Chapter 794

When the magistrate of Qingzhou asked the question, the rest of the officials stopped talking and drinking and looked over with a smile.

"Big is big, small is small, big and small is the Golden Cudgel …" Xu Qi'an complained in his heart about how the fourth-grade official addressed him, but on the surface, he replied with a smile,

"I don't deserve such a title, Your Excellency. That poem was indeed written by me."

"Oh, it's really him …" All the officials showed a look of realization.

When they first heard the name Xu Qi'an, they did not react, but they also felt that the name was familiar. After such a long time, after thinking about it repeatedly, they had some guesses about the identity of this strange gong.

With the spread of several of Xu Qi'an's famous works, although the officialdom and the scholars did not deliberately publicize his reputation, all the officials present were the corresponding channels to inquire about him.

No wonder when the Administrative Envoy heard this name, he immediately rushed over in a hurry.

The poem "Sending Layman Zi Yang to Qingzhou at the Sheep Pavilion" had already spread all over the country. As soon as this great scholar became an official, he had this famous work as the first, which could be said to have the advantage of harmony.

All this was due to the gong named Xu Qi'an in front of him.

"I've heard a lot about you. You are indeed a handsome man, a dragon among men."

The magistrate of Qingzhou laughed out loud and said words of flattery in an open and aboveboard manner. His skill in flattering people was perfect.

"You flatter me … Not only is he a dragon among men, but he is also a dragon among men." Xu Qi'an had to admit that if he was in a different position and became the focus, the disgusting officialdom would suddenly become lively and interesting. He thought how good it would be if it could continue.

After the magistrate of Qingzhou finished drinking, he glanced at the administrative commissioner, Yang Gong. This great scholar with first-class means and ability had restrained the oppressive official prestige at this time, and he looked relaxed.

At this moment, the magistrate of Qingzhou suddenly thought of the headache-inducing monolith. In fact, writing a poem was the best choice, simple, eye-catching, and thought-provoking.

It was just that poetry was rare, so it was not considered. But now it was different, Xu Qi'an was here.

He came at the right time.

Xu Qi'an is quite a talented poet … The administrative commissioner happens to be troubled by the inscription on the monolith, and even we have a headache … Can we let this great scholar worry for us? Well, the administrative commissioner may have this idea, but as the head of a state, he can't say it for the sake of his reputation … The Qingzhou magistrate was very smart.

Thinking of this, the magistrate smiled and said, "What other good works your excellency Xu has in the capital?"

He had only asked casually. If Xu Qi 'an said that he didn't have any, he would use this opportunity to push Xu Qi' an to the forefront of the storm. Then, he would gather the other officials and encourage him to compose a poem on the spot.

Similar methods were commonplace at the wine table. It was just that they were usually used to urge people to drink, but now they were used to compose poems. The purpose was different.

The purpose was only used at the banquet, but it was different. Xu Qi 'an wanted to say' no ', but Inspector Zhang was one step ahead of him and took over the topic. He smiled and said, "There really is."

All the officials present looked over with great interest, including Recluse Zi Yang.

How could a scholar not have a good poem?

Inspector Zhang easily regained the focus. He took a sip of wine and smiled, "But it's only half a poem, and it has just been circulating in the capital. I believe you all haven't heard of it."

"Oh? Only half a poem? "

"Inspector, please say it. I'm all ears."

The officials did not look down on it because of the half poem, but they were even more curious. This half poem must be a masterpiece, or else how could it circulate in the capital? If it was not good, it was not worthy for the inspector to say it in public.

Half a poem … Yang Gong could not help but look at Xu Qi'an, then back at Inspector Zhang.

Inspector Zhang put down his cup, cleared his throat, and looked at the crowd. He said in a clear voice, "After getting drunk, I don't know the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams."

At this moment, the dance ended, and the music slowly dissipated.

The banquet fell into a dead silence. The officials savored this half poem, and felt a sense of otherworldly elegance. It did not care about fame and fortune, nor did it care about gains and losses.

After getting drunk, lying on the boat with a black awning, looking at the Milky Way above his head, and his seven-foot body pressing down on another Milky Way, he felt free and easy.

Some people shook their heads, as if they were drunk. Some people could not help but look at the small pond in the courtyard, where fiery red lotuses grew. Unfortunately, the pond was too small.

Layman Zi Yang clapped his hands and said, "The idea of this poem is profound, and it is the peak of poetry in the past two hundred years. Wonderful, wonderful. "

He drank three cups of wine in a row, accompanied by the wine and the poem, and felt extremely satisfied.

After drinking, he stared at Xu Qi'an with his bright eyes. "Is this poem famous?"

F * ck … Is it not enough for you to have a banquet with me once? Do I not have dignity … Xu Qi'an almost wanted to spit salt and soda in his face. He said in a deep voice, "Already."

Layman Zi Yang was a little disappointed. He nodded and did not continue to speak. He muttered to himself, as if he was drunk.

Seeing that it was about time, the Qing Province magistrate raised his cup and flattered, "What a coincidence, the Chief Minister is about to erect a monastic monument in the front yard of each government office. The inscription on the monument has not been decided yet. I wonder if your excellency Xu can compose a poem?"

As soon as he said this, almost everyone subconsciously looked at Xu Qi 'an.

Layman Zi Yang did not agree or stop him. He smiled and looked at the small gong without saying a word.

"You want my poem with just a cup of wine? I'm not that kind of person …" Xu Qi'an sighed.

"I followed the Inspector to Yun Province to investigate a case. My future is uncertain, and I am deeply worried. How can I have the energy and mood to compose a poem? I'm sorry, my lords. "

The officials of Qing Province were instantly disappointed. The Qing Province magistrate panicked and quickly said, "your excellency Xu is a talented poet, don't be modest."

Xu Qi'an shook his head helplessly and raised his cup to drink.

Layman Zi Yang pondered for a while and took off the jade ring on his thumb. He said in a deep voice, "The bandits in Yun Province are serious. This trip is indeed dangerous. Ning Yan, keep this jade ring. I have worn it for many years and nourished it with Awe-Inspiring Righteousness. It can ward off evil spirits. "

Xu Qi'an's eyes fell on the ring. He vaguely saw a flash of Qi and remembered what Chu Caiwei had said.

There were three kinds of magic tools in the world: one was made by the Celestial Commissioner's Array Formation Master; another was born naturally by chance; and the last one was stained with the breath of a high-ranked powerhouse. After a long time, it had a certain magical power.

This jade ring was the third kind.

"Boss, don't treat me like a human tonight …" Xu Qi'an hurriedly took it and carefully put it in his arms. He thought for a while and said, "I don't know why, but I suddenly had a sudden inspiration and came up with a poem."

"Didn't you say you're not in the mood to write poems?" The officials looked at him blankly. After a few seconds, they gradually understood. Their eyes became a lot more strange, but they had a tacit understanding.

Layman Zi Yang's smile did not change. "I'm all ears."

Xu Qi'an nodded. He already had a choice in his heart. He planned to use the four lines of the poem he used in the Trial of Conscience during the aptitude test.

Because there was no better poem than this one. If he remembered correctly, this poem was also called Inscription on the Stone. It was used to warn the officials.

He drank a mouthful of wine and the poem appeared in his mind. His mood seemed to have returned to the heroic spirit of the Trial of Conscience.

He could not help but stand up and look at Layman Zi Yang, Yang Gong. He said softly,

"You eat your food."

Then he looked at Inspector Zhang.

"The blood of the people."

Then, he slowly glanced at the officials present and his voice suddenly became stern.

"The people are easy to bully."

Finally, he looked up at the sky and seemed to be excited. He said loudly,

"Heaven is hard to bully!"

Unknowingly, his voice was mixed with the Buddhist Lion's Roar. It resounded in the ears of the officials like the evening drum and morning bell, deafening.

Clang … The sound of wine glasses shattering could be heard continuously.

Many of the officials looked guilty or ashamed. When they faced a bronze gong without a grade, they felt like they were facing a strict superior. They did not even dare to breathe loudly.

A few of them had a clear conscience. They straightened their backs and were excited.

"Good poem, good poem!"

Layman Zi Yang slammed the table and stood up. This great scholar was a little out of control. He did not give the impression of an experienced and capable official. Instead, he gave the impression of a young scholar who had just entered the officialdom. He was full of vigor and righteousness.

"If I had cursed in the imperial court and vented my frustrations, I would not have been depressed for a year. Xu Ningyan, Xu Ningyan, you are a true scholar. "

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

"With such a spirit, no wonder he could do something like breaking a silver gong with a knife … This poem has scared many people …" Inspector Zhang sighed. Seeing that the atmosphere was a little stiff, he changed the topic.

"The Chief Secretary is right. Ningyan, it's a pity that you didn't study back then."

Xu Qi'an hiccuped and said helplessly, "Second Uncle felt that I was more suitable for martial arts, so he didn't let me continue to study."

When the officials heard this, they were quite angry. They thought, "Your Second Uncle is not a son. He wasted a scholar." If Xu Ningyan was a scholar, the literary world of Daibun would not be lonely.

…

The banquet ended in the middle of the night. Xu Qi'an, who was a little drunk, came to the side of the pond and picked the bright red lotus.

This kind of lotus was extremely strange. It only had six petals, and each petal was full and crystal clear. It was a species he had never seen before.

"This lotus is called the Red Lotus, also known as the Cold Lotus. It is a lotus unique to Qingzhou." Layman Zi Yang walked over with his hands behind his back and stood at the side.

"It blooms in October and will only wither in the spring of the next year. The lotus seeds are warm and can be used as medicine."

… I have never seen a lotus that blooms in winter in my previous life. Xu Qi'an smiled and said, "It blooms and bears fruit in the middle of winter. It's warm, which is the opposite of the season. Can't these red lotuses be transplanted to the Central Plains? "

"They can't survive." Layman Zi Yang seemed to be pointing out something. He said, "The banditry in Yunzhou is unique to Yunzhou. If it were any other prefecture, it wouldn't last long. Do you know what the problem is? "

"Isn't this a problem left behind by history …" Xu Qi'an thought of something and bowed with his hands folded in front. "Please enlighten me, Teacher."

He did not call him Lord, but Teacher. He regarded himself as a student.