The purple aura of righteousness shocked many Confucian scholars.
And Xu Qingxiao holds the Chunqiu pen in her hand.
At this time, Chen Zhengru's voice sounded.
"Prepare some paper for Shouren quickly."
Chen Zhengru spoke and asked someone to prepare papers for Xu Qingxiao.
However, Xu Qingxiao's voice sounded.
"Need not."
"Eternal poetry requires no paper."
The faint voice sounded, but it caused everyone in the hall to be shocked. Everyone gasped and was really confused.
Especially the talented people from the ten countries, their eyes were even more confused.
Why is Xu Qingxiao so arrogant?
This poem has not been written yet, so you dare to say it will last forever?
Good fellow, I want to see if you can compose poems that will last forever today.
The great talents of the ten countries were all suffocating in their hearts, especially Li En of the Tang Dynasty. He should have been the one to steal the spotlight at today's feast, but he didn't expect that Xu Qingxiao would steal all the limelight when he came.
Moreover, he was so brazen that his poems were published in Zhenguo. Xu Qingxiao said that he would write poems for the ages before he even composed them.
Okay! Today, I want to see if you can write an eternal poem.
The great talents of the Ten Kingdoms looked at Xu Qingxiao.
The people of Wei looked at Xu Qingxiao.
The literati of the Wei Dynasty looked at Xu Qingxiao.
At the banquet, Chen Zhengru, Zhang Jing, Gu Yan, Zhou Yan, including the great Confucians in the Wen Palace of Wei Dynasty, and the deans of the four major academies.
Everyone was looking at Xu Qingxiao!
Everyone is waiting for a miracle!
And at this moment.
Xu Qingxiao started writing, followed by his voice.
"Don't you see me!"
“The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return.”
This is the first sound. There is also the Yellow River in the Wei Dynasty. Because its name is simple, Xu Qingxiao did not modify it and used the original text directly.
His voice sounded, and he quickly started writing.
As the first word appeared, golden light shone brightly, and when this poem was written, the entire hall was bathed in golden light.
"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening."
Xu Qingxiao's first voice was full of generosity.
However, the second voice became inexplicably deeper.
At this moment, everyone's minds sank, and they were immersed in this poem.
At this moment, all the wine in the wine pool turned into a long river, surging towards Xu Qingxiao, like the Yellow River rushing and rolling.
"If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden cup stand empty against the moon."
"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back to you after all the money I have spent."
Xu Qingxiao spoke again, and this time, his voice was louder than before.
However, at this moment, the unparalleled awe-inspiring righteousness gathered from outside the palace, more like the rushing Yellow River, and poured into the entire palace.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
In the entire hall, six ministers stood up in an instant, and all the great scholars also stood up, including the deans of the four major academies.
At this moment, the eyes of the scholars of the Wei Dynasty were full of incomparable wonder.
If you are proud of life, you must enjoy it to the fullest. Don’t let the golden cup stand empty against the moon!
My talents are destined to be useful, and a thousand gold coins scattered will come back to me.
Good! Good! Good!
OK!
Chen Zhengru reacted the fastest. These two sentences simply gave this poem a soul. What a sentence I was born with, it will be useful. What a sentence, a thousand pieces of gold will come back again after they are gone.
Xu Qingxiao is truly a talented person!
Full of knowledge, full of knowledge!
Xu Qingxiao’s talent is as profound as the past and the present!
Xu Qingxiao is really so angry that she can swallow mountains and rivers!
At this moment, Chen Zhengru, as the Prime Minister of the Wei Dynasty, as the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and as a great scholar in the literary palace, could no longer remain calm.
He was trembling all over because Xu Qingxiao's poem was so well written.
It’s simply mind-blowing!
Not only him, but also the scholars in Wei Dynasty could not help but tremble all over at this moment.
My talents are destined to be useful, and a thousand gold coins scattered will come back to me.
How confident this is, and how arrogant this is.
Xu Qingxiao, Xu Qingxiao, what kind of monster are you?
In Liyang Palace, everyone looked at Xu Qingxiao.
His light is so dazzling that no one can cover it.
Hua Xingyun looked at Xu Qingxiao and remained silent.
Shui Yunyan looked at Xu Qingxiao, her eyes full of curiosity.
Mu Nanping looked at Xu Qingxiao, his nails turning white with excitement.
Mu Nanning looked at Xu Qingxiao and had other thoughts in her mind.
Outside Liyang Palace.
Every word written by Xu Qingxiao is reflected in the sky, every word is bigger than the national poem, and every word is as bright as the sun.
On this day, there was no distinction between day and night in the capital of the Wei Dynasty, because Xu Qingxiao's light was so bright that even the night could not cover up his light.
"Xu Wangu is a great talent in the world!"
"This is an eternally famous poem! Xu Wangu has really created an eternally famous poem."
"I'm just saying, I'm just saying, I'm just saying, Mr. Xu will never let us down."
"Xu Wangu, what a great talent!"
The people spoke one after another, they were excited, their bodies trembled slightly, and all their grievances disappeared at this moment.
There is only joy, joy, unparalleled joy in my heart.
The people were so relieved and full of admiration for Xu Qingxiao.
And at this time.
In Liyang Palace, Xu Qingxiao stopped writing for a moment.
And in an instant, he raised his hand, and the golden royal wine glass fell into his hand, and the surrounding wine was submerged into his glass.
At that moment, all the royal wine glasses flew up one after another and appeared in everyone's hands, held by Haoran Zhengqi.
Like a wine pool running like the Yellow River, it swims in the hall like a dragon. Everyone's wine glasses are filled with wine.
Xu Qingxiao held the cup in her left hand, and then raised it. For some reason, perhaps because of the influence of this poem, the irritability in Xu Qingxiao's heart disappeared instantly.
He drank it in one gulp.
The wine enters the throat, it is so beautiful that it is intoxicating.
come!
Let’s drink together!
Xu Qingxiao raised his glass again, the wine was poured into the glass again, and then Xu Qingxiao's voice sounded again.
It rang in the capital of the Great Wei Dynasty.
"If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time."
The sound rang out, and everyone was inexplicably infected by this emotion. Xu Qingxiao toasted to them again.
At this moment, everyone in the Liyang Palace, except for the great talents of the Ten Kingdoms and Sun Jing'an, laughed. They raised their wine glasses to Xu Qingxiao and drank in one gulp.
The laughter and laughter appeared again, but the lifeless energy dispersed with the wind.
What Xu Qingxiao brings is joy.
Chen Zhengru rarely drinks alcohol, but now he took a sip. This sip of wine was particularly delicious, and this glass of wine was particularly comfortable.
It was just after Chen Zhengru drank the fine wine.
Xu Qingxiao spoke again.
"Master Chen, Shangshu Zhang is about to drink wine, so don't stop drinking."
When the voice sounded, Xu Qingxiao spoke to the two of them. At the same time, Xu Qingxiao drank another glass of wine with a smile on her face.
On stage.
Chen Zhengru and Zhang Jing were stunned on the spot.
They didn't expect that Xu Qingxiao would actually write the two of them into this eternally famous poem.
this!
this!
this!
The two of them were stunned. They were happy that Xu Qingxiao had written poems that would last forever. They were happy that Xu Qingxiao had suppressed the arrogance of the great talents of the Ten Kingdoms.
But they really didn't expect that Xu Qingxiao would mention them.
Moreover, their names were actually written into this eternal poem.
What's this?
This is a great honor.
The reputation of indirectness has been passed down through the ages.
Why do they become officials and Confucian scholars? They just want to be famous throughout the ages.
May Qingxiao, with one sentence, let the names of these two people be passed down through the ages.
When the time comes, thousands of years later, when people in the world talk about drinking wine, they will know this allusion and know who the two of them are.
This! This! This!
Their faces turned red. This was because they were excited. They were dignified ministers, but at this moment, they still couldn't control themselves.
Drink! Today, if you don’t get drunk, you won’t come back! If you don’t get drunk, you won’t come back!
Chen Zhengru's glass was full of wine, so he drank it in one gulp, while Zhang Jing on the side also took a swig. He was even more excited than Chen Zhengru, with tears even shining in the corners of his eyes.
As the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, I am no match for Chen Zhengru. Chen Zhengru is a great scholar! He is the prime minister! He is more likely to be famous throughout the ages.
And he is just a wave in the long river of time.
But today.
But today.
But today, Xu Qingxiao has given new life. This simple name can make him famous forever. How can Zhang Jing not be excited? How can Zhang Jing not be moved!
Shouren, you are really a good person.
Zhang Jing almost cried because what Xu Qingxiao did was of great significance to him and the significance was too extraordinary.
On the side, Gu Yan, Wang Xinzhi, and Zhou Yan couldn't help but look a little jealous, especially Gu Yan, who felt even more uncomfortable. Why didn't Xu Qingxiao mention his name?
Uncomfortable.
As for Li Yanlong, he doesn't feel bad. As long as the waterwheel project is done well, he can become famous throughout the ages.
However, the great Confucians in the Great Wei Wen Palace were even more bitter than Gu Yan and others. They were great Confucians and cared more about reputation. They didn't expect Xu Qingxiao to be like this.
For a moment, they felt some inexplicable regret in their hearts. Why did they go against Xu Qingxiao? In fact, we could have made peace with each other.
Looking at Chen Zhengru and Zhang Jing, he drank glass after glass of wine.
Xu Qingxiao also drank cup after cup.
The wine enters the throat, and the fire burns the heart.
At this moment, Xu Qingxiao was a little drunk. All her worries disappeared at this moment, replaced by a kind of happiness and relaxation.
While drinking, Xu Qingxiao threw away the wine glass and waved his hand, and the water in the wine pool floated out of the palace along with Haoran's righteousness.
come!
Sing and dance together!
come!
Drink together!
Forget all your worries and listen to my poem today.
Accompanied by Haoran Zhengqi's wine, in an instant, it turned into rain and fell on the capital of the Wei Dynasty. At this moment, all the people understood what Xu Qingxiao meant.
This is to get drunk with them.
The common people found utensils one after another and took the drinks from the sky. The streets were no longer lifeless and silent.
Instead, there was laughter and the sound of drinking.
"Sir Xu, let me wait for the celebration and wait until I get drunk and never return."
"Come on, let's drink together."
"Come on, let's laugh together."
Among the crowd, there was a scholar who understood what Xu Qingxiao meant. He raised his glass and shouted loudly towards Liyang Palace.
At this moment, the people were laughing loudly, and Kyoto was once again prosperous and lively, so the people were witnessing all this, and people were drinking. The wine was so delicious.
If you are not drunk with wine, everyone will get drunk.
"Sing a song with you, please listen to me."
Xu Qingxiao spoke again, and wrote the ultimate poem in Chunqiu.
"The bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time."
"In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, only the drinkers left their names."
"In the old days, King Chen had great banquets, wine fights and endless banter."
"What does the master say about having little money? It's up to you to sell it at your own discretion."
Xu Qingxiao was a little drunk.
His face was rosy. In the blink of an eye, he drank a lot of wine. His body was swaying, but he wrote with energy.
In the 600th year of the Wei Dynasty, there was naturally a man named King Chen, who naturally held a banquet. It can be used as a reference to ancient and modern times, so Xu Qingxiao did not change a word.
After saying this, another large amount of wine went down his throat.
Xu Qingxiao was a little drunk and dizzy.
Since entering Kyoto, there has not been a day when he has not been in a state of tension and seriousness, and he has rarely been so relieved.
If you are drunk now, it doesn't matter what your future life will be like, or how the flood will surge to the sky.
But at this moment, the wine in the wine pool was gone.
Xu Qingxiao was just sprinkled outside.
There is no wine in the hall.
Everyone's wine glasses are empty.
at this time.
Xu Qingxiao fell silent.
The pen in his hand was slowly put down.
And this eternally famous poem has not completely gathered momentum at this moment.
Everyone looked at Xu Qingxiao, wondering what was going on.
"quick!"
"Hurry and prepare some wine for Shouren."
Someone noticed that there was a problem. Without good wine, Xu Qingxiao could not compose poems.
The guards were dispatched one after another to bring the fine wine.
No one would have thought that Xu Qingxiao could use up all the wine in the wine pool.
But this eternal poem is stuck here, which makes everyone anxious.
Everyone knows that this poem is still short of the last sentence, still short of the last sentence.
If this sentence is not said.
This poem will be an eternal regret, especially since Xu Qingxiao is in a drunken state. When he wakes up, he will not be able to finish it.
The most important thing for poets is state. A similar thing happened once. Someone was drunk and wrote a poem to subjugate the country, but he fell asleep before the last line.
As a result, I woke up and could not continue, and finally died due to depression.
For literati, this is indeed a knot that is difficult to untie.
That's why someone spoke up and asked the guards to prepare wine, while praying that Xu Qingxiao wouldn't fall down.
No one would have thought that something like this would happen at this juncture.
The people who most hope that Xu Qingxiao will fall are the talents from the ten countries. They are watching Xu Qingxiao and wish that Xu Qingxiao would fall now.
The guards went out to find some fine wine, but they couldn't find it for a while. Where could they go to prepare it? Twenty thousand kilograms of fine wine had been poured into the banquet.
The six ministers are in a hurry.
The great scholars were anxious, except Sun Jing'an.
The deans of the four major academies were anxious.
The people of Wei Dynasty were anxious.
The literati of the Wei Dynasty were also anxious.
Because under the banquet, Xu Qingxiao's body was indeed swaying a little.
But Xu Qingxiao still smiled. He closed his eyes, as if he was in a fairyland.
He spread his hands as if walking on a single-plank bridge and walked towards the outside of the palace, laughing from time to time.
But soon, he wanted to drink.
Raise the cup and take a sip.
No.
The wine is gone?
At this moment, Xu Qingxiao's eyes were blurry. He was already standing outside the palace, and everyone followed him out.
In the sky, the golden will enter the wine, reflecting the capital of the Wei Dynasty, but the light gradually dims, because the last sentence does not appear, this talent can no longer support it.
Xu Qingxiao didn't care about this.
Instead, he raised his glass slowly.
Looking towards the capital of Wei Dynasty.
"Five-flowered horse."
"Qianjinqiu."
"Hu'er will exchange for fine wine."
"Sell away all the sorrows of eternity with you."
At this moment, Xu Qingxiao raised her glass and said the last sentence.
As this voice sounded.
One by one, big golden characters appeared on the sky, and the whole article was about to be filled with wine, blooming with unparalleled light at this moment.
At this time, the poems of subjugating the country were dimmed, or even disappeared directly, because in the face of famous poems through the ages, the poems of subjugating the country were simply not qualified.
It surges like the Yellow River from the east.
Boom!
Boom!
At this moment, there was a loud thunder, but no clouds were seen, and there was only the awe-inspiring righteousness rolling like a river in the sky.
Wow!
Wow!
At that moment, there was a heavy rain, and Xu Qingxiao lost her wine glass and stood under the rain.
This is not rain.
This is wine.
Everyone in Liyang Palace looked at Xu Qingxiao, and they were completely stunned.
Not just them, but who in the entire Wei Jingdu was not shocked?
The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you.
This sentence is indescribably free and easy, and also indescribably heroic.
And this last sentence is the finishing touch.
Together with you, we will sell off all the sorrows of eternity.
this!
What a courage!
Let’s eliminate the eternal sorrow together.
For example, the previous poems only seemed confident, but the last sentence made people completely silent.
Everyone understood one thing at this moment.
Xu Qingxiao!
The greatest talent of all time.
Inside the Imperial Palace of the Wei Dynasty.
The empress stood quietly under the eaves.
After hearing this sound again, his eyes also showed admiration.
In Peach Blossom Temple.
All the girls stood by the guardrail, their beautiful eyes looking towards Liyang Palace, their eyes full of admiration and excitement.
The girl in white, also leaning against the railing, looked a little weak, looking at Liyang Palace with a faint smile in her eyes, but also some complicated emotions.
As for the people in the capital of the Wei Dynasty, they were drinking and drinking. They were so excited that everyone smiled.
Eternal sorrow may not be eliminated.
But today’s sorrow.
It can indeed be eliminated.
"come!"
"Don't stop drinking."
Xu Qingxiao's voice sounded again, but when he said this, his body gradually lay on the ground.
He is drunk.
He was very drunk.
Not to mention three hundred cups, even five hundred cups is possible.
This is royal wine. It's fine when you first drink it, but it won't be good after you drink too much. Xu Qingxiao drank so much, which is considered to be a very good drinker.
Being able to persist until now can be said to be a huge achievement.
Looking at Xu Qingxiao who was already lying on the ground.
Except for the talented people from the Ten Kingdoms, everyone couldn't help but laugh. Some people no longer restrained themselves and stepped out of the palace directly, drinking wine and enjoying themselves.
In the palace, there was endless singing and dancing, the music was lingering, and everyone was more or less drunk.
Drunk.
Xu Qingxiao makes people even more drunk.
No one will forget this scene, and no one will dare to forget it.
Famous poems through the ages are still reflected in the sky.
At this time, a stronger gas appeared, which was public opinion!
A huge amount of public opinion flooded into Xu Qingxiao's body.
The people were completely relieved, and they enjoyed themselves to the fullest. The previous depression was completely gone, and the glory of Wei was restored again.
Xu Qingxiao's decision to drink wine not only suppressed their arrogance.
More importantly, it is to regain the pride and self-confidence of the people of Wei.
The orthodoxy of the saints is the orthodoxy of the saints.
The Wei Dynasty is still your father.
Therefore, public opinion gathered and poured into Xu Qingxiao's body, and as this matter continued to ferment, more and more public opinion gathered.
Wait half an hour later.
The wine rain has stopped.
But the feast was still there, and Chen Zhengru walked out of the palace. He was a little drunk, but still sober. He helped Xu Qingxiao to the banquet, and asked the guards to prepare hot towels to wipe the wine on Xu Qingxiao's face.
The dignified Prime Minister of Wei personally wiped Xu Qingxiao's wine. What an honor it was.
People watched all this, and many officials also completely understood that today, Xu Qingxiao not only won the hearts of the people, but also got the support of Chen Zhengru.
Just by saying "will drink wine", Chen Zhengru and Zhang Jing owe Xu Qingxiao a huge debt of gratitude.
But in the feast, the one with the ugliest face was the great talent from the Ten Kingdoms.
They finally wrote a poem to subjugate the country, but they didn't expect that Xu Qingxiao actually wrote a famous poem through the ages.
This is too embarrassing.
This slap almost hit them hard in the face.
It hurt so much that they didn't know what to say.
Especially Li En, the most talented man in the Tang Dynasty, he has almost imagined how famous he will be after today.
It can be written along with Xu Qingxiao's poem.
His poetry is simply worthless.
Poetry to protect the country?
The poems that support the country are good, but in front of the famous poems through the ages, they are not even as good as the background board.
After today, who will still remember his poems for subjugating the country?
Who will remember him Li Eun?
Oh, no, the world will remember his name, the name that Xu Qingxiao stepped on.
Thinking of this, Li En shuddered, then his vision went dark and he fainted. He couldn't accept this fact and fainted completely.
"Brother Li!"
"Brother Li, what's wrong with you?"
"Someone come quickly, Brother Li fainted."
The great talents of the Ten Kingdoms were panicked. They helped Li En, but they didn't know what to do.
"Walk!"
"Let's go and send Brother Li for medical treatment."
"Go, go, go!"
The next moment, the talented people from the ten countries didn't think much and left directly with Li En.
They don't want to stay here.
Because every minute and every second that follows is torture.
If you stay, you will only be laughed at.
"Everyone, the rankings haven't been released yet, why do you want to leave?"
"Today there are still eight of you talented people from the ten countries on the list. Don't you want to listen?"
At this moment, Zhang Jing's voice rang out. He asked the great talents from the Ten Countries, "Why don't you stay and wait for the ranking?"
But when he said this, every one of the ten great talents felt a little embarrassed.
Eight out of ten.
It sounds good, but what’s the use in front of famous poems throughout the ages?
Zhang Jing deliberately disgusted them.
How could they not know?
No one answered or spoke. He took Li En, who had passed out, and left directly.
However, they will not swallow this breath.
The talented men from the Ten Kingdoms left with gloomy expressions, and the laughter at the banquet became even louder.
The feast is not over yet, there are at least two hours left.
Xu Qingxiao was helped to a chair, her face was red from drunkenness, she was really drunk.
Someone brought sobering soup, Chen Zhengru drank a bowl, and a maid fed Xu Qingxiao a bowl.
Xu Qingxiao woke up in about a quarter of an hour.
At this time, Chen Zhengru returned to the banquet, his face full of smiles, and Zhang Jing's smile was also strong.
"Are you that happy? Isn't it just that your name was mentioned?"
Seeing the smiles of the two of them, Gu Yan felt a little disgusted.
"Yes, Shouren just mentioned your two names. How can he laugh so happily?"
Zhou Yan couldn't help but speak.
The reason why they are like this is actually just one word, sour.
Who wouldn’t feel sad if I left it alone?
The two of them are mentioned in the famous poem through the ages. Isn't this an indirect effect through the ages?
"My nephew Shouren wrote a famous poem that will last forever. Why am I unhappy?"
"What's wrong? Are you envious? Oh my, my nephew Shouren is a good one, and it's not in vain for me to cultivate him like this."
Zhang Jing is indeed a good person. Isn’t this not bad? Xu Qingxiao wrote a poem and mentioned himself. Isn’t this kindness? This shows that Xu Qingxiao has his status in her heart.
How can this not make Zhang Jing happy?
"Cultivation? Why are you cultivating him? Shouren has been sitting on the bench in your criminal department for half a month, and you can say this? Shameless."
Gu Yan spoke and snorted coldly.
"That's right, you still have the nerve to talk about cultivation? You're laughing so hard."
Zhou Yan also followed up and said something.
"There is a saying, that's what it is."
Li Yanlong nodded and agreed with what the two said.
"You farted, that was done by the people below and has nothing to do with me. Besides, this matter has been explained clearly."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Jing couldn't help but explain himself.
But no one believed this pale explanation.
"hehe!"
Gu Yan sneered.
Zhou Yan also sneered, and Li Yanlong wanted to sneer too, but when he saw Zhang Jing's eyes, he decided not to offend anyone.
But I still have to say something in my heart, but this sentence is not to Zhang Jing, but to everyone.
After all, after a while, he can leave his name forever.
However, the food among the ministers was good, and the banquet was still exciting and joyful.
However, in the Kyoto of the Great Wei Dynasty, there was a house.
The great talents of the ten countries gathered together.
All of them looked gloomy.
In contrast to the joy of the banquet, they looked serious and angry here.
Displeasure was written on everyone's face.
Li En finally wrote a poem to subjugate the country, but he didn't expect to be suppressed by Xu Qingxiao like this.
How can this not make them uncomfortable?
"This matter! There is something fishy!"
Just when everyone was silent, someone spoke up, clenched his fists, and said so.
"What's weird?"
Someone spoke, full of confusion.
"Da Wei must have let the matter slip!"
"It can't be such a coincidence!"
"Xu Qingxiao is talented, I agree, but why is he so sure that he can write a famous poem that will last forever?"
"And it showed up at just the right time?"
"I suspect that in order to suppress us, the Wei Dynasty invited the great Confucian scholars of heaven and earth to compose poems, and gave them Xu Qingxiao, so as to suppress us at the feast, in order to stabilize the Wei Dynasty as the number one."
The speaker was a great talent of the Jin Dynasty. He recognized Xu Qingxiao's talent, but he did not believe that Xu Qingxiao wrote famous poems throughout the ages.
Where is such a coincidence?
As soon as this idea was mentioned, everyone frowned.
Because there is this possibility.
Not excluded.
"But what's the use of saying this? Famous poems throughout the ages can explain everything, and what you said is impossible."
"If there is a great scholar in heaven and earth who writes a famous poem throughout the ages, as long as he finishes writing it or speaks it, it will be sensed by heaven and earth. How can he give it to Xu Qingxiao?"
Some people frowned and denied it. Although they hoped so, it didn't make sense logically.
"What if I give half of it."
Suddenly, someone spoke up and suggested this possibility.
At this moment, everyone couldn't help but get up.
Yes, if you give it the whole song, it will be affected by heaven and earth, but if you give it half, you can’t tell.
"I know that Xu Qingxiao is highly regarded by the Empress of the Wei Dynasty, and behind the Empress of the Wei Dynasty, there is an expert named Li Guangxiao, who is known as the Prime Minister in Black."
"He disappeared three years ago, and three years later, Xu Qingxiao suddenly appeared. He has become famous in famous sayings and terms throughout the ages. He even killed the prince in anger and made a big fuss in the Ministry of Punishment."
"Where does this confidence come from? I think it should be Li Guangxiao."
Someone else spoke up and expressed a guess.
Indeed, as soon as this conjecture came out, everyone believed it inexplicably.
Yes, why does Xu Qingxiao dare to be so arrogant? Isn't there someone behind this?
"Then what should I do?"
Someone spoke again and said that after so many things, how to solve the problem is the most important solution.
"The day after tomorrow will be the poetry competition."
"An eternally famous poem, amazing!"
"Is it possible that Xu Qingxiao has a second, third, fourth, and fifth song?"
"No matter how strong Li Guangxiao is, he can't be like this. We have been carefully preparing for a year."
"In this Taiping Poetry Contest, we have to bear a lot of heavy burdens. We must not relax in the poetry competition in the future."
"Composing a topic to reveal the topic has proved that the Wei Dynasty is afraid of the Ten Kingdoms. I don't believe it in the poetry competition. He Xu Qingxiao is really a great talent throughout the ages!"
The man spoke, still dissatisfied with Xu Qingxiao.
"Okay! We have indeed prepared some poems."
"Yes, in the past three days, the literary world of the Wei Dynasty has been vulnerable. If it hadn't been for Xu Qingxiao, we have successfully suppressed the literary world of the Wei Dynasty. I wouldn't be afraid of the poetry competition in the future."
They discussed that the great talents of the ten countries were not ordinary people and had extremely high moral character.
The Taiping Poetry Festival is not over yet.
There are still four days left.
They didn't believe that Xu Qingxiao could compose four famous poems through the ages?
This is impossible.
At this moment, the ten nations worked together with only one goal, to defeat Xu Qingxiao.
And in Liyang Palace.
When Xu Qingxiao regained consciousness.
The feast has also come to an end.
He frowned as many memories continued to flood into his mind.
The scene just now was replayed from beginning to end in my mind.
"Oh, I really can't drink too much."
Xu Qingxiao smiled bitterly in her heart. She came here with anger, but what she didn't expect was that she actually had fun?
This is really something that shouldn't be done.
And when Xu Qingxiao woke up, many people's eyes suddenly turned to her.
"Shouren, you're awake."
"Shouren, you did a good job."
"Come on, Shouren, come and sit here."
Among the six ministers, except Wang Xinzhi, who did not say anything, the other five ministers all shouted with great enthusiasm.
"Several adults, we just spent the night talking nonsense after drinking, and we broke the rules. I hope you can forgive me."
Xu Qingxiao smiled bitterly and apologized to several adults.
"Shouren, what you are saying is that you just talked gibberish at will, but you gibbered a famous poem through the ages. Is this called gibberish? I wish you could talk gibberish every day."
"This kid Shouren is humble. Remember, don't be so humble in the future, especially in front of other countries. A great talent is a great talent."
Several people spoke, laughing and scolding Xu Qingxiao.
And Xu Qingxiao just smiled bitterly.
At this time, as the bell rang, the feast came to an end.
Sun Jing'an took the list and announced the top ten as usual. There were only two people from Wei Dynasty. One was Xu Qingxiao, ranking first. This is undisputed.
One is Hua Xingyun, ranked third, and Zhenguo Shi second, which is also undisputed.
After the rankings were over, the people couldn't wait to leave. They couldn't wait to tell each other what happened today.
But at this moment, Xu Qingxiao's voice sounded.
"The Confucian scholars of the Wei Dynasty stayed."
His voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears.
Suddenly, all the Confucian scholars in the Wei Dynasty were a little curious. Some people frowned, wondering what Xu Qingxiao meant?
But after looking at the scholars in the Wen Palace, none of them spoke, did not stop, and did not agree. In the end, everyone stayed.
When the common people left, the rest of the people also left. The so-called Confucian scholars were, at the very least, well-educated scholars.
Suddenly, there were two to three thousand people left in Liyang Palace, and 70% to 80% of them were scholars from the Wen Palace of the Great Wei Dynasty.
Chen Zhengru and others looked at Xu Qingxiao, and they didn't know what Xu Qingxiao was going to do.
But there is no hindrance.
After there are no outsiders at all.
Xu Qingxiao's voice sounded again.
"Today, Taiping Poetry Meeting."
"It is a grand feast for the Wei Dynasty and one of the three major feasts for literati."
"I don't expect you to leave behind a masterpiece, but at least you must do your best."
"For three consecutive days, there was no work ranked in the top ten of the poetry competition."
"Xu doesn't force it, but as you are literati in the Wei Dynasty and Confucian scholars in the Imperial Palace, you claim to be the orthodox saints in the world, but you are not even among the top ten."
"Are you ashamed?"
Xu Qingxiao spoke, he asked everyone to stay for this reason.
The majestic Wei Dynasty.
It's impossible not to be prepared.
You said that the state is not good and has declined, which is understandable, but the top ten are almost all occupied by talents from the ten countries.
This doesn’t make sense, right?
"Xu Shouren, I respect you as a great talent, and I'm not offended by this. But what do you mean, do you mean that we received any benefits? Did you deliberately write poor poetry?"
Among the literati, some were dissatisfied and could not help but speak out like this.
"Yes or no, it has nothing to do with Xu."
"Mr. Xu will not participate tomorrow, but if there is no other work like this in the top ten, I can guarantee that I will meet the saint in person and ask your Majesty to investigate carefully."
Xu Qingxiao's voice was cold.
It is inevitable that some people's strength has declined and their condition is not good, but it cannot be like this for everyone, right?
Xu Qingxiao really doesn't believe you when you say there's nothing fishy here.
As soon as he said this, the six ministers, the scholar of the imperial court, and the deans of the four major academies did not say anything.
Because I do feel like there are some problems here.
"Hmph! Xu Qingxiao, it's not your turn to interfere in Wen Gong's affairs, right?"
But Sun Jing'an's voice sounded.
Although he also felt that there was something weird in this, the problem was, no matter how weird this matter was, it wasn't Xu Qingxiao's turn to intervene, right?
Xu Qingxiao spoke like this, as if there was something wrong with the scholars of Wei Wen Palace, so naturally he didn't like to hear it.
"Sun Ru, it's really not my turn to intervene in this matter."
"But the Wen Palace of the Wei Dynasty claims to be a saintly orthodoxy. There are more than 3,000 Confucian scholars in the Taiping Poetry Society, but they can't even occupy three of the top ten seats. It's really a joke."
"It's not that Xu is arrogant. If Xu were not there today, I'm afraid Sun Ru would be too embarrassed to come tomorrow."
Xu Qingxiao was extremely disgusted with Sun Jing'an.
He also couldn't understand, how could such a person become a great Confucian?
Look at the great scholars Chen Xin and Zhou Min. Although they offended Zhu Sheng, Chen Xin was trying to persuade them. Although Zhou Min was not very polite to him, at least they didn't dislike him.
Does Sun Jing'an have a deep grudge against him?
"snort!"
"Not always."
When Sun Jing'an opened his mouth, he was so stubborn.
"enough."
"Sun Ru! If Shouren hadn't come today, the Wei literary world would have lost all its dignity, so why bother fighting?"
"I agree with what Shouren said, but I also believe that you are just nervous for a moment. Go back today and have a good rest. There will be a feast tomorrow. I also hope that your names will be on the top ten list."
"Okay, let's go back."
Chen Zhengru was a little angry.
But in front of all the Confucian scholars, he didn't want to break up and start a quarrel with Sun Jing'an. Otherwise, what kind of behavior would it be?
At the same time, he supported Xu Qingxiao's views.
"Students understand."
The students spoke, feeling more or less uncomfortable. But what Xu Qingxiao said was right. The Wei Dynasty and the Taiping Poetry Society were so estranged?
There is indeed something wrong with this, so I can only swallow the discomfort I feel.
Wait until people leave.
Xu Qingxiao looked at Chen Zhengru and said.
"Master Chen, I have resigned."
After the matter was resolved, Xu Qingxiao did not intend to stay and went back to rest.
"Okay, Shouren, it doesn't matter if you don't come tomorrow. The day after tomorrow is a duet. If possible, I will come if I can."
Chen Zhengru nodded and hoped that Xu Qingxiao would participate in the poetry competition in the future.
"Try your best!"
Xu Qingxiao nodded, neither agreeing nor rejecting, but gave an ambiguous answer.
Then he left quickly.
Everyone looked at Xu Qingxiao's back.
Inexplicably, he seemed a little helpless.
A quarter of an hour later.
Xu Qingxiao took a small path and quickly returned to Shouren Academy.
He was still a little drunk. After returning to Shouren Academy, he directly used the Golden Crow Body Tempering Technique to digest the alcohol in his body.
But at this moment.
Suddenly.
Xu Qingxiao was stunned.
Because he noticed the strong public opinion in his body.
"what happened?"
"Why do I have so much public opinion in me?"
Xu Qingxiao was shocked.
The public opinion in your body is like a river.
This is a bit exaggerated.
Almost as much as the public opinion he gained when he beheaded Fan Shang.
what happened?
Xu Qingxiao was surprised.
next moment.
He pondered, replaying the previous scenes in his mind.
Soon, Xu Qingxiao remembered the scene before she became completely drunk.
“Can poetry also bring about public opinion?”
Xu Qingxiao was stunned.
Is this okay?
Xu Qingxiao has always believed that poetry can only bring talent.
But now I have so much talent, I honestly can’t use it all, and even Xu Qingxiao doesn’t dare to use it.
Otherwise, if you directly reach the fifth level and become a great Confucian, will you still be able to practice different arts?
Just writing poetry can unite public opinion.
That's different.
What do you need most now?
Isn’t it just public opinion?
hiss!
At this moment, Xu Qingxiao seemed to have opened a vault.
Oh, no, it opened the treasury of Wei Dynasty!
If only this famous poem could bring about public opinion.
Then wouldn’t it be true that I was about to send it out?
Public opinion can be converted into cultivation energy, and it can also suppress the strange magic in one's body.
It's snake oil.
The more, the better.
"No, no, there must be something wrong."
"I used to write poems without any public support."
"Let me think."
Xu Qingxiao frowned.
I used to have poems, but why didn’t they attract public opinion?