"It's not your fault that you wrote poorly, but it's your fault for tormenting people's ears when you sing it … Haha, you really didn't let me down …"
The original noise was gone, and the dialogue between Li Yi and Cui Yanxin was clearly heard. Li Xuan couldn't help laughing. Among the people he knew, Li Yi was the first one who could scold people to such a high degree.
There were a large number of palace masters around the small building. Perhaps one of the servants carrying the dishes was a powerful figure who was hiding his strength. Chief Chamberlain Chang De had only mentioned a few words, and in a short time, someone had already reported what had happened, word for word.
"Haha, you really know how to be protective of the fairer sex." Jing Di smiled, and then seemed to think of something. He looked at Li Xuan and asked, "Little Xuan also knows him?"
Li Xuan nodded and said, "Replying to Imperial Uncle, his name is Li Yi, and he is Little Xuan's friend."
"Li Yi?" Hearing this name, Jing Di's face showed a trace of doubt. He always felt that he had heard of it somewhere.
"Imperial Father, Li Yi is the person who wrote 'Rules for Disciples'. You just conferred him the title of County Lieutenant." MIngzhu explained prettily on the side.
As the ruler of a country, he was busy every day. Naturally, it was impossible for him to remember the name of a scholar. After she reminded him, he remembered that it seemed to be true.
"Li Yi? Is he the person who cured my sister's chronic illness? "At this time, the Empress on the side also asked.
"Imperial Mother, it's him." MIngzhu said.
Even Jing Di did not expect that the interesting young man he met in the garden of the Prince's Mansion had such a deep relationship with the royal family.
He already had a copy of the poem written by Cui Yanxin. After looking at it, he shook his head and said, "It can be regarded as a good piece of work. I am afraid that it is difficult for that young man to write a better one."
In his heart, he admired Li Yi very much, but he did not understand his poetry. He hoped that he would win, but he also knew that the possibility was not high.
"Haha, Imperial Brother guessed wrong this time." At this moment, Prince Ning smiled and stepped forward, saying, "Tonight, even if Cui had chosen anyone here, he might not have lost. But he chose Li Yi, so he can only humiliate himself."
Because of Li Xuan, he had specially sent someone to investigate Li Yi. Since he could be called "the number one scholar in the Jing Kingdom" by Su Lao Xuezheng, how could his talent in poetry be comparable to anyone?
At this time, the Empress also said, "The birthday poem he wrote for my sister was not bad. I think he has some talent."
Hearing that the Ruyi dew and perfume were made by Li Yi, the two of them naturally wanted to see what kind of gift he presented today. Although they were slightly disappointed that he only gave a birthday poem, they had to admit that the poem and handwriting were excellent.
"Could it be that I've underestimated him?"
When Jing Di looked down in surprise, MIngzhu's eyes also stopped on Li Yi.
Most of the time, he was easy to get along with, but if he showed that kind of expression, it meant that … someone was going to be unlucky.
…
"You should go and participate ah …"
He was already an adult, but he was still as childish as a naughty child. When he couldn't bully others, he went to complain to an adult …
However, Cui Yanxin's words obviously did not scare Li Yi. If he had the ability, he should go and participate. It would be best if he could make him lose his position as a county officer. In the future, he would definitely put two incense sticks in his house to thank him.
You should go and participate ah …
Participate ah …
When Cui Yanxin heard this, he felt like he had punched cotton. He almost couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
He met a handsome man who didn't know any tricks. He couldn't use any of his methods.
"Li, I …" Wan Ruoqing's pale face showed panic. She hurriedly picked up the Xuan paper that he had crumpled into a ball from the ground. "I, I'm fine. I just want to sing another song. It's nothing."
Li Yi standing out at this moment was equivalent to standing on the opposite side of all the officials. Moreover, there were so many officials here. If he offended them, his future career would really be ruined.
Even though she was very grateful for Li Yi's bravery, she couldn't ruin his future for her own selfishness.
After all, the road of an official career was really too important for a scholar …
Li Yi once again crumpled the paper into a ball. After Wan Ruoqing saw his eyes, she didn't speak anymore. There was a trace of determination in her beautiful eyes.
Among the officials of Qing 'an Prefecture present, there were only three people who knew Li Yi.
County Magistrate Liu, Professor Feng, and Magistrate Dong.
County Magistrate Liu had, of course, investigated his subordinates. The results also surprised him. Suppressing Shen Zhao, making Yang Yanzhou feel ashamed of his inferiority, and rising to the top among the scholars of Qing 'an Prefecture …
Professor Feng and Magistrate Dong had a deeper understanding of Li Yi. In terms of essays and poems, there really weren't many people present who could beat him.
To be able to write such essays and poems, his talent in other areas must not be low. If it weren't for the fact that he had no interest in an official career, these people would most likely be suppressed by his brilliance in this year's imperial examinations.
"Brother, since you don't like brother Yan Xin's poems, I'm afraid you already have something better in mind. Why don't you take it out for us to see?" Jiang Zi 'an walked out from the crowd and said with a smile.
When his gaze swept past Ruoqing, a haze flashed across his eyes.
No wonder she didn't agree. So she already had a lover …
"If you have any good poems, quickly take them out. Don't always hide them."
After another voice sounded, everyone's gazes turned in that direction.
Li Yi saw that the official who had come to Ruyi Workshop with Professor Feng last time had spoken up before anyone else. He was slightly surprised. However, he also knew that if he didn't bring out something good today, it would be difficult to get through this.
"Miss Ruoqing, I'll have to trouble you to grind the ink," Li Yi said to Wan Ruoqing with a smile.
Wan Ruoqing nodded and didn't move. The middle-aged official who had just spoken waved his sleeves and said, "No need, I'll grind the ink for you myself."
Magistrate Dong actually couldn't stand to see a few men make things difficult for a woman, but he wanted to see what kind of masterpiece Li Yi could write. After all, it was fine if he didn't do anything. Once he did, it would shake the entire poetry world in Qing 'an Prefecture. Based on the current state of the poetry world, stirring things up like this often was beneficial.
Li Yi watched as the minor official walked to the side and started to grind the ink. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This minor official didn't have a high position, but he liked to be in the limelight. The other officials hadn't said anything yet, but he was very proactive. His future would probably be like this.
As for the others, they were guessing the meaning behind Magistrate Dong's actions. For a moment, they weren't sure.
He dipped the brush in the ink and glanced at Cui Yanxin. With a wave of his hand, a line of words flowed out like floating clouds and flowing water.
"Ugly Slave."
After the poem was written, some of the officials couldn't help but cry out when they saw the elegant handwriting.
"Good writing!"
Disregarding the content of the poem, just these three words were enough to make them look at the young man in front of them in a different light.
Magistrate Dong and Professor Feng had seen Li Yi's writing before, so they weren't too surprised. However, when they saw the words written on the upper case, they glanced at each other and then looked at Cui Yanxin at the same time.
"The youth doesn't know the taste of worry. Love to go up to the next level and forcefully express worry for the sake of composing a new poem … "
Cui Yanxin's poem just now roughly meant … he had nothing to do and climbed a tall building alone. He worried about the country and the people, so much so that he couldn't eat or sleep peacefully. He grew thinner day by day. The whole poem could be summed up in one word — "worry."
Just now, he didn't think there was anything wrong with this poem. Thinking about it now, it seemed a bit pretentious and unwell.
After all, he looked full of energy and his body was wide and fat. He didn't look like he was growing thinner day by day.
However, this was actually a common failing of many scholars. Normally, they wouldn't pay attention to these things. If it was brought up, most people would probably be labeled as "forcefully expressing worry for the sake of composing a new poem."
But now that it was pointed out, naturally, it couldn't be ignored.
At this moment, Li Yi picked up his brush and finished writing the first and second part.
"The youth doesn't know the taste of worry. He loves to compose a new poem and forcefully expressing worry.
Now that he knows the taste of worry, he wants to say it but doesn't. He wants to say it but doesn't. It's a cool autumn … "
Professor Feng raised his head and glanced at Li Yi. As a professor of the government school, how could he not see that this sorrow was not the sorrow of parting, but the sorrow of home and country. The layers of foreshadowing were tactful and subtle, but not revealing … it was already an excellent piece of writing.
But the problem was, what was with the sorrow and anger revealed in the whole poem?
How could he have such experience at such a young age?
With his attainments in poetry, he definitely didn't write this poem to express his feelings, but to slap people in the face!
"Forcefully expressing worry for the sake of composing a new poem …"
Cui Yanxin had just finished worrying and he wrote such a sentence … Professor Feng sighed. He hoped that after tonight, Cui Yanxin wouldn't be traumatized.
At this moment, the expressions of the surrounding scholars also changed.
They still had the ability to judge. This poem was indeed much better than Cui Yanxin's poem.
Of course, the first sentence was more important.
"The youth doesn't know the taste of worry. He loves to compose a new poem and forcefully expresses worry … "
Wasn't the word "young man" referring to Cui Yanxin?
Even they felt like they had been shot in the knees.
Life had just begun. There were many things that had not been experienced. How could he have so many worries?
Thinking of the poem he had written before, he couldn't help but feel a burning sensation on his face.
At this moment, Cui Yanxin's face was pale as he stared blankly at the paper. It was as if a sharp knife had pierced his heart. Two streams of hot tears rolled down from his eyes.
He raised his head to look at Li Yi. The sorrow and anger in his heart had reached the sky.
"Forcefully expressing worry for the sake of composing a new poem … Do you dare to be more ruthless?"
Cui Yanxin's vision darkened and he fainted on the spot.
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