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

Chapter 718 What is the plot against Tubo?
Really useless.

Zhou Zhi sat at the back of all the ministers, watched Xu Qi stand up, then respectfully said that he was not as good as Cheng Xingmou, and cursed secretly in his heart.

Seeing Cheng Xingmou's expression of indignation, which turned into surprise, uneasiness, and confusion, Zhou Zhi cursed and cursed in his heart.

Just a word, let the whole storm of doubts completely subside.

The person involved stopped talking, and no one else could exert force.

The battle for the number one scholar has now come to an end, and no one can use this to cause any trouble.

Although Zhou Zhi didn't intervene in this matter at the beginning, he also knew that it was the Lu family of Fan Yang and the Zheng family of Xingyang who worked secretly, which caused the current situation.

It's a pity that the whole thing came to an abrupt end before Lu and Zheng fully exerted their strength.

Fortunately, there are still aftermaths that have not dissipated, so he made this easy move today, but unfortunately, he was easily dismissed by the King of Nanchang.

It's really a pity, if this matter can cause a bigger storm, then it would be great if he did that by taking advantage of this storm.

But even so, today's matter is not over yet.

Zhou Zhi glanced at the crowd, and at this moment, an elderly scholar in his fifties with gray temples came out from behind the banquet table.

"Du Ming of Fenzhou, I have met Li Gong and the King of Nanchang." Du Ming cupped his hands to Li Jingxuan and Li Xuan, and said sincerely: "Today, young elders gather here, and a group of sages gather here. Du has heard about the famous Nanchang King for a long time. , I wonder if it is possible to ask the king of Nanchang to write a Fu to remember the grand occasion."

In an instant, the eyes of countless people fell on Li Xuan.

Li Xuan took a deep look at Du Ming, and in an instant, his face was full of embarrassment. At the same time, he smiled bitterly and said to everyone: "If you write poems and lyrics, I can do it in an instant, but if you write poems, you can do it right away." , Right and wrong, this king is good at it, if he is strong, I am afraid that he may not be able to achieve it all day."

Fu includes long narratives and short lyrical pieces, so they vary in length and word count.

For example, Ban Gu's "Liangdu Fu", Cao Zhi's "Luo Shen Fu", Sima Xiangru's "Shanglin Fu", etc., all of them have more than a thousand characters.

The recently famous "Preface to the Pavilion of the King of Teng" by Wang Bo also has more than 700 characters.

Li Xuan doesn't remember many famous poems through the ages, and it's too difficult to fit the scene together.

Someone is embarrassing him, one only needs to read all the poems that Li Xuan has written before, and you will know that he has never written a fu.

Seeing what Du Ming was still going to say, Li Xuan waved his hands and said with a gentle smile: "Today's matter, the protagonist is not the king, but all of you here. It is inconvenient for the king to take the lead, why not write a poem today How about giving it to you as a souvenir?"

Those present are all smart people, Li Xuan said so far, how could they not understand the strangeness of this.

If I really want Li Xuan to write a poem, it doesn't matter if I do it casually. If I really want to write it well, the whole day will be short. Maybe everyone's eyes will fall on Li Xuan. If nothing else, just like Li Xuan. As Xuan said, it will inevitably overwhelm the guest.

What's more, whoever is doing well today will let the King of Nanchang do a long Fu, and everyone will immediately feel that something is wrong.

Cheng Xingmou stood up first, cupped his hands to Li Xuan, and said, "Thank you, my lord, for your good intentions and profound intentions. We will respectfully listen to your work."

Xu Qi and Zhuge Minghui stood up at the same time, cupped their hands to Li Xuan and said: "We will listen to the masterpiece of the lord."

"Sit down." Li Xuan stretched out his hand to signal, then turned to look at Li Jingxuan, Li Jingxuan nodded solemnly.

Li Xuan signaled lightly, then looked at the crowd, picked up the pen, and swipe on the rice paper.

After finishing writing, Li Xuan passed it to Li Jingxuan who was at the side. Li Jingxuan glanced at it, and couldn't help but read: "The past was so dirty that it wasn't enough to boast, but today's debauchery is boundless. The spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe disease, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day."

Li Jingxuan looked at Li Xuan in surprise, and sighed, "The king of Nanchang is indeed a great talent. After he was admitted to the imperial examination, he became the most talented scholar in the world."

"A man wants to fulfill his life ambitions and read the Five Classics diligently in front of the window." Li Xuan smiled, looked at everyone, and said solemnly: "Everyone, I, the King, will be waiting for you here next year."

Today, although there is the intention of entertaining the middle-ranked scholars, many of them still comfort the fallen scholars and return to the original purpose.

After Li Xuan finished speaking, she raised her wine glass, turned to look at Li Jingxuan, and said respectfully, "Mr. Jingxuan, please!"

"Please!" Li Jingxuan nodded with satisfaction, then looked at the many scholars present, raised his glass and said: "Everyone, please!"

"Please!" Many scholars toasted at the same time, looking at Li Xuan, full of shock and admiration.

……

In the past, there was no way to boast, and now there is no limit to thinking.

The spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, seeing Chang'an flowers in one day.

Zhou Zhi put the rice paper with "After Enrollment" on one side, looked at the pretty Qiniang opposite, and asked, "Do you think the king of Nanchang can do Fu?"

Qiniang put away the rice paper obediently, then placed it on a low table on one side, looked up at the top of the black-covered boat, and said softly: "Such a person with amazing poetry, how could it be possible that he can't write Fu, just Fu It’s just a matter of doing well.”

Although Zhou Zhi didn't want to admit it, he still nodded and said: "The king of Nanchang is amazingly talented. No matter how poor his Fu is, he is much better than ordinary people. It's nothing more than not good enough, and maybe even stronger. That's all."

Qiniang gave Zhou Zhi a cup of warm wine meekly, and then leaned softly by his side.

She looked beyond Zhou Zhi to the outside, Qujiang Pool. She had visited Qujiang Pool when she was young, but she had never been here again since she was banished to the palace.

He never even left the sight of Gongzhong and Jiaofangsi.

It was rare to be allowed to travel to Qujiang with Zhou Lang today, although some of the calculations behind it were disturbing.

Zhou Zhi stretched out his hand to hold Qiniang in his arms, and said softly, "No matter what, let's take this poem by the King of Nanchang and enjoy the lake tour."

"En!" Qiniang responded softly.

Zhou Zhi was sitting in a black-covered boat, looking out at the lake, one after another cruise ship was slowly moving, most of them carried musicians and maikos, some of them were enjoying the music and dancing while drinking and drinking in the boat; , show off coquettishly;

Zhou Zhi's thoughts fell on other places, no matter what happened today, his goal was achieved.

A poem by the king of Nanchang was sung throughout the city in an instant, and more and more people came to Qujiang Pond before they knew it.

It is much more convenient to fish in troubled waters.

I don't know who came this time. It was the Tubo people who communicated with him through the people of the Vientiane Pavilion before, but the Vientiane Pavilion was severely damaged by the King of Nanchang a few days ago, and even their pavilion owner was borrowed by Ming Chongyan. The Chang'an magic circle was hit hard.

So, are they coming from Tibet?

The sky gradually turned dark, and Zhou Zhi's face became more and more ugly. He had clearly made enough marks on the ship, but why didn't people come yet.

Zhou Zhi put one hand on Qiniang's neck and gently stroked it. Qiniang leaned gently into Zhou Zhi's arms, as if she didn't know that her neck would be easily cut off if only Zhou Zhi exerted force. .

But Zhou Zhi never made a move.

Because he knew that if Qiniang really died here, those people in Qinxiangyuan would definitely dig everything out, and they had enough means.

They sent Qiniang, who was never allowed to leave Qinxiang Garden, to his side just to make him obedient.

Just to make him promise that this news will be delivered to the Tubo people today.

They have greater use for this news...

The surrounding cruise ships were gradually dispersing, and Zhou Zhi slowly breathed a sigh of relief. There was nothing he could do if no one came.

Today is just because of the end of the Qujiang Banquet in the Palace Examination, and the curfew was postponed for an hour, it does not mean that there will be no curfew tonight.

Zhou Zhi didn't wait any longer, as soon as the scheduled time came, he immediately got into the carriage and returned to Pingkang Fang, he wanted to send Qiniang back to Qinxiang Garden.

This matter has to be said.

……

Sitting in the carriage, Qiniang raised the window and took a look outside, and said softly: "Mr. Zhou, it's raining."

"Huh?" Zhou Zhi was stunned, and subconsciously followed the car window to look outside, and saw that the entire Chang'an City was silently shrouded in a layer of rain.

Drizzle, spring rain.

"Spring rain is as expensive as oil!" Zhou Zhi sighed softly, then retracted his gaze, and when he turned his head, he froze in place.

Qiniang had passed out at some point, and next to Qiniang, squatting was a short-bearded man wearing an ocher double-breasted robe who had appeared at some point. The man was holding a short knife in his hand, and his face was covered with blood. He looked at Zhou Zhi playfully.

"Hero, spare your life, spare your life." Zhou Zhi immediately raised his hands, his face full of panic.

Although he has a little cultivation, he is a civil servant, and he is not good at killing at all.

The visitor looked at Zhou Zhi with a sneer, and snorted disdainfully: "You should know what I'm here for, is it something?"

The corners of Zhou Zhi's eyes twitched wildly, but he still asked innocently: "Hero, what are you talking about, what are you...whatever you want, I have everything here."

While speaking, Zhou Zhi quickly took out the money bag, sachet, waist card, and all the accessories on his body, but there were no such things as the visitor said.

The face of the visitor suddenly became gloomy.

But then, he suddenly came to his senses, and then he carefully took out a blue money bag from his body, threw it directly, and said in a deep voice: "The money you want is all in there, you can count it yourself, and there will be no difference."

Zhou Zhi's expression suddenly became solemn, he carefully picked up the money bag, and opened it in front of the visitor.

There are a total of thirty chapters, each of which is a thousand bills.

The money order belongs to the largest Tongyuan cabinet shop in Chang'an. This kind is very special. Only the money order is accepted for deposit and withdrawal, no person is recognized, and no certificate is required.

The most important thing is the number inside, which is not wrong at all.

Zhou Zhi finally breathed a sigh of relief. He picked out a wooden hairpin among the ornaments with the tail finger of his right hand, and then looked at the person who came.

The visitor immediately relaxed, then carefully picked up the wooden hairpin, and looked up at Zhou Zhi.

Zhou Zhi twisted his hands, and the visitor immediately understood.

However, he didn't open the wooden hairpin immediately. For such a short wooden hairpin, even if the information is clear, the font must be extremely small.

As soon as he backhanded, the wooden hairpin was gone.

Looking up slightly, the visitor saw Zhou Zhi looking at him warily.

He smiled, waved his hands, and said softly, "Don't worry, we will still need you in the future."

After saying a word, the visitor immediately opened the car window and was about to jump out, but at the moment he was about to jump out, a cold arrow shot coldly from the front.

In an instant, the long arrow brushed against his neck and flew directly into the heavy rain behind him.

A crisp sound of horseshoes "tapping" on the rainy long street.

In the blur, a figure came.

(End of this chapter)