Dafeng Night Watchman
Chapter 190: Chapter 190: A Poem Shocks Everyone

Chapter 190: Chapter 190: A Poem Shocks Everyone

When the Qingzhou prefect asked questions, the other officials also stopped talking and drinking, and smiled and paid attention to this side.

Big is big, small is small, and the big and small ones are the golden hoop and the tendon...Xu Qiyan complained about the fourth-rank official's address to him in his heart, and smiled back on the surface:

"I am not worthy of such an address from the lord, and the poem was indeed written by me."

Oh, it was him... The officials showed a look of sudden realization.

When they first heard the name Xu Qiyan, they did not react, but they also felt that the name was familiar. After so much time, after repeated thinking, they had some guesses about the identity of this strange bronze gong.

With the spread of several famous works of Xu Qiyan, although the officialdom and Confucian scholars did not deliberately promote his reputation, those present were all high-ranking officials in the state, and there were corresponding channels to inquire.

No wonder, when the governor heard the name, he immediately rushed over in a hurry.

"Sending Ziyang Layman to Qingzhou at the Sheep Pavilion" has long been known throughout the country. As soon as this great scholar entered the officialdom, he had this masterpiece to lead the way, which can be said to have taken advantage of the people.

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

"I have heard of your great name for a long time. It is indeed a handsome man,

rare talent."

The Qingzhou prefect laughed loudly, and said flattering words in an open and aboveboard manner, and his level of flattery was perfect.

Too much praise... Not only a rare talent, but also a rare talent. Xu Qi'an had to admit that if he changed his position and became the focus, then the disgusting official social activities would suddenly become lively and interesting, and he thought how nice it would be if it could continue forever.

After drinking, the Qingzhou prefect glanced at the governor Yang Gong in the main seat. This great scholar with first-class skills and abilities restrained the oppressive official power and looked relaxed.

At this moment, the Qingzhou prefect suddenly thought of the headache-inducing stele. In fact, writing poetry is the best choice, which is simple, eye-catching, and thought-provoking. It's just that poetry is rare, so I didn't consider it. But now it's different, Xu Qiyan is here. He came at the right time.

Xu Qiyan is quite talented in poetry... The governor happened to be troubled by the stele inscription, and even we are troubled... Can we let this great talent worry about it for us? Well, the governor may not have this idea, but as the lord of a state, it is difficult to say it out loud because of face... The Qingzhou prefect has a lively mind.

Thinking of this, the prefect smiled and raised a sentence: "What other good works does Xu have in the capital?"

He asked casually. If the other party evaded and said no, he would use this to push Xu Qiyan to the forefront, unite with the officials to make a fuss, instigate him to write poetry on the spot, and then naturally give the "topic".

Similar tactics are commonplace at the wine table, but they are usually used to persuade people to drink, but now they are used to write poems, with different purposes.

.... Want to get my poems for free again? Xu Qiyan wanted to evade and said "No", but

Governor Zhang took the lead and took over the topic, smiling: "Really."

The officials present looked over with interest, including Ziyang Jushi.

How can a scholar not be good at poetry?

Governor Zhang easily regained the focus, took a sip of wine, and smiled: "But it's only half a poem, which has just been circulated in Beijing for a short time. I guess you haven't heard of it yet."

"Oh? Only half a poem?"

"Governor, please tell me, I am all ears."

The officials did not despise the half poem, but became more curious. This half poem must be

a top-notch masterpiece, otherwise how could it be circulated in Beijing with only half a

poem. If it is not good, it is not worth the governor to bring it out in public.

Half a poem....Yang Gong couldn't help but glance at Xu Qiyan, and then looked back at Governor Zhang.

Governor Zhang put down his cup, cleared his throat, and put on a full style before looking around at everyone and saying aloud: "After getting drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams pressing down on the Milky Way."

At this time, a dance just ended and the music slowly faded away.

The banquet fell into a dead silence. The officials savored this half of the poem, and only felt a sense of transcendence and unrestrainedness coming towards them, not caring about fame and fortune, and not caring about gains and losses.

After a big drunkenness, lying in the black-sailed boat, looking at the Milky Way above the head, the seven-foot body pressed down another Milky Way, and the free and easy air came naturally.

Some people shook their heads, as if intoxicated. Some people couldn't help but look at the small pond in the yard, where clusters of fiery red lotuses grew, but unfortunately the pond was too small.

Ziyang Layman clapped his hands and said, "This poem has a lofty idea and should be the pinnacle of poetry in the past two hundred years of this dynasty. Wonderful, wonderful."

He drank three glasses of wine in a row, and he was extremely happy to drink wine and compose poems.

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

Fuck... Isn't it enough for you to whore me once? Don't I have dignity... Xu Qiyan almost wanted to spray him with salt soda in the face, and said in a deep voice: "It has been." Ziyang Layman was a little disappointed, nodded, and didn't continue talking, muttering to himself, intoxicated.

Seeing that it was almost done, the Qingzhou prefect picked up the wine glass and flattered: "What a coincidence, the governor is about to set up a warning stele in the front yard of each government office, and the inscription has not been decided. I wonder if Lord Xu can write a

poem?"

As soon as this was said, almost everyone subconsciously looked at Xu Qiyan.

Ziyang Jushi neither agreed nor stopped him, but smiled and looked at the small bronze gong without saying a word.

You want my poems for a glass of wine? I am not that kind of person...Xu Qiyan sighed:

"I am accompanying the governor to Yunzhou to investigate a case. I am worried about the uncertain future. How can I have the energy and mood to write poems? Sorry, gentlemen." The officials of Qingzhou were immediately disappointed. The prefect of Qingzhou was anxious and said: "Master Xu's poetry is amazing, don't refuse."

Xu Qiyan shook his head helplessly and drank the cup.

Ziyang Jushi pondered for a while, took off the jade ring on his thumb, and said in a deep voice: "Yunzhou is seriously plagued by bandits. This trip is indeed dangerous. Ning Yan, keep this jade ring. I have worn it for many years. It can ward off evil spirits with the righteousness of the noble spirit."

Xu Qiyan's eyes immediately fell on the ring, and he vaguely saw a flash of pure air, and remembered what Chu Caiwei had said.

There are three kinds of magic tools in the world: one is made by the formation master of Sitianjian; one is naturally bred by chance; the last one is stained with the breath of a high- quality strongman, and has a certain magical power over time.

This jade ring is the third kind.

Boss, don't treat me as a human tonight... Xu Qian'an took it hurriedly, carefully put it in his arms, and said after a while: "I don't know what happened, but suddenly I had a lot of

inspiration and got a poem."

Didn't you say you were not in the mood to write a poem? The officials looked at him blankly, and after a few seconds, they gradually understood, so their eyes became a lot weirder, but

they understood each other tacitly.

Ziyang Jushi smiled unchanged: "I am all ears."

Xu Qian'an nodded, and he had already made a choice in his heart. He was going to use the

four lines of poetry that he used in the heart-searching test when he was taking the

qualification test.

Because there is no poem more suitable for use here than this one. If I remember correctly, this poem is also called "Jie Shi Ming", which is used to warn all officials.

He took a sip of wine, and the poem came to his mind, and his mood seemed to return to the lofty ambitions of the time when he was questioning his conscience.

He couldn't help but stand up, first looking at Yang Gong, a layman in Ziyang, and whispered:

"You eat your salary."

Then he looked at Governor Zhang:

"The people's fat and blood."

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

"It is easy to abuse the people."

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

"It is difficult to deceive God!"

Unconsciously, his voice was integrated with the lion's roar of Buddhism, which sounded in the ears of the officials, like the morning bell and the evening drum, deafening.

Clang... The sound of wine glasses breaking continued to ring.

Many officials were guilty or ashamed, and faced a gong without a rank, as if they were facing

a strict superior, and they dared not breathe.

A few who had a clear conscience straightened their backs and were excited.

"Good poem, good poem!"

Zi Yang Jushi slammed the table and stood up. The great scholar's emotions were a little out

of control. He did not seem like a seasoned and capable official, but a young student who had just entered the officialdom, full of vigor and righteousness.

"If I could have shouted out this poem in the court and vented my frustration, why would I have been depressed for a year? Xu Ningyan, Xu Ningyan, you are a true seed of learning."

In the courtyard, the dancers who endured the cold wind blinked their eyes and looked at the only young man at the banquet with curiosity.

With such aspirations, it is no wonder that he could do the action of cutting the silver gong with a knife... I don't know how many people were scared by this poem... Governor Zhang sighed, and seeing that the scene was a little stiff, he changed the subject:

"What the governor said is very true, Ning Yan, it's a pity that you didn't study at the

beginning."

Xu Qian'an hiccuped and said helplessly: "My second uncle thought 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, thinking that your second uncle was not a

son, and wasted a seed of study in vain. If Xu Ningyan was a scholar, the literary world of

Dafeng would not be lonely.

....

The banquet dispersed in the middle of the night, and Xu Qian'an, who was a little drunk, came to the pool and picked those bright red lotus flowers.

This lotus variety is extremely strange, with only six petals, each of which is plump and

crystal clear, a variety he has never seen before.

"This lotus is called red lotus, also called cold lotus, and is unique to Qingzhou." Ziyang Lay Buddhist came over, stood on one side with his hands behind his back:

"It blooms in October and withers in the spring of the following year. The lotus seeds are

warm in nature and can be used as medicine."

.... I have never seen lotus flowers blooming in winter in my previous life. Xu Qi'an smiled and

said, "Flowering and bearing fruit in the dead of winter, the nature is warm, just the opposite of the season. These red lotuses cannot be transplanted to the Central Plains?" "Can't survive." Ziyang Lay Buddhist seemed to be referring to something, and said, "The

bandit problem in Yunzhou is also unique to Yunzhou. It cannot survive in any other state. Do you know where the problem is?"

Isn't this a historical problem... Xu Qi'an's heart moved, and he bowed: "Please teach me,

sir."

He didn't call him sir, but sir. He regarded himself as a student.