Nightwatcher Chapter 189: 1 Poetry Surprise 4 Seats

When the Qingzhou prefectural government questioned, the other officials also stopped talking and drinking, and they were paying attention here with a smile without a word.

Big is big, small is small, and big and small are golden hoop rods and tendons... Xu Qi'an complained in his heart that this fourth-grade official called himself, and on the surface he smiled:

"Humble job cannot be called as an adult, the poem is indeed written by humble job."

Oh, it really was him....The officials looked surprised.

When they first heard the name Xu Qi'an, they didn't react, but they felt that the name was familiar. After such a long time, after thinking about it, there was some speculation about the identity of this strange gong.

With the spread of several masterpieces by Xu Qi'an, although the officialdom and Rulin did not deliberately promote his reputation, all present here are high-ranking officials from a state, and there are corresponding channels for inquiries.

No wonder, the governor rushed over immediately after hearing this name.

"The Sheep Pavilion Sends Ziyang Layers to Qingzhou" has long been spread across the country. As soon as this great Confucian came out of officialdom, this masterpiece took the lead, which can be described as taking advantage of people and harmony.

And all this is attributed to the gong called Xu Qi'an.

"Long admiring a great name, it is indeed a magnificent appearance, among the dragon and the phoenix."

The prefect of Qingzhou laughed loudly, and said flattering things in an upright manner, raising the level of people like a fire.

Crafted awards...not only among people, but also Ding Zhonglong. Xu Qi'an had to admit that if he changed his position and became the focus of himself, then the disgusting officialdom entertainment would suddenly become lively and interesting, and he wondered if it could continue forever.

After the prefect of Qingzhou finished drinking, Yu Guang glanced at the chief ambassador Yang Gong, a great scholar with first-class wrist ability, reduced his repressive official power and a relaxed expression.

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

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

It's time to come.

Xu Qi'an is quite talented in poetry....The governor happened to be troubled by the inscription, and even us have a headache....Can this great talent trouble us? Um, the governor may not have this idea, but as the honor of a state, it is hard to say because of the face... Qingzhou prefect has a brain.

Thinking of this, the prefect smiled and raised him: "What other masterpieces does Mr. Xu have in Beijing?"

He asked casually. If the other party evaded and said no, he would use this to push Xu Qi'an to the forefront, join the officials to roar and encourage him to write poems on the spot, and then naturally give a "topic".

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

.... Want to use my poem again? Xu Qi'an wanted to shirk and said "no", but Governor Zhang took the lead and laughed: "It's true."

The officials present looked over with great interest, including Lay Ziyang.

How can scholars have bad poetry?

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

"Oh? Only half of the song?"

"Speak up, your governor, and listen carefully to the officials."

The officials did not despise half of the poem, but became more and more curious. This half of the poem must be the best masterpiece, otherwise only half of the poem will spread in the capital. If it's not good, it's not worth speaking out in public.

Half of the song.... Yang Gong couldn't help but glance at Xu Qi'an, then back to Governor Zhang.

Governor Zhang put down the cup, cleared his throat, looked at everyone, and said loudly: "When I am drunk, I don't know the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the galaxy."

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

The banquet fell into a dead silence, and the officials tasted the half of the poem, only to feel that a detached and unrestrained chic was oncoming, regardless of fame and fortune, regardless of profit or loss.

After a big drunk, lying in the awning boat, looking at the galaxy above his head, his seven-foot body pressed against the other galaxy, and he felt free and easy.

Someone shook their heads and was drunk. Someone could not help looking at the small pond in the yard, where clusters of red lotus flowers grew, but the pond was too small.

The Ziyang lay high-five said: "This poem is so lofty that it should be the pinnacle of the poems of the dynasty in the past two hundred years. Wonderful and wonderful."

He drank three glasses of wine in a row, and accompany the poems with wine, which was extremely satisfying.

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

Fuck...your prostitute me once is not enough? I don’t have dignity...Xu Qi’an almost wanted to spray him with salt soda, and said in a deep voice: "I have it."

Jushi Ziyang was a little disappointed, nodded, did not continue to speak, muttered to himself, intoxicated.

Seeing it almost, Qingzhou Prefecture picked up the wine glass and flattered: "Coincidentally, the governor is about to set up a monument in the front yard of each Yamen. The inscription is undecided. I wonder if Master Xu can write a poem?"

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

Jushi Ziyang neither agreed nor stopped, and looked at the small gong with a smile without a word.

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

"The humble post accompanied the governor to Yunzhou to investigate the case. The future is uncertain and worried. How can I have the energy and mood to write poetry? Sorry, several adults."

The officials of Qingzhou were immediately disappointed, and the prefect of Qingzhou was in a hurry and said: "Master Xu is amazing with poetry. Don't refuse."

Xu Qi'an reluctantly shook his head, serving a drink.

The layman Ziyang pondered for a moment, took off the jade finger that he was wearing on his thumb, and said in a deep voice: "Yunzhou is seriously infested with banditry, this trip is indeed dangerous. Ning Yan, you put this jade finger away, and the official has worn it for many years. It can be raised by the awe-inspiring temperature to ward off evil spirits."

Xu Qi'an's eyes suddenly fell on the fingers, vaguely saw the fleeting breath, and remembered what Chu Caiwei once said.

There are three kinds of magical instruments in the world: one is refined by the Sitian Supervisor; the other is naturally conceived by chance and coincidence; the last is contaminated with the breath of high-grade and powerful people, accumulating over time, possessing a certain miracle.

This jade pull finger is the third type.

Big brother, don't treat me like a person tonight...Xu Qi'an hurriedly took it, earnestly in his arms, pondered for a moment, and said, "I don't know what's going on. Suddenly, there is a lot of thoughts and I got a poem. "

Didn’t you say you are not in the mood to write poetry? The officials looked at him blankly, and after a few seconds, they gradually realized their understanding, so their eyes looked a lot strange, but they were tacitly tacit.

The smile of Lay Ziyang has not changed: "This official listens carefully."

Xu Qi'an nodded, and he had a choice in his heart. He was going to use the four lines of poems he used in the questioning mind when he had the aptitude test.

Because there is nothing more suitable for use here than this poem. If you remember correctly, this poem is also called "Jie Shi Inscription", which is used to warn hundreds of officials.

He drank a sip and the poem appeared in his mind, as if he had returned to the lofty ambition when he asked the heart.

Can't help standing up, looking at the Ziyang layman Yang Gong first, and whispered:

"Er Shi Erlu."

Look at Governor Zhang again:

"Min Zhi Min ointment."

Next, he slowly scanned the officials present, and his voice suddenly became severe:

"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!"

Unconsciously, the roar of a Buddhist lion blended into his voice, which rang in the ears of the officials, like a bell in the evening, and it shook the ears.

Kang Dang...the sound of the wine glass breaking constantly.

Many officials have faces with guilty conscience or shame. Facing a gong with no grade, they seem to face a strict superior, and they dare not breathe.

A few people who have a clear conscience straightened their waists and felt excited.

"Good poem, good poem!"

The layman Ziyang shot up at the table. The great scholar's emotions were a little out of control. He didn't feel like an old and capable party leader, but a young student who had just entered the officialdom, full of vigor and righteousness.

"If I could swear this poem in the courtroom and spit out my heart, why would I be depressed for a while? Xu Ningyan, Xu Ningyan, you are the real seed of reading."

In the courtyard, the dancers who endured the cold wind blinked and looked curiously at the only young man on the banquet.

This mood, no wonder he was able to make the act of cutting the silver gong with a knife... I don’t know how many people have been frightened by this poem... Governor Zhang sighed. Seeing that the scene was a little frozen, he changed the subject:

"The chief ambassador said that, Ning Yan, it's a pity that you didn't study at the beginning."

Xu Qi'an hiccuped with alcohol and said helplessly: "Second uncle thinks I am more suitable for martial arts, so he didn't let people continue to study."

When the officials heard this, they were very angry, and said, your second uncle is not a son of man and wasted a seed of reading. If Xu Ningyan is a scholar, Dafeng's literary world is not lonely.

....

The banquet dissipated in the middle of the night, and a little drunk Xu Qi'an came to the pool and picked the red lotus.

This lotus species is extremely strange, with only six petals, and each petal is full of crystals. It is a species he has never seen before.

"This lotus is called Honglian~IndoMTL.com~ also called Hanlian. It is a unique lotus in Qingzhou." Lay Ziyang came over, carrying his hands on his back, standing on one side:

"It only blooms in October, and the spring withers all the time in the coming year. The lotus seeds produced are warm in nature and can be used as medicine."

.... I have never seen lotus flowers bloom in winter. Xu Qi'an smiled and said: "It blooms and bears fruit in the middle of winter, and the nature is warm, just the opposite of the season. Can these red lotus be transplanted to the Central Plains?"

"I can't live." The Ziyang layman seemed to have pointed out, and said: "Yunzhou banditry is also unique to Yunzhou. If you change any state, you can't survive. Where is this disease, do you know? "

Isn't this a question left over from history.....Xu Qi'an moved in his heart, and said, "Mr. please advise."

He didn't call an adult, but Mr. Act as a student.

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PS: In the past few days, this chapter said that the function is closed, the whole site is closed, and the 5th is restored. You can post this chapter as usual, and it will be displayed after the 5th. Hey, there is no soul without the book mentioned in this chapter. When the day is over, I will come back to this chapter and talk about it. Mainly... Toolman can't catch insects anymore. I’ll post it first, then read it again, and correct the typo.