Start with the humble bridegroom

Chapter 116

Zhang Zhe also drank a lot faster next time, he basically took a glance at Xi Lu's poems, then quickly shook his head and drank.

The two servants of Xilu Palace kept talking, mocking Zhang Zhe, this is not a genius, he is clearly a drunkard who is greedy for drinking.

In spring, summer, autumn and winter, the seven cups of orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum wine have passed, Zhang Zhe suppressed his drunkenness, and was about to get the eighth cup of plum poetry wine.

Seeing this, several elders from Xilu Kingdom smiled and shook their heads.

One of the old men looked at the prefect Yan who had been calm all the time, and when Zhang Zhe drank the last glass of wine, the entire army of Wuling scholars would be wiped out.Since Xi Lu won this round, he still had to say something to Prefect Yan.

"Since that's the case, this match has been abated by the prefect Yan. This time I waited so abruptly that everyone in Wuling County was unprepared. We were lucky to win. It was a fluke. Prefect Yan was calm and generous, but it's a pity that Wuling is far away. It’s a pity that I can’t ask for advice more.”

Just as the beautiful words were being spoken, Zhang Zhe also put the last glass of wine to his mouth.

But he heard Taishou Yan's lazy smile and said: "Your emissary is being polite, and you will have many days dealing with Xi Lu in the future. I just hope that you will not slander Yan for being unkind in the future."

The old man Xilu was stunned: "I don't know the prefect, how do you say this?"

Sun Tongzhi answered him coldly.

"The prefect Yan of this county was promoted due to meritorious service, and the place he happened to be going to was Xijiang County, so the days of bothering each other with the princes are still long!"

Although everyone in Xilu was surprised when they heard this, they were not overly afraid of Yan Yun.

It's just that Zhang Zhe didn't dare to drink the wine in his hand anymore.

Prefect Yan looked at Zhang Zhe with a smile that was not a smile, and Zhang Zhe felt a sea of ​​bitterness in his heart.

Xijiang County~~~, his Yue family is all there, that is to say, they are all in the hands of the prefect Yan.

Just when he was in a dilemma, the prefect Yan spoke lightly.

"I don't know if your country's poetry competition will reward you with [-] guan for writing a poem that surpasses your country's poems, or only [-] guan for a poem competition?"

Now that the winner is about to be decided, the officials of the Xilu Kingdom don't quite understand why the prefect Yan suddenly asked this question.He only listened to the meaning in his words, but set the rewards for Da Zheng's dislike of him from the Xilu Kingdom?

"Naturally, there are four hundred guan in one song. As many poems as Dazheng scholars can compose, there are as many four hundred guan." It was Princess Yunshang behind the screen who spoke, "I married into Dazheng today, and I brought a lot of How can you be stingy with this small amount of money, especially to participate in the grand event of the Dazheng literary world?"

Taishou Yan only nodded when he heard the words, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he didn't look at Zhang Zhe, and just lowered his head to drink tea.

But Zhang Zhe didn't know what Yan Yun was thinking at this time, which was to make him beat the Xilu people with the last word.Yan Yun is still the leader of Wuling today, and he was the leader of Xijiang in the past. If Zhang Zhe continues to give up, the Zhang and Meng families will take his lead.

Zhang Zhe could only put down the wine cup in his hand, and resignedly quipped at the eunuch who was drinking tea with his head bowed.

This is the order.

Suddenly a fragrance came, and a snow-white wrist picked up the ink stick on the desk and gently rubbed the ink for him.Just looking at the snow-white color, Zhang Zhe knew who it was.

Su Mingyan bowed his head to grind for him, and also whispered to him.

"The news has come from the capital that Mr. Yan has been transferred to the patrol envoy of Xijiang, Pushan, and Longshan counties. He will enter the capital at the end of September at the latest. Xiaowan's family is there. looking at you."

After finishing speaking, Xue wrist picked up a wolf hair and handed it to Zhang Zhe.

A young official in the Xilu Kingdom Mission was already very concerned about Su Mingyan, but when he saw this, he felt a little sour in his heart, and couldn't help but sneer at Zhang Zhe in a cold voice.

"This lord is beautiful and beautiful, just like a plum blossom. For the last plum poem, this scholar should write a pen anyway, don't just drink. If what you do can't satisfy the lord, Yi is not talented. At that time, I will please the beauty for you."

All the young people in the Xilu mission laughed.

Zhang Zhe shook his head and made a decision in his heart.Since it is inevitable that he will be labeled as the strict prefect, it is better to do things to the extreme. Zhang Zhe's way of doing things is not at both ends of the head.

"It's a pity that this last glass of wine is really delicious!" Zhang Zhe took the wolf hair in Su Mingyan's hand with a light smile, and looked up at the people in Xilu who were smiling happily, "Since After drinking seven cups of fine wine, Mr. Zhang has seven plum poems, please appreciate them."

The whole place was silent.

After a while, everyone in the Xilu Kingdom sneered, thinking that Zhang Zhe was stubborn.As for Wuling, almost everyone's eyes lit up, except Tang Yan.

Zhang Zhe wrote as soon as he picked up the pen, without any pause, and a five-character poem was written on Xuetao's paper in a short while.

Su Mingyan beside him had bright eyes, took the paper carefully, and then read the five words lightly.

"There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. Yao knows it's not snow, because there is a dark fragrance."

After reading this poem, Su Mingyan felt the fragrance filled his mouth, and couldn't help covering his mouth, as if he couldn't bear the charm of the words to drift away.

Taishou Yan finally took his eyes away from the teacup, and still looked at the opposite side lightly.

"What do you think of this poem?"

The old Xilu looked at each other in embarrassment, but they were reluctant to speak.

Only to hear Princess Yunshang behind the screen speak again.

"There are still six poems, you might as well listen to them before discussing."

At this moment, Su Mingyan picked up a poem that Zhang Zhe had just finished writing.

"Wearing this body in the ice and snow forest is different from peaches and plums mixed with fragrant dust. Suddenly, the fragrance is released overnight, and it disperses into the universe and thousands of miles of spring."

This time, several scholars and lower-level officials in Wuling County responded, and they all cheered loudly.

Everyone in Xilu Kingdom, especially Yi, who satirized Zhang Zhe, felt a little embarrassed on his face.

Zhang Zhe didn't look up, and the pen in his hand never stopped.

After a while, another seven-character poem was written.

"With plums and no snow, there is no spirituality. When there is snow, there is no poetry. People are vulgar. Poetry at sunset is snowy all day long, and it is very spring together with plums."

This time, Wuling scholars and officials applauded louder.

At this time, people also discovered that Su Mingyan's speed of reading manuscripts was not as fast as Zhang Zhe's speed of writing poems.The man actually used his left hand to hand a piece of poem he had just written to Su Mingyan, while the other one he was writing with his right hand was almost finished.

Su Mingyan looked at the poem, her fingers trembling slightly.

"It's very hard to get rid of the dust, so hold on to the rope tightly. If you don't go through a bit of cold, how can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms?"

She recited this poem very quickly, and someone immediately shouted: "There are four poems here, are you ready for the [-] poems?"

Zhang Zhe shook his head to keep his head from being completely occupied by alcohol. He was just handing out the fifth song when Su Mingyan couldn't help reaching for it, and accidentally grabbed Zhang Zhe's wrist.

He turned his drunken eyes, and saw a piece of snow jade leaving quickly from his hand.

Couldn't help murmuring in a low voice: "It's really white."

A wisp of crimson flashed across, Su Mingyan forced himself to restrain his mind, and took the draft of the fifth poem.

"Mei Xue Zhengchun did not agree to come down, and the Sao Ren Pavilion paid a comment. Mei Xuxun's snow is three points white, but Xue loses Mei for a period of fragrance."

While everyone applauded, Su Mingyan saw the words "xue", "white", and "plum", and thought of hearing this person say "so white" to her twice, and couldn't help being stained again for a while. Layers of rosy color.

When the sixth plum poem is read out.

"All the fragrances shake down Duxuanyan, occupying all the scenery to the small garden. Sparse shadows slant horizontally, the water is clear and shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the moon dusk. Frost birds steal their eyes first when they want to go down, and pink butterflies are like knowing their souls. Fortunately, there is a little song to help each other You don't need sandalwood boards and golden bottles."

The lobby of Chuyao Pavilion has become a sea of ​​celebration for Dazheng people.

The man surnamed Xilu Guoyi couldn't help but stood up first, and shouted loudly: "In the eight chapters of our country, there must be a poem. Why do you only write poems, but no words?"

As soon as Pu was quiet here, the sky immediately filled with boiling water, Wuling scholars shouted and cursed loudly, writing lyrics was much more time-consuming than composing poems, but Xilu Kingdom couldn't afford to lose.

But when they saw a servant girl of Princess Yunshang coming out from behind the screen, they seemed to have something to say, so everyone stopped talking.

"My princess said that it is rare to meet such a poetic person. Now my princess is going to Beijing to serve as a saint. If she is lucky enough to have a son in the future, she would like to invite this Zhang Langjun to be the poet of the palace. I don't know what Zhang Langjun wants?"

Hearing these words, some people in the venue were envious and some were not, but only Zhang Zhe and Yan Taishou frowned and looked at the screen.

This woman kills people and kills her heart. She is very powerful.For the person who is favored by the princess of the enemy country, which official will dare to recommend Zhang Zhe in the future?
Seeing Zhang Zhe frowning, Su Mingyan realized that it was really difficult to answer this question.

If you agree, Zhang Zhe will be labeled as Princess Yunshang, and your official career will be cut off; if you don't agree, what virtue and ability do you have as a little boy, dare to despise the royal family?

If she were Zhang Zhe, she could only make one choice at this time: give up the last plum poem, only recognize her lack of talent and learning, and she would not be able to bear the invitation of Princess Yunshang.

Zhang Zhe and Yan Taishou suddenly looked at each other.

He laughed, picked up the pen and wrote, and read out loud by himself: "If you want Mei Ci, how about my Mei Ci? Beside the broken bridge outside the post, there is no one left alone. It's dusk to worry about alone. Facing the wind and rain. I have no intention of struggling for spring, and I will be jealous of all the fragrances. Scattered into mud and dust, only the fragrance remains the same."

After Zhang Zhe finished reading, he threw his pen on the ground, and the whole room was shocked.

(End of this chapter)