Dao fellow initiates

Chapter 386 King Jing

Mingyue Building.

One floor attic.

I saw a brightly dressed woman stepping up to the stands, smiling, and looking around at the crowd.

After everyone's eyes were attracted, she saluted generously, and a clear voice like the cry of an oriole sounded: "My little girl has seen a few of your Highnesses, all the officials."

"Meng'er was invited by the Second Highness to preside over this literary meeting. If there is anything inappropriate, I ask all the officials to take pity on Meng'er."

As she said that, Meng'er put on a shy look, her eyes were full of autumn water, charming and charming.

It made a group of tigers, leopards and wolves howling.

Yang Mu took a sip of tea slightly, he didn't like this kind of affectation woman.

All of a sudden, Zhou Xun's eyes lit up.

I thought, is this a return to true colors?

At this time, Meng'er's voice came out again.

"Presumably all the officials have already prepared for the opportunity to show their strengths. Meng'er will not waste everyone's time, and then the first competition will begin."

"As usual, the first round is a poetry competition. Officials who have good lines in their hearts can come to the stage to present them. After the three poems are finished, they will start to ask questions."

As soon as Meng'er's voice fell, people immediately echoed, most of them were idiots who were fascinated by her, and wanted to show off their poetic talents in front of her.

Meng'er smiled beautifully. Seeing that the response was good and she wouldn't be left alone, she felt a little relieved. Then she looked at a good-looking young master in the crowd, and immediately sent out an invitation: "So, please invite Mr. Liu to come on stage and give everyone a start. color."

I saw a man in brocade clothes and robes walking up to the stage with a proud face.

Coquettishly unfolding the folding fan stickers and chest, nodded to the princes and princesses on the second floor, and then said confidently: "Chi Xiaoji is young and strong, and Fu Qu is old and sparse. The duckling is light and sleepy for a long time, floating in the water Wang Lianru."

As soon as this poem came out, it naturally attracted applause from all the audience. This Mr. Liu is quite famous in the literati circle and has some contacts, so as soon as the good sentence came out, some people didn't even hear it clearly, so they started applauding.

For a moment, the applause was continuous, and some people who didn't know why, and those who hadn't had time to analyze it in the future, followed the crowd and applauded.

It was supposed to be the box of the Seventh Prince.

"He has some talent, but not much."

Yun Shu sent away the maid who was waiting on the side, and the old servant beside him stroked his beard and smiled.

Yun Shu nodded slightly: "You have talent, but you don't have the talent to match it. It's embarrassing to use it."

The fourth prince's box.

Zhou Xun listened to Liu Xing's poem, nodded slightly, then looked at Yang Mu and asked, "What do you think, Brother Liu?"

Yang Mu just shook his head, seemingly didn't say anything, but he said everything, everything was kept silent.

Seeing this, the maids at the side became contemptuous. They couldn't say anything, but they still shook their heads pretending to be profound. They dressed up like men, but they didn't touch women. This made all the maids look down on them. , at this moment, I can't even look down on him.

It's a pity for such a good skin.

Even the Seventh Prince could hear that the poem was very suitable, and even asked: "I think this poem is very good, how can you say it is not good?"

When Yang Mu saw the devil boy speaking, he just smiled and said four words: "Xia Chong Yu Bing!"

Zhou Ce couldn't understand it, but Zhou Xun immediately realized it, couldn't help laughing and said, "Brother Liu is really clever."

Isn't it Xia Chongyubing? With Mr. Liu's hobby, how could he go to watch the flowers in the pond? It's better to appreciate flowers than to admire women and ducklings. The imperial city is the main city of the dynasty, and all the livestock are kept in the city. The ones raised outside the captivity are put in bamboo baskets when used, tied up and transported into the city. You can only see cooked ducks in this imperial city, and there are absolutely no live ducks swimming around.

Speaking of it, this poem does not seem to be written by a rich man, but it may be more appropriate to say that it was written by a poor scholar in a mountain village.

A group of maids and the Seventh Prince didn't know what they meant, they looked at each other in blank dismay, they were low-educated, so naturally they couldn't understand what they were saying.

Yang Mu didn't expect the other party to know it as soon as he heard it, and he felt a little admiration for this person in his heart.

I saw Liu Xing on the first floor secretly complacent, looking forward to the prince's olive branch, but there was no news after waiting for a while, and just when he felt embarrassed, Meng'er at the side rescued him and said: "Mr. If you are admired by others, you might as well give up the opportunity to other talents, compare the best, and there may be a lucky one who will be rewarded by Your Highness!"

Liu Xing's eyes lit up. Indeed, there is no harm without comparison. When a few mediocre talents are added later, my son's poems will naturally appear so extraordinary. Only then will the highnesses truly understand their own uniqueness.

With this imaginary in mind, he stepped down from the stands calmly.

Meng'er didn't know what was going on in his heart, so she avoided the silence, and started to invite the talents present to show.

"Pine shadows are inaction, and they often follow the flag. The road in Chinan Mountain is dangerous, and now they are wearing military uniforms."

I saw a talented man surnamed Song recited a poem in the stands, which still attracted everyone present to chase after him.

Then a talented man surnamed Li also came to the stage, and said in a clear voice: "Jian Wu Rao hates jade flowers, and wanting to laugh is hurting the moon. Folding and worrying, the only sail is gone, and the mandarin duck stays in the dream."

This poem is very suitable for the occasion. It is named after love, and it can be regarded as the best work among the three.

Listening to this almost doggerel-like poem, Yang Mu just kept shaking his head.

As the atmosphere is constantly enhanced, it has reached a climax!

Meng'er smiled like a flower, and after exchanging greetings with everyone, a maid came forward with a brocade box.

"Today's three poems are written by the Second, Third and Sixth Highnesses, all officials should take good care of them!"

As soon as these words fell, they saw the enthusiasm in the eyes of everyone, eager to know what test questions the three princes asked.

Meng'er had a panoramic view of everyone's expressions, with a smile in her beautiful eyes, and deliberately delayed for a moment before slowly opening the brocade box.

From it took a small bundle of red thread and tied the rolled gold paper.

"The first test question is given by His Highness the Second Highness. The title is 'Learning'. All officials are invited to write poems on the spot."

As he spoke, he opened the gold paper, on which was written the word learning.

Seeing this question, the people present couldn't help lowering their eyebrows in thought, and their faces became distressed.

The box of the Seventh Prince.

"Second child really came for this group of literati..."

Yun Shu frowned slightly. Obviously, she thought of many things worth thinking about.

The third prince's box.

"This question is very rigorous, but Second Emperor Brother is even more cautious and unpredictable!"

Zhou Mi's face darkened, and he felt that he seemed to have overlooked something, but he couldn't remember it for a while, so he couldn't help but sighed.

The sixth prince's box.

"Second Brother, this question is very clever, let me think about it!"

Zhou Min is a person who is good at poetry. Now that he has such an interesting and thought-provoking topic, he naturally wants to match it.

The fourth prince's box.

Zhou Xun's brows tightened for a while, and relaxed for a while, but soon, the expression returned to calm.

Yang Mu saw it, he didn't know if he had the answer in his heart or he couldn't figure it out, so he just gave up, slightly curious.

"The Fourth Highness has an answer?"

Zhou Xun was taken aback, then smiled wryly: "Brother Liu is flattering me too much, if my head can hold poetry, I'm afraid I won't be so unpopular!"

"When I was young, my master beat me the most."

I only heard Zhou Ce echoed from the side: "Since the fourth brother left, the master just beat me, but then I didn't have to study anymore, so I ordered people to raid his house, and the whole house was full of chickens and dogs. Huh Hmph, tell him to hit me."

The corner of Yang Mu's mouth twitched slightly, this boy is really hateful, he is simply a devil boy.

Even the maid at the side trembled with fright when she heard this, and didn't dare to take a breath.

For a moment, the whole box was silent for a moment.

Zhou Xun also felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he hurriedly changed the topic: "Brother Liu already has a good work in mind?"

"Yes, yes, didn't you just laugh at that bull? Now the prince wants to hear what you have to say."

Zhou Ce seems to be a bit talkative and always likes to interrupt.

It's a good idea, if you refuse to read more, I'm embarrassed to diss you...Yang Mu slandered endlessly, but there was a confident smile on his face: "No, I've already made four good words, just look at them." I can't hear it!"

"Oh? All ears!" Zhou Xun said with some expectation.

Yang Mu smiled and said: "Don't worry, don't worry, once my poems and essays come out, I'm afraid His Highness will only find it unbearable if he listens to other people's good lines!"

What a big breath!

For a moment, these few flashed through the minds of everyone in the box.

Even Zhou Xun was suspicious, but at this time, someone from the audience had already stepped onto the stage.

"It's a shame, everyone."

This person's surname is Wang, and his single name is Mian. His family is not considered rich, but he is a poor scholar. He does not have the opportunity to enter such a place on weekdays. Today is the first time.

The flying silk officer is as cold as poor,

The dance elephant poetry alliance is in the prime period.

When entering Shu, the phoenix shuttles around,

Feishu is even more miserable in unlined clothes.

In the name of studying hard, it fits him very well with his plain clothes.

Even if they looked down on this poor scholar, some people couldn't help applauding.

A bag of silver taels was thrown from the sixth prince's box, and it landed firmly in Wang Mian's hands, and then a voice came out.

"In the next scientific examination, if you get a good name, come to Prince Jing's Mansion to find me."

After the words fell, Wang Mian knelt on the ground excitedly and kowtowed a few times. He didn't see how many silver taels were in the bag, but such a heavy bag was enough for him to pass the imperial examination two years later.

For the sixth prince, Zhou Min, to be able to listen to the government in the imperial court, he had to be given a proper status, so Emperor Xuantian named him King Jing and bestowed him with the Palace of King Jing.

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