There is a kind of scholar

Chapter 929: Who told you to provoke him?It's okay now!
"Lori's father?"

Su Xian was surprised and said with a smile: "Looking at his appearance, he is more than qualified to be a loli's grandpa."

Yang Ruoxian claimed to be Su Xian's guide. Seeing Su Xian's doubts, he explained seriously: "The old prime minister is old-hearted and has many children. Luo Li is a daughter who comes to old age."

"That's it." Su Xian nodded.

The howling of wolves at the banquet remained the same, and seemed to be getting worse.

Most of the princes, grandsons and celebrities who came here to meet him were so "oppressed" by Su Xian that they could not even say a few words to the girls, not to mention establishing a relationship.

Now, the old Prime Minister regards his daughter as a "prize", giving them hope, especially those who are talented. Their eyes are shining when they look at Luo Li!
It has to be said that Luo Li is not as good as Yang Ruoxian in any aspect, but they also have self-awareness, so Yang Ruoxian doesn't have to think about it.

Put aside this layer of delusion and look at Luo Li again, eh, not bad, really good, petite figure, beautiful face, bright big eyes, what is this if not a beauty?
"Then I am really so relieved? What if someone is good at poetry and can be liked by him, but what if that person has bad character? Doesn't this delay Loli?"

Su Xian asked.

Yang Ruoxian pursed her lips and smiled slightly:

"Young Master Su doesn't know something. Although the old Prime Minister is old, he is not old and confused. He was also like this in previous years. Most of his daughters chose their husbands in this way."

"However, after today, the old country will secretly observe the chosen son-in-law. If he performs well in all aspects, he will take the initiative to come to the door, even if he doesn't marry him."

"If the son-in-law he chooses is not what he wants, he will deny the marriage, saying that he is drunk and cannot do what he says."

Su Xian laughed and said: "Can you still operate like this? You are indeed mature and thick-skinned."

……

Poetry goes on.

Enthusiasm is palpable.

Every now and then a stunning poem is written.

Of course, most of those who can write good poems are celebrities and elegant scholars who come here because of their reputation. They really tried their best to win the attention of Emperor Chu.

As for the young masters, they were always a bit lacking. Although there were a few who were quite talented, the number was still too small.

Emperor Chu became more and more satisfied, thinking that today was another good harvest. Long Yan was so happy that he announced in public: "Today, if anyone can win the title of Shangsi Shikui, I will allow him..."

Emperor Chu drawled his voice.

It seems that he has not thought about what reward he should give.

Suddenly, the ministers, princes, grandsons, celebrities, and even Su Xian all pricked up their ears to listen to what the Emperor of Chu had to say.

"I will grant him... the position of editor of the Hanlin Academy!" Emperor Chu announced in front of everyone.

"Hanlin editor!" The scene caused a violent sensation.

"Isn't that a position that only the top three in the imperial examination are eligible to be awarded!" Not to mention the celebrities who came specifically for this purpose, even the ministers present were moved in their hearts.

Although the positions of Hanlin editors were small, they were promoted quickly, and most of the prime ministers were from the Hanlin Academy.

It can be said that the reward of Emperor Chu is really attractive, especially those celebrities and refined scholars, whose eyes are all red, and they are determined to win it.

On the other side, Su Xian's heart also moved violently.

Hanlin Academy, in charge of the royal library.

He still remembered that a few days ago, he read in a book in the Yang Mansion Library that the founding emperor of Southern Chu was General Jinwuwei of the Daqian Dynasty.

After establishing the Southern Chu Empire, he wrote an autobiography. Su Xian concluded that the autobiography must contain many secrets of the Daqian Dynasty.

It must include more information about the former prince.

Because the reason why the palace maid was able to smuggle the former prince out of the palace was because of the help of the founding emperor of Nan Chu...

He is someone who has experienced it firsthand.

He must know more information!

Su Xian couldn't help but look up at Emperor Chu. The reward from Emperor Chu reminded him that that day, he had the idea of ​​"sneaking into the Nanchu Palace to investigate."

Now it seems...well, Su Xian fell into deep thought.

……

Poetry goes on.

The current banquet is even more lively than before.

Emperor Chu's prizes were much richer than those of the old prime minister. People worked hard to express themselves and show off their talents.

Su Xian was still sitting there meditating, and at the same time, he was also a little entangled.

To be honest, he wanted to take this opportunity to go to the Hanlin Academy in Nanchu openly.

It would be great if he could find the autobiography of the founding emperor of Nan Chu... He has never forgotten that the most important task of coming to Nan Chu this time is to find the whereabouts of the former prince.

He didn't want to miss this opportunity now.

However, the worst thing is that he had told Emperor Chu before that he was not good at poetry, which meant that he had lost his own way... What should he do now?
Just at this time, among the talented people, a man named "Zhang Gao" appeared as the finale and composed a breathtaking poem. Thunderous applause erupted at the banquet.

"Eh."

Countless people shook their heads, looking lonely, and sighed: "Master Zhang finally took action. After he takes action, we can only stand aside."

"Mr. Zhang has a rich family background. He was familiar with ancient poems at the age of three, studied the Book of Songs at the age of five, and memorized it by heart at the age of nine..."

"We are heartily convinced by our defeat at the hands of Mr. Zhang."

"Only people like Mr. Zhang are worthy of His Majesty's gift. Let's not even think about Hanlin editors."

"And the old Prime Minister's daughter, you see, she seems to be a good match for Mr. Zhang."

"..."

The Emperor and Queen of Chu, as well as the ministers present, also praised Zhang Gao's poetic talent.

The old Prime Minister squinted his eyes and looked at Zhang Gao carefully. Unconsciously, a chrysanthemum-like smile appeared on his face, and he nodded secretly.

When Luo Li saw this, she felt anxious. She was panicked, ashamed, anxious, and afraid. She didn't know Mr. Zhang at all, and she didn't want to marry that man.

In a hurry, Luo Li caught a glimpse of Su Xian in the distance, but she also knew that Su Xian could not compose poetry, so she could only purse her lips and lower her head in silence.

Yang Zong, Yang Ruoxian and other members of the Yang family felt inexplicably uncomfortable. If Emperor Chu had not intervened in the Shangsi Poetry Club, talents like Zhang Gao would have belonged to their Yang family.

However, Yang Ruoxian quickly cheered up. Zhang Gao's poetic talent was indeed amazing, but could it be used as food?Can you help her great-uncle treat his illness?

Yang Ruoxian has been running the family's tea business all year round and has traveled extensively. She is no longer a lady in the ordinary sense. She is more realistic.

Mr. Zhang Gao was really proud of himself. Both the Emperor of Chu and the Queen were full of praise for him. In his eyes, the position of editor of the Hanlin Academy was already a prize in Langzhong.

With everyone watching, he was preparing to accept the invitation from Emperor Chu to pay homage at a close distance and receive the gift.

But just as he turned around, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Su Xian.

"Su Zhe!"

Zhang Gao gritted his teeth.

He hated Su Xian especially. During the spring outing in Aishan, if Su Xian hadn't made trouble, he might have won over a certain girl with his personal talent.

With a thought in his mind, Zhang Gaoyuan stopped, turned around, and stared at Su Xian with unkind eyes.

He held his head high, puffed out his chest, and said with a smile:

"Hey, Mr. Su is still here. I thought that Mr. Su was not good at poetry and had already left in shame. From this point of view, I underestimated the thickness of Mr. Su's face."

"..."

After everyone heard this, the atmosphere of the banquet suddenly became subtle.

The Emperor of Chu remained calm; the Queen remained expressionless; the ministers secretly laughed in their hearts; the talented men and young masters behind Zhang Gao started making noises one after another, saying that this was a Shangsi Poetry Party, not a dinner party, and it was really embarrassing for Su Xian to stay here.

Yang Zong, Yang Ruoxian and other members of the Yang family looked anxious, Su Xian was their distinguished guest, how could they allow others to laugh at him wantonly?

Especially Yang Ruoxian's attitude towards Zhang Gao has dropped to freezing point...

The girls behind the exquisite screen hid behind the screen and watched. Their eyes were complicated. They were happy that the big devil was being ridiculed, but they also felt that the big devil was a little pitiful...

As the person involved, Su Xian's heart suddenly moved.

He didn't care at all about Zhang Gao's ridicule, he was just a clown, and he could slap him with a random poem.

What he was happy about was that this was an opportunity, an opportunity to sneak into the Nanchu Imperial Palace, or to be precise, to sneak into the Nanchu Hanlin Academy.

He was seen deep in thought, then suddenly stood up and reported to the Emperor and Queen of Chu in the distance:
"Your Majesty, the Queen, Cao Min also has a poem about wine here. Although I don't dare to exaggerate, Cao Min can say that Mr. Zhang's poem is far inferior to Cao Min's poem."

"presumptuous!"

A young master Wang Sun stepped forward, pointed at Su Xian from a distance and scolded:

"You just told His Majesty that you are not good at poetry, and I have heard it with your own ears. Why are you doing it now? You are deceiving the emperor!"

Emperor Chu's face suddenly became extremely ugly. He was the noble Emperor of Southern Chu, and Su Zhe was just a common man, but this common man dared to lie to him and seek death.

Seeing that something was wrong, the Queen secretly took Emperor Chu's hand and tried to mediate: "Master Su, why is this happening?"

"Your Majesty, the Queen, to be honest, ordinary people are indeed not good at poetry. That poem was actually written by a friend." Su Xian continued to explain:

"Although ordinary people are not good at poetry, they can appreciate it. The ordinary people can't stand how conceited Mr. Zhang is, so they bring out the poems of their friends and let Mr. Zhang see how high the sky is and how thick the earth is."

"..."

After everyone heard this, they subconsciously thought of a question——

Whenever someone says "I have a friend", they are most likely talking about themselves. The poem Su Zhe said that surpassed Zhang Gao must have been written by Su Xian himself!
But as a result, Emperor Chu was unhappy. Wasn't this looking down on him, the Emperor of Southern Chu?

Emperor Chu looked very ugly.

Fortunately, he could still listen to the queen's words, and Yang Zong also helped. Although Emperor Chu still had some energy left in his heart, he nodded and said:

"In that case, then write that poem. I want to see how you suppress Zhang Gao. If you commit the crime of deceiving the emperor again, I will never forgive you."

"The common people thank Your Majesty and the Queen."

Su Xian walked to the desk beside him, laid out paper, splashed ink, and brushed his pen with great posture.

Zhang Gao, as well as the young masters, celebrities and elegant scholars behind him, all looked disdainful. In their opinion, if Su Xian really had better poems, why not publish them from the beginning?But wait until now?

The Emperor of Chu remained motionless; the Queen had some expectations; and the ministers sneered. Even if Su Zhe's poetry was unparalleled and he entered the court, he would be ostracized by their joint efforts.

Yang Zong, Yang Ruoxian and other members of the Yang family had complicated moods again, especially Yang Ruoxian. She didn't understand why Su Xian suddenly wanted to write poetry and risk being guilty of deceiving the emperor.

Could it be that he still thought it would be better to defect to Emperor Chu?

Yang Ruoxian felt inexplicably disappointed.

However, on the other hand, she hopes to see this scene. Why is she holding this poetry meeting?Isn't it just to experience Su Xian's poetic talent?
She quickly gathered her thoughts and walked to Su Xian. While watching Su Xian splash ink, she recited in a clear and pleasant voice:
"Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning."

"Don't you see Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow."

"..."

After only reciting two sentences, Yang Ruoxian's voice trembled.

Good... what a poem!
The majestic atmosphere and lofty artistic conception swept away the emptiness, glitz and depression accumulated in the previous poetry meeting, making people feel refreshed and intoxicated.

During the entire banquet, there was no sound except Yang Ruoxian's voice.

Even the always enigmatic Emperor Chu looked at Su Xian with a shocked expression, let alone others.

Of course, the ones with the most exaggerated expressions, besides Yang Ruoxian and Zhang Gao, were the girls hiding behind the exquisite screen. Their eyes were widened with disbelief on their faces, and their mouths were wide enough to stuff an egg in. .

Yang Ruoxian calmed down and continued to read aloud:
"You must be happy in life, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon."

"I was born to be useful, and I will come back after the money is gone."

"It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter oxen, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time."

"Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will drink wine, don't stop drinking."

"Sing a song with Jun, please listen to me."

"The bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, but I hope I won't wake up after being drunk."

"The sages and sages in ancient times were all lonely, only the drinkers kept their names."

"King Chen used to feast in peace and joy, and fight for ten thousand wines and banter."

"Why does the master say that he has little money, and he has to sell it to the king."

"Five-flowered horses, thousands of golden furs, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrows with you."

"..."

The poem is over.

There was no sound at the banquet.

The crowd remained motionless, like a group of stone sculptures.

Everyone is recalling the poetic artistic conception that is bold and unrestrained, deep and powerful, open and closed, hearty and full of emotion.

The shock caused by this poem in people's hearts is like the rolling water of the Yangtze River, one wave after another, continuous.

"Nice poem!"

Someone shouted, bringing everyone back to reality.

The anger in Emperor Chu's eyes had completely dissipated. He turned sideways, looked at Su Xian and praised: "It is indeed a good poem. This poem should be the top one today, but I don't know what the name of this poem is?"

"Your Majesty, this poem is called "Journey into the Wine" and was written by a mountain hermit named Li Bai." Su Xian replied.

Yang Ruoxian, the Queen, and the group of girls behind the screen all smiled knowingly after hearing this, and said to themselves: "Young Master Su is humble."

Since ancient times, some people are happy and others are sad. Zhang Gao, the princes, ministers, etc. have very complicated moods. Unexpectedly, Su Xian really has a skill.

Although they were extremely reluctant, the Emperor of Chu had already announced that "Jianjinjiu" would be the winner today, and it was a foregone conclusion, so they had no choice but to accept it.

What do others think, except Zhang Gao, who really wants to slap himself in the face.

Why bother provoking that Su Zhe for nothing?
Well now, Shikui, who originally belonged to him, was taken away by Su Zhesheng.

He hated himself so much, he regretted it so much. If he was given another chance, he would never provoke that Su Zhe.

However, the matter was a foregone conclusion, and there was no regret in the world. Zhang Gao had no choice but to accept this cruel fact.

The beauty of Hanlin editors is gone!

(End of this chapter)