Nightwatcher Chapter 91: Accepting disciples

There was a dead silence inside and outside the Wumen, and hundreds of officials seemed to have lost their voices collectively, with this ironic poem echoing in their ears.

Only a scholar can truly understand how sharp the irony contained in this poem is.

Students are not afraid of being scolded, nor are they afraid of quarrels, and even treat quarrels as arguments and feel complacent. Low-status people like to fight with high-status people.

He has a long-standing reputation and likes to quarrel with the same level, even the emperor. Once the emperor becomes furious, they will point to the emperor and say: He is in a hurry, he is in a hurry...

It is one of the best in giving.

However, scholars, especially those in high positions, are afraid of being scolded by three things.

One, history books.

Second, article.

Three, poetry.

Because these three involve what scholars care most about: fame.

Fame in front of and behind.

Ercao's body and name will be destroyed, and the rivers will not be abandoned....This is the word of the heart. No scholar can bear the ridicule of this poem. It is too malicious.

Hundreds of Beijing officials, at this moment, there is a feeling of blood rushing to the skin, and they really feel the huge insult.

Not only the poem itself, but also because, but also because the one who humiliated their group of scholars was a crude martial artist.

Until the tall figure in the short cloak went further and further, an official tremblingly said:

"A fanatic, a vertical man, a rude man...How dare you insult me ​​so much. Your sirs, if you can't bear it or not, you can quickly kill the dog thief."

Yuan Xiong, the Yushi of Zuodu, was speaking. All his plans were in vain. He was in a trough, and his whole person was like a gunpowder barrel. At this time, Xu Qi'an deliberately waited to step on the foot at Wumen, which made him feel very angry. .

Yuan Xiong felt that Xu Qi'an's poem was mocking himself, trying to nail himself to the pillar of shame.

The second one who went violently was Qin Yuandao, the minister of war. He rushed a few steps furiously and sternly shouted:

"Guard, where is the guard, stop the dog thief for me, humiliate the princes of the court, and be disrespectful. Stop him for the officer!!"

Unfortunately, the Ouchi guards only obeyed Emperor Yuanjing's orders, and even the princess and prince had no right to move.

Sun Shangshu's mood is quite complicated, anger is inevitable, but I don't know why, he is relieved, Xu Qi'an didn't name him.

He nailed everyone on the stigma pole and spread it evenly. The humiliation for everyone is not so sharp.

Sun Shangshu feels that there is something wrong with his mentality, but he can't summarize it. Sun Shangshu, who is full of poetry and books, has never read a book written by Lu Shuren.

"Wei Gong really trained a capable subordinate."

Wang Shoufu's mouth twitches, yin and yang strange airway.

Even the unfathomable Wang Shoufu of the city mansion was irritated. The lethality of this poem is evident.

The officials looked at Wei Yuan angrily and questioned him with their eyes.

Wei Yuan seemed to have come back to his senses, and asked calmly: "Everyone, what are you doing, is it all right?"

........ The expressions of the officials were stagnant, and they felt that Wei Yuan's words were fluttering, and they were sent to the army.

"Well, how should this matter be written in history books?" a young Hanlin academy said, and said in a deep voice.

When the voice fell, I saw an official turning his head and looking at him faintly, his eyes seemed to say: Are you stupid by reading?

The attendant of the Hanlin Academy shrank his head and said: "These little things are not enough to be recorded in the annals of history."

Wei Yuan said indifferently: "The dynasty meeting is over. It is not suitable for the public to gather at the Meridian Gate, and leave as soon as possible."

After that, he left first, and after walking out for a while, Wei Yuan couldn't conceal the smile that appeared at the corners of his mouth any more, and he gleefully let out a "hey".

Leaving the palace gate and entering the carriage, Wei Yuan, who was in a good mood, told Nangong Qianrou who was driving.

The feminine son "heh" said: "Foster father, weren't you among the public at that time?"

The smile on Wei Yuan's face faded a little.

Outside the Meridian Gate, Huaiqing and Lin'an still stayed where they were, looking at the scattered figures of the civil and military officials.

Er Cao's body and fame will be destroyed, and the rivers will not be abandoned........ Huaiqing muttered to herself, her pupils reflected the backs of the princes, but in her heart there was only the man dressed as a guard The tall and tall figure who took the knife and left.

Xu Ningyan is different from an ordinary martial artist. He knows how to attack a man and how to use the sharpest attack to avenge the enemy without endangering himself.

Xu Ningyan's unique ability is to punish the heart with poetry and beat the literati Qi Cun.

"Dog minions are so majestic..." Biao Biao muttered.

There is only one scene in her eyes: a poem written by a dog slave makes the civil and military officials thunderous, but there is no alternative.

In Biao Xian's mind, this is something that the father and the emperor can't do. Although the father can overwhelm others with power, he can't be such an understatement as a dog slave.

Her charming peach-blossom eyes are shining, and she stands out proudly, barely standing out of Huaiqing's daily scale.

............

In the bedroom, after the morning session, Emperor Yuan Jing, holding the Taoist scriptures in his hand, silently listened to the report of the old eunuch, and knew what happened at the Meridian Gate.

"So courageous."

Emperor Yuan Jing smiled, unable to tell whether it was praise or sneer.

However, one thing the old **** can confirm is that Emperor Yuan Jing learned of this and learned that Xu Qi'an had acted arrogantly and did not mean to commit crimes.

He could vaguely guess the thoughts of Emperor Yuan Jing, what Xu Qi'an did, he was moving closer to the lonely minister, and walking the old path of Wei Yuan.

The lone minister is often the emperor's most assured.

A young man who is capable, gifted and talented is more in line with your Majesty’s wishes than he is going to be a lonely minister.

"Ercao's body and name will be destroyed, and the rivers will not be abandoned!"

Emperor Yuan Jing laughed, with a joke on his face: "Good poem, good poem, we are the chief poet, well deserved. My companion, give me an oral statement, and order the Hanlin Academy to write this in the annals of history, I want to See it in person."

This is your majesty's revenge on the nerds of the Hanlin Academy... The two poems of the Xu family brothers both make your majesty look happy. The old **** retreated.

Ercao's body and name will be destroyed, and the river will not be abandoned forever!

Emperor Yuan Jing recited the poem again, the pleasure on his face gradually faded, and his longing for longevity grew fierce.

.............

During lunch, Chu Yuanzhen listened to his old friend at the dinner table about what happened in the court, and finally, Xu Ningyan blocked the officials with one sword and ridiculed them with poems.

This, it turned out to be such a way to break the game.........It is a good idea to fight against the ministers with honors, but it is extremely difficult, how did Xu Ningyan and the number three do it..... .... No. 3 and Xu Ningyan are worthy of being brothers, and their talents in poetry are amazing.

Unfortunately, No. 3 is currently under-fed and low-grade, too far from his cousin Xu Qiancha. Otherwise, there must be number three among those who went to the tomb that day.

Of course, the Confucian system has been weak for a long time, and the low grade of No. 3 is understandable.

Chu Yuanzhen admired the poem written by No.3 on the court, and stopped saying more. Poems are good poems, but unfortunately the last sentence is not for others.

On the contrary, it was Xu Ningyan's poem mocking the officials. Chu Yuanjing was full of enthusiasm and drank three cups on the spot.

"I've long wanted to scold those people who have a vegetarian meal like this, but it's a pity that I am not good at poetry. Xu Ningyan is worthy of being the chief poet of the great Feng, three points into the wood." Chu Yuanzhen laughed.

The whole body is happy, he has the urge to go to Xu Ningyan right away, and talk to him about wine and get drunk.

But considering that the other party had just resolved the imperial examination fraud case with his cousin, there were still some trivial matters to be dealt with later, so I resisted the urge.

...........

Royal Palace.

Wang Simu, who closely followed the case, through his own management channels, inquired about the fierce battle that took place in the court today and the satirical poem at Wumen.

"I knew that Xu Huiyuan was so talented, how could imperial examination fraud be possible. Well, in this case, his cousin Xu Ningyan was even more powerful. Through his mediation, he could make Cao Guogong and the honorable king speak for Xu Huiyuan and make the court honorable. Speak for them.

"This relationship is unusual. What surprises me the most is that Wei Yuan didn't make a move. From the beginning to the end, he stood by and watched. In this way, Xu Huiyuan would not be branded as a castrated party. That’s a good thing with far-reaching impact."

Of course, it is also a good thing for me...Miss Wang smiled.

The maid, Lan'er, was by the side, pretending to listen carefully, but she was totally confused.

"Lan'er, you go to Xu Mansion again and make an appointment for Huiyuan for me....No, this will not seem reserved enough, it seems that I am asking for credit." Miss Wang shook her head and gave up the idea.

Xindao, at this time, silence can highlight my temperament and pattern. If I can’t wait to ask for credit, it will make the Xu family’s mistress look down on me.

Smart people don’t need to be too obvious, just tacitly understand.

............

Si Tianjian.

When Yang Qianhuan passed the alchemy room on the seventh floor, he heard the juniors discussing what happened in the early dynasty. He had initially dismissed these dynasty affairs and was too lazy to listen.

But after hearing the three words "Xu Ningyan", Yang Qianhuan slowed down and told him instinctively that perhaps it was another opportunity to increase his knowledge.

"Xu Gongzi's poem is so pleasing. I think it is the first satirical poem in the ages."

"Look at what you said, it's too exaggerated, but it's really cool, especially when you are stuck in the Meridian Gate in front of the civil and military officials, such a sentence..."

Poem? What poem.

Yang Qianhuan approached silently, and said in a deep voice, "What are you talking about?"

The white-clothed alchemists were taken aback, staring at the back of his head, and complained: "Brother Yang, you are like this every time, so scared."

Yang Qianhuan ignored him and asked: "What did Xu Ningyan do to block the civil and military officials alone at the Meridian Gate? What is the first taunting poem for the ages."

The white-clothed alchemist told Yang Qian about what happened today.

Yang Qianhuan was struck by lightning, and a picture appeared in his mind. After he left, the civil and military officials slowly walked out of the Meridian Gate. At this moment, he suddenly saw a white figure standing there with his back facing all living beings, blocking the group. The way of the minister.

The princes were furious, and scolded the white warlocks for not knowing the heights of the sky, and daring to block my way.

The sorcerer in white clothes ignored the yelling of the sky, and suddenly issued a long chant: "Ercao's body will be destroyed with his name, and the river will not be abandoned."

The civil and military officials were dumbfounded and shocked on the spot.

Thinking of this, Yang Qianhuan felt her body wandering like electricity, shuddering uncontrollably, with goose bumps protruding from her neck and arms.

"Why? Why is Xu Ningyan always able to do one thing, one thing one after another. Yunzhou alone defended the four hundred rebels, fighting against Buddhism under the eyes of everyone........ It’s too unfair, it’s too unfair.

"When is the next meeting? Me, I want to go to Meridian, I must go."

...........

In the afternoon, Jiaofang Division.

Xu Qi'an and Fuxiang sat and drank tea, chatting and laughing, and told Fuxiang about today's court, and attached the patriotic poem "made" by Xu Xinnian and the half line of his poem at Wumen.

Floating Fragrance is a person who loves poetry, and his heart is shaking when he hears it, especially for Xu Qi'an's deeds of blocking hundreds of officials. He is full of admiration, and his eyes are full, as if water is dripping.

"One thing, please, spread out the affairs of today's court." After all, Xu Qi'an made his request.

Jiaofang Division is the fastest and most convenient transfer station for disseminating information.

"Then, what reward does Xu Lang plan to give others?"

Fuxiang wouldn't refuse back then, Qiu Shui's eyes were bright, looking straight at Xu Qi'an.

If you like someone, you can’t hide it. Fuxiang’s miss for Xu Qi’an is full of moisture.

Half an hour later, Xu Qi'an went to meet with Ming Yan, Xiao Ya, and other familiar oirans, and asked them to spread what happened in the court today when they were playing in the tea house.

Then rode back home on the little mare.

The imperial examination fraud case was a fatal blow to Xu Xinnian's reputation. Especially after deliberate spreading, the scholars in Beijing and the public all knew that Xu Xinnian was obtained by cheating.

This impression will slowly settle in the following time. Once a brand is formed, even if the court proves innocence for Xu New Year in the future, it will be difficult to reverse the image for a while.

Furthermore, the imperial examination fraud case is not over yet, and the palace exam will be five days later. Xu Qi'an has to guard against Sun Shangshu and others desperately making trouble on the eve of the palace exam.

For example, inciting the Guozijian students to make trouble.

If public opinion can be reversed in a short period of time, then the students of the Imperial College will become obscure, and it will be difficult for them to become a major event.

When everyone knows that Xu Xinnian was wronged, even if you pretend to turn a blind eye, you will not get public approval and support.

Whether the ancients were fighting or conspiring, they paid great attention to being famous.

"The favor of the King Yu has been used up, and it is not a loss. Fortunately, King Yu has no intention of fighting for fame and profit, otherwise he may not stand out for me...Cao Guogong, I promised The benefits have not been given yet. With the power of the Duke and the Vice-General of the King of the North, I have turned back and will be defeated..."

"The king of Zhenbei probably didn't know about this. It was the plan of the vice-general and Guo Guogong~IndoMTL.com~ However, I am just a small silver gong. Even if the king of Zhenbei knew about it, I would not blame the vice-general. Moreover, Buddhism King Kong's undefeated, even high-rank martial artists will be tempted. After all, it can enhance defense, cultivate to a high level, and even make a breakthrough in combat power. He has no reason to be tempted.

"So, the promised benefits still have to be given. However, I can write the Jiuyin Scripture backwards..."

.............

After dusk, the Xu family's dining table was filled with joy. Auntie enthusiastically served Xu New Year with vegetables, and Xu Qi'an at the same time.

As if both are his own sons.

Although this attitude won't last long, in the future, when the nephew is yelling in anger, the aunt will remember the old hatred of the year again, and then the relationship will return to the original state.

But at this moment Auntie's gratitude is as sincere as 24k pure gold.

Xu Lingyue likes this kind of family atmosphere very much, and admires her elder brother more and more, her smart eyes have been hanging on Xu Qi'an.

"Um, I have something to say."

Lina swallowed the food and looked at Xu Qi'an and Xu Ershu with a rare serious attitude.

"What's the matter?" Xu Qi'an asked while eating.

Xu Ershu picked up the wine glass, took a sip of the wine, and looked at the little black skin in southern Xinjiang.

Lina had a serious face, looked at Xu Lingyin, and said: "I want to receive the ringtone as a disciple."

"Puff..." Xu Qi'an sprayed rice.

"Puff..." Xu Ershu sprayed wine.

The family was caught off guard.

Xu Xinnian shakes the rice grains off his body with a look of disgust, and moves away from his eldest brother, then looks at Lina: "Tell me about your reasons."

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