People in the early Tang Dynasty: I compete with Wu Zhao for the throne

Chapter 717

Outside the Qujiang Pavilion, the voices of the crowded crowd gradually quieted down.

Li Xuan looked calmly at the short couples on both sides, a new scholar in neat official uniform, a failed student with a tired look and eyes full of envy, everyone's eyes gradually showed a trace of fear.

I was in the crowd just now, and I didn't know who it was, and suddenly shouted "fraud in the imperial examination", and the whole Qujiang banquet suddenly seemed to be fried.

Among the scattered, there are also words such as "the number one scholar Xu Qi".

Xu Qi, who was sitting in front of him, had already turned pale from fright.

At this time, Li Xuan stood up, then took a step forward, stood in front of the officials, looked towards the noisy place, and looked everywhere.

His eyes glanced at Zhou Zhi, who was slightly behind, with a playful expression on his face, and then looked away.

Under the cold gaze, the voice gradually became quieter.

Holding the wine glass, Zhou Zhi looked at everything with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

……

Li Xuan turned around and faced Li Jingxuan, the Minister of the Ministry of Officials who was sitting in front of the pavilion, cupped his hands and said: "Mr. Jingxuan, at the Qujiang Banquet, has always had a style of reciting poems. He narrates his heart freely, discusses between scholars, looks for chapters and sentences, and composes poems to express his feelings." "Today, all living beings are very kind, according to the officials, we might as well ask Zhuangyuan Lang, Bangyan and Tanhua to write a poem and compare them with each other, so as to solve the doubts of all living beings."

Whether it is a scholar of the Tang Dynasty or a commoner, when commenting on the talent of a Jinshi, he always only looks at his poems, and does not look at posting scriptures and policy theories.

But that's fine, as long as they compose poems, they can determine who is the best, and I don't know how much trouble will be saved.

Li Xuan turned around slowly, looked at the Jinshi and said: "All the students present, if there is anyone who feels that he can surpass the other three, he can directly show his poems in front of everyone; If there is any wrongdoing, this king will personally reverse the case for you; but if you are messing around..."

"Then deprive him of his qualifications for the imperial examination for three years." Li Jingxuan added indifferently.

Li Jingxuan has served as Minister of the Ministry of Officials for three years, the emperor would not let one person serve as Minister of the Ministry of Officials for too long, and he cultivated too many cronies in this way.

In one sentence, Li Jingxuan clearly told everyone that if someone messed around, then he would never have a chance to be elected when he was the Minister of the Ministry of Officials.

Those who know the rules of the officialdom are even more aware that if you are rejected by this Minister of the Ministry of Officials this time, then the next Minister of the Ministry of Officials will not be admitted, because none of them know that you will be admitted in the future. , is it still gibberish.

In a word, if someone really talks nonsense, his future will be ruined.

"Then let's start," Li Xuan immediately looked at Cheng Xingmou, Xu Qi and Zhuge Minghui who were on the side.

There was a waiter in the back, who brought the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The leader, Cheng Xingmou, bowed slightly to Li Xuan, then slowly sat down and began to think.

A waiter had already arrived in front of everyone present with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Anyone who dared to compete with Cheng Xingmou, Xu Qi, and Zhuge Minghui in poetry, someone would immediately bring the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

However, as the pens, inks, paper and inkstones passed by in front of everyone, no one dared to reach out for the pens and ink.

Scholars who have already won Jinshi naturally dare not speak nonsense anymore, because they know that if they can't get along with the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, it means they can't get along with their entire career in official career. No one dares to do such things casually.

Only among the failed candidates, some people in twos and threes began to write.

Zhuge Minghui was the calmest among the three, a poem was ready in the blink of an eye.

Today's Qujiang banquet, reciting poems and composing Fu is a common thing, so these students are naturally prepared in their hearts.

When the poem written by Zhuge Minghui fell into the hands of Li Xuan, the eyes of countless scholars present fell on Li Xuan at the same time.

If Zhuge Minghui didn't do enough, then someone would immediately pounce on him and reprimand him for inappropriateness.

As soon as it starts, countless people will pounce on it immediately.

Literati look down on each other, even if there is a similar difference, he can still belittle you.

Some crazy students are not even considered by Confucius, so Zhuge Minghui's poem needs to be of sufficient level.

Li Xuan nodded lightly, then handed the poem in his hand to Li Jingxuan.

Li Jingxuan glanced at it, nodded in satisfaction, then handed it back, and said in a deep voice, "Nian,"

Standing behind Li Jingxuan was his son, Li Sichong.

Li Sichong took Zhuge Minghui's poem, glanced at it, and then his expression suddenly relaxed.

I heard Li Sichong read in a deep voice: "Zhuge Minghui wrote:

In the early days, the clothes faced the court, and the devotion was diligent and sincere.At this time, there are many opportunities and leisure, which is suitable for the festive season.

Quchi is clean and cold, and Rhododendron Shu Jinying.The universe is full of fresh air, and the autumn light of the Taidian Hall is clear.

The government and the field look forward to a good year, and there will be more joy in the high meeting.Always cherish the precept of no waste, good men share the same love. "

Looking forward to a prosperous year in the court and the field, there will be more cheers... After listening to the last sentence, everyone's brows were tightly frowned.

Zhuge Minghui's poems are not easy to surpass. Many people have good poems in their hearts, but few are sure to surpass them.

At this time, Xu Qi also completed his poems.

After Li Xuan and Li Jingxuan read it one after another, they finally handed it over to Li Sichong.

I saw Li Sichong, looking at the poem in front of him, and slowly said: "Xu Qie's poem:
The spring is clear by the water pavilion, and the fairy apricot hair is in the south garden.The wind is blooming at the beginning of dawn, and the scenery is full of fragrant fragrance.

The brilliance faces Yumo, and the color faces the empty door.The wild snow is far away, and the mountain smoke is near by.

The land is divided into deer gardens, and Jingsheng is like a peach garden.It's a new sunny day, and Fang Zhi spends colorful mandarin ducks. "

Spring is based on the water pavilion, and the fairy apricot is sent to the South Garden.

The opening sentence of Xu Qizhi's poem quickly caught the attention of others, which surprised people.

Xu Qizhi's poems, describing the feelings and scenery, almost brought to life the entire Qujiang Pavilion, Qujiang Garden, and the entire Qujiang Pond.

Even Li Xuan, who has always been strict, couldn't help but nodded.

……

A piece of rice paper was placed in front of Li Xuan's eyes, and Li Xuan's brows jumped wildly at just one glance. This poem was actually written by Cheng Xingmou.

After Li Jingxuan took it, he glanced at it, showing surprise at the same time.

Although Cheng Xingmou's previous poems were quite good, compared with others, they always felt inadequate. But today's poem is astonishing as soon as it comes into view.

Under the eyes of everyone, Li Sichong finally spoke slowly: "Cheng Xingmou's poem:

The north bank of the Qujiang River is dry by railings, and the water surface is cloudy, and there are people with broken feet.There are many green robes on the dusty road, and the wind pavilion stands for a long time with white beard and cold.

Shi Cheng secretly remembers, Shan Haoyao steals sick eyes.Who would believe that he is a Lang Guan if he is not sealed by Ma premise? "

All the people present were the elites of the Tang Dynasty. Cheng Xingmou's poem had silently incorporated today's events into the poem.

Shi Cheng secretly remembers, Shan Haoyao steals sick eyes.

Darkness, idleness, stealing, sickness, the four words, the person who is ridiculed can hardly hold his head up.

Who would believe that he is a Lang Guan if he is not sealed by Ma premise?
Everyone talked about cheating, but in fact everyone knew that all of this was aimed at Cheng Xingmou's champion.

Although some people dissatisfied with Cheng Xingmou's champion, many admired him.

But in the eyes of everyone, Xu Qi is the only one who can say that Cheng Xingmou is stable.

After all, before the test, although both of them had literary names, they were not outstanding.

Before the test, the real limelight was He Zhizhang from Li Xuan's residence.

He Zhizhang's talent is peerless, plus two uncles worked in the Hongwen Museum, and one of his cousins ​​was an official servant. He even became Li Jiancheng's prince Zhongsheren, and the prince washed the horse.

Originally, it seemed that the future was bright, but suddenly, He Deren died of illness, and it was also because he avoided the ensuing Xuanwu Gate Change.

But no matter what, He Zhizhang's two uncles have been working as bachelors of Hongwenguan for many years, and they can't make any progress.

Not only that, but even He Zhizhang was forced to give up the imperial examination this time because of his hidden prince affairs.

Of course, although it is said that He Zhizhang is the number one scholar, those are all poem titles, and the imperial examination never looks at poem titles.

How many poets are talented and talented, but they fail the imperial examinations many times.

He Zhizhang said that he has the talent of the number one scholar, but if he really knows how to pass the imperial examination, he might not even be able to enter the third place.

Li Xuan also didn't understand why people from Chang'an like to use poetic names to name people, such as Cheng Xingmou and Xu Qi now.

Xu Qi's poems have always been gorgeous in terms of words, and his imagination is extremely magnificent, but among the three poems, the one that people remember the most is Cheng Xingmou's "The Qujiang Bank is leaning on the railing to the north, and the water surface is cloudy and the sun is broken.".

Li Xuan raised her head to look at Li Jingxuan, cupped her hands and suggested, "Mr. Li, why don't you send these three poems to the palace, Qujiang feasts all living beings to compose poems, with brilliant literary talents, and you should also present them to Your Majesty, Queen of Heaven, and congratulate me as a newcomer to the Tang Dynasty Come forth in large numbers, talents are continuous, and there is an image of a prosperous age."

"The king of Nanchang's words are very kind." Li Jingxuan stroked the long beard on his chin, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "That's it, Sichong, you personally send these three poems to Danfeng's sect."

"Here!" Li Sichong immediately cupped his hands, then looked up at Li Xuan.

Li Xuan smiled lightly and nodded slightly, Li Sichong immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked quickly towards the Qujiang Pavilion.

Seeing this scene, many of the Jinshi present and the unsuccessful scholars looked extremely complicated. Wang Da of Nanchang's move was equivalent to directly dispelling all doubts about Cheng Xingmou's number one scholar.

Even Xu Qi had a complicated look on his face.

Xu Qi raised his head subconsciously, and saw Li Xuan looking at him solemnly.

Xu Qi immediately trembled in his heart, as if a basin of cold water was being poured over his head, a thought flashed in his mind: no good, someone used him as a gun today.

Xu Qi didn't know what happened in the Zichen Palace, but later someone tried to make Cheng Xingmou unworthy, and he was unworthy of being the champion. Xu Qi was the one who was really elected. Although Xu Qi vaguely sensed something was wrong, he didn't stop it. , because he also has hope in his heart.

But now, everything is clear, Cheng Xingmou's talent is not inferior to him, even faintly above him.

Although Xu Qi was still a little unwilling, he had already been persuaded in his heart.

Putting aside his delusions, he immediately came to his senses.

The matter involved is not just his battle for the number one scholar, but also the battle between the aristocratic family and the poor family.

Even though the Xu family in Anlu was not as good as the Xu family in Wujun, they still had several high-ranking officials.

Qiao Guogong, Xu Shao, Governor of Jingzhou; Anlu County Duke, Crown Prince Sheren, Xu Shan, Governor of Xuancheng;

Although he was involved in some hidden prince affairs back then, he was still reused in the current government...

Xu Qi suddenly felt a chill all over his body, he suddenly thought of Prince Yin and He Zhizhang, and now he finally fully understood where he lost Cheng Xing's plan.

Compared to He Zhizhang, he was already extremely lucky. At least he still had the chance to take part in the imperial examination, ranked second in the list, and was appointed to the Hongwen Museum, but He Zhizhang didn't even have the chance to be on the imperial list.

If he continues to be coerced by others and make the emperor angry, then the consequences...

Thinking of this, Xu Qi stood up solemnly, clasped his hands to Li Xuan and Li Jingxuan, and said, "Brother Cheng is a talented writer, and now he has improved to a higher level, and I am very impressed..."

The whole Qujiang Banquet was truly quiet.

(End of this chapter)