Datang: Salted fish at the beginning, Gao Yang was given marriage by Li Er

Chapter 22 Someone is coming to find fault

The moment the golden gong stopped, Youren stood up.

After standing upright with hands clasped, he stepped forward, and after clasping his hands in salute, he shook his head and shook his head with one hand behind his back.

"Look for Green Ridge in summer, Waterfall... Bu..."

He recited it first but couldn't answer the next sentence. When he stuttered, the crowd around him burst into laughter.

In desperation, the scholar blushed, his mind went blank, and he couldn't continue.

The servant of the Ministry of Rites smashed it with a small hammer in his hand, his face sank.

"Silence, silence!"

"This is the royal family's poetry meeting, serious and rigorous! Those who make up their minds and answer rashly without thinking carefully will be directly invited out!"

The laughter gradually subsided, and the rich man beside Fang Yiai quietly approached, glanced at Li Xian on the opposite side intentionally or unintentionally, and said softly.

"Brother Fang, with such a ban, do you think it is too cruel to some people who are just pretending to be counting?"

"The Royal Poetry Society, under the watchful eyes of everyone, if this is thrown out, I'm afraid there will never be an official career in this life."

As soon as the words fell, someone took over from the side.

"That's not true. After all, the majestic consort of the Tang Dynasty, His Majesty bestowed an imperial enshrinement on it. If you lose face, how can you have the face to participate in the competition?"

"Heh! The consort of the Tang Dynasty? The Imperial Academy? Our Tang Dynasty will not let the mediocre be in power, and make a laughingstock. Tsk tsk, you see, that kid is already looking around, obviously flustered."

The gloating people talked and laughed, which attracted many people to ask questions, and rumors spread faintly.

Li Xian probably never expected that his actions of scanning the audience would arouse a lot of suspicion on the other side.

After searching around for nothing, Li Xian made up his mind to do a good job, feeling a little guilty.

This is the only time for such a huge imperial poetry meeting, if it was because of my collision just now, it would be a pity that the young woman could not come to participate.

In the corner of the wide field, two girls are hiding in a rockery, carefully observing everything on the field.

Axiu moved some stones and sat down on Princess Changle's cushions. After warning the soldiers behind her fiercely not to make a sound, she leaned on Princess Changle's back.

"From my point of view, Li Xian's kid is miserable this time."

"Under such an explicit prohibition, if you can't be right with Fang Yiai for poetry, if you want to fish in troubled waters, you will be exposed to the public. It's a dilemma!"

With plain hands resting on the rockery, Mr. Chang Le stared straight at Huan Shou's chest, thinking of the figure in meditation, and replied without turning his head.

"That's why you don't like Li Xian so much?"

"Previously, Li Xian's demeanor was quite different from the rumors. I reckon that this kid is really good at heart, and he will definitely say something astonishing at this poetry meeting, and he will be full of surprises."

hum~
Disdain spouted from Xiu's nose.

Axiu pouted her cherry red mouth, full of disbelief.

"Words and deeds can be learned through Professor Si Bin. In half a month, why can't Li Xian change his mind?"

"But this poetry and book talent is achieved overnight? Even if he pretends, he must have something in his belly!"

Although the words were arbitrary, there was some truth in them, Princess Changle said no more.

For some reason, there seemed to be a voice in Princess Changle's heart, calling softly.

"Li Xian, you have to behave well, prove that the emperor is not blind, and give this rumorer a hard slap in the face!"

Prayer is prayer, hope is hope.

Perhaps the heavens could still hear what Princess Changle said, but Li Xian couldn't hear a single sound at all.

He maintained the posture just now for a long time, or the mountain breeze was cool, or maybe the poems chanted by these talented scholars really couldn't reach his ears, Li Xian only felt his eyelids tremble, as if there was a lot of money, and drowsiness struck.

Hearing that the scholars around you glanced at me and said something, Fang Yi's arrogance gradually rose.

The poems written by those so-called wits are only at the level of their own official career five years ago, and it may be possible to get a ranking in the local examination, but it is really a bit of a drop in price in the Datang Palace.

Glancing at the drowsy Li Xian, a sneer appeared on the corner of Fang Yiai's mouth.

This kid is naughty, and he actually tricked him into passing the test with a false dream!

Thinking about this, Fang Yiai got up, and his seven-character poems only let his opponents bow down.

The spring water ding-dong, passing through the cliff, pouring down, Fang Yiai heard the sound of the rumbling water, and his heart moved.

"Break open the quiet and secluded peak, let out the eternal spring. Like white plain silk, walk through the mountains and rivers."

The unique and bold metaphor, coupled with the combination of movement and static contrast, won the applause of many literati.

"Okay! Mr. Fang is worthy of being the number one talented person in our capital. He thinks from the sound, speaks from the feeling, incisive! Incisive!"

"I wrote this beautiful sentence in a hurry, Mr. Fang is amazing! It must be the best song of all ages! The golden sentence that will be passed down to future generations."

"Majestic artistic conception, full of movement! Good story, good story!"

The voices of admiration were endless, and even the Minister of the Ministry of Rites had a smile on his face, nodding and analyzing.

The figure shrouded in praise seemed quite satisfied, the figure standing upright with hands behind his back, his eyes narrowed slightly to Li Xian.

Since you want to hide, kid, I won't let you go!
Fang Yiai swept across the scribes with her hands together, and pressed her palm slightly to signal the crowd to be silent.

Turning around and standing in the direction of Li Xian, Fang Yiai arched her hands towards the sleepy Li Xian, and said loudly.

"Everyone, Fang Mou is not talented, and he proposed a poem just to attract others."

"I met a friend before, who lived in the city and had a restrained talent. This time, I sincerely invite this person to compose a poem for the public. How about it?"

A gifted scholar in the capital and a powerful family, Fang Yiai's show off has quite the effect of echoing everyone.

Shouts, doubts, and cheers once again cheered the audience.

Many people stood up and stretched their necks, wanting to see how divine this person who can be praised by Mr. Fang is.

Axiu cast a glance at the agitated crowd, raised the corners of her lips, and pursed her lips.

"Look! This Fang Yiai is also a bit uncomfortable."

"I took the initiative to find the door. It seems that this time is to catch the ducks on the shelf. Li Xian, Li Xian, your good life is over. It seems that the disgrace of the Li family is a certainty."

"It's not good to offend anyone. Why do you have to offend such talented people in the capital? If you want me to say, you should find an excuse and stay away from this poetry meeting. At least it won't make people laugh!"

Princess Changle beside her unconsciously folded her jade fingers and leaned tightly against the side of the rockery, feeling a little nervous and uneasy in her heart following the louder and louder voices.

Li Xian, this is not only about yourself, but also about the Li family, and even the entire royal family's reputation!
Father's eyes are as sharp as torches, but there are still some deviations, so let's do it in one fell swoop!

Li Shimin on the first seat narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the condescending figure looking down at Li Xian, displeasure flashed in his eyes.

Asking questions openly and confronting them in public, this Fang Yiai is inevitably a bit domineering.

But favoritism is partiality, and Li Shimin also knows that Fang Yiai's actions are in line with the rules of the poetry society, even if it is provocative, it is completely reasonable!
Moving away his tiger eyes, he glanced at the rather confused figure beside the desk, Li Shimin's face was suffocated.

You kid is really the one in your heart!It's this time, and you're still sleeping?
Shaking his head slightly, Li Shimin smiled wryly in his heart.

Li Xian, Li Xian, I really saw you right!

As the name suggests, people are extremely idle.

This time I'm going to see you, whether the three hundred random poems you promised earlier are absolutely true or not!

(End of this chapter)