Poetry, no matter how exquisite it is, has no soul, but some can be absorbed by one's soul just by looking at it.
"This year's lantern market has already faded away, let alone last year's people." This is the kind of sentence that can penetrate the soul.
Li Panlong knows poetry. If he compared the two poems just now, he would never be able to say "his own work is better."
The square-faced scholar secretly cursed, "How could the great cause of killing a hundred men be interrupted today! It was not Li Panlong who proposed the idea of killing a hundred men, but him!"
If Li Panlong really accomplishes the great feat of killing a hundred people, as a close friend of Li Panlong, he can also enjoy the glory. When the time comes, he can pull Li Panlong to form a duo, and his reputation will rise.
Li Panlong sighed and couldn't help but ask: "Who are you?"
Qin Dewei chuckled a few times, stood up and said loudly: "Lands and rivers strive to leave a mark for words, and the smoke of Kyushu is still smeared on your heels. Don't ask about Sansheng when you show up. I have been in the world for fourteen years!"
After all, good poetry is a non-renewable resource. In principle, you can save it if you can, but in front of Li Panlong, it is worth using.
Li Panlong was completely dejected, even in terms of showing off, he failed!
Are scholars in the south now so terrifying? Is the rise of the scholars in the south really unstoppable?
I have to say that I really learned a lot today, but I am still too wild and crude and lack refinement.
Look at the other person again, the arrogance is restrained and the drama is all reflected in the eyes. Looking at the person is like a condescending inspection, and every word and deed seems to have a natural aura of ridicule. This is the state of perfection!
And I also learned a trick: after finishing my talk, I should immediately throw out the poetry combination that suits the situation. The combined effect can be said to be that one plus one is greater than two!
That's all, what are you doing in Liaocheng? Go back to Jinan City!
"Wait a minute!" The square-faced scholar suddenly shouted: "As the saying goes, there is no best in literature. It is not up to you two to decide who wins or loses. I just said, let this girl be the judge!"
The woman holding the pipa was a little confused. She just came in to take shelter from the rain. How could she be involved in the literati's dispute?
The square-faced scholar said to her: "I heard that there is a girl named Pan Xiaoyu here in Dongguan, Liaocheng, who is the best at playing the pipa and is also good at reading and writing. Is she probably you?
Now tell me, between the two poems just now, which one is better? If you can’t remember it, you can write it again.”
Qin Dewei couldn't help but show an evil smile. The intention of this square-faced scholar was too obvious. This woman named Pan Xiaoyu must be targeting the locals.
Originally, he only wanted to win with his own talent, but he had to force himself to show off his background. On the ground in Liaocheng, he was an authentic second-generation official! How dare ordinary people not show off their reputation as a county magistrate?
However, since time traveling, because Qin Dewei's starting point was too low, most of the time he could only convince others with his virtue, and rarely experienced the simple mode of overwhelming others with his power.
Thinking of this, he suddenly looked forward to it.
Miss Pan Xiaoyu looked this way, then that way, and finally gave Qin Dewei a very apologetic look, and then said hesitantly: "I think the five rhymes of the song are better."
Qin Dewei coughed heavily, interrupted Pan Xiaoyu, and said gently: "You must let the girl know that my father is Mr. Zeng, the county magistrate."
Pan Xiaoyu's face changed. Local happy households like them were all managed by the county government office. How could they dare to offend the county magistrate?
"The Nujia thought about it again, and that poem is still better."
The square-faced scholar patted the table and interrupted Pan Xiaoyu again, "I also want the girl to know that my father is the prefect Kou! He was transferred from the Ministry of Justice to Dongchang Prefecture just a few years ago, so you may not recognize me yet! "
Damn it! Qin Dewei also wanted to scold him. It was a rare occasion when he wanted to use his power to overwhelm others, but he actually didn’t compare to him!
Qin Dewei had seen this appointment in the Di's newspaper. A doctor named Kou Tianyu was transferred to Dongchang Mansion. Because he was Zeng's immediate boss, he paid more attention to it.
You can't bear to step on the horse! Qin Dewei still had cards in his hand, so he immediately spoke again: "My master, Mr. Wang Jiangning, has a younger brother, my uncle, who is the right servant of the Ministry of War under the banner!"
Mr. Kou, a square-faced scholar, sneered, "What a coincidence. My uncle, the one I am talking about is also the right minister of the Ministry of War!"
Kou Tianxu! Qin Dewei had also seen this name in the newspaper. He was so shocked that he subconsciously took a step back. How could the uncle and the minister who was trying to rub him against him be so close to his blood uncle and the minister!
It is not surprising that they are all right ministers of the Ministry of War. In the Ming Dynasty, many ministers of ministers had titles that symbolized their rank and status. In fact, they had other errands and were not ministers of ministers who sat in charge of the ministry.
Therefore, a Ministry of War may have many ministers, some of whom are ministers of the Ministry of War and governors of the capital and regiments, and some who are ministers of the Ministry of War and governors of border areas.
Pan Xiaoyu huddled her shoulders and shivered. The fight between the two was really terrible. I didn’t look at the almanac when I went out today. If I had known better, even if I was soaked in the rain, I wouldn’t have come in to take shelter!
"Hehehehe!" Mr. Kou smiled proudly, even more evilly than Qin Dewei's smile just now, and said to Pan Xiaoyu: "Now you can say whose poems are better!"
Pan Xiaoyu said "Wow", covered her face and cried.
Qin Dewei's momentum changed, he stood with his hands behind his hands and said calmly: "Friend Kou, do you know at home that you are so arrogant outside?"
Mr. Kou asked in confusion: "What can I do if I know?"
Qin Dewei added: "Since your father is from the Ministry of Punishment, it will be easier to communicate. In the past two years, have you ever felt that there were too many officials sent from Nanjing to the Ministry of Punishment for trial?"
Mr. Kou really knows something about this. His father, as a doctor in the Qing Dynasty for Nanjing and Nanzhili, has received many case files.
What about Ying Tianfu Yin, Nanjing Hubu Minister, and Qiandu Yushi, etc. Last year, it was even more frightening. They even hired a guard eunuch.
Qin Dewei asked: "Have you ever heard of a man named Qin Dewei?"
Mr. Kou's expression changed instantly. Qin Dewei's name may be unknown elsewhere, but many people still know about the Ministry of Punishment, which has accepted a large number of imperial prisoners from Nanjing in the past two years.
The name Qin Dewei seems to be hanging around in the shadow of a series of cases, appearing with a different identity each time.
Sometimes he is a lawyer, sometimes he is a plaintiff, sometimes he is an initiative initiator, sometimes he is a representative of public opinion, and sometimes he is in charge of paperwork. It is difficult not to notice.
Because of their functions, officials from the Criminal Department know more inside information than others that will not be written on the case files.
The name Qin Dewei and the young southern scholar in front of him gradually overlapped in Master Kou's mind, and he subconsciously shouted: "Are you Qin Dewei, the little bully of Jiangning County?"
Qin Dewei smiled happily. If the other party didn't understand anything, it would be hard to pretend. "Would you like to go down and see your father?"
It was better not to cause unknown trouble to his father. Mr. Kou decisively waved his hand and found a place to go down the stairs: "I heard that you are acquainted with Prince Zuodu Yushi, so I will count you as the winner today!"
Qin Dewei secretly sighed, in this world, he has already become an official for the second generation, and he still has to rely on himself to convince others with his virtue! It is really better to rely on others than to rely on yourself!
