"What did your father tell you just now?"
Coming out of the Hall of Qinzheng, seeing Li Yi holding Yongning's hand, humming a brisk unknown tune, obviously in a good mood, Li Mingzhu stepped forward and asked.
"I'll find out when I go to the Lizheng Palace in a while." Li Yi replied casually, and then whispered something in Yongning's ear, and the little girl's eyes brightened instantly.
Li Mingzhu's expression moved slightly, and she instantly understood what he was referring to, and her hanging heart was finally relieved.
Li Xuan's expression was also slightly excited, and he immediately looked forward to the competition in a while.
"This is a big matter, please think twice, Your Majesty!"
"Li Xianzi is indeed talented in arithmetic, but today's competition must not be such a joke!"
"Your Majesty, please take it back, we can't lose any more!"
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Hearing the news that Emperor Jing had just announced, the expressions of several senior officials in the court changed, and they all stepped forward to persuade them.
I have long been used to Li Yi always being able to create surprises for him at critical moments. When I saw his expression just now, how could I not know that he was already 100% sure in his heart, and he didn't bother to explain to the ministers at this moment, so he waved his hand and said: " I have made up my mind, so you don't need to say much, the time is coming, follow me to the Lizheng Palace."
"Your Majesty..."
Several officials still wanted to say something, but Emperor Jing had already walked out of the hall.
"This, Your Majesty, this is too hasty. Could it be that Li Xianzi's poetry and prose attainments are higher than Wei Siye's? I'm afraid I will lose today..." The Minister of Rites said with a worried expression.
There was even a hint of despair on the faces of the people behind him. How could a young junior at the age of a weak crown compare to Wei Siye, who had been studying this way for decades? His Majesty's trifling play at this moment would make Jingguo paid a very heavy price.
On the other hand, Wei Siye didn't show any disappointment or anger on his face, instead he felt relieved.
After all, in the situation where he loses more than he wins, he also has a lot of psychological pressure. Of course it is good to win. If he loses, Ma Zhongcheng is a lesson for him. He was scolded by the people in Kyoto and even the whole Jingguo. It would be terrible to think about it. Necessary, who is willing to put the world's fame on this competition
That Li Xianzi is still too young, and being young and energetic often has to pay a huge price.
It was rare for Prime Minister Qin to express any opinion on this matter. Among all the people present, even Dong Wenyun was far inferior to him in terms of understanding of Li Xianzi.
If even Wei Siye is not sure of winning, His Majesty's move is probably the most correct choice.
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The Lizheng Palace is the place where officials go to court, but starting from yesterday, the morning court is no longer the most important event in the Lizheng Palace. Nothing is more important than the competition with the Qi State.
More than a dozen core officials discussed important matters with Emperor Jing in the Hall of Qinzheng, while others waited outside the Hall of Lizheng.
When Li Yi and the others came here, there were already many people outside the hall.
At this time, before the time came and the door of the palace was not opened, when the three of them walked to a secluded place with few people in the corner, Li Xuan, who had been whispering to Li Mingzhu, was stunned for a moment, and then walked aside with a smile on his face, and took a picture. Patting a young man on the shoulder, he said unexpectedly, "Brother, we meet again."
The young man turned his head, his expression was a little stunned. When he saw Li Xuan, his face showed doubts, and soon he became stunned, and said, "You are, that of Qunyuyuan..."
Li Yi and Li Mingzhu came over afterwards, and he was also a little surprised when he saw the young man. Last time in the Qunyu Courtyard, because there was no place, Li Xuan took the initiative to fight for a table with the other party. Although there was no conversation, but Li Yi had a good impression of him, and it was really surprising that he met him in the palace this time.
"Why are you here?" It's hard to meet someone who suits your appetite on weekdays. Li Xuan looked at him and asked curiously: "Could it be that you are also an official of the court, why haven't I seen you before?"
The young man was speechless for a while, not knowing how to answer.
Li Mingzhu looked at Li Xuan in amazement, and the crowd in the distance looked at him, causing quite a commotion.
Li Yi looked at the young man and the people behind him, turned his head and looked around, and saw the expressions on the faces of all the officials, he thought it couldn't be such a coincidence, could it
"The third prince of Qi?" Li Yi looked at him and asked with some doubts.
At this special moment, he was excluded by all the officials of Jingguo, and these people were obviously headed by him. Except for the third prince who was famous in the capital, it seemed that it would not be anyone else.
"Brother Li, we meet again." The young man said with a slight smile and cupped his hands.
Li Xuan's expression was stunned, and he didn't recover from the accident for a while.
Li Yi bowed his hands to the young man, pulled Li Xuan's sleeve and pulled him away. This kind of occasion is not suitable for getting close to him.
"The one with them seems to be Princess Jingguo. The third prince knows those two?" After Li Yi and the others left, an old man stepped forward and asked.
The young man smiled and said, "I met once, and they are two interesting people."
Without continuing on this topic, he asked: "The second competition is about to start, is Brother Xiuwen ready?"
Another young man was leaning on the porch pillar, holding a book in his hand and reading it raptly, but he didn't answer. The third prince of Qi shook his head. A poetic idiot is indeed a poetic idiot...
On the other side, Li Mingzhu looked at Li Yi and Li Xuan suspiciously. Before she could ask the question in her heart, the scene suddenly became commotion. Not far away, accompanied by Qin Peng and others, Emperor Jing walked slowly to this side come.
The officials looked a little excited, and followed Emperor Jing into the main hall. The third prince of Qi State glanced at the young man behind him and said, "Let's go."
The young man stood up straight, closed the poetry book in his hand, and looked towards the direction of the hall, with a smile on his lips.
"I hope today's competition can be a bit interesting..."
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There was an eerie silence above the court.
Not because of worrying that the noise would affect the competition, but because of the decision announced by His Majesty just now.
The candidate for this competition is not Wei Siye, but that Li Xianzi!
His Majesty's move undoubtedly killed their only glimmer of hope before the competition!
If it weren't for the envoys of the Qi State to be in the hall, the golden hall would have been boiled long ago.
Everyone looked at Li Yi with puzzlement, regret and even resentment, but no matter what kind of emotion they were, they no longer had any hope for the results of today's competition.
"Li Xianzi?" An imperceptible light flashed in the eyes of the Third Prince of Qi, and it quickly faded away.
As for the young man, with a slightly regretful expression on his face, he waited for the third prince to pull out a stick from a bamboo tube, and when he saw the word "Twilight" on it, he closed his eyes and meditated.
Naturally, this poetry competition will not be free play. There are dozens of sticks in the bamboo tube, each with different content, chanting objects to express feelings, and describing scenes to express feelings. Compared with similar poems, it is naturally easier to distinguish the superior ones.
Of course, everyone has their own type that they are good at. In order to rule out chance and ensure fairness, this competition will be drawn three times.
The moment the young man closed his eyes, Li Yi had already walked to the table, dipped his pen in the ink, and wrote decisively amidst the astonished expressions of the officials and envoys of the State of Qi.
"So fast?"
"Could he have been prepared?"
"It's unlikely. The lottery was drawn by the third prince of Qi. Before that, no one knew the title, unless..."
"Cough, cough, Lord Zhu be careful, be careful..."
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When the officials were shocked, they seemed to have thought of something, and their expressions became strange. After looking at each other, they returned to normal in an instant.
When the envoys of Qi State saw this, they could naturally think of something, and the expression on their faces became a little uncertain.
Only the third prince looked indifferent. He had carefully checked when he was drawing just now, and each lottery had indeed written different content, unless he had prepared dozens of songs that could beat Zhao Xiuwen in one day. Good poetry—and that's simply impossible.
At this time, he didn't care about the poetry anymore. He was thinking about another thing, and his gaze at Li Yi became deeper.
After a while, Li Yi put down his pen, and an eunuch immediately stepped forward to post the poems he wrote on the paper.
At this time, that Zhao Xiuwen from Qi country hadn't opened his eyes yet.
Naturally, all the officials looked over at the first moment, and were first shocked by the elegant running script. They all said that Chang'an County Zi was young and had good calligraphy skills, and only now did he realize that the rumors were true.
It has to be said that at this moment, a glimmer of hope ignited in Baiguan's heart.
Then, after reading the complete poem, their fire of hope was ruthlessly extinguished again.
"It is not easy to achieve this level in such a short period of time."
"It's also a masterpiece."
"It's just a pity..."
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Among the hundreds of officials in the court, except for military generals, who can be called "civilian" has not stood out from millions of people, even if he is not like Wei Siye, who has studied poetry all his life, but how could he? No profound poetic attainments.
Not to mention the preparation in advance, if it is really impromptu, it is rare to be able to write such poems in such a short period of time, at least most of them can't do it, but the person opposite him, but With the title of "No. 1 poetic talent in a thousand years", if it is only this level, there is no possibility of surpassing him.
Seeing the courtiers' sighs, the expression on Emperor Jing's face remained unchanged. After glancing at Li Yi, he found that he was whispering to Yongning, and his heart felt more stable.
At this moment, that Zhao Xiuwen finally opened his eyes.
He walked to his desk, picked up the pen, and dipped in the ink, and the courtier's heart became entangled.
He looked up at the posted poems, his eyes lit up because of the handwriting, then he shook his head and lowered his head to write.
A moment later, Zhao Xiuwen looked up again.
This time, the pen in his hand could no longer fall down.