Li Gonglin glared at Zhao Si fiercely and said in a loud voice: "Okay, it's almost time. Please submit your papers for review by Fan Gong and others."
As he spoke, he said with a smile, "Prince Jian, Prince Suining, Duke Fan, Duke Wang, please invite me."
Damn! He got carried away and missed a move.
I originally wanted to use the excuse of peeing to hide in the toilet, but now I was caught by Li Gonglin. It was difficult to raise this excuse in public.
Smiling, he followed everyone into the main hall of Duolexuan. Zhao Si's eyes were darting around, trying to think of something to do.
When he saw Ming Zhaoxia standing aside in men's clothes, he thought about it and quietly tugged at the corner of her clothes.
"Zhaoxia, when old man Li calls my name, you just pretend to have a stomachache."
Ming Zhaoxia is unclear.
"What's wrong, Thirteenth Lang?"
"I feel empty in my stomach. Later, Old Man Li will definitely take the opportunity to call my name and make noises for me to write lyrics and poems so that I can make a fool of myself again in front of these hundreds of people."
Zhao Si said in a low voice.
"You will be smarter later. When you see the look in my eyes, you will pretend to have a stomachache. I will take the opportunity to say that I will send you home and run away."
Only then did Ming Zhaoxia realize Zhao Si's little thoughts, she pursed her lips and chuckled softly.
"Thirteenth son, don't worry. When the slave family saw something was wrong, they immediately pretended to have a stomachache to save you from Mr. Li's poisonous hands."
"Well, if I hadn't seen old man Li in his fifties, with only a few years left to live, he would be respectful to his elders. Otherwise, how could I have allowed him to be so arrogant and humiliate me endlessly?"
Zhao Si said angrily.
"I know that Thirteenth Lang is a magnanimous man and does not care about Li Jiji." Ming Zhaoxia held back her laughter and softly echoed Zhao Si's words.
The two of them were whispering to the side. Fan Chunren, Wang Shen and others had already selected the top three for this literary competition.
"I officially announce that the winner of this literary competition is this article, "Su Muzhe·Liao Agarwood"."
Li Gonglin took the manuscript, shook his head and started reading.
"Burn agarwood to relieve the summer heat. Birds call out for the clear sky, peeking into the eaves at dawn and whispering. The sun is shining on the leaves and the rain is lingering. The water is clear and round, and the wind is lifting them one by one. My hometown is far away, when will I go? I live in Wumen and have been traveling in Chang'an for a long time.
.Do you remember each other in May, the fisherman? In a small boat, I dreamed of entering Furongpu."
Everyone cheered.
Ming Zhaoxia couldn't help but praise her again and again.
"Is it well written?" Zhao said nonchalantly.
Ming Zhaoxia glared at him fiercely, feeling deeply ashamed that he "didn't know how to appreciate" and couldn't help but explain to him the beauty of this word.
"The round lotus leaves in this poem, the Jiangnan in May, the fisherman's boat, the virtual and the real, the changes and overlapping, describe the homesickness incisively and vividly. The words of love and dreams are all natural, without any decoration and full of charm.
Especially the Shangqiu, if it is intentional or not, it makes people dizzy. When the love is deep, the mind turns crazy!"
Hearing Ming Zhaoxia's comments, Zhao Si was stunned for a moment.
Is it really so well written? I seem to feel some similar emotions, but it doesn't seem to be as mysterious as Zhaoxia said.
"To be able to receive such a comment from Mr. Zhou, Zhou did not write these words in vain."
who?
Zhao Si turned around and saw a man in his forties, wearing a light brown Taoist robe and a Dongpo scarf on his head. He had a dignified appearance and had a distant and elegant temperament flowing from head to toe.
In a daze, Zhao Si felt that this person came out of the illustrations of "Three Hundred Song Poems".
Ming Zhaoxia lowered her head, smiled faintly, and took a step back from Zhao Si.
The man raised his body and gave a salute, and said with an expression as if a close friend is hard to find.
"I am Zhou Bangyan of Qiantang. My courtesy name is Chengmei. I am currently the secretary of the provincial government. I would like to ask you how to address me."
Will Zhou Bangyan and Ye Shili compete with Brother Eleven to steal Master Li’s talent more than ten years later?
Why are you so old now?
Is Master Li short-sighted?
Zhao Sipi replied with a smile on his behalf: "She is the first-class sword guard of Prince Jian's Mansion and the personal companion of His Highness Prince Jian."
Zhou Bangyan's expression changed, "Your Majesty, I'm so rude."
He finally recognized the person in front of him as His Royal Highness King Jian.
That being the case, the person who made him admire him so much just now should be the former Jinyu Slave of Bailun Tower who was widely discussed in the market and regarded as a legend, and now Zhaoxia Jun of Prince Jian's Mansion.
"Old Zhou, the government has issued an edict, asking our secretaries to help prepare for the construction of the Hongwen Museum in Xijing and the Chongwen Museum in Nanjing. Seeing that you have great literary talent, you are suitable for taking on important tasks. You will go tomorrow..."
Zhao Si thought for a while, then turned to ask Ming Zhaoxia, "Who is further away, Luoyang or Nanjing?"
Ming Zhaoxia held back her laughter and said, "Luoyang is far away."
"Well, Old Zhou, tomorrow you will represent the Ministry of Secretaries and go to Luoyang to help prepare for the establishment of the Hongwen Museum. I will ask someone to draft the official documents when I get back. This is an organization, um, it is the trust of the court in you. You are so thoughtful."
Zhou Bangyan wanted to cry but had no tears.
I just have poor eyesight, so I didn't recognize you, Your Highness, and I was moved by Mr. Zhaoxia's comments, so I acted rashly, and ended up with this result.
Help prepare for the establishment of the Hongwen Hall, and then find an excuse to officially transfer me to the Hongwen Hall. I will never be able to return to Kaifeng City.
At this time, Li Gonglin announced loudly: "The winning poem, "Su Muzhe·Liao Agarwood", was written by Zhou Bangyan and Zhou Chengmei of Qiantang!"
Amid the cheers of the crowd, Zhou Bangyan stepped forward with a forced smile and accepted the praise from Fan Chunren, Wang Shen and others.
But the sadness that could not be concealed in the corners of his face, eyes, and mouth made people think that he was not the first, but the last.
"The second place in this cultural conference is "Three Character Order"." Although Li Gonglin was a little suspicious, he didn't have time to find out. He still had the second and third place to announce.
"The end of spring, after the rain. Red bushes, green ripples. Flowers all over the ground, horizontal pool. In the smoke, on the shadow of clouds, painted boats are moving. Mandarin ducks merge together, white gulls fly. The song is rhyming, the wine is late. It will be late.
My intention is to introduce new poetry. Spring is about to go, so stay here and stay. Don't teach me to return."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone applauded.
The beauty of the Three-Character Order is that it is all three words and one sentence, and the thought is exquisite.
"The second poem on the list is "Three Character Order", which was written by Linjiang Xiangzi and Xiang Bogong!"
I saw a young man in white clothes, who stepped forward at Li Gonglin's greeting.
He bowed his hands to everyone in a very humble manner.
"He looks very young. He is so talented and talented. It's amazing. But he looks familiar to me. Where have I seen him?"
Zhao Si poked Zhou Bangyan who came back, "Old Zhou, do you know who this is?"
"Your Highness, Xiang Bogong is only fifteen years old when he submits to the empress."
Zhou Bangyan replied.
"That's it. I remember, I went to the Qingshou Palace to celebrate Xiang's birthday last time, and I briefly met him once."
Zhao Si narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly.
"The poem about flowers in this literary conference is "Wandering in Jinming Pond", well, it fits the situation very well!"
As soon as Li Gonglin finished speaking, Zhao Si snorted, "You old man Li, I knew as soon as I heard that the author of this poem was from a related family! You old guy, you go around here and there just to praise him!"
Ming Zhaoxia chuckled quietly from the side.
Zhou Bangyan was stunned for a moment after hearing this, with a complex and thoughtful look on his face.
"Thousands of people are awakening from drunken music and singing, green smoke is growing around the pool. The clouds hide the palace with nine layers of green, and spring enters the universe with five colors. The sky is moving on the bridge with painted waves, and the tourists on the shore are walking in the middle. At the time of Jinyu, there is a dragon boat feast, and the flowers are outside.
The sound of long live the wind.1”
After Li Gonglin finished reciting it loudly, he seemed to be moved by the beautiful words and beautiful scenery of this poem. He looked intoxicated and could not break away for a long time.
"Additional drama, blunt drama! This is nakedly adding drama to the reputation of a related party!" Zhao Si said angrily.
Sure enough, Li Gonglin said loudly next: "The poem about exploring flowers, "Wandering in Jinmingchi", was written by His Royal Highness King Suining!"
"Okay!" Many people responded with all their strength and cheered.
The entire Dolexuan was in a state of excitement, and the atmosphere of celebration was much more lively than the first two.
With everyone cheering and watching, Zhao Ji stepped forward gracefully and humbly accepted the praises from the judges.
Zhao Si snorted, "Huh, I don't know, I thought Brother Eleven won the championship. Old Zhou, you, the champion, have completely become someone else's green leaf, you don't deserve it."
At this point, Zhao Si changed the topic and said, "Old Zhou, work hard and try to handle the affairs of Hongwen Hall as soon as possible and come back early. The Secretariat Department cannot do without you. The name of Tsinghua University in the Secretariat Department depends on you.
Only a talented person can control him."
Zhao Si's words surprised and delighted Zhou Bangyan.
Does this mean that after returning from Luoyang, there is still the intention of promotion?
Wow, the ups and downs of life are really exciting.
"The King of Suining wrote a poem for us, and His Royal Highness King Jian, who is also here, please write a poem for us to help us with this grand event."
Li Gonglin couldn't wait to speak loudly to Zhao Si.
Damn it, Old Man Li, you still refuse to let yourself go, you have to make me suffer a great ups and downs?!
Ming Zhaoxia received the wink and quickly held her stomach and pretended to be in pain. Zhao Si supported her and prepared to leave.
However, Li Gonglin pulled Fan Chunren, Wang Shen, Zhao Ji and others and blocked the way.
Zhao Shisan, I have been waiting for this opportunity for so long, how could I let you go?
1. The real author of this poem is Zheng Xie, the number one scholar in the Renzong period of the Song Dynasty. Please do research and do not take it seriously. This chapter has been completed!
