Rebirth of the Tang Dynasty's strongest consort

Chapter 363
The Jingyang bell rang three times, and Bai Jian, who had entered the Hanyuan Hall before, paced out, stood in front of the hall with a broom in her hand, and shouted loudly: "All the ministers are going to court!"

Hearing the reminder, the civil and military classes moved forward in unison, while Fang Yiai and other ten new subjects followed Wen Banchen and walked slowly into the Hanyuan Hall.

For the sake of receiving the envoys from the foreign countries, the Hanyuan Hall was specially decorated. The royal hall, which was already magnificent, exuded a bit of solemnity in addition to being dignified.

Li Shimin sat on the dragon coat, looked sideways at Fang Yiai, and secretly spat: "What a handsome Fang, but Saipan'an is here, but he's a bit more slippery."

The ten Jinshi stood at the corner of the hall, neither entering nor retreating. The eldest grandson, who was holding back his bad luck, made a plan and quietly stretched out his hands to push Fang Yiai, thinking in his heart that he would embarrass the number one scholar.

Being pushed and shoved by Changsun Jin, Fang Yiai's eyes flashed a trace of displeasure, and she shrugged her shoulders suddenly, knocking Changsun Jin into a stagger, if it wasn't for the quick response of Tanhualang behind , I am afraid that the second place has already fallen to the ground.

Seeing Fang Yiai's ten people standing at the corner of the hall looking left and right, Li Shimin gave Bai Jian a wink, "Tell them to stand with the civil servants."

Bai Jian hurriedly walked down the steps of Longshuan, muttered to Fang Yiai, and was about to move forward, but happened to bump into Monk Bianji.

"Xinke Scholars, Master Bianji, come with us." Bai Jian led a few people forward slowly, and after settling them down, he stood back beside Li Shimin.

As the number one scholar, Fang Yiai naturally stood at the forefront of Jinshi, and the person standing beside him was none other than his cheap teacher Du Ruhui.

Looking sideways, three faces with different expressions came into Fang Yiai's sight.

Du Ruhui who nods his head and smiles, Fang Xuanling who is pregnant but pretends to be deep, and the eldest grandson Wuji who is disdainful, Fang Yiai never dreamed that for the first time participating in a court meeting, he would have the intention to stand with the three prime ministers of the court. a row.

Monk Bianji and Changsun Jin stood side by side. The two looked at Fang Yiai's back. Although they could hide it, the jealousy in their eyes could not be completely hidden.

When everyone stood still, Bai Jian was signaled by Li Shimin and said loudly, "The envoy of Xuan Bohai Kingdom enters the palace!"

Under a burst of melodious chime bells, a fanhan dressed in a blue skirt and a red robe strode into the Hanyuan Hall with his head held high.

The appearance of Fanhan is not much different from that of Tang people, except that the hairstyle on the head is twisted into a twist shape, and the beard is the same, so people can tell that they are not from Zhongtu people.

Behind Fan Han, there were three handsome attendants, one was holding a red lacquer wooden box, the other was holding a brocade book, and the last one was holding a knot, but this Han Festival looks very strange. The auspicious cloud pattern at the head has been changed to an eagle head. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that it was made by the Bohai Kingdom after imitating the Jieyan of the Han Dynasty, but it only learned the superficiality but not the essence.

The four envoys of the Bohai Kingdom strode forward all the way, and the leader, Fan Han, kept his eyes on the roof of the hall. If Bai Jian hadn't stopped him, the four would have almost reached the steps of the Long Shuan.

Stopping in his tracks, Fan Han happened to be standing side by side with Fang Yiai, looking around at the civil and military officials, a cold snort fully expressed his disdainful attitude.

Where has Li Shimin seen such an unreasonable barbarian, his brows were slightly frowned, and he said sullenly: "The envoy of Bohai Kingdom, why can't you pay homage?"

"We only worship the emperor, not you, a foreign emperor." Fan Han's Chinese is very fluent, and he obviously studied the customs of the Tang Dynasty with great concentration.

"Huh!" Li Shimin, the emperor of the ages, had never been treated so rudely, and because of his status as the envoy of the Han Dynasty, he couldn't attack him.

The civil and military officials looked at Fan Han, talking in low voices one by one, all laughing at his lack of etiquette, and even a few white-haired bachelors who dropped their bookbags began to grind their teeth, saying Shiyun.

Fan Han looked around, reached out and took out a piece of rice paper from his sleeve, and said, "Emperor Tang, this is a problem written down by a wise man in our country, please answer it."

Li Shimin was so angry that he almost yelled and cursed, how could he accept the test of Fanbang Xiaoguo once he was the emperor, and under the anger, he turned his eyes to Fang Yiai.

"Fang Jun's tongue is as sharp as a knife, let him know how to do this?" Li Shimin shook his head slightly, thinking: "I'll kill his vigor first, let's ask Monk Bianji to answer first."

After making up his mind, Li Shimin looked at Bianji and said, "Master Bianji, you are an excellent disciple of Master Xuanzang, and you are very talented and proficient in Buddhism. Let's first answer the problem of the envoy from Bohai Kingdom."

"Little Monk takes orders." Bian Ji's face was sinking like water, and his heart had already set off monstrous waves. He, who was still obsessed with Gao Yang, would not let the excellent opportunity slip away.

Fan Han glanced at the defense machine, stretched out his hand to open the rice paper, and a capitalized "Zen" came into Li Shimin's eyes.

Fan Han took the rice paper and turned around for all the officials to watch. Seeing that the problem in Bohai State was related to Buddhist scriptures, everyone turned their attention to the Bian fuselage.

"This is a difficult problem for the wise men of our country, and I ask you, little monk, to answer it." Fan Han looked at Bian Ji with disdain, and his negligent tone was half hidden.

Bian Ji clasped his hands together, nodded with a smile, "Since that's the case, how about I dare to answer with a poem?"

"It's up to you, as long as you can answer it." The wise man Fan Han kept saying was actually himself. Seeing Bian Ji's young age, he felt contemptuous in his heart, and responded casually in a frivolous tone.

Bian Ji thought for a while, and then said loudly: "The body is like a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror stand. Always wipe it diligently, so as not to stir up dust."

As soon as this remark came out, Li Shimin, Manchu Wenwu, and Fanhan were all startled, looking at Bianji's eyes, they couldn't help but change their expressions.

"Shameless bald donkey!" Fang Yiai resisted the idea of ​​violently attacking the monk Bianji, and cursed loudly behind his back. The Zen poems that Bianji uttered were clearly the copied poems that Fang Yiai had written before.

Before Fang Jun and his wife went to the Xiangcheng mansion for a banquet, Bianji took the opportunity to write a love poem to Gao Yang, and the Zen poem he just read was a poem written by Fang Yi Aiwen to humiliate the monk Bianji. .

Amidst the admiration of the crowd, Bian Ji looked sideways at Fang Yi'ai, and seeing his old enemy's ugly face, he couldn't help feeling a little joy of getting revenge.

Holding the white jade wat board in his hand, Fang Yiai cursed secretly, "You bald donkey, aren't you too shameless? Copying my poems is still so dignified. You can also copy the official poems in this article?"

After the abuse, Fang Yiai gave a wry smile, "I'm not happy with the cycle of karma. Relying on the knowledge of my previous life, I copied the famous poems of the ancients without any restraint, but now I'm being beaten by this bald donkey!"

After pondering for a moment, Li Shimin and his subjects came back to their senses, with smug smiles on their faces.

"Okay, Master Bianji really lives up to his reputation." Li Shimin nodded and chuckled, looking at Fang Yiai, he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, "Glib, he turned into a clay sculpture when things come to an end!"

Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui looked at Monk Bianji and nodded slightly, regarding the origin of the Zen poem, thinking that this poem was thought up by him on the spur of the moment.

The appreciative gazes of the ministers and Fang Yi's deflated expression made Bian Ji very useful, but just as he was smiling like a spring breeze, what Fan Han said in his ears made the smile on the young eminent monk's face froze immediately .

"The artistic conception of Zen poetry is very good, but it takes up seven or eight of the ten points, so it can't be regarded as first-class in the world." Fan Han has a deep understanding of Buddhism, and the rhyme of poetry is also proficient, and his comments are very appropriate.

Sitting in front of the Longshu table, Li Shimin felt rather displeased, and asked: "This poem has a profound Zen meaning. I think it is the number one Zen poem in the world today. Why does your envoy say it is not the best in the world?"

"Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Buddhism emphasizes no desires and no pursuits. Although this poem has a profound Zen meaning, it is a bit vulgar, and it inevitably falls into the stereotype." Fan Han shook his head and muttered.

Li Shimin did not study Buddhism deeply. He was dissatisfied when he saw Fan Han shaking his head. He wanted to frighten Tang Taizong, who was a small country in the Bohai Sea. .”

As soon as this statement came out, all the civil and military officials looked around, and there were many great Confucians among them, but these great Confucianists usually studied the Tao of Confucius and Mencius, Lao Zhuang's theory, and they didn't have any deep understanding of Buddhist scriptures and Zen poetry.

For a while, there was no sound in the Hanyuan Hall, and as time went by, the smile on Fan Han's face became brighter and brighter, which made all the officials present very ashamed, but there was nothing they could do about it.

"Could it be that no one in my Tang Dynasty can make a small Zen poem?" Li Shimin looked at Fang Yi'ai, gave him a hard look, and thought, "You kid, you can usually say Why are you dumb today?"

"Students are not talented, dare to answer the difficult questions of your envoy!"

Fang Yiai walked out of the literary class, and stood in front of Fan Han holding a white jade tooth wat, her starry eyes shot out streamers of light, and her arrogance was not concealed at all.

(End of this chapter)