He already had a copy of the poem written by Cui Yanxin. After looking at it, he shook his head and said, "It's considered a masterpiece. It's hard for young people to make better ones."
In his heart, he admired Li Yi very much, but he didn't know his poetic talent. He hoped that he would win, but he also knew that this might not be a big deal.
"Hehe, Brother Huang guessed wrong this time." At this time, King Ning smiled and stepped forward and said, "Even if the Jinshi surnamed Cui chooses one person in the field tonight, he may not lose. If you choose Li Yi, you can only bring yourself to humiliate yourself."
Because of Li Xuan, he specially sent someone to investigate Li Yi, and he can be called "the number one talent in Jingguo" by Mr. Su Xuezheng. How can his poetic talent be comparable to that of just anyone
At this time, the queen also interjected: "The birthday poem he wrote for his sister is not bad, and he must be quite talented."
Hearing that the wishful dew and the perfume were both made by Li Yi, the two of them naturally wanted to see what the gift he gave today was. Although they were slightly disappointed that he only gave him a birthday poem, they had to admit , the words and characters are excellent.
"Could it be that I still underestimate him?"
When Emperor Jing looked down in a little astonishment, Li Mingzhu's eyes also stayed on Li Yi.
Most of the time, he is easy to get along with, but if he shows that expression, it means...someone is going to be unlucky.
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"You're going to participate..."
Such an adult, but still as naive as a bear child, if he can't bully others, he will go to an adult to complain...
However, Cui Yanxin's words obviously didn't scare Li Yi, so he went to participate if he had the ability.
You are going to participate...
ginseng...
Cui Yanxin said that it felt like a punch had been punched on the cotton, and he almost couldn't hold back a mouthful of old blood.
When I met a handsome man who didn't have any tricks at all, no matter how many ways he tried, he couldn't do it.
"Mr. Li, I..." Wan Ruoqing showed panic on her pale pretty face, and hurriedly picked up the rice paper that he crumpled up from the ground, "I, I'm fine, just sing another song, it's nothing."
Li Yi's standing up at this moment is equivalent to standing on the opposite side of all officials, not to mention that there are so many officials here, if they are offended, his future career will really be ruined.
Even though she was very grateful to Li Yi for coming forward, she couldn't ruin his future for her own selfishness.
After all, the path of official career is really important to scholars...
Li Yi crumpled the paper again, Wan Ruoqing stopped talking after seeing his eyes, and there was a trace of firmness in her beautiful eyes.
Of the Qing'an government officials in the venue, only three knew Li Yi.
County magistrate Liu, Professor Feng, and prefect Dong.
As for the officials below him, County Magistrate Liu had of course investigated, and the result also surprised him. He overwhelmed Shen Zhao, made Yang Yanzhou feel ashamed, and became the top among all the talents in Qing'an Prefecture...
And Professor Feng and Zhifu Dong knew Li Yi better than articles or poems. There might not be a few people in the venue who could surpass him.
Seeing the big from the small, being able to write such articles and poems, presumably his talents in other areas are not low. If he hadn't had no intention of official career, these people would have to be suppressed by his brilliance in the imperial examination this time.
"Since this brother doesn't like Brother Yanxin's poems, he probably has better ones in mind, so why don't you show them to me?" Jiang Zian walked out of the crowd and said with a smile.
When Wan Ruoqing's eyes flashed, the haze disappeared in a flash.
No wonder she refused to promise herself, it turned out that she already had a girlfriend...
"If there are any good poems, please come up with them quickly, don't always cover them up."
After another voice came out, everyone looked over.
Li Yi was a little surprised when he saw that others hadn't spoken yet, but the little official who came to Ruyifang with Professor Feng last time spoke first, but he also knew that if he really didn't come out with some dry goods today, he would I'm afraid this level is really difficult.
"Miss Ruoqing, I have to trouble you to grind the ink." Li Yi said to Wan Ruoqing with a smile.
Wan Ruo Qingqing nodded, and there was nothing else to do. The middle-aged official who spoke just now waved his sleeves and said, "No need, I will grind the ink for you myself."
In fact, Dong Zhifu can't see a few big men embarrassing a woman, but what he wants to see is what kind of masterpiece Li Yi can write. From the perspective of the situation, it is still beneficial to stir up like this often.
Li Yi saw that the little official had already stepped aside and began to grind ink, he couldn't help but sighed in his heart, this little official has little official position, but he likes to show off, other officials haven't spoken yet, but he is very positive, and his future in this life is afraid That's it.
As for the others, they were guessing in their hearts what the prefect Dong's move meant, and they were a little uncertain for a while.
Picking up the pen and dipping in the ink, he took a look at Cui Yanxin, and with a wave of his hand, a line of words had already been written smoothly.
"Ugly Slave".
The word card was written, and seeing the elegant handwriting, some officials in the field couldn't help but shouted out.
"Good word!"
Not to mention the content of the poem, these three words alone have already made them look at the young man in front of them with admiration.
Governor Dong and Professor Feng had seen Li Yi's handwriting, so they were not too surprised by it. However, when they saw what Shang Que wrote, they looked at each other and then at Cui Yanxin at the same time.
"Young people don't know the feeling of sorrow, they fall in love with the upper floors. In love with the upper floors, they force their sorrows to write new words..."
Cui Yanxin’s ci just now roughly means..., having nothing to do, being alone, climbing a high-rise building, worrying about the country and the people, to the point where it’s hard to eat, hard to sleep, getting thinner day by day, the whole text is just one word—" worry"!
Just now I thought there was nothing wrong with this poem, but when I think about it now, it is a bit pretentious and moaning without illness.
After all, he looks full of energy, with a wide body and a fat body. How does he look like he is getting thinner
However, this is actually a common problem of many literati. How could they usually pay attention to these things
But after being pointed out at this moment, naturally it cannot be ignored.
At this time, Li Yi picked up the pen, and the upper and lower ques had been written.
"Young people don't know the feeling of sorrow, they fall in love with the upper floors. In love with the upper floors, they force their sorrows to write new words.
Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to say it. I want to say goodbye, but I say it's a cool autumn..."
Professor Feng raised his head and glanced at Li Yi. As a professor of the government school, how could he fail to see that this worry is not the sorrow of parting, but the sorrow of the family and the country, layer upon layer, euphemistic and reserved, concealed... It is already a Excellent work.
But the question is, what is the grief and indignation revealed in the whole word
At such a young age, how can I have such an experience
With his poetic accomplishments, writing this poem is definitely not to express his feelings, but to slap his face!
"Forcibly expressing sorrow for new words..."
Cui Yanxin had just finished worrying, so he wrote such a sentence... Professor Feng sighed secretly, hoping that after tonight, Cui Yanxin would not leave any psychological shadow.
At this time, the complexions of the surrounding Jinshi also changed a little.
They still have the ability to distinguish, this poem is indeed more than one step higher than Cui Yanxin's.
Of course, the first sentence is more important.
"Young people don't know the feeling of sorrow, they fall in love with the upper floors. In love with the upper floors, they force their sorrows to write new words..."
The word "youth" does not refer to Cui Yanxin
Even they felt like they had been shot in the knee.
Life has just begun, and many things have not been experienced, so how can there be so many worries
Thinking of the poems I wrote before, I couldn't help but have a hot feeling on my face.
At this moment, Cui Yanxin's face was pale, and he stared blankly at the paper, like a sharp knife piercing his heart, two lines of hot tears rolled down from his eyes.
Looking up at Li Yi, the grief and indignation in his heart was already overwhelming.
"Forcibly expressing sorrow for Fu Xinci..., dare to be more ruthless?"
Cui Yanxin's eyes darkened, and he fainted on the spot.