After Li Hongying's figure disappeared from the door, Qin Keqing anxiously asked what happened.
"Your Majesty, what on earth is going on?"
Li Xingyun pondered for a moment, and finally decided to tell everything. After all, there was a lady in the palace who wanted to kill them, so she had to be more thoughtful.
"But Sister Qing, please sit down first and I will talk to you."
"good."
The two sat at the table, and Li Xingyun slowly started talking about what happened last night.
At the door of Li's house, onlookers saw three academicians flying away using Confucian methods. They also saw people walking out of the gate and crowded forward.
"Ziqing's battle is really big." Gu Qinghui looked at the crowd of figures, including some of his familiar college classmates, and was filled with emotion. "I, Gu Qinghui, have been studying hard for ten years, and I can't do it either.
Weaker than others!"
Gu Baiwei glanced at it and struck: "That is a Mingzhou-level poem. Looking at the entire Tang Dynasty, it has been only a handful of times for decades! If they knew the content of Mingzhou poems, they would go crazy. When can you do it?
arrive?"
"Go home first..." Gu Qinghui didn't want to pay attention to this aunt, and left her with a slap on the back of her head.
"Mingtang! What happened inside?"
"What kind of poetry and articles is Mingzhou's vision of three feet of talent? Can you tell me about it?"
I could hear the inquiring voices of people I knew.
Gu Qinghui, who was oblivious to what was going on outside the window and only read the books of sages, ignored all inquiring words and walked straight towards the Gu family.
"Look, someone is coming out again!"
The onlookers saw a girl in a red dress coming out of the door again, but this time no one dared to step forward to cause trouble.
There are two types of people that scholars dislike dealing with the most, one is a warrior and the other is a woman.
Coincidentally, Li Hongying had both. He couldn't beat him again and again, and he refused to listen to reason.
"Ahem!" Li Hongying pointed the gun in front of her with one hand and shouted with all her strength: "Dali Temple is on duty, people waiting to avoid it! Don't come near here!"
The onlookers looked at the small body and the loud voice, recalling the fear of being dominated by this gun lady in the past few years, and immediately dispersed.
But when poems and articles about this strange phenomenon in Mingzhou came out, it was inevitable that they would spread in Chang'an City.
As night falls, the eaves of the buildings on both sides of the streets and alleys of Chang'an City are hung with lanterns, making it very lively.
In various taverns and teaching offices, many scholars were talking about it.
"The imperial examination is about to take place, and someone has written a state-level poem and article!"
"I heard that the original author was not a child yet! Now the future is bright! In the future, he can at least reach the realm of Juren."
"We scholars should take this as an example! We will do our best to complete the Confucian and Taoist system, and study hard to protect the long-term prosperity of the human race!"
And just when everyone was having a heated discussion, the content of that Mingzhou poem was also spread from the academy.
"Clear water brings out hibiscus, and nature removes the carvings!"
A poem passed through the streets and alleys and was delivered to the hands of adults in various houses by the servants!
After reading it, officials from three provinces and six ministries immediately exclaimed that it was well written!
It’s been a long time since the Tang Dynasty saw the emergence of this kind of Confucianism and Taoism!
"This sentence alone is enough to support him to set foot in Juren Realm!" An official from the Ministry of Rites greatly appreciated this sentence and even made an assertion.
The poem Mingzhou is destined to spread throughout Chang'an City in one day.
Scholars who have seen and heard of it all admire it!
In the Liyue Building of Wannian County Jiaofangsi, a woman in a gauze skirt played the guqin, and the sound of the piano entertained the visitors.
Scholars who like to drink, chat, and brag like to gather here when they have nothing to do, and this time the topic was even more intense because of a poem.
"Clear water produces hibiscus, and nature removes the carvings! What a poem!!"
"Which scholar, come forward and demonstrate for everyone??"
"I come!"
A young man wearing brocade and satin walked to the place where the guqin was and looked at the guqin on display.
"It turns out to be Zhang Xiucai, let's wait for good news!" Someone recognized the demonstrator.
Zhang Xiucai opened the Wen Palace to stimulate talents.
"Clear water brings out hibiscus, and nature removes the carvings!"
In an instant, a vision occurred!
A hibiscus flower grows out of the clear water. The flowers and leaves are pure and flawless, and the dewdrops gather and drip slowly.
"It's so amazing!" Some scholars were surprised and exclaimed.
"Fresh and natural, pure and flawless! Auxiliary poem! Rare at Mingzhou level!"
"Hiss!!" Zhang Xiucai suddenly felt the pressure coming over him like a mountain, and sweat poured down his forehead!
"This line of Mingzhou poetry is so terrifying!" He looked horrified. Just one line of poetry would drain away all the talent in his literary palace!
Too careless!
After losing his talent, the guqin also took on a new look!
"Please girl, please play one more song." Zhang Xiucai stepped aside and asked the luthier who had just played to continue playing.
The woman in the gauze skirt looked at the somewhat different piano, suppressed her excitement, and concentrated on playing.
The strings are plucked, and the sound is melodious and ethereal.
Just one string sound, as a luthier, she could hear the beauty in it far more than before!
“Wonderful!!!”
The scholars around applauded one after another. What they praised was the shocking effect of that line of poetry. When attached to the guqin, the sound played on it had the effect of washing people's hearts!
"A poem like this will surely shine brightly in the future!"
"Even Zhang Xiucai can use this poem to improve his guqin to a higher level. You can only imagine what kind of power that poem contains! I'm afraid it will make even a great scholar jealous?"
"The first poem of Mingzhou's poem is written in ink. It's only fake if the bachelors are not jealous! I remember that in the afternoon, three bachelors came to visit in person. I don't know if they got the first poem in written form."
"A good friend of mine at Chang'an Academy revealed that one of the three bachelors who rushed to the vision site looked very sad when he returned!"
"Ah? Isn't the publication of Mingzhou-level poems and articles a good thing for scholars all over the world? How can a fourth-grade Confucian scholar feel sad about it?"
"I heard it was because the original author used the first text on a maid..."
"???"
Someone's inadvertent words immediately attracted everyone's attention.
After seeing the effectiveness of this poem, their expectations for the first verse were higher than mountains.
But now I learned from others that the first article was written on a maid???
"What a waste of natural resources!!"
"What a waste! Shame on scholars!!"
"It's so sad! How can a good poem be used on a woman?"
The readers who had praised this poem without hesitation in words before felt so sad now.
Suddenly, the direction of the wind changed suddenly!
All the scholars in Chang'an had trouble falling asleep, and the more they thought about it, the more angry they became!
"He, Li Xingyun, was not even a child student. He wrote Mingzhou-level half-que poems before the imperial examination. If he had given those verses and inscriptions to the academy, he should have been rewarded by the academy. He would have definitely been a child student before the imperial examination without taking the imperial examination."
"But now I have no support, and I have to take the imperial examination. It's really my own fault! This kind of masterpiece is a masterpiece that a master accidentally gets, but he ruined his best future on a woman. It's really a waste of nature!"
They were devastated, and when they thought about this kind of poem, they were so embarrassed by the original author that they were envious and jealous.
I only regret that I didn’t get Li Xingyun’s first novel.
Also unable to sleep like them was the bachelor from Chang'an Academy.
Inside Chang'an Academy.
After returning from Li Xingyun's home, the commoner bachelor entered the Confucius Temple in the academy.
After passing the rubbings of poems through the Confucius Temple to the whole of Chang'an, he fulfilled his responsibility.
But I think about it over and over again, and the more I think about it, the angrier I get!
He tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.
"If I had said hello to him earlier, wouldn't it have been in time?" As soon as the commoner bachelor closed his eyes, his mind was filled with scenes from the afternoon.
"Who knew... As a scholar, I would be willing to use that kind of first article and ink directly? How can I kill a chicken with a butcher's knife! Like a coma, I can cure it with just a raise of my hand!"
When I closed my eyes again, my thoughts started to wander even more. They were all hindsight.
Shasha~~~
The commoner bachelor tossed and turned, and finally stood up: "No, I think of what happened during the day as soon as I close my eyes. I really can't sleep!"
"That is the first-class auxiliary poem at the Mingzhou level! The first text and ink are just gone!"
I wanted to look up to the sky and scream, but I was afraid of scaring other people in the academy.
At this time, Li Xingyun naturally had no idea that one of his seemingly normal actions would actually create a group of insomniacs in Chang'an.
As Gu Baiwei said, once people know that he applied this kind of poem to a maid, and how much they admire that line of poetry, they will despise him.
But all this is irrelevant.
In the side room, Li Xingyun told Qin Keqing everything he had analyzed.
"The eldest lady in the palace can't tolerate me in her eyes. I have to be careful about the people in the palace from now on."
When Qin Keqing learned what had happened, she felt frightened and felt chills running down her spine.
Li Xingyun almost died under her eyes! Fortunately, nothing happened now. Not only did Li Xingyun survive, he also wrote a Mingzhou-level poem! It is certain that he will become a civil servant in the future!
"After the prince succeeds in the imperial examination, we have to find a way to go to the palace to pick up the young lady. It doesn't matter if the palace doesn't wait for her." Qin Keqing frowned, full of disgust for the palace.
The palace imprisoned the young lady she had grown up with, and now they sent people to attack and kill the prince. It was really hateful!
Li Xingyun muttered: "Just being a child is not enough in the eyes of the royal lady. Since she has been the killer, she naturally cannot let me take my mother away safely."
"Your Majesty, if you keep that poem in exchange for the favors of those previous bachelors, you might be able to take the young lady back. Using it on me would be a complete waste of natural resources." Qin Keqing's voice was soft and waxy.
Charming, but emotionally sad.
Li Xingyun shook his head and said: "Although a first article is precious, it is not enough for a great scholar to get involved in the internal struggle of a third-grade peak martial artist for me."
"And if it's used on Sister Keqing, it's not a waste of natural resources."
He brought another bronze mirror and asked Qin Keqing to look at it.
"This!!!" Qin Keqing looked at herself in the bronze mirror and was completely shocked: "Is this really me?"
Li Xingyun lay down directly, and then said with a smile: "It's getting late. I've been in a daze today, so I'll rest first."
"Your Majesty, your room is next door..." Qin Keqing looked at the young man lying lazily on his bed, his face was rosy, and he called softly.
"Oh." Li Xingyun closed his eyes and made a vague sound. His head had been dazed for a day, and he finally fell asleep.