fake prince

Chapter 128 Tampering
"How do you say it?" Su Ziji didn't say right away that there was something wrong with the magistrate. This feeling was a little kind, a little bit hateful, and very complicated.

Ye Daoist recalled what he had observed when he met his face just now, and he was surprised: "This official is very wrong, his face has changed a lot."

"Originally, although this person was a bit talented, but not many, it was difficult to be selected, and he was a small rich person, but now his face has python patterns. This is not a natural subtle change, but a drastic change caused by external forces. Being able to conquer one side, or being an extremely human minister, it seems that this person's ambition is not just to be a second or third grade."

"It's just that, according to the principle, since you have a lot of energy, you won't be suppressed like this, stagnant in the position of prefect and prefect for many years."

The wild Taoists were puzzled, but Su Ziji understood that this was the limitation of the so-called magic stick. They valued Fengshui and luck too much. They didn't know that these were just icing on the cake, or that luck was just a manifestation of strength.

Only actual power is the essence.

The emperor owns the world, and he is unhappy with Huang Liangping. It is God's will to make things difficult for Huang Liangping. What Feng Shui luck can withstand it?
Seeing Su Ziji's pensive expression, Ye Daoist volunteered: "This place is suitable for inquiring about news, young master, I will inquire again later and find out the details of this official."

He was panicked for a while, but when he saw that the eunuch and the officials were silent and did not take any reaction, the wild Taoist thought of the jade pendant with dragon patterns, and his heart moved, and he had a deeper guess about Su Ziji.

"I am indeed not a hero's weapon. I worry about gains and losses. I was on the boat, but I was still skeptical. How can I gain trust?"

"Now I have to perform better."

Thinking, turned out in a hurry.

It has to be said that wild Taoists are actually very suitable for these jobs, but they have not obtained any fame. Therefore, Shen Lun feels like a fish in water now that he is among the people.

"I saw Lu Fengyun was a little uneasy before, but now he's in good spirits?" Seeing the wild Taoist leaving, Su Ziji walked towards the center of the crowd.

Literati have always flattered, mostly with enthusiasm in a subtle way, and if they are too explicit, they are easy to be despised.

So when Su Ziji walked over, he found that although these people who participated in the literary meeting were gathered around the magistrate, they kept a little dignity and kept a little distance, but everyone's eyes were looking in the same direction, it seemed that the people being watched were surrounded clustered.

At this time, the magistrate was stroking his beard, listening to a literati who had just finished writing a poem.

"Qiu Xueling Shangbai? Although it is straightforward, there are merits." After reading, Huang Liangping commented.

This is already giving face, everyone can see that he is not interested in this poem.

Immediately, someone else volunteered and wrote poems to read. Some of them did well, and the prefect asked their names and said a few words, which was a great honor.

"Brother Su, you are a new Xie Yuan, why don't you write a poem?" While Su Ziji was watching, someone made a voice in the crowd.

The sound was so loud that even the magistrate heard the prestige and looked over.

Su Ziji looked over and found that it was not someone else who spoke, but Zheng Yingci, who had a good relationship in the past.

At this time, although Zheng Yingci smiled and cupped her hands at herself, her smile was broad and generous, and seemed to be the same as in the past, but Panlong's mentality is now based on the seed of humanity, and she is particularly sensitive to people's emotions. With a wave of hostility.

Su Ziji pursed his lower lip, and had some guesses about Zheng Yingci's changes.

"The emotions from the Dragon Palace before have not been eliminated?"

No, even if it is affected, it's not out of nothing, it's just amplified emotions.

It's really embarrassing that people who thought they could be friends can turn against each other just because of the title of Xie Yuan.

"Also, Zheng Yingci's body has an extra aura, which is a bit clear, which is the opposite of the magistrate's, but it is all with awe-inspiring killing."

Theoretically, Zheng Yingci and the magistrate should see each other and hate each other, but at least they can't see it right now.

"The new Xie Yuan, is that person Su Ziji?"

"So young?"

Because of Zheng Yingci's voice, Su Ziji, who was not noticed at first, received a lot of attention.

Although Su Ziji is already well-known in the local student circle, the name and person may not be able to match, which is why Su Ziji was not considered a rarity by everyone before.

"So he is Su Ziji?" Su Ziji even heard someone in the crowd lower his voice and say to his companion: "It looks quite good, the most important thing is that it is young!"

"I'm only 15 years old, of course I'm young, but no matter how good I am, I'm just from a small household. Is it possible that when it comes to writing poetry, he can surpass someone who has been trained by a famous teacher?"

Saying this is naturally not kind to Su Ziji, but it also makes many people think it makes sense.

Because Su Ziji had no talent before, winning the first prize in one fell swoop really made people feel nervous. At this moment, in front of the prefect, although he dare not embarrass Su Ziji, but let Su Ziji embarrass himself by flattering him. It's not difficult.

Because of this, there were quite a few people who made Zheng Yingci speak up and make Su Ziji write a poem.

Even the magistrate said jokingly: "Su Ziji, since that's the case, why don't you make one too."

In fact, even if the magistrate didn't speak up, Su Ziji didn't intend to refuse. The seed of humanity has many forms, and the title of a poem may also be one. He immediately replied with a smile: "Students are making a fool of themselves."

There was a big table next to the magistrate, covered with some paper, not to mention the whiteness, there was a faint fragrance smelling, and one could tell that it was quite high-quality paper.

Not only that, ink inkstones are all high-quality goods, which are in line with the preferences of literati.

There were also a few pieces of ink-blotted works. Su Ziji went directly to them. He laid out a piece of white paper by himself without any other hands. After he calmed down, he poured some water on the inkstone, and took the ink ingot to draw it slowly. Grind it up.

The ink is getting thicker, pick up the soft hair, lick the ink, and write a poem.

Autumn words
Since ancient times, Fengqiu has been sad and lonely.

In the clear sky, a crane and a row of clouds brought poetry to Bixiao.

Su Ziji learned from the strengths of his family, and at this time, he wrote down the pen, and the thirty characters in two lines flowed out one by one like clouds and flowing water.

The "Taige" style is still used, or the "Guange" style.

Everyone who was only curious about Su Ziji, the "top-notch poor family", got close, so they leaned over to take a look, and were immediately shocked.

As for the distance, naturally they couldn't see it, and they didn't dare to squeeze. There is the prefect here, so how can everyone be presumptuous?
Therefore, poetry writers not only need to write poems, but also read them to everyone after they are finished.

Su Ziji read his work in public, this time, it really shocked everyone.

This poem was originally written by Liu Yuxi in the Tang Dynasty. Although it was not written on the spot, it is still top-notch. First, it fits the time and it is autumn. His identity, with lofty aspirations, can be called entering the scene and entering the people.

For on-site work, you couldn't ask for more.

(End of this chapter)