Rebirth of Tang Dynasty as a dad

After everyone sat down, they started chatting. Kong Yingda was next to Yu Shinan. The two had been friends for many years. Kong Yingda asked in a low voice, "I heard that you gave Ke Minggong's son a small fire? If you ask me, you shouldn't have made this trip. Muddy water, I know that kid, he has no talent, he can't even pass the entrance exam of the Imperial College, if you go to give him a lecture, if it doesn't work out today, wouldn't it damage your reputation?"

Yu Shinan stroked his beard and smiled, as if he didn't care, glanced at Kong Yingda, and retorted: "No, how can you take the hearsay seriously? You must have never really had contact with that child.

The old man thinks that on the contrary, he is a great talent worthy of cultivation, and he is not as talentless and moral as the rumors, but a straightforward and pure good boy, which is quite to my liking. "

"Impossible. I personally appointed the head of the Imperial College. He dare not lie to me and His Majesty." Kong Yingda said in surprise.

"Hehe, it's not easy for me to intervene in the matter of your Imperial College, whether it's because of deceit or other reasons, you'll know after trying it today.

However, Chongyuan Kong Yingda's words, as a referee today, you can't underestimate that child. "Yu Shinan exhorted.

Kong Yingda blushed, and the old friend said it cryptically, but the two had known each other for many years and naturally understood that this was because the other party was saving face for themselves. That is to say, the last time the assessment of Du Shaoqing was tricky, it seems that we should pay attention today.

"Don't worry, I'm in charge of national education. Where have I done anything unfair?" Kong Yingda nodded.

At this time, Emperor Li Er was also chatting with his uncle, grandson Wuji, "Xiao Chong has really grown up and knows how to take care of the country. This Qujiang Pond Poetry Club is really good. It can inspire talents to learn It can also add a good activity to Chang'an to have fun with the people.

In my opinion, if this garden party is successful, it can be held every year in the future. "

"Your Majesty has appreciated the award, and Chong'er's contribution to the country is of course his duty.

The minister also thinks that such a good event can be held every year. Your Majesty, do you think there should be some rewards? "Changsun Wuji suggested.

Li Er clapped his palms and laughed: "Okay, pass on the order. Today, the top three will be awarded the title of the Poetry Club by Zhen Yubi, and a piece of money and silk will be rewarded. The first name will be rewarded, and I will give you a Yubi."

As soon as the news came out, the audience erupted, and everyone yearned for His Majesty's imperial pen. It was the imperial pen that His Majesty used to review memorials every day. With the protection of this thing, maybe he will be able to rise to the top.

The ancients were most in awe of ghosts and gods, and everyone passed it on in a mysterious way.

The two little ones around the queen looked at the various painting boats on the Qujiang Pond, and they all thought they were novelty and fun, and even clamored to get a boat to play with. How could such a young child let her play in the water?So Princess Changle and Princess Chengyang held on tight and tried to persuade them repeatedly.

Xiao Xuanxuan lay in her mother's arms and asked in a low voice: "Mother, didn't you say that Daddy will also come to participate? Let's go find him on the boat, shall we?"

The princess touched her daughter's little head and comforted her: "Look at this series of boats, I don't know which boat your father is in. How can we find him? Or wait for him to win others and get out of the boat by himself." Come out and let's go again."

When the little girl heard it, she immediately smiled, "Hey, it's easy, won't I find Dad if I call him out?"

As she spoke, she was about to let go of her voice and yell loudly. The princess immediately covered her daughter's mouth with her hands. If she yelled out this voice, not to mention whether Du Shaoqing could be found, it would first startle the nearby audience and referees. He became even more famous for holding a baby by himself.

Chapter 135 The First Question of the Poetry Conference

Seeing that the night was coming and the lights were coming on, the lights on the Qujiang Pond were lit up, and the people were bustling around. From time to time, some small vendors interspersed among the crowd and hawked, but they didn't dare to raise their voices, because the protagonist tonight was the boatman in the middle of the Qujiang Pond. Talents one by one.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Li Er said: "My dear friends, let's start about the time, there are many talented people in this poetry meeting, if it is delayed, I am afraid that it will be late at night without enjoying a few poems.

Fang Aiqing, this first question is up to you. "

Fang Xuanling stood up and bowed to salute, "Your Majesty is in front of you, how dare the old minister overstep? The first question should be asked by His Majesty."

"Where's the word, the king and the people are having fun together today, and when the top three are judged, I will ask the last question." Li Er laughed.

Everyone agreed, and Fang Xuanling no longer refused. As the Great Tang Shangshu Zuo Pushe, he is the number one prime minister with real power, so he is naturally qualified to write a question. The first question is not too difficult. Fang Xuanling let the season write poetry.

Soon the sound of horns and orders was shouted towards the boats on the Qujiang Pond. The first question is to write poems based on seasons.

In the painting boat closest to the emperor and others, Sun Chong, the initiator of this poetry meeting, smiled confidently after hearing this topic. Why do you need two sticks of incense for a pediatric topic?Within a stick of incense, I can make two masterpieces.

"Well, since it's the summer Qujiangchi Poetry Fair and it's night, then I should write it according to the occasion." After a moment of contemplation, Chang Sun Chong began to write his own answer sheet.

In order to organize this poetry meeting, the imperial court is really willing to spend money, not only the lights along the coast, the painting boats on the water, and even the four treasures of the house in the painting boats. Students don’t need to bring anything, even paper They are all the rice papers with the best appearance among folks in the Tang Dynasty, second only to those used in the palace.

This is the tenth year of Zhenguan. If it were placed four years ago in Zhenguan, the queen in the palace would grow vegetables to eat, and the emperor would lead the cavalry to train soldiers. They are all tightening their belts for revenge on the Eastern Turks in the north, let alone a luxurious play and poetry party.

After the first question came out, Du Shaoqing was biting his pen and recalling the works he knew. After Yu Shinan's guidance, he naturally knew that it is best to write poems according to the situation. Lenovo has found another way, but that kind of poetry is not as good as it is in terms of sense of substitution. At least the audience has to use their own imagination when tasting it.

I don't know why, seeing the moonlight tonight, a seven-character quatrain appeared in Du Shaoqing's mind. It was a poem by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty on Qiuxi. After shaking his head, Du Shaoqing laughed at himself, how could he think of her?No, I should be missing my daughter. I haven't seen the child for many days.

When entering the park and boarding the boat before, Du Shaoqing looked towards the emperor from a distance, and vaguely saw a group of women behind the empress, but they were too far away to see clearly, and he didn't know if his daughter came with her. It's also cause and effect, this poetry meeting was started by Zhang Sun Chong, isn't it for her in the final analysis?It is said that she ran away from marriage back then, probably because her life in the palace was not going well.

As far as his mind was concerned, Du Shaoqing unconsciously began to write, with a beautiful block letter in one hand, within a few breaths, 28 characters had been written:

Silver candle autumn light cold screen, light Luo small fan fluttering firefly.

Heavenly night is as cold as water, sit and watch the morning glory and weaver star.

Seeing that he had finished writing the answer sheet, the scholar next to him couldn't help but praised softly: "Good poem, good poem! You are so talented, but this poem is a bit off. It is summer now, and what you wrote is autumn. Consider doing a new one?"

Du Shaoqing shook his head with a smile, "No need, that's all, please hand in the paper for me."

After signing the name, Du Shaoqing handed the answer sheet to the reporter. These are all low-grade students selected from the Imperial College, and they can also experience a thing or two here, so as to improve their knowledge.

At this moment, two voices of arguing came from the nearby painting boat, and Du Shaoqing vaguely heard a familiar voice, "Just hand in the paper like this, my own poem, so what if I want to write one less sentence?"

this voice?Why does it look so much like girl Wu Zhao? Hehe, how is this possible? Maybe I have heard hallucinations. This time, all men will participate in the poetry competition, and no women will end up in the competition, so it should be that the voices are similar.

Unknowingly, Du Shaoqing thought of that innocent girl with a very unique personality. It was really interesting. Everyone said that if she was given a marriage, she had to accept her fate and marry, otherwise she would be against the order. But whoever noticed this girl, she seemed not afraid of the order. , also agreed to regret the marriage with himself.

The time will soon be two sticks of incense, that is, 10 minutes for later generations. It is really harsh to say that a poem is written in such a short time, but it is far inferior to Cao Zijian's seven-step poem in the Three Kingdoms , so the officials of the assessment did not review too strictly, and they couldn't cut down [-]% of the people in one round, which would hurt the students' enthusiasm.

"Okay, colleagues, I have a masterpiece here. Please enjoy it: the green trees are thick and the summer is long, and the reflection of the building is in the pond. The crystal curtain moves the breeze, and the roses are full of fragrance." The great scholar Chu Liang praised loudly , and recited the work on the spot.

Although Chu Liang was not young, his voice was full of vigor and resonant, and the people around him could hear it clearly and applauded.

"Who is this masterpiece? Quite artistic conception, extraordinary!" Yan Shigu asked.

"Let me take a look, oh, no wonder, it turned out to be the son of the Duke of Qi, Chang Sun Chong. Everyone said that this child is the number one talent among the younger generation in Chang'an. Now it seems true, true." Chu Liang boasted , smiled and looked at Guojiu's eldest grandson Wuji, the other's chubby face was also full of smiles, and he didn't forget to bow his hands and be humble to the surroundings.

At this moment, a dissatisfaction came out, and everyone looked back, it turned out to be Yao Silian, a great scholar, "I don't understand shit, it's humiliating, why are you here to participate in this competition?"

"Oh? Jian Zhiyao Silian's words, what kind of poems can arouse your bad temper?" Yan Shigu joked, colleagues all know that Yao Silian is highly knowledgeable and recognized by everyone, but he is also known for his straight temper of.

Immediately throwing the answer sheet in front of him, Yao Silian said angrily, "I can't read the words, I can't make sense of shit."

Coincidentally, this thin answer sheet did not fall to the ground, but landed at Xu Jingzong's feet. Xu Jingzong picked it up with a smile, looked at the answer sheet and read it aloud, "Chang'an was just summer, playing in Qujiang Pond, catching fish With wine, catch shrimp and make a bowl.

puff"

Just after reading it, Xu Jingzong couldn't help but burst out laughing for the first time. It really is a good poem, no wonder it can arouse Yao Silian's violent temper.

Many examiners shook their heads one after another. These talents are also uneven, and it is normal for some to be confused.

But Yan Shigu asked more: "Old Xu, dare to write this kind of poem about fishing and catching shrimps in front of His Majesty, he must be an unknown person."

"Let me take a look, oh, it turns out that it is Cheng Chumo, the eldest son of Duke Lu."

When Cheng Yaojin heard this, he was furious: "You surnamed Xu, don't talk nonsense, what's wrong with the poems written by my old Cheng's son?"

Everyone laughed, Li Er's originally frowning brows loosened at once, and tears came down from his laughter. He thought it was some superficial urchin teasing the poetry club, but he didn't expect it to be that clown, but Lao Cheng stood up to protect the calf , don't say that your son's poetry is poor, but rely on other examiners, this father and son is also a wonderful thing.