Rebirth in another world as a fake eunuch

Chapter 46
At this time on the fifth floor, everyone had already set their sights on Si Ye, Zhao Zikang and the others, waiting for them to select the first, second and third, so they didn't notice that there were two more people upstairs.

"Unexpectedly, the Jin Yiwei who competed in poetry is actually you?"

Under Shao De'an's guidance, Zhu Yu also saw the old god sitting there Wang Kuo, and felt that this person looked familiar. It wasn't until Shao De'an reminded that the first time Jinyiwei handled the case was done by Wang Kuo. Then he suddenly realized nod.

"Hmph, even if you have done things for me, if you let me lose face, it is a crime worthy of death." Nothing can be compared with the face of the emperor and the royal family, let alone this If Jin Yiwei remembered correctly, he seemed to be a eunuch, that is, his slave.

The slave's life and death are all in his mind, and no one will comment on his cruelty, because this is the status quo of society.

Although he thought so, Zhu Yu actually had a little hope in his heart, because according to his little understanding of Wang Kuo, this guy should not be a person who wants to die.

In short, Wang Kuo is very smart, otherwise he would not have helped him solve the case when Jinyiwei was first established.

No one knew what Zhu Yu was thinking, and no one even knew that His Majesty would suddenly come to this star observatory to watch a competition between students. Naturally, everyone's eyes were still on Zhao Zikang and others, because after the In this short period of time, Zhao Zikang and others have already read four or five poems.

"Not bad, not bad, this Wing Chun poem is enough to be regarded as an excellent work."

"Oh, it seems that there must be something superior to be praised by an adult." Liu Shan, the chancellor of the Right Temple of Dali Temple, couldn't help smiling and agreeing when he saw Li Jing, the left servant of the household department, suddenly picked up a paper to praise him.

The household department is concerned with his own money bag, let alone a high-ranking official like Zuo Shilang, Liu Shan will naturally not give up this opportunity to flatter.

"Since it's a masterpiece, why don't Master Li let me wait and see it?" Siye Zhao Zikang didn't have the intention of flattering him, it was all because of his subconscious reaction after hearing the masterpiece.

"It's right, it's right, such a masterpiece deserves to be revealed." Speaking of this, the left waiter is also a man of temperament. He directly picked up the wine on the table and drank a glass. The Wing Chun poems were recited.

"The breeze blows the face and the tender water,"

"Everything Su in Hunchun, the earth."

"Three thousand willow leaf buds beyond the sky,"

"Treading horses and singing praises to peach blossoms."

As soon as Li Jing finished reading the short four-sentence seven-character poem, it immediately attracted a thousand applause. Even Zhu Wang, who was standing behind the crowd, couldn't help but nodded when he heard it.

"This poem is indeed a masterpiece. Tenderness is a metaphor for a woman. The first sentence implies that a woman's hand is like a spring breeze blowing on her face, and her tenderness is like water."

"That's right, although the second sentence is simple, it directly raises the first sentence to a higher level, and even pulls the whole poem above the title."

"The third sentence is the finishing touch, three thousand willow buds, it clearly refers to three thousand students..."

For a while, the five adults and a group of talented scholars were discussing the excellence of this poem, only Wang Kuo continued to sit there without changing his face, as if you let you force the breeze to blow the hills.

In fact, Wang Kuo at this time was completely delusional, looking at a group of talents who seemed to be touted by business, the only thought in his mind was, "How did you interpret it, because Laozi Mao felt that it meant literally? "

It's just that as soon as this poem came out, no one cared about him anymore.

No, to be precise, the Emperor Zhu Yu's complexion darkened again.

"Hey, everyone, take a look at this poem. It's also very good. Although it can't be compared with the previous poem, it can barely be considered a masterpiece."

After a while, another person took out a paper and passed it to the other judges, also saying praises.

"Well, it's the work of Liu Shaoqing from Yingcai Society." Censor Yu Huiyong took the paper, and after seeing the signature on it, nodded without any surprise.

He has heard of this Liu Shaoqing, a very talented scholar, and Wei Chengli, the author of the last poem, is also known as the four major talents in the capital.

After hearing the name, the talented scholars around couldn't help but look at Wang Kuo with disdain. Just because Jin Yiwei like you wants to compete with our talented scholars?Who gave you courage?
"What the hell, I'm so mad, I've handed it in too, why isn't it my turn yet?" Wang Kuo looked at those gazes, although they didn't speak, but he could clearly see the disdain in those gazes The meaning is like saying that he is beyond his control.

"Go, bring me a bottle of wine. I'm angry and want to drink." Looking back, he waved to Di Bo who was standing behind him, and Wang Kuo said with a sullen expression on his face.

"Yes, my lord." Di Bo didn't know how Wang Kuo's works were, and when he heard the lord said he wanted to drink, he thought it was because the lord had lost his mind.

But he didn't notice that even though there were countless disdainful eyes around him, none of the talented men and women around him dared to show disdain, because only they had seen Wang Kuo's works.

Aggressive...

Stretching out his hand to slap the seal of the baijiu, Wang Kuo gulped down the baijiu in frustration. Fortunately, Wang Kuo himself has a good capacity for alcohol, and this wine was blended with pure grain wine by him, and the strength was only [-] degrees. So after taking a big sip, his face turned red, and then he returned to normal.

All these wines were placed beside Zhao Zikang, but this wine belonged to Wang Kuo, at least he did not lose now, so no one could stop the bottle of wine he sent.

"Hiss... Such a fragrant wine, this is...?"

As Wang Kuo slapped the seal, a strong smell of wine immediately permeated the air, and some talented scholars who were closest showed surprise, looking back and forth to find the source of the smell of wine, until they saw the three catties in Wang Kuo's hand Heavy wine jar.

At this time, Wang Kuo had already taken a sip of the wine, and the aroma of the wine spread more and more intensely, allowing more people to discover the strong aroma of the wine.

"Hey, what kind of wine is this, how could it be so fragrant!"

"What a strong wine, this is what people in my generation should drink."

More and more people were attracted by the aroma of the wine, and even the few judges who were tasting and commenting could not help but cast their gazes in Wang Kuo's direction, and their gazes moved down and landed on the wine jar.

"This bastard, who has such good wine, doesn't know how to honor me? He deserves death." Zhu Yu gave Wang Kuo a gloomy look, and secretly made up his mind.

"For the sake of the wine, if you lose someone this time, I, I will spare your life first."

"Hmph... are you continuing to be crazy with me? Are you disdainful to me? I'm greedy for you."

Looking at those eyes looking over, Wang Kuo secretly thought proudly, but he didn't know that someone was already eyeing him at this time, and this person was still in charge of his life and death.

"Ahem, this poem is not bad, um, very good, this..." Zhou Jun, who smelled the aroma of wine in his nostrils and was in a daze, didn't think much of this poem at first, but the more he read it, the more he couldn't believe it, until he revealed Shocking gaze.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently..."

"The wild trails and clouds are all dark, but the river boats and fires are alone. At dawn, look at the red and wet places, and the flowers are heavy in the official city."

"Xiao Kan red wet place, Hua Chongjin official city..."

"This poem..." The more Zhou Jun looked at it, the more he was shocked, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, but when he saw the signature on it, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback, then looked at Siye Zhao Zikang and said.

"Master Zhao, this poem... you should take a look."

"Oh, it was He Jiazuo who actually asked Mr. Zhou to recommend it to me, let me have a look."

Zhao Zikang didn't care when he heard the words, because his mind was still in the smell of wine, and when he suddenly heard Zhou Jun's words, he took it with a light smile.

Probably to divert attention, as Zhao Zikang took the poem from Zhou Jun, the other adults also looked over.

Then, the expressions of the adults gradually changed from doubt to shock. After reading the whole poem, they were too shocked to speak.

Opening his mouth, Yu Huiyong spoke in disbelief.

"How does this poem compare to that written by Wei Chengli?"

Yu Huiyong's voice was a little hoarse, because he asked the question knowingly, but he couldn't believe it, so he could only throw the question to other people.

Hearing this, Zhao Zikang couldn't help but secretly sighed, "This time there is really no comparison."

The expression on his face became solemn, and he said, "It's like the light of rice grains, how can it compete with the bright moon?
Although Wei Chengli's poems are good.But how can he be able to compare with this handed down poem? "

"A poem handed down from generation to generation..." Even Zhou Jun couldn't help being slightly stunned, and opened his mouth, as if a lightning flashed across his mind.

"Is he really Jin Yiwei? This guy can also write poems handed down from generation to generation?"

"If this poem is spread, I'm afraid that the talented scholars of my Tianming Dynasty will feel sad."

Indeed, such a poem handed down from generation to generation was written by a thousand households of Jinyiwei. It is not easy to slap them in the face, or to swell them.

The performance of several adults was not beyond Wang Kuo's expectation.

You know, this "Happy Rain on a Spring Night", even among all the works of Du Fu's poet sage, can be regarded as the best of the best.

And who is Du Fu? He is an existence at the pinnacle of the ancient literary world. Just throwing out a poem is enough to scare people to death!
Zhao Zikang also had uncontrollable excitement on his face. Although this poem was written by a Jin Yiwei, it cannot deny Wang Kuo's literary talent. Besides, this poem is really good, and he can't find fault with it.

Regardless of his personal feelings, the level of this poem is already comparable to those handed down from generation to generation.

"how can that be?"

When the shock in their hearts subsided a little, everyone couldn't help looking at Wang Kuo, because they could hear clearly what the adults above said.A masterpiece?This is what they dreamed of. May I ask which literati does not want to be famous forever?Even if you can't, it's good to have a work that lasts forever.

　I am happy today, the doctor informed that the child can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, so two chapters will be updated, and there is another chapter to follow!
　　Brothers, let’s have a wave of recommendations and favorites!

　　


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