Film and TV: Obtain Alpha Dog at the beginning Chapter 19 Leaning on the sword, singing and screaming at the bright moon, facing the wind with wine to Peng Ying
Chapter 19 Leaning on the sword, singing and screaming at the bright moon, facing the wind with wine to Peng Ying
An hour later, Lin Ruofu and Qin Hao walked out of the hall one after another.
Lin Ruofu's face was very ugly, not only because he had lost to Qin Hao five times in a row in this hour, and was killed in every game, but more importantly, he originally wanted to ask Emperor Qing to terminate the engagement between Fan Xian and his daughter.
things, but never had the chance to say them out.
"Commander Qin, at such a young age, he is not only very skilled in martial arts, but also very good at chess. His future is boundless."
Facing Lin Ruofu's sincere praise, Qin Hao winked at him: "As a minister, I should serve His Majesty, and I should not be praised by Prime Minister Lin."
"Farewell."
"Commander Qin, please go slowly. Come and sit at the house when you have time."
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On the other side, Fan Xian jumped off the carriage and inquired about the location of the inspection institute. He took the candied haws of water and entered the gate of the inspection institute in a grand manner. No one paid any attention to him along the way. In the end, he handed over the teacher's fee.
His Tisi waist badge was then brought to the place where the files are stored in the Inspection Institute.
By coincidence, Wang Qinian happened to be the clerk in charge of the files. When Wang Qinian learned that he was the examiner of the inspection institute, he suddenly knelt down and told his miserable experience in tears, indicating that his previous actions were all for the sake of his family's serious illness.
Wife and Daughter. Fan Xian was in doubt when he saw him bursting into tears. A guard suddenly opened the door and came in. He said that he had just met his wife and asked him to remember to buy some vegetables and go home at night. Wang Qinian did not expect that the lie would be exposed easily. For a moment,
The air seemed to condense at this moment.
Later, Fan Xian asked Wang Qinian to help find the files on Teng Zijing's family. Wang Qinian excused that there were too many files and it was difficult to find them at the moment, and promised to deliver them to Fan Xian's house tomorrow. Fan Xian did not doubt that he was there, and told Wang Qinian not to sell them anymore.
"Red Mansion", he wanted to cooperate with Versace in this deal, and Wang Qinian could only agree with pain.
From the door of the Procuratorate, Fan Xian reached out and touched the inscription left by his mother Ye Qingmei during her lifetime.
"I hope that the laws of the Qing Dynasty will be established for the sake of the people. They will not be tolerated because of nobility, and will not be deprived because of poverty. There will be no unjust grievances, and there will be no crimes of imposition. The law will be respected like a sword, and the idols will be destroyed...
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At the same time, Qin Hao returned to the Bingmasi military camp and asked his personal guards to release the few palace maids captured that day.
"Commander, isn't it inappropriate for us to just let the person go without asking any questions?"
Qin Hao shook his head: "The matter is settled, just let them go. They are all small people. It is not easy to survive, so why bother."
When the guards heard this, a flash of fear flashed in their eyes.
After a speechless night, Qin Hao put on his casual clothes, got on a carriage and headed to Prince Jing's residence. Yesterday he let go of Guo Baokun's bodyguard, which was considered to give the prince face. He went to Prince Jing's appointment in order to convey the message to the second prince.
A piece of information, he has not surrendered to the prince yet, although he has tried every means to win him over.
However, when Qin Hao appeared at the door of Prince Jing's Mansion, it immediately aroused discussion among the female family members.
"Is this Commander Qin? I heard that he is the youngest ninth-grade master in the Qing Kingdom."
"Not only that, I heard that when he was at the eighth level, he defeated Si Gu Swordsman disciple Yun Zhilan and Ku He's disciple Lang Tao one after another. They all said that he and the Northern Qi Saintess were the strongest ones who had the best chance of becoming a grand master.
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"No matter what grade he is, I am very fond of such a husband anyway, so don't try to rob him from me."
"Stop being so sentimental. With Commander Qin's family background and good looks, how can he like you?"
The female guests' table suddenly became extremely lively, and many famous ladies almost started fighting on the spot. Until a woman in red appeared, the scene fell silent for an instant.
"Hmph, all the girls who have not yet left the palace are not afraid of bringing shame to the elders in the family by acting like this."
If someone else had said this, one of these noble ladies could kill each other with just one spit, but this person was Ye Ling'er. She was definitely a unique existence among the female relatives in the capital. She was a seventh-level master in terms of martial arts.
When it comes to words, she never gets into a quarrel with anyone, and anyone who can take action will never do it. No one dares to touch her.
Fan Ruoruo happened to come in accompanied by Fan Xian and agreed upon seeing this.
"That is, everyone here has read a lot of books by sages. Don't you know the four words of etiquette, justice and integrity?"
Ye Ling'er was originally still complacent about her performance. When she heard Fan Ruoruo's words, she immediately lowered her face, snorted at her, turned around and walked to her seat.
Fan Ruoruo naturally had no good feelings toward Ye Ling'er. The reason why he agreed just now was because he was surrounded by strong external enemies and formed a temporary offensive and defensive alliance.
The reaction of the two also caused the group of famous ladies to whisper for a while.
On the other side, Qin Hao was sitting beside Prince Jing, minding his own business, and Li Hongcheng greeted him very warmly.
After Fan Xian said hello to Li Hongcheng, he sat next to Qin Hao. It happened that Guo Baokun also came at this time, and he also brought with him a talented man named He Zongwei who was said to be well-known in the capital. It seems that Guo Baokun followed suit this time.
Well, I found a strong supporter to help.
"Commander Qin, thank you for that day." Guo Baokun glared at Fan Xian, then immediately put on a smiling face and saluted Qin Hao.
Qin Hao waved his hand: "Young Master Guo, you don't have to be polite."
As soon as Guo Baokun sat down, he began to sarcastically mock Fan Xian. Fan Xian was not a self-willed person, so he and Guo Baokun immediately began to argue with each other.
In the end, Li Hongcheng intervened and stopped him: "Today is a poetry meeting. It is better to meet friends with poetry, so it is better to be more elegant."
"Okay, let's compare poetry and prose. I'm afraid some people grew up in poor rural areas and have never learned poetry. They are ignorant."
Qin Hao shook his head secretly, why did you provoke him? Do you understand the three hundred poems of the Tang Dynasty? Do the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties know about it? Isn't this a shot at Fan Xian's muzzle?
Fan Xian drank his wine and said in an understated manner: "No matter how many poems you write today, I will only write one."
As soon as this statement came out, the whole room was shocked, but most people looked at Fan Xian with contempt, thinking that he was bragging.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "You are only doing one song. I think you are ignorant and have no skills. You can't make a second one at all!" Guo Baokun said sarcastically.
The talented scholar He Zongwei also echoed: "That's right, it doesn't matter if you don't have knowledge, but being so arrogant is a matter of character."
"That's right. How can such a person have the dignity to marry the princess? If you know the truth, you should go back to Danzhou immediately."
Faced with the push from Guo Baokun and He Zongwei, Fan Xian still drank wine leisurely. His purpose was to break off the engagement anyway.
"You guys write it first. I'm afraid that after I write this poem, you will never dare to write again."
After Fan Xian finished speaking, he patted his belly and raised his hands to Li Hongcheng: "Your Highness, may I ask where the latrine is."
"It's in the backyard. Qingyi, please lead Mr. Fan there."
"Master Fan, please."
Before Fan Xian left, he took a deep look at the rice paper in front of Qin Hao's desk.
Guo Baokun taunted Fan Xian's back: "Crazy, what kind of good poem can such a crazy person write? He only wrote one."
"Master Guo, there is no need to argue with him. When he finishes his poem later, He will naturally find a way to make him feel ashamed." He Zongwei said fawningly.
"Hmph, I just can't stand this kid's arrogant face."
Li Hongcheng bowed his hands to everyone: "Today's poetry meeting is to connect friends with poetry. If you have good works, you may wish to write them down and let everyone taste them together. The final winner will receive the cursive handwriting of Mr. Zhuang Mohan."
As soon as this prize was announced, everyone present immediately exclaimed. Zhuang Mohan's status in the world in Qing Yu Nian is a bit similar to that of Confucius and Mencius. He is the leader of scholars in the world. Scholars look down on each other. Being able to get such an honor shows that Zhuang Mohan is in the world.
status in the literary world.
"As expected of Prince Jing, the first time he makes a move is written in cursive handwriting by Master Zhuang. If he can win the first prize in one fell swoop and take it back and hang it in his study, he will have no regrets in this life."
"If the dealer's handwriting were to be put on the market, it would probably be worth a fortune, right?"
"Vulgar, how can Zhuang's handwriting be measured by vulgar objects?"
Not to mention the talented people gearing up, even the female guests were in a commotion.
"Ruoruo, you have always been talented in poetry. Don't miss this handwriting of Mr. Zhuang."
"Yes, Ruoruo, you should also fight for our female guests. Don't let those men focus on beauty."
Normally, Fan Ruoruo's popularity is quite good, after all, the Red Mansion is from her.
Seeing this, Ye Ling'er couldn't help but snorted coldly: "Huh, just her?"
Fan Ruoruo was not angry this time, and smiled at everyone calmly: "I will not show off my shame in this poetry meeting. Since my brother Fan Xian is here, he must be the leader of this poetry meeting."
"Ruoruo, is your brother really so talented?"
"Yes, I really like Mr. Fan's Red Mansion. Some of the poems in it are also very good. Maybe it can really win the first prize in one fell swoop?"
Ye Ling'er was about to say something, but saw Qin Hao had already picked up the pen, and couldn't help but be slightly startled.
Fan Ruoruo's eyes also fell on Qin Hao from time to time, and she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when she saw this: "Could it be that he can also write poetry?"
Just when Qin Hao started writing, Guo Baokun and He Zongwei also wrote a poem one after another.
Guo Baokun's poems can only be said to be barely qualified. He Zongwei's is a little better, but that's all. Afterwards, many people wrote poems one after another. After everyone tasted them, none of them were better than those of He Zongwei.
Convincing works appear.
Until Li Hongcheng, the eldest son of Prince Jing, saw Qin Hao stop writing, he immediately came forward curiously.
"Commander Qin also wrote a poem. Can you please give me an opinion?"
Qin Hao smiled: "I wrote a random song and made up the numbers. Your Highness the Crown Prince should not make fun of it."
"Come on, Commander Qin can become a ninth-grade master at a young age. He must have put in a lot of hard work, and he is not very proficient in poetry..."
Li Hongcheng picked up the rice paper on Qin Hao's desk and suddenly couldn't speak anymore. He was in a sluggish state and didn't move his eyes for a long time. This scene attracted many talented people present to come over.
"What a poem."
"Good poetry, really good poetry. If this poem wins the first prize, Liu will be willing to lose."
As soon as this statement came out, it immediately aroused the curiosity of more talented people. The female guests were separated by a curtain and could not show their faces. They could only look outside eagerly. Only Ye Ling'er walked out without hesitation, but the crowd watched
There were so many people that she couldn't see them at all.
If it were someone else's poem, no matter how good it was, Ye Ling'er wouldn't be interested, but this was written by Qin Hao. Now she wanted to draw her sword and cut down all these troublesome guys to see what Qin Hao had done.
The poem impressed so many talented people present.
Just when Ye Ling'er almost couldn't suppress the overwhelming power, Li Hongcheng, the crown prince of Prince Jing, read it out loud.
"The blue sky is like a wash of wild geese, and the waves of the vast sea are surging into the sky. I lean on my sword and sing to the bright moon, and hold my wine in the wind to the Peng Ying. White deer are traced on the green cliffs, and clouds and mist surround the Yao Pond. It is not enough to say that life is like a dream, and the poetry and wine of this life are crazy.
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When Li Hongcheng finished reading, there was another round of applause.
"What a poem, what a man who leans on his sword, sings and screams at the bright moon, holds wine in the wind, and faces Peng Ying. He is worthy of being the youngest ninth-grade master in the Qing Dynasty. Not only is his martial arts superb, but his poetic talent is also so unique."
"It is indeed a good poem. Such majestic verses will make life clear."
Although Ye Ling'er didn't quite understand the merits of this poem, she thought it must be great to be praised by so many talented people. Listening to others praising Qin Hao, Ye Ling'er felt happier than others praising herself.
Fan Ruoruo, who was behind the curtain, was also clapping her hands and applauding at this moment.
"It's really a good poem. I didn't expect that brother Qin Hao could actually write good poems."
This was not over yet. After Li Hongcheng finished reciting, he turned the rice paper over again and faced the writing on it to everyone.
"Look at Commander Qin's calligraphy. It's also unique."
"Good words."
"Not only is the poetry good, the calligraphy is also good, it's really amazing."
Some talented people even had some doubts after seeing Qin Hao's calligraphy. Even if they couldn't write poetry well, their calligraphy was actually not as good as others. Do they have to give up literature and join martial arts in order to write such good calligraphy?
"Commander Qin, it's so hard for you to hide this from me. Not only are you highly skilled in martial arts, but your poetic talent is also unparalleled. This word is even more unrivaled. Even with Zhuang Mohan, you can't give in too much." Li Hongcheng said excitedly, although
He wanted to win over Qin Hao for the sake of the second prince, but he definitely meant what he said.
Guo Baokun became even more excited. He believed that Qin Hao's poem was more than enough to suppress Fan Xian.
"Commander Qin hides everything deeply, which is the demeanor of a superior man. Unlike some people who only speak arrogant words, but now they have not written a single word."
"Ha ha."
Everyone burst into laughter and decided in their hearts that Fan Xian could not compose a better poem than Qin Hao's. Even Fan Ruoruo was worried for Fan Xian.
Perhaps only Qin Hao knew that Fan Xian could definitely write a poem that was hundreds of times better than his. After all, Du Fu, the poet sage, did not just blow it off.
Poetry depends entirely on talent, and it is not just accumulation that can produce good poetry. Qin Hao's poem only imitated Li Bai's writing style. It seems good, but in fact it can only be regarded as barely passing.
Not long after, Fan Xian returned to his seat. He deliberately took Qin Hao's poem and read it again and again. He only felt familiar, but had no impression at all in his mind. This time he completely dispelled the doubts that Qin Hao was a time traveler.
He didn't remember the poem.
"Mr. Fan, didn't you say that by writing just one poem you could surpass all others? You should write it instead." Guo Baokun said sarcastically.
Qin Hao secretly raised his forehead, this guy really wanted to be slapped in the face by the protagonist.
