Da Bong fights more people

When they first heard the name Xu Qi'an, they didn't react, but they also felt that the name was familiar.After such a long time, after thinking over and over again, I have some guesses about the identity of this strange Tonggong.

With the spread of Xu Qi'an's several masterpieces handed down from generation to generation, although the official circles and scholars did not deliberately publicize his reputation, all the people present here are high-ranking officials from a state, and there are corresponding channels to inquire.

No wonder, after hearing the name, the chief political envoy hurried over immediately.

Qingzhou, where the Sheep Pavilion sent Ziyang Layman, has already been spread all over the country. As soon as this great Confucian became an official, he had this masterpiece as the first, which can be said to have taken advantage of the harmony of people.

And all this is due to the gong named Xu Qi'an in front of him.

"I have admired her name for a long time, and she is indeed handsome, like a dragon and a phoenix among people."

The prefect of Qingzhou laughed loudly, and said flattering words in an upright manner, and his level of elevating people was as perfect as fire.

Too many prizes...not only the dragon and the phoenix among the people, but also the dragon and the phoenix among the little ones.Xu Qi'an had to admit that if he changed his position and became the focus, the disgusting official entertainment would suddenly become lively and interesting, and he thought that it would be great if it could continue.

After the prefect of Qingzhou finished his drink, he glanced at Yang Gong, the chief envoy from the corner of his eyes. This man is a first-class Confucianist, restraining his oppressive official authority, with a relaxed demeanor.

At this moment, the prefect of Qingzhou suddenly remembered the troublesome stele. In fact, writing poetry is the best choice. It is simple, eye-catching, and thought-provoking.

Only poetry is rare, so it is not considered.But now it's different, Xu Qi'an is here.

Just in time.

Xu Qi'an has quite a talent for poetry...The chief minister just happened to be troubled by the stele, and even we have a headache...Can we let this great talent trouble our brains for us?Well, Mr. Chief Executive may not have such thoughts, but as the lord of a state, it is hard to say it out of face... The prefect of Qingzhou has a lot of brains.

Thinking of this, the magistrate smiled and asked: "What other masterpieces does Master Xu have in the capital?"

He was asking casually, but if the other party refused to say no, he would use this to push Xu Qi'an to the forefront, collude with all the officials to make a fuss, encourage him to compose a poem on the spot, and then give the "title" naturally.

Similar methods are commonplace on the wine table, but they are usually used to persuade people to drink, but now they are used to compose poems for different purposes.

.... Want to whore my poems again?Xu Qi'an wanted to evade and say "no", but Governor Zhang took the topic first, and said with a smile: "It really is."

The officials present looked at it with great interest, including Layman Ziyang.

How can a scholar have bad poetry?

Governor Zhang easily regained the focus, took a sip of wine, and said with a smile: "It's only half of the song, and it has just been circulated in Beijing, so you probably haven't heard of it yet."

"Oh? Only half of it?"

"My lord governor, speak quickly, and the officials will listen with all ears."

The officials did not despise the half-song, but became more and more curious. This half-song must be a top-notch masterpiece, otherwise how would it spread in the capital only by the half-song.If it's bad, it's not worth mentioning it in public, the governor.

Half a head...Yang Gong couldn't help but glance at Xu Qi'an, and then back at Governor Zhang.

Governor Zhang put down his glass, cleared his throat, and looked around the crowd with enough pomp and said loudly: "When you are drunk, you don't know the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams."

At this time, just as the dance ended, the music slowly dissipated.

The banquet fell into a dead silence, and all the officials tasted the half of the poem, only to feel a sense of unrestrained elegance coming towards them, regardless of fame and fortune, and regardless of gains and losses.

After a big drunk, lying in the black-covered boat, looking at the galaxy above the head, the seven-foot body is pressing another galaxy, and the air of freedom and ease emerges spontaneously.

Some people shook their heads, fascinated.Someone couldn't help looking at the small pond in the yard, where clusters of fiery red lotus flowers grew, but the pond was too small.

Layman Ziyang clapped his hands and said: "This poem has a lofty conception, and it should be the pinnacle of poetry in the past 200 years of this dynasty. It's wonderful."

He drank three glasses of wine in a row, and accompanied the poems with wine, feeling extremely happy.

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

Fuck...Isn't it enough for you to fuck me once?Does Lao Tzu have no dignity...Xu Qi'an almost wanted to spray salt soda all over his face, and said in a deep voice, "I already have."

Layman Ziyang was a little disappointed, nodded his head, did not continue talking, and muttered to himself, fascinated.

Seeing that it was almost done, the prefect of Qingzhou picked up his wine glass and said flatteringly: "Coincidentally, the chief envoy is about to set up a monument in the front yard of each yamen. The monument has not yet been determined. I wonder if Mr. Xu can write a poem?"

As soon as these words came out, almost everyone subconsciously looked at Xu Qi'an.

Layman Ziyang neither echoed nor stopped, just smiled and looked at the little gong without saying a word.

I want my poems just after a glass of wine, I'm not that kind of person...Xu Qi'an sighed:

"The humble official went to Yunzhou with the governor to investigate the case. The future is uncertain and worried. How can I have the energy and mood to write poetry? Sorry, my lords."

The officials in Qingzhou were immediately disappointed, and the prefect of Qingzhou hurriedly said: "Mr. Xu's poems are amazing, don't refuse."

Xu Qi'an shook his head helplessly, holding a glass to drink.

Layman Ziyang pondered for a moment, took off the jade wrench worn on his thumb, and said in a deep voice: "Yunzhou is seriously plagued by bandits, and this trip is indeed dangerous. Ning Yan, please keep this jade wrench. I have worn it for many years. Nourishing the temperature can ward off evil spirits."

Xu Qi'an's eyes immediately fell on the finger puller, he vaguely saw the fleeting breath, and remembered what Chu Caiwei had said.

There are three kinds of magical artifacts in the world: one is refined by Sitian Supervisor; the other is conceived naturally by chance;

This jade finger is the third type.

Boss, don't treat me like a human being tonight...Xu Qi'an hurriedly took it, put it in his arms cautiously, pondered for a while, and said: "I don't know what happened, suddenly my spiritual thoughts spring up, and I got a poem by chance."

Didn't you say that you are not in the mood to write poetry?All the officials looked at him blankly, and after a few seconds, they gradually realized, so their eyes became more strange, but they understood him tacitly.

Layman Ziyang's smile remained unchanged: "I am all ears."

Xu Qi'an nodded, he had already made a choice in his heart, he was going to use the four lines of poems he used in the questioning of the heart during the aptitude test.

Because there is nothing more suitable to be used here than this poem. If I remember correctly, this poem is also called Jie Shiming, which is used to warn all officials.

He took a sip of wine, and the poem appeared in his mind, and his mood seemed to return to the heroic ambition when he asked Xinguan.

I couldn't help standing up, looked at Ziyang Layman Yang Gong first, and said softly:

"Er Shi Erlu."

Looking at Governor Zhang again:

"The fat of the people, the ointment of the people."

Then, he slowly swept across the officials present, and his voice suddenly became severe:

"The common people are easy to abuse."

Finally, looking up at the sky, the whole person seemed to be excited, and said loudly:

"God is hard to bully!"

Before he knew it, his voice was fused with the roar of a Buddhist lion, which rang in the ears of all the officials, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, deafening.