Chapter 191: A Poem Surprises the Four

When the Governor of Qingzhou asked the question, the rest of the officials stopped talking and drinking and focused on this side with smiles on their faces.

Big is big, small is small, and big and small is the golden hoop …. Xu Qi An mentally spat out this fourth rank official addressing himself, and on the surface returned a smile:

“I am not worthy of such a title as Your Excellency, that poem was indeed written by me.”

Oh, it’s really him …. The officials revealed a look of dawning realization.

When they first heard the name Xu Qi’an, they didn’t react, but they also felt that the name sounded familiar. After such a long time had passed, and after repeated thoughts, they had some guesses as to the identity of this strange gong.

With the circulation of Xu Qi’an’s several heirloom masterpieces, even though the officialdom and the Confucians did not deliberately publicize his fame, those present were all high officials of a state and had the appropriate channels to do their inquiries.

It’s no wonder, when the Lord Minister of the Clothiers heard the name, he immediately rushed over in a hurry.

Mianyang Pavilion to send Ziyang Jushi of Qingzhou, has long been spread throughout the north and south of the Yangtze River, the great scholar just out of the civil service, there is this masterpiece to play the lead, can be said to take advantage of all the people and the benefits.

And it was all thanks to this gong named Xu Qi’an in front of him.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, you really are a good-looking man.”

The Qingzhou governor laughed out loud, speaking bragging words with a bright and open demeanor, lifting people up at a level as pure as fire.

Overpraise overpraise…not only is it a dragon and phoenix among men, it is also a dragon and phoenix among dings. Xu Qi’an had to admit that if he changed his position and became the center of attention himself, then the disgusting official entertainments all of a sudden became lively and interesting, and thought about how good it would be if he could continue it all the time.

Qingzhou governor finished drinking wine, the afterglow glanced to the main seat of the cloth minister Yang Gong, this wrist ability are first-class great Confucian, at this time convergence of the oppressive official authority, demeanor relaxed.

At this moment, the Qingzhou governor suddenly remembered the headache of the precepts, in fact, writing poetry is the optimal choice, simple and eye-catching, but also thought-provoking.

It was just that poetic talent was rare, so it was not considered. But it’s different now, Xu Qi’an is here.

It came at the right time.

Xu Qi’an this person is quite talented in poetry …. His Excellency, the Minister of Public Security, is worried about the inscription, and even we have a headache …. Is it not possible to let this great talent do the thinking for us? Well, Mr. Buzhengzhi may not be without such an idea, but as the head of a state, it is not easy to say it out of face …. Qingzhou governor’s brain is alive and well.

Thinking of this, the governor smiled and lifted a sentence, “What other masterpieces does Lord Xu have in the capital?”

He originally asked casually, if the other side shrugged off saying there is no, he will use this to push Xu Qi’an to the tip of the storm, united with the officials coaxing, encouraging him to compose a poem on the spot, and then naturally give the “title”.

Similar tactics are commonplace at the drinking table, except that they are usually used to persuade people to drink, but now they are used to compose poetry for a different purpose.

…. You want to patronize my poem again? Xu Qi’an wanted to shrug it off and say, “No,” but Zhang Zhaoyu took over the conversation first and laughed, “There really is.”

The officials present looked over with interest, including the Ziyang Jushi.

What kind of reader is not good at poetry?

Inspector Zhang easily regained the spotlight, took a sip of his small wine, and laughed, “But there are only half a song, it has just been circulated in the capital not long ago, so I’m sure you all haven’t heard of it yet.”

“Oh? Only half a song?”

“Speak up, Mr. Inspector, and I’m all ears.”

The officials do not despise because of the half-song, but more and more curious, this half-song must be a superb masterpiece, otherwise only half a song how to circulate in the capital. If it is not good, it is not worth the governor to take out in public to say.

Half a song …. Yang Gong could not help but look at Xu Qi An and look back at Inspector Zhang.

Inspector Zhang put down his cup, cleared his throat, and made enough pies before he looked around the crowd and said aloud, “Drunkenly unaware that the sky is in the water, the boat is full of dreams and presses the starry river.”

At that moment, just as the dance ended, the music slowly dissipated.

The banquet fell into dead silence, the officials savored the half poem, only to feel a transcendent worldly dashing welcome, not caring about merit and fame, not caring about the interests and losses.

After a great drunkenness, lying in an oubliette, looking at the river of stars above his head, his seven-foot body pressed against another river of stars, the spontaneity was born.

Some people shook their heads as if mesmerized. Some couldn’t help but look at the small pool in the courtyard where clusters of fiery red lotus flowers grew, but unfortunately the pool was too small.

Ziyang Jushi high-fived, “The lofty intention of this poem should be the pinnacle of poetry in this dynasty for the past two hundred years. Wonderful.”

He drank three glasses of wine in a row, accompanied by wine and poetry, with great pleasure.

After finishing his drink, his eyes gazed brightly at Xu Qi’an, “Is this poem famous?”

Fuck…you whoring me out once isn’t enough? Old man has no dignity? …. Xu Qi’an almost wanted to spray him with salt vapor and said in a deep voice, “Already.”

A little disappointed, Ziyang Jushi nodded and did not continue to speak, muttering as if he was mesmerized.

See almost, Qingzhou governor picks up the wine cup, flattering: “Coincidentally, the Buzhengzhi adults are wanting to set up the precepts in the front yard of the yamen, the inscription has not yet been determined, I do not know if Mr. Xu can give a poem?”

When these words came out, almost everyone subconsciously looked at Xu Qi’an.

Ziyang Jushi neither concurred nor stopped, smiling but not saying anything as he looked at the little gong.

One glass of wine and you want my poem, I’m not like that…Xu Qi’an sighed:

“I accompanied the governor to Yunzhou to investigate the case, the future is uncertain, and I am worried, how can I have the energy and mood to write a poem? I apologize, several lords.”

The officials of Qingzhou were immediately disappointed, and the governor of Qingzhou, in a hurry, busily said, “Lord Xu’s poetic talent is amazing, don’t be modest.”

Xu Qi’an shook his head helplessly and drank from his cup.

Ziyang Jushi pondered a little, removed the jade trigger finger worn by his thumb, and said in a deep voice, “Yunzhou is seriously infested with bandits, and this trip is indeed dangerous. Ning Banquet, you keep this jade trigger finger, this official has been wearing it for many years, and warming it with Vast Positive Qi can ward off evil spirits.”

Xu Qi’an’s gaze instantly fell on the trigger finger, vaguely seeing a flash of clear qi, recalling a remark Chu Caiwei had once made.

There are three kinds of magic weapons in the world: one is refined by the Szetian Supervisor Formation Master; one is naturally conceived by chance; and the last is tainted with the breath of a high-grade powerhouse, which accumulates over time and possesses a certain degree of divinity.

This jade trigger is the third.

Big brother, don t treat me as a person tonight …. Xu Qi’an took it in a panic, discreetly put it into his arms, pondered for a moment, and said, “I don’t know what happened, but suddenly the spirit sprang to life, and I happened to get a poem.”

Didn’t he say that he was not in the mood to write poetry? The officials looked at him blankly, and after a few seconds, gradually came to a realization, so their eyes were much more eccentric, but tacitly unspoken.

Ziyang Jushi’s smile remained unchanged: “This official is all ears.”

Xu Qi’an nodded his head, his heart had already made a choice, he was going to use the four verses that he had used in the Inquiring Mind Pass during the qualification test back then.

For there is no poem more suitable for use here than this one, which, if memory serves, is also called the “Inscription on the Precepts of the Stone,” and is precisely used to warn the hundred officials.

He took a sip of his wine, the poem came to his mind, and his mood seemed to return to the grandeur he had felt when he was asking for the Heart Pass.

Unable to resist, he stood up and first looked at Ziyang Jushi Yang Gong and softly said:

“Eat your food.”

Look again to Inspector Zhang:

“The people’s fat.”

Then, he slowly swept over the officials present and his voice became stern all of a sudden:

“The lower people are easy to abuse.”

Finally, it was looking up at the sky, as if the whole man was agitated, and exclaiming.

“Heaven is hard to deceive!”

Unconsciously, the Buddhist lion’s roar was incorporated into his voice, ringing in the ears of the officials like a twilight drum and morning bell, deafening.

Clanging…the sound of wine glasses breaking kept ringing out.

Many officials, either vain or ashamed of their faces, faced a gong without rank, but it was as if they were facing a stern superior, and they did not dare to breathe.

The few that asked for it straightened their backs and their hearts were stirred.

“Great poem, great poem!”

Ziyang Jushi slapped the table and got up, this great scholar’s emotions are a little out of control, giving people the feeling is not like the old and skillful side of the party, but the first time to enter the officialdom of the young students, full of vitality and righteousness.

“If I had been able to curse out this poem in the courtroom and spit out the depression in my heart, why would I have been depressed for a year? Xu Ningyan ah Xu Ningyan, you are a true seed of reading.”

In the courtyard, the dancers, enduring the cold wind, blinked their eyes and curiously surveyed the only young man at the banquet.

With this kind of heart, no wonder he could make the move of chopping the silver gong with a knife …. This poem does not know how many people scared …. Governor Zhang sighed tersely, seeing that the scene was a bit stiff and condensed, he spoke out to change the topic:

“What His Excellency the Minister of Cloth is saying is very true, Ning Banquet, it’s a pity that you didn’t study in the first place.”

Xu Qi’an hiccuped and said helplessly, “Second Uncle felt that I was more suited to practicing martial arts, so he didn’t let anyone continue studying.”

The officials heard, the heart is quite resentful, said, your second uncle that guy is not a son, wasted a reading seed. If Xu Ningyan is a scholar, the literary world of Dafeng is not lonely.

….

The banquet dispersed in the dead of night, and Xu Qi’an, who was a little drunk, went to the pool to pick those red-colored lotus flowers.

This lotus variety was extremely odd, with only six petals, each of which was full and crystalline, a variety he had never seen before.

“This lotus is called the Red Lotus, also called the Cold Lotus, a lotus unique to Qingzhou.” The Ziyang Jushi walked over and stood to the side with his hands behind his back:

“It blossoms only in October and withers until the beginning of spring the following year, producing lotus seeds that are warm and can be used as medicine.”

…. The lotus flower that blooms in winter, I have never seen it in my past life. Xu Qi’an smiled and said, “It blossoms and bears fruit in the middle of winter, and is warm in nature, just the opposite of the season. These red lotuses can’t be transplanted to the Central Plains?”

“Can’t live.” Ziyang Jushi seemed to be referring to, said: “Yunzhou banditry, is also unique to Yunzhou, in any other state, can not survive. This knot where, do you know?”

Isn t this a historical legacy ….. Xu Qi’an’s heart fluttered as he squared himself and bowed, “Please instruct me, sir.”

He didn’t call out to His Excellency, but to Mr. Called himself a student.

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PS: In the past few days, this chapter said that the function is closed, the whole station is closed, and will be restored on the 5th. You can just post the chapter as usual, and it will show up after the 5th. Hey, without this chapter said the book is no soul, wait for the days to pass, I will come back to see this chapter said. The main thing is…toolman can’t catch a bug. I’ll post it and then re-read it and fix my own typos.