"How do you say it?" Su Ziji did not immediately say that there was something wrong with the prefect. This feeling was a little warm, a little hateful, and very complicated.
The wild Taoist recalled his observation of the pair of faces just now, and was surprised: "This officer is very wrong. His appearance has changed drastically."
"Originally, although this person has some talent, he is not very talented and is difficult to win. He is a small rich man. But now he has python lines on his face. This is not a subtle change of nature, but a drastic change caused by external forces. Mainly
To be able to conquer a vassal, or to be an extremely popular minister, it seems that this person's ambition is not just to be a second or third grader."
"It's just that, according to the truth, once you have opened up your energy, you won't be suppressed like this and stagnated in the position of prefect and prefect for many years."
The wild Taoists were puzzled, but Su Ziji understood very well that this was the limitation of the so-called magic stick. They valued Feng Shui and luck too much. They didn't know that these were the icing on the cake, or that luck was just a manifestation of strength.<
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Only actual power is the essence.
The emperor owns the world, but he is unhappy with Huang Liangping. It is because God is trying to make things difficult for Huang Liangping. What feng shui luck can withstand this?
Seeing the thoughtful look on Su Ziji's face, the wild Taoist took the initiative to invite him: "This place is suitable for inquiring about information. Young master, I will do some more inquiring later and find out the details of this official."
He was in fear for a while, but when he saw that the eunuchs and officials were just silent and did not take any reaction, the wild Taoist thought of the dragon-patterned jade pendant, and his heart moved, and he had a deeper guess about Su Ziji.
"I am indeed not a hero. I worry about gains and losses. I was still doubtful when I got on the ship. How can I gain trust?"
"Now I have to perform better."
Thinking about it, I hurriedly turned out.
It has to be said that wild Taoists are actually very suitable for these jobs, but they have not obtained any honors, so Shen Lun is among the people, and now he feels like a fish in water.
"I saw Lu Fengyun was a little uneasy before, but now he is energetic again?" Seeing the wild Taoist go out, Su Ziji stepped towards the center of the crowd.
Literary flatterers have always done so in a subtle and enthusiastic way. If they are too explicit, they will be easily despised.
So when Su Ziji walked over, he found that although the people attending the cultural gathering gathered around the prefect, they still maintained a little respect and distanced themselves a little. However, everyone's eyes were looking in the same direction, which made it look like the person being watched was surrounded.
Clustered.
At this time, the prefect was stroking his beard and listening to a literati who had just finished writing a poem.
"White on Qiu Xue Ling? Although it is straightforward, it does have merits." Huang Liangping commented after finishing reading.
This has given him face, and everyone can see that he is not interested in this poem.
Immediately, some people volunteered to write poems and read them. Some of them did well, and the prefect asked them their names and said a few words, which was a great honor.
"Brother Su, you are a new member of Jieyuan, why don't you also write a poem?" While Su Ziji was watching, someone made a noise in the crowd.
The sound was so loud that even the prefect heard it and passed by.
Su Ziji looked around and found that the person who spoke was not someone else, but Zheng Yingci, whom he had a good relationship with in the past.
At this time, although Zheng Yingci smiled and cupped his hands with a generous smile, it seemed that he was no different from the past. However, Panlong's mind was now based on human nature and was particularly sensitive to people's emotions. He could feel the light in Zheng Yingci's eyes when he looked at her.
With a sense of hostility.
Su Ziji pursed his lower lip and had some guesses about Zheng Yingci's changes.
"The emotions from the previous Dragon Palace haven't gone away yet?"
No, even if it is affected, it is not out of thin air, it is just amplified emotions.
Just for the title of Jieyuan, people who thought they could be friends can turn against each other. It is really embarrassing.
"Also, Zheng Yingci's body has an extra aura, which is a bit clearer. It's the opposite of the prefect's, but it has an aura of killing and killing."
Theoretically, Zheng Yingci and the prefect should hate each other, but at least you can't see it in front of you.
"The new Jieyuan, that person is Su Ziji?"
"So young?"
Because of Zheng Yingci's words, Su Ziji, who was originally unnoticed, received a lot of attention.
Although Su Ziji is already somewhat unknown in the local student circle, the name may not match the person, which is why Su Ziji was not regarded as a rarity before.
"So he is Su Ziji?" Su Ziji even heard someone in the crowd lower his voice and say to his companions: "He looks quite good, and the most important thing is that he is young!"
"You are only fifteen years old, of course you are young, but no matter how good you are, you are from a small family. How can you be better than someone who has been trained by a famous teacher when it comes to poetry?"
Naturally, he was not kind to Su Ziji when he said this, but it also made many people think it was reasonable.
Because Su Ziji had no talent before, winning the first prize in one fell swoop was really embarrassing. At this moment, in front of the prefect, although he did not dare to embarrass Su Ziji, he wanted to praise him and embarrass himself.
It’s not difficult.
Therefore, when Zheng Yingci spoke out, there were many people who coaxed Su Ziji to write a poem.
Even the prefect joked and said, "Su Ziji, since this is the case, why don't you also make a song."
In fact, even if the prefect did not speak, Su Ziji had no intention of refusing. There are many kinds of human nature, and the name of the poem may be one. He immediately replied with a smile: "The student is showing his shame."
There is a large table next to the prefect, covered with some paper. Not only is it white, but it also has a faint aroma. If you know the goods, you will know that this is quite high-quality paper.
Not only that, the inkstones are all high-quality products, which are in line with the preferences of literati.
There were also a few works by the talented ink artist. Su Ziji went directly over without using any other hands. He laid out a piece of white paper by himself. When he calmed down a little, he poured some water on the inkstone and slowly inked it with the ink stick.
Grind it.
As the ink thickens, I pick up a soft brush, lick the ink, and write a poem.
Autumn Ci
Since ancient times, autumn has been a sad and lonely time. I say that autumn is better than spring.
A crane flies above the clouds in a clear sky, bringing poetry to the blue sky.
Su Ziji drew on the strengths of many families. At this time, he started writing, and the thirty characters in two lines flowed out one by one like clouds and flowing water.
The "Tai Ge" style is still used, or it is also called "Guan Ge" style.
Everyone who was originally only curious about Su Ziji, the "poor boy who came out on top", came close to take a look and were immediately shocked.
As for the distance, naturally you can't see it, and you don't dare to crowd. With the prefect here, how can you allow everyone to be arrogant?
Therefore, poets should not only write poems, but also read them to everyone after they finish writing.
Su Ziji read his work in front of everyone. This time, everyone was really shocked.
This poem was originally written by Liu Yuxi in the Tang Dynasty. Although it is not a masterpiece, it is still first-class. First, it suits the time, it is autumn, and second, the poem is full of passion, which is in line with Su Zi's new theory of Yuan Dynasty.
With his identity and high aspirations, he can be said to be the most charming person in the world.