Cui Xie casually found an excuse for being tired and dizzy, afraid of the noise in the garden, and wanted to find a clean place to rest before leaving. The shopkeeper Ji wanted to stop him and asked someone to find a boss. He just waved his hand and said, "There are many guests in the garden today, and there are winners and losers in the vote. I'm just afraid that the loser will not be angry and will make a scene. There are many people who patrol the field from time to time, and also protect our six talents. Just don't let them have an accident. Nanguan has long been called Jinyiwei to patrol the field, so why don't I worry when I go out as a man? "
The shopkeeper Ji sighed: "You have a headache and are afraid of the wind, where can you ride out? I'll ask someone to set you up a car..."
Cui Xie said with a smile: "How many guests are coming by car today, the carriages are crowded inside, and they can still make it out? I just need to put on more clothes. Now it's the end of March, and it's summer, so what kind of wind is there? ?"
It just so happened that there were clothes for the six talents to wear in the backstage, and because I was afraid that there would be heavy selections, I made a few more sets. Cui Xie picked up what no one was wearing, took a blue hermit robe and put it on his head, grabbed the front of the robe to cover his face slightly, and told the shopkeeper Ji to take a look and feel relieved, and then went to the back garden to pick up a horse and a horse.
The light in the garden was like daytime, and a few feet away, the lights hanging under the garden porch disappeared. The stars are dark and the moon is sinking, not too far away, not even the long shadows illuminated by candles into the endless darkness, making people almost have no courage to go on.
However, just at the junction of light and darkness, a familiar horse neighed suddenly, a hand stretched out into the dim light, and held his hand softly and powerfully.
That hand was extraordinarily white and bright in the dark, clearly reflected in his eyes. Even the starless streets and alleys brightened with that skin tone, and in the darkness gradually revealed a sturdy emerald green figure and the tall and vigorous chestnut horse, making Cui Xie's heart abruptly settled.
Xie Ying couldn't help laughing when he saw his hooded face covering his face. He stretched out his hand to wrap his clothes tighter for him, kicked the stirrups away, pressed the saddle with his right hand, and turned his body and gently landed on the little white horse, hugging him from behind. live him.
His toes lightly kicked Cui Xie's ankle from behind, and the man leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "It's a little crowded for two people to sit on a pair of saddles, or are you going to sit on my lap?"
Cui Xie pressed the cloth on his face, looked back at him, his eyes crossed his face like a hook: "I mean to ask you to sit on my lap—you come up from the front, sit on my lap, and I will take you horse riding… "
Xie Ying held him in her arms, pulled the reins with one hand, and said very seriously: "No. I sit like that, my shoulders will block your way, how can you get here, little white horse. Where are we going? Or you have a thin body, and you will not get in the way if you turn to the side."
The little white horse has grown into a big white horse now, and can stand the weight of the two. It's just that there were suddenly more people on his body, and he moved with his master for a while, which greatly affected his running, so he snorted in dissatisfaction, shook his head, and jumped his hoofs into the darkness before the chestnut horse left.
The sound of hooves gradually faded away, and the garden behind was still lively.
After Lu Bu and Guan Yu became the two generals, the talented people who came to power changed to dress up as literary ministers. A young man with a calm and stern expression stepped out of the most well-known passage in "Luo Shen Fu", "like a frightening man, like a dragon." Looking left and right in front of the painting screen corresponding to his identity, he said loudly: "Guo knows that his poems and articles are not as good as Chen Siwang, how dare he tarnish a talented person with clumsy poems? Since everyone else has done it, I can only recite Zijian's poems to Everyone, please don't be surprised."
Those who voted for Cao Zhi felt that his words were reasonable, and those who came to him sighed that he was a humble and polite person.
It doesn't matter if you don't write poetry, they are here for Guo Caizi's sharp and ruthless comments, just write those criticism sentences!
Wan Gongzi listened to the roars of the audience, and couldn't help but turn his head and complained to a middle-aged man in green robe who seemed to be a new jinshi, "It's okay to say that? Doesn't that mean he doesn't know how to do it?" ?"
He was not surrounded by familiar scholars from central China or the sons of high-ranking officials, but from Beiren with a bad temperament. Hearing that, he glanced at him, and replied sternly in Mandarin with a little Henan accent: "Why is he? I don't know how to do it. He also had a lot of wonderful sentences when he commented on that set of Romance of the Three Kingdoms! Didn't he make it clear that his own writing is not as good as Chen Siwang's poems, so he doesn't want to dedicate poems at this time. You will come later If you ask him to quiz someone else's poems, he will quiz it!"
Young Master Wan told him to choke in his throat, slammed his sleeves, remembered his face, and told his grandfather not to reuse this person when he got home.
outrageous! These northerners are simply outrageous!
However, most of the Central Scholars also have a different position from his position, and I don't know how to flatter him, the first assistant son, thinking about it is hateful...
Mr. Wan Ge has not yet selected people from the new class of scholars. As his grandson, he shared the worries for Naizu in advance and screened out a group. He didn't bother to pay attention to the black and thin jinshi next to him, and looked critically at the stage. Of the three people on stage, only Tang Cai, who was the first general of the Three Kingdoms, was better, and the other two were not very likable.
His favorite screen marquee lantern had not yet started, and the two servants dressed as scribes had just blown out the lights. In the darkness, Guo Caizi's voice sounded again, with a bit of killing aura: "The emperor examines Jianshiye, Yu Congzheng the Quartet... The sword and halberd never leave the hand, and the armor is the clothes!"
The poems were read slowly and solemnly, and when the chants stopped, a little firelight lit up from behind the screen, instantly illuminating the entire table. The screen slowly turned and stopped, and the screen facing the prime minister's group was replaced with a portrait of Cao Cao. A majestic man with a golden crown and purple robe, with a clean beard and slightly raised eyebrows stepped in front of the stage.
The two soldiers beside him lit up with lanterns, illuminating a golden jue in his hand. He tilted his hand and watched the little flowing water light spilling from the rank. He laughed loudly: "Being a hero in troubled times, Ye planned to settle the Central Plains.
The voice of Lang Ran spread throughout the venue, and the voices of "Cao Prime Minister" and "Cao Thief" were mixed together. Divided into the first prime minister and the first loyal minister, Zhuge Fen, who did not see Cao Fen's victory with his own eyes, became angry and shouted that the vote was unfair, and their Zhuge Prime Minister should not lose to Cao Dang!
However, Zhuge Fen was divided into three parts, and they killed gold and silver in the Academy of Advisors; Cao Fen only focused on the election of the Prime Minister, and Cao Zhi, Cao Pi, Xu Chu, Dian Wei, and Xiahou Fen helped to tear up books and add votes...
The time and place are right and the people are below, and they just won this game.
Although Cao Cao's fans are weak in strength, they are not weak in spirit. Under the pressure of Zhuge fans in the half, they dare to stand up and shout: "I, Duke Cao, assisted the Han family all my life, and until I died, I was also the prime minister of the Han Dynasty. , how could it be unbearable to be the first prime minister of the Three Kingdoms!"
The shopkeeper Ji hurriedly asked the yacha to come to the front of the stage to protect Shen Zheng and Shen Xiucai, who was pretending to be Cao Cao. He also arranged for his staff and employees to hold horns among the guests in various districts to persuade them to calm down, stop fighting, and wait for the next talented person with peace of mind—
There are still officials and Jinyiwei watching in this garden. If they really fight, they all get the yoke outside the garden. What's the trouble in the middle of the night
Zhuge Fan's voice stopped for a while, and Cao Cao on the stage also stepped up to finish reading the poem, the candle light went out, and a clear and gentle voice quickly sounded from behind the screen, reading Du Fu's "Eight Arrays".
The Zhuge Party was refreshed, cheered and shouted loudly: "When it comes to true intelligence and true deeds, my Marquis Wu is the number one person in the Three Kingdoms!"
The Guan Yu Party, the first loyal minister, refused to accept it, and the Cao Cao Party, the first prime minister, sneered, but at this time, no one could stop the Zhuge Party's undulating voices. Lu An, who was pretending to be Zhuge on the stage, couldn't suppress their voices with a loudspeaker, so he stopped reciting poetry. Liwoyu, take care of the road where the jackal lies..."
The people in the audience calmed down a little, and then he showed a voiceless voice that was not very dramatic, and someone sang along with him, gradually filling the garden, overwhelming Cao Wei's party.
The song rested, Zhuge Fan was satisfied, Cao Dang was angry but couldn't do anything - that's what Sanguoli wrote, they really had nothing to refute, they could only secretly sullen. Lu An secretly breathed a sigh of relief, handed the qin to the boy beside him to hold, stood up shaking a feather fan, took a lantern and blew it out, and the stage fell into silence again.
However, the audience is still not quiet, although it is not like it is about to fight like just now, it is also a burst of voices, the name of Zhuge Liang is heard from time to time, Xun Yu, Xun You, Guo Jia, Cheng Yu, Zhou Yu, Fa Zheng... Dang coughed and sighed, I deeply hate that the world has no eyes and only knows one Zhuge, but he does not know that Zhuge is good at managing internal affairs and not good at military strategy.
The whole world is turbid, only they are familiar with the Three Kingdoms and know who is the real counselor!
During the discussion, Wang Zhichang came to the stage pretending to be Mr. Shui Jing, and a piece of cigarette was spread out from the audience, creating an unprecedented immortal style. It wasn't people who accompanied him, but two paper cranes tied together, with their necks raised and their wings stretched out, with a lamp in each of their mouths.
There was chaos in the audience, and he did not recite poetry, but only recited a piece of Zhang Yanghao's "The Hillside Sheep · Tong Concerning the Ancients". Although he did not write the poems of the Three Kingdoms, but only used the songs of the Yuan Dynasty, the sentence "Sad Qin and Han traverses, the palaces and palaces have been turned into soil", but it has exhausted the sorrow of the Three Kingdoms when the people were in chaos and the bones were full of wild; "Death, the people suffer", which shows the sympathy of the people born into the world.
It really is the style of a hermit master!
The readers applauded loudly, as if forgetting that the two parties of Cao Liu and Liu almost fought for a life-and-death situation. Mr. Shui Jing pushed two paper cranes and walked forward, raised his hands three times, and said in a clear voice, "Bring Shi Jian!"
On the stage, there was a brilliant masterpiece, reflecting the twelve screens in a dazzling light. Several clerks dressed as scribes and geniuses came to the stage with poems and handed the masterpieces selected by the six people into their hands.
Although these six people selected excellent works before they came to the stage, not all of them were written about the selected celebrities, and some of them were written about others. Not only those who were selected but not selected, such as Ma Chao, Zhao Yun, Zhou Yu, Sun Quan, Lu Xun, Xun Yu, Sima Yi, etc., but also Liu Bei, Lu Su, Emperor Xiandi and others who were not selected at all.
The six talents took out the poems and recited them in sequence, and in front of the whole audience, they put out a number one, but it was the first ancient poem written by Guan Shouting, titled Hanshouhou.
"Han Shou Hou, righteous and martial, champion the three armies, Zhenhua Xia... Although the Hou died, the gods are immortal!"
Although this poem is written about the Marquis of the Han Dynasty, it is actually written today. It is about a sergeant who was defending the country at the time, and it is about the land of Ming Huaxia! The six people on the stage read it together, and the excited voice spread throughout the garden, which made people feel high in their hearts. The five army camps, Jinyiwei and others under the stage all heard a strong aura that inspired them to open up the border and defend the country. They could not help but recite this poem with them over and over again. The battle between Wei and Shu has ended.
The author has something to say: This "Han Shou Hou" was also written by Li Dongyang