Imperial County Magistrate

Chapter 93 The First Literary Fight

I have to say that Zhao Kang’s appearance was actually not handsome, and even a little embarrassing.
Everyone looked at him. The inside of his coat was in a mess. There was even a corner tucked into his trousers, but the waistband of his trousers was not tied properly. He looked more like a tigress who had caught him in a brothel and ran away in a hurry.

In addition, what he and Qin Yufeng said spread to everyone's ears!Everyone stared blankly at the savior and couldn't help but murmur in their hearts.

Is this guy here to be funny?

Zhao Kang seemed to realize that everyone was looking at him. Zhao Kang patted Qin Yufeng, who was still trying to tidy up his clothes, and slowed down.

You have to slow down at this time, otherwise it will damage your image of being wise and powerful.

Qin Yufeng understood this and immediately showed the unique temperament of the three great nobles in the imperial capital. She followed Zhao Kang with a light step and a smile without showing her teeth.

"This bastard!"

Seeing Zhao Kang's appearance, Her Majesty's face turned cloudy.

King Chen clicked his tongue: "Who is this person? If he dares to show his face at this time, he must be quite capable, but he is just a little reckless."

The princess on the side said quickly: "Father, he is Teacher Zhao."

"Is he Zhao Kang?" The three old princes were a little surprised.

It looks like he has no head and six arms, can he do it?

The most surprised person was the female general Ye Hongxue, who watched Zhao Kang slowly walk forward step by step, waving to the people around him from time to time, although no one paid attention to him.

When Zhao Kang approached, he found that many officials were looking at him with complicated expressions. Unexpectedly, it was this guy who stood up in the end.

Especially the disciples of several masters and masters, their hearts were filled with mixed feelings.

His own teacher's cowardice has become a laughing stock among the scholars, but this person, who could be said to have been kicked out of the court by his own teacher, now appears to help them regain the dignity of scholars in the Qian Kingdom.

The guards did not dare to stop them at all and gave way to Zhao Kang and the others. When they reached the middle of the field, Zhao Kang bowed and saluted Her Majesty the Empress.

"Your Majesty, Zhao Kang, a common man, is willing to fight for the country and fight for his country. I sincerely ask Your Majesty, the Empress, for permission!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people watching burst into cheers.

"Grandma's! Someone finally came out, Mr. Zhao, come on!"

"That's right, on weekdays, all those officials have their eyes set on the top, and they always do this and that to the scholars. When something happens, none of them can help, and we, the common people, have to take action!"

"Come on Mr. Zhao!"

"Let them take a good look at how good we are at doing our countrymen!"

Listening to the call ringing in her ears, Xiao Linglong took a deep breath and revealed a stunning smile, which made Zhao Kang's eyes widen.

"allow!"

Anyway, here he comes!

"The grassroots obey!"

In an instant, the shouts were loud, and Guo Fengyu, the wine sacrificer on the stage, was extremely excited: "I am the person who will fight in the literary world, Zhao Kang!"

"Zhao Kang, please come to Your Highness!"

Xiao Xuance waved his hands excitedly, as if Zhao Kang was his pet.

Ning Wang Xiao Feiyu also stood up: "Old Zhao, don't let us down! It all depends on you!"

Zhao Kang smiled softly and turned around to face a pair of puzzled and somewhat sullen eyes.

Female general Ye Hongxue.

Zhao Kang sighed inwardly and showed an apologetic look.

Sorry!
Immediately turned around and walked towards Wen Dou Tai.

Although Qin Yufeng was used to big scenes, she couldn't help but feel nervous and quickly followed Zhao Kang onto the stage.

Both sides of the literary struggle each have their own plan.Zhao Kang sat down and Qin Yufeng was beside him.

Looking at the calm Zhao Kang, Zhang Sheng could not help but nod secretly. He knew that his opponent was him but he was still calm and composed, which shows that he is extraordinary.

Zhang Sheng will not look down on Zhao Kang because he is young. This civil war is of great importance. He, Zhang Sheng, is responsible for the tasks of three countries.

So no matter who the opponent is, he will go all out!
Closing his eyes slightly, Zhang Sheng smiled and said, "If there is nothing else, you can start."

Hearing this, Guo Fengyu hurriedly looked at Zhao Kang. As an important minister of the Qian Kingdom, he naturally wanted to face the Qian Kingdom, "Zhao Kang, what else do you want to prepare?"

"No need." Zhao Kang said calmly.

Li Muqing laughed when he heard this.

This was not the first time he met Zhao Kang, and he immediately sarcastically said: "Young Master Zhao doesn't stay in the noble hall to do business, how dare you come to fight with us?"

Zhao Kang looked calm: "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the country. Although I, Zhao Kang, am a commoner and a businessman, I am still in a low position and dare not forget about my country. Why don't I dare?"

Zhang Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, with admiration and admiration mixed in his eyes: "What a humble person who dares not to worry about the country, what a country that rises and falls and everyone is responsible for it. It seems that Mr. Zhao is the one who wrote those poems in the Noble Hall?"

Zhao Kang did not deny it.

The Qianguo side in the audience was very excited. They all heard Zhang Sheng's words and even though they were opponents, they praised Zhao Kang.

It shows that Zhao Kang has real talent and learning!
Ye Hongxue felt bad. She stared at Zhao Kang on the stage, but she didn't believe that Zhao Kang could really defeat Zhang Sheng, and she was even more angry in her heart.

This pervert, knowing that he was involved in this literary fight, actually came out to disrupt the situation!

An opening.

Li Muqing was undoubtedly at a disadvantage, and he snorted coldly: "Okay, let me see what you are capable of, Your Highness!"

The host Guo Fengyu stood up: "I now announce that the literary battle has officially begun. There are three literary battles in total, with two wins out of three. The first battle is poetry."

After saying that, the assistant brought a wooden box, and Guo Fengyu reached out to grab the question.

Everyone didn't dare to blink and looked at Lao Jijiu.

Finally Guo Fengyu grabbed a piece of paper.

Spreading it out for everyone to watch, the assistant immediately announced: "The first battle poem is titled Ju."

Many people lowered their heads and pondered.

Liu Hanlong, King of Han Dynasty of Qi State, raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his face was obvious: "Since the title is chrysanthemum? Hahaha, don't they know that Mr. Zhang only loves chrysanthemums among all flowers?"

Sure enough, many officials who were familiar with Zhang Sheng changed their expressions when they heard this question, and they all suspected that Guo Fengyu on the stage was an undercover agent.

Everyone knows that Zhang Sheng loved the elegance of chrysanthemums, and countless poems about chrysanthemums have been passed down to the world.

Zhao Kang is in danger with this question!
Listening to everyone's discussion, Xiao Xuance laughed and asked: "Your Majesty, that old guy is good at writing chrysanthemums?"

Xiao Linglong did not answer, and all the nerves in her body were tense. However, Ming Wang Xiao Feiting opened his mouth to answer the question: "Among the hundreds of flowers, Saint Zhang especially loves chrysanthemums. When writing about chrysanthemums, it can be said that no one in the world can beat me. I am afraid that I will lose this first game." "

A voice sounded from the stage.

Guo Fengyu said: "Please ask both parties to write poems, and it will take time to burn incense."

Writing poetry is not easy, and it is even more difficult to write a good poem within one stick of incense.

But Zhang Sheng, who was opposite him, looked calm. He smiled and glanced at Zhao Kang with his pen: "Mr. Zhao, I won't be polite in this round."

"It's unclear who will win. Old gentleman, please help yourself."

Zhao Kang also smiled, writing poetry?

It’s true that I’m not good at it, sir, but I can fucking copy poems!Tao Yuanming, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Li Shangyin and even the poet Li Taibai, just tell me who you can beat!

(End of this chapter)