The Emperor's Son-in-Law

Duan Chun leaned next to Du Wanqing's ear and recited the song eloquently and softly over the wine.

He had just figured it out from Du Wanqing's words.

If you want to compose a poem to fit this painting, no one can write a poem that meets the painter's requirements.

I can only write a high-end and domineering poem without a title.

Only then can we complete this competition.

Duan Chun thought about the third round of drinking. If you are proud of life, you must have all the fun, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon.

Du Wanqing was completely shocked!

The brush in his hand moved like flying, and Duan Chun's entire poem was spread out on the paper table.

When he finished writing, he raised his head and looked at the poem in surprise.

Duan Chun's voice sounded from behind...

"Master Du, don't forget what you promised me just now."

"My name must not be revealed."

"I'll take my leave."

Duan Chun had already gotten out of the crowd and left quietly.

He just came here just to see if he could crack the test questions here.

But when I saw that the Dakang scribes were all frowning and speechless about this question.

I happened to meet Du Wanqing...

Duan Chun didn't want to gain a reputation as a poet or saint in this era.

Being famous is not necessarily a good thing.

Li Bai and Du Fu wrote poems well, but what about their lives?

Not only was he demoted and relocated, but he was moved around all his life.

In this regard, Duan Chun knew very well that false fame was a burden to him.

Make real money and make yourself live a better life at the same time.

You must also hold on to authority to ensure the safety of yourself and your family.

This is Duan Chun's biggest pursuit after traveling through time...

"Young Master..."

Du Wanqing has been looking at the poems he wrote with his own hands.

It wasn't until after reading it that I woke up from a dream and quickly looked back.

Duan Chun was no longer around.

Oh my god, it’s such a good work!

Du Wanqing stretched out his trembling hands and picked up the paper on the desk.

His eyes were full of shock...

When he handed this piece of poetry to the Northern Xia envoys, the two Northern Xia envoys took the paper with disdain.

But after the two took a closer look.

The eyes all shone with disbelief!

These two envoys were both over thirty years old, and they were originally officials from the Northern Xia Rites Department.

Moreover, he was also a disciple of Taishi Northern Xia, and they were all people with outstanding literary talents.

One look at this song is like seeing a unique treasure!

"May I ask what your lord's name is?"

The two envoys quickly clasped their fists and saluted.

"I am Du Wanqing."

"This poem is..."

Du Wanqing was about to say Duan Chun's name, but immediately thought of Duan Chun's reminder just now.

I smiled slightly in my heart.

This young master was indeed the same as the one he met that night during the music and dance assessment of the Jiaofang Division.

Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you!

This young man actually understands this principle of life...

Now he has written such amazing masterpieces without being troubled by his false reputation.

Du Wanqing was already full of interest in him.

"This poem was written accidentally just now."

"I wonder if you meet the envoy's competition conditions?"

Du Wanqing raised his head and said loudly.

"I'll have to read the letter from Master before talking about this."

A messenger quickly took out a letter from his arms.

After opening it, I took a closer look and then raised my head helplessly.

"Master Du, the poems you wrote."

"Meet the conditions set by the master."

"Congratulations on completing this competition."

"I lose."

The messenger sighed and nodded.

"Please also ask Mr. Du to inscribe this poem on the scroll."

The other messenger respectfully picked up the brush with both hands and stepped aside...

Only cheers in the distance were heard, which instantly resounded over the square.

The emperor and empress, as well as the concubines, as well as the important ministers of the Kang Dynasty, all turned their heads and looked in confusion.

Don't know what happened over there?

"What's going on over there?"

The emperor asked curiously.

"Reply to Your Majesty, I don't know."

"My slave, I will send someone to ask."

Li Gaofu quickly called for help to check.

After a while, a chamberlain hurried back and whispered a few words in Li Gaofu's ear.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty."

"The competition of poems on picture scrolls has been cracked by Mr. Du Wanqingdu of Hongwen Hall!"

Li Gaofu reported excitedly.

"Oh, it's Du Wanqing."

"It seems that the poems on Northern Xia's picture scrolls are nothing more than this."

The emperor's words were calm and calm, but he let out a sigh of relief in his heart.

Three competitions, as long as you can win twice.

What won was not only the face of the Dakang Empire.

It can even help the Dakang Empire save 200,000 shi of food!

You know, food in ancient times was the most precious material, bar none!

Perhaps modern people don’t know the importance of ancient food. For example...

According to the research of modern scientists, ancient grain output was not very low, but extremely low!

The modern yield of rice per acre is generally around 600 kilograms.

In areas with high yield, it can reach more than 800 kilograms.

During the Tang Dynasty, the rice yield per acre was less than 300 kilograms!

Remember, it’s pounds, not kilograms.

There are also scientists who have studied the north in earlier antiquity.

If you want to feed a family, you need hundreds of acres of farmland.

It can be seen that food was the minimum living condition for people to have enough food in ancient times.

"Pass on my order to promote Du Wanqing to the seventh-rank editor of Hongwenguan."

"Show me his poem just now."

The emperor said lightly.

"As ordered!"

Li Gaofu bowed his head.

"Your Majesty, Du Wanqing is a great talent."

"Your Majesty thinks so highly of him, why don't you give him a real job?"

The queen asked with a smile.

"That guy is extremely arrogant."

"Letting him go will only cause trouble. Only keeping him by my side can keep him safe."

The emperor said lightly.

After a while, the eunuch sent by Li Gaofu returned with a paper roll.

As the nearly drunken poems were displayed in front of the emperor, the queen and others.

Everyone exclaimed again and again...

"Lord Du is really a great talent!"

"To be able to write such a masterpiece..."

Zhang Ke exclaimed after seeing it.

"I underestimated Lord Du before."

"Based on this poem, he deserves to be the number one poet in our Dakang!"

"No, even in the whole world, he deserves to be the number one!" Xiao Yi exclaimed excitedly.

But only the emperor looked at the poem, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

Because he knew Du Wanqing very well, others didn't know.

He thought that this poem was written by Du Wanqing.

But in fact, only the emperor himself knew Du Wanqing's style and level of poetry writing.

The author of this poem is indeed a bit strange...

But now that Du Wanqing won the first game, the emperor didn't say anything.

At this time, Duan Chun had been waiting for Yue Luo's arrival.

He took the opportunity to get into the crowd and watched the fierce fight on the ring.

A man and a woman wearing Beixia costumes, the man was handsome and the woman was beautiful.

And the two looked 70% similar, like two brothers and sisters or a pair of twins.

But what surprised Duan Chun even more was that their swordsmanship was really amazing!

I saw a Dakang swordsman who had just jumped onto the stage, holding his sword and saluting the two.

The one who came out to fight was actually the beautiful swordsman...

Moreover, the sword flashed as soon as she made a move, and I didn't see her use any powerful moves.

The sword flashed, and with a scream, the Dakang swordsman's long sword fell to the ground with a clang.

He screamed and covered his arm with one hand, and blood continued to flow out and drip onto the ground...

What a fast sword!