big week bad guy

Chapter 24
Zhao Xun got up abruptly, first crossed his hands to Li Taiping, then under Jia Xingwen's slightly shocked gaze, he put one hand behind his back and began to pace and prepare.

As a time traveler who majored in classical literature in his previous life, he has a rich reserve of poetry. If he loses in the poetry competition after coming to the Great Zhou Dynasty, his previous life will be wasted.

Zhao Xun not only wants to compose poems, but also improvises poems.

After walking seven steps, Zhao Xun smiled slightly: "Zhao has made a fool of himself."

"Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring.

In the clear sky, when cranes line up on the clouds, the poetry will be drawn to the blue sky. "

As soon as this poem came out, the painting boat immediately became silent.

Although these scholars' ability to write poetry is very ordinary, it does not mean that they do not understand what good poetry is.

Zhao Xun's poem is top-notch in terms of imagery, emotional progression, and ideological position, and it has always stunned everyone.

After a long time, someone woke up like a dream.

"Good poetry, really good poetry. It's a good sentence since ancient times when autumn is sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring. Everyone in the world feels that spring is full of vitality, but autumn is bleak and sad. But Mr. Zhao bluntly said that autumn is far better than spring, which reflects the high spirits .Young people should be like this!"

"That's right, that's right, the last two sentences are absolutely perfect. In the clear sky, one crane is flying above the clouds, and the other is soaring into the sky. The scenery is suddenly magnificent, and the mood is also cheerful. Then he quoted the poetic sentiment to Bi Xiao, showing that Mr. Zhao went straight to the sky. His ambition to rise above the clouds."

Zhao Xun thought in his heart that these guys are good at tasting. It is already very good to be able to dissect this poem into this form.

"you flatter me."

Zhao Xun arched his hands and said modestly.

When Li Taiping, the head of Yonghe County, heard this poem, his eyes were full of love and envy.

"Zhao Xun, your poems are really amazing, and the county lord likes it very much."

Li Taiping has a straight-forward personality, never twitching about what he likes, but expressing it clearly.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for the compliment."

Zhao Xun nodded slightly.

At this moment, Zhao Xun suddenly felt that the acupuncture points all over his body seemed to be pierced by a wave of true energy, and his body trembled subconsciously.

This feeling is so similar to when he was in Zhangjing Temple.

It's arrogance!

If it is a coincidence once, there is definitely a story if it happens twice.

If Zhao Xun's guess is correct, as long as he recites a good poem, he will stimulate the awe-inspiring energy hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness to permeate his whole body.

The last time he fought against the Dongyue swordsman at Zhangjing Temple, Zhao Xun finally turned the crisis and defeated his opponent by relying on the burst of arrogance.This time, although there is no fear of life, it can be regarded as a limelight.

Is awe-inspiring energy connected with poetry?
After reaching this conclusion, Zhao Xun was very excited.

If it is said that the cultivation of martial arts depends on the accumulation day after day and the breakthrough in actual combat, the cultivation of literature, Taoism and Confucianism relies more on meditation and comprehension.

Zhao Xun has so many poetry reserves, is he still worried that he can't make achievements in literary cultivation?
If "Wen Zong's First Knowledge and Enlightenment" is an introduction, then the poems are the connection between Zhao Xun, Haoran Academy and Haoran Qi.

As long as this connection is connected, he may improve his literary skills.

"Zhao Xun, are you okay?"

"Young Master Zhao? Young Master Zhao?"

Amid the exclamation of everyone, Zhao Xun gradually pulled out of his thoughts and returned to a calm state.

"His Royal Highness, brothers and sisters, Mr. Zhao is fine, thank you for your concern."

This can fool others, but not Jia Xingwen.

There was a look of worry in his eyes, but he didn't say much.

In this case, it is really not appropriate to reveal too much.

It's not too late to talk about it when we get back to the bad person's office.

"That's fine."

Li Taiping breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Your poems are excellent, and the county lord likes them very much. You must participate in the Qujiang Poetry Fair in January, so that those who are proud of themselves can see what is real Great wit.

"Uh, this."

Zhao Xun showed embarrassment.

"Why, you don't want to go?"

"That's not true. But the minister is worried that it will affect the handling of the case."

"You don't have to worry about this. According to the usual practice, on the day of the Qujiang Poetry Meeting, all the yamen will take a rest, and the yamen of bad people is no exception. You can come here with confidence."

Li Taiping said triumphantly.

Hiss, this Yonghe county lord is really talking nonsense.

Can the word "bad person" be mentioned at will?

Sure enough, after hearing that Zhao Xun was a bad person, the scholars who were still praising and boasting about him all showed fear for a while, and several of them even backed away subconsciously.

It's no wonder that the reputation of bad people is not very good in the Great Zhou Empire, and some people even use bad people to scare children to prevent children from crying at night.

Li Taiping, the little ancestor, didn't realize the seriousness of the matter, and said to himself: "If you are really worried, I can ask my father to say hello to Feng Hao."

"Then there's no need for duck."

Zhao Xun smiled wryly.

"Why not?"

"You don't have to."

Zhao Xun wanted to play a trick, but found that Li Taiping was completely out of touch, not to mention how embarrassing this feeling was.

"Since His Majesty the county lord has spoken to this point, I will definitely attend the Qujiang Poetry Meeting on time. Please rest assured, Your Highness."

There is no point in arguing with Li Taiping at this time.

What's more, participating in the Qujiang Poetry Club can not only increase your reputation, but also improve your literary and moral skills. The best of both worlds, why not do it?
It's true that Zhao Xun is a believer in Gou Dao, and it's true that he likes to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, but it's not true that he is just waiting to die.

Besides, girls and sisters all like motivated little brothers with a sense of youth.

Zhao Xun must have a sense of youth, and if he maintains his self-motivation, wouldn't everyone love him, flowers bloom when he sees flowers, tires blow out when cars see cars, ghosts see ghosts reincarnated, Buddhas see Buddhas in a daze, dogs wag their tails when they see dogs, and pigs see pigs Arch your mouth.

He is simply a pear blossom crushing a crabapple, super invincible in the universe, a beautiful boy in the Thunderbolt century.
"Well, then the county lord will also be there."

Li Taiping nodded in satisfaction, then smiled and said: "By the way, this jade pendant is for you. If you encounter any trouble, you can come to Qi Palace to find me. In Chang'an City, there is nothing that I, Li Taiping, cannot solve."

Zhao Xun was taken aback for a moment.

A jade pendant as soon as you come up?What is this operation?
Although the folk customs of Dazhou are open and the women are very confident, but His Royal Highness, the county lord, is a bit too open.

Forget it, many friends have many paths, maybe people just regard Zhao Xun as a friend, it is Zhao Xun who thinks too much.

Of course, in order to leave a better impression on this distinguished friend, Zhao Xun still decided to do something.

"Thank you, Your Highness, the county lord. It is not indecent to come and go, and the minister will also send a word to the county lord."

"What?"

"Those who are close to Zhu are red, those who are close to you are sweet."

After Zhao Xun finished speaking, Li Taiping lowered his head instinctively, his cheeks were flushed, and his bright teeth bit his vermilion lips tightly.

(End of this chapter)