Chapter 82: The man takes Wu Gou, and the blood rains to find the prince
Time passes.
One after another, talented scholars wrote quickly, the moment after they put down their names.
They picked up the rice paper and looked at the poems they had written, showing satisfaction.
After handing in the poems, they all stood on the deck, held their heads high, posed, and looked at the third floor expectantly.
They all hope to win the favor of Shangguan Lanxi.
The warm sun sets in the west.
The large clouds in the sky were dyed fiery red.
The blue sky seems to be covered with a layer of red clouds, which is really beautiful.
Orange-red light falls from the sky, turning the blue water into a golden-red color.
The flashing golden-red spots among the sparkling waves are dazzling.
On the boat, candles were lit and hung everywhere in the boat.
The faces of everyone on the boat were illuminated in warm colors.
The thin golden body with strong bones and strong bones appeared on the paper. After Ye Qing finished writing six poems, he handed the rice paper to Qi Heng.
Without waiting, Qi Heng presented it to Zhang Xiuran for a closer look.
Ye Qing picked up the pen again and closed his eyes to concentrate, making Zhang Xiuran frown slightly and remain still, staring at the gentle and handsome face in front of him.
Half a moment later.
The wolf hair fell into the inkstone, twisted and soaked with ink.
That amazing thin golden body emerged again.
Zhang Xiuran couldn't help but stand up and looked sideways to see what Ye Qing was writing.
When I see a sentence that is either exquisite or majestic, it jumps out on the page.
The cynicism on his face disappeared instantly.
When he saw Ye Qing finally put down his pen and wrote his name.
Zhang Xiuran frowned slightly and his eyes flickered for a few seconds. He took the rice paper in Qi Heng's hand and compared the poems on the two pieces of paper.
When he looked at Ye Qing again, there was only admiration and sigh.
He thought to himself: "Ye Qing's move is really beautiful."
"His own poems are considered to be excellent. According to the poems written by Gong Yuxiu in the past, they should be comparable."
"But the six poems he wrote to me are not famous and will go down in history, nor are they trying to make more concessions."
"By then..."
Think of the results.
With a smile in his eyes, Zhang Xiuran met Ye Qing's starry eyes and said playfully:
"Ye Qing, I really have you, so in the end I let my young master confront my father-in-law openly."
Ye Qing cupped his hands and said seriously: "This is the best way."
There was a pause.
Zhang Xiuran raised his eyebrows, his landscape silver fan dotted Ye Qing's face with a smile that said, "That's it."
"When I asked you about my relationship before, you nodded and shook your head."
"As expected, he is the person that I have chosen. He has many clever ideas."
Ye Qing smiled modestly and accepted calmly.
"Mr. Zhang, please forgive me."
Zhang Xiuran straightened up, picked up the rice paper in front of Ye Qing, looked at the pleasing poem, and sighed:
"This move of yours really comes from my heart, and I cannot refuse it."
"Tonight, I am going to be in the limelight again."
After saying this, Zhang Xiuran handed the rice paper signed "Ye Qing" to Ye Qing, picked up the rice paper on the table in front of him, blew the ink on the paper, folded it carefully, and walked out with his head held high.
Ye Qing also picked up the rice paper and followed slowly out.
Youzheng time.
when!
There was a sound of gongs and drums.
Everyone on the boat stopped moving and stopped talking.
His eyes looked expectantly towards the third deck.
Gong Yuli, holding an exquisite drumstick, stood in front of an exquisite gong.
She said loudly:
"The time has come. Today, Miss Lanxi, the legitimate daughter of the Shangguan family in Kyoto, came to Huaiyang. She is a beautiful woman with a beautiful heart and an outstanding poetic talent. She will be the judge of today's poetry meeting. What do you think?"
Talking room.
Shangguan Lanxi, who put on the goose-yellow veil again to hide her face, walked to the guardrail after Gong Yuli finished speaking.
She opened her mouth and said:
"My little lady, Shangguan Lanxi, has met you all."
The goose-yellow children were folded, and Shangguan Lanxi gave them a kind gift.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the pretty figure, and most of their eyes were shining brightly.
"I've met Miss Shangguan."
"Miss Shangguan's reputation as a poet has been spread to the gods. Miss Shangguan will be the judge, and we will naturally recognize it!"
"It is an honor for us that Miss Lanxi can host the poetry meeting."
…
A series of implicit words of praise came out from everyone's mouth without hesitation.
Zhang Xiuran, who was leaning against the guardrail on the second floor and fanning his folding fan lazily, looked askance at Ye Qing, who was looking straight and without any fluctuations in his expression, and said: "This is really a good girl, what do you think?"
Ye Qing smiled warmly and said calmly: "The blue sky among the white clouds is beyond our reach!"
Zhang Xiuran took a closer look and gave Ye Qing a thumbs up.
"It hits the right note, and this verse can be used as a wine drinker."
"But, as the saying goes, the old toad wants to eat the swan's flesh."
"If you work hard, you might be able to eat it!"
The next moment.
Zhang Xiuran looked at Ye Qing curiously and said:
"I really don't know how you got such a brain."
"Poetry like this can be admired by everyone, just open your mouth."
He didn't wait for Ye Qing to speak, and then said in annoyance:
"Why did I, my lord, agree with you to pursue an official career?"
"We are inspired by gods and value literature over martial arts. With your calligraphy and poetic talents, you will definitely become famous in the literary world. Even if you are still young, it is not impossible to form your own school."
Ye Qing turned to look at Zhang Xiuran. Although his smile was gentle, his eyes were firm and he said:
"If that's the case, Mr. Zhang, will you still look down on me and treat me as a friend?"
Boredom appeared on his face before Zhang Xiuran could speak.
Ye Qing thought to himself: "You need to learn from Miss Mo or Miss Shangguan in the art of keeping a low profile."
"Your provocation method is too inferior."
Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiuran was silent for a moment and said leisurely:
"You are so smart. I knew you would guess it sooner or later, but I didn't expect you to say it clearly."
"As long as you understand, keep your distance, it's best for you and me."
Ye Qing smiled freely, put his hands behind his back and said:
"Mr. Zhang, you must be thinking wrong. I, Ye Qing, will repay you with a spring of water."
"I said, I will work hard until I am on an equal footing with you."
"It's fast to enter the literary world, but it's too vain."
"When you start an official career from the bottom, you will have firm control. Is this what you hope for?"
Zhang Xiuran looked at Ye Qing with complicated eyes and turned a deaf ear to the empty poems that Shangguan Lanxi was reciting that had no profound meaning.
Shanshui Silver Fan tapped Ye Qing's shoulder. He looked at Ye Qing and turned around, his eyes full of searching, and sighed:
"You, you take it for granted, you are just an ant now."
Ye Qing thought of being led around by the nose these days.
A feeling of powerlessness arose in my heart.
Taking a deep breath, all kinds of disasters that I have experienced in the past seventeen years flashed through my mind.
The fate of being manipulated made him feel depressed.
Now that he has taken the first step and become a government official, everyone he knows now uses him as a pawn.
Why can't chess pieces just mess around on the chessboard, make their own layouts, and become chess players?
Thinking of this, Ye Qing said solemnly: "If you are born like an ant, you should have the ambition to be a swan. Life is like paper, so you should have an unyielding heart."
Hearing this, Zhang Xiuran, whose heart was touched, had complicated eyes, and after a few breaths, he silently stretched out his hand.
Snapped!
When a gentleman claps his hands as an oath, heaven and earth will learn from it, and gods and ghosts will bear witness.
Ye Qing took back his hand and looked at Zhang Xiuran who had taken off his disguise and said with a serious face:
"Brother Zhang, what will happen in the future?"
Zhang Xiuran, with a serious face, pointed the silver fan towards the sky, and the fiery red light shone on the silver fan and reflected on his face.
“We share the blessings and bear the hardships together!”
With slender hands, he pressed down the folding fan.
Ye Qing joked: "Just share the blessings and share the hardships. Although you and I are friends, I can't do anything about your difficulties at the moment."
Zhang Xiuran, whose expression suddenly froze, laughed dumbly and said:
"Ye Qing, you are such a wonderful person."
Ye Qing took back his hand, looked at the sunset of the sky, and raised the corners of his mouth as he said:
"Brother Zhang, how about you and I changing our destiny tonight?"
Zhang Xiuran was stunned for a moment. Looking at his gentle and handsome profile, he was full of confidence, but he felt a little illusory and uncomfortable.
The ant-like Ye Qing, looking at the red clouds in his eyes, overthrew the trajectory arranged by Zhang Xiuran and others, and chose to turn against the guests.
I didn't hear Zhang Xiuran's reply.
Ye Qing turned his head and saw the uninhibited dandy, his eyes flashing and full of tangles, and said calmly:
"A man brings a Wu hook, and it rains blood to find a prince."