After the rebirth

Chapter 50
It's the beginning of autumn, and the poetry meeting that the literati in the capital have been looking forward to is finally held.

"Qihuhu is also very powerful!" In Shangxuan Building, in a private room, Hua Yanbai was lying on the arhat couch, looking sleepy, and murmured.

"Except for noon, other times are not so hot." Xu Wu fanned her and said in a low voice.

"How long will it take to start?" After dozing off, Hua Yanbai sat up. It is said that the poetry will be divided into two sessions, two hours in the morning and two hours in the afternoon, which is really troublesome!
"Master." Suddenly the little Wuzi who was waiting outside knocked on the door and came in, "There is still a quarter of an hour to start."

"En." Hua Yanbai raised his eyebrows and answered.

"Tell me, today's poetry meeting is over, can this young master get a more famous name?" After taking a sip of lotus seed soup, Hua Yanbai looked at Xuwu's calm expression and asked with a smile.

"I'm afraid it will shock everyone in the capital, including that person." Xu Wu said quietly.

"The first topic: take "Autumn" as the topic." Soon Xiao Wuzi brought in a piece of paper with the topic written on it.

"So that's how it is!" Hua Yanbai also understood. The titles were written in advance and distributed to each private room, and then the participants wrote them and handed them back.

I don't feel the early autumn night gradually,
The Qing Dynasty is heavy and desolate.

Mao Zhaijing in the scorching heat,
Under the order Cong Sha has exposed light.

"Just this "Early Autumn". After writing it, hand it out." Hua Yanbai thought for a while, then curled his lips and said.

Xu Wu's handwriting is much prettier than her own, so let her write it!

"Yes." Xu Wu got up and handed out the written poem.

Below the question on the piece of paper just now is the place to answer, and the name of the private room is written in the lower right corner, their private room: Qingheju.

The private room appointed by my little master!

Hua Yanbai planned to return to his name again today, but he didn't know that the first poem would be discussed by the judges and spectators below.

"The second topic: travel as the topic."

Two quarters of an hour later, Xiao Wuzi came in again with a question.

All the way scenery and all the way poetry,

Poetic and picturesque strokes.

Travel across the North and South Seas,
Staying away from my hometown is temporary.

"The third topic: Zhongqiu is the topic."

The ice wheel under the cloud is getting closer,
Invite to have fun together.

Drunk mid-autumn night tonight,
How can the bright moon look alone?
The three masters and servants cooperated tacitly, and the three questions were over.

"Little master, this poem..." Xu Wu said with some hesitation, is this poem really made by his own little master?
"How? Is it okay?" Hua Yanbai raised his eyebrows and asked jokingly.

These are the poems written by those masters in the previous life, she used them for reference, and shocked the literati and students of Fengjin, she thought it should be okay!

"...Very well." Xu Wu paused, and nodded with complicated eyes.

"The fourth question: To the border soldiers."

The black cloud overwhelms the city and wants to destroy it,
Jiaguang opened to the sun Jinlin.

The sound of horns is all over the autumn sky,
Stuffed with rouge to condense night purple.

The half-rolled red flag is facing Yishui,
The frost is heavy, the drums are heavy, and the coldness can't be heard.

Report your intentions on the golden platform,
Support Yulong to die for the king.

"Okay!" Little Wuzi went out with the paper for a short time, when suddenly bursts of applause erupted from downstairs.

Hua Yan was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes, and a trace of a smile appeared on his lips.

"Okay! What a good one to support Yulong to die for the king!"

Xu Wu heard this and stared at the person in front of her. When she was writing, she was always wondering, where did my little master, Tong'er, come from such bold words?

Soon, there was a sound of door opening, and the discussion became louder and louder.

Many people who participated in the poetry meeting shook their heads and sighed, feeling ashamed.

The people who presided over the poetry meeting were also scratching their heads. The appearance of this dark horse this year made the poetry meeting a little bit difficult.

"Please come out and meet the poet!" I don't know who suggested it. As soon as this sentence came out, everyone's eyes immediately turned to the door of Qingheju.

Little Wu scratched his head, so he turned around and knocked on the door, "Master?"

"Huh? This seems to be the attendant of the little son of the Hua family?" Suddenly someone seemed to recognize the little five, but the words were not very sure.

For a while, the scene became a little quiet. Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. Could it be that dude from the Hua family?

The door opened, Xu Wu went out first, and then a small figure appeared.

Who is that person in the gray silver-streaked brocade suit not Hua Yanbai?

"Don't you want to compare?" Hua Yan asked with a white smile as he stood still at the railing, looking at the people downstairs and around, all with stunned faces.

"Young Master Hua..." Someone stumbled and said, "Dare to ask... Are you really the one who wrote those poems?"

"You think I can't do it?" Hua Yanbai didn't care about this doubt, "Since there is no competition, I will give you the last song."

The wine shop in the down and out rivers and lakes,
The waist is slender and the palm is light.

Dreaming of Yangzhou every ten years,

Win the honorable name of the brothel.

Going down the stairs and passing through the crowd, the young master of the Hua family shook his head and chanted a poem by Mrs. Du in a crisp voice. Seeing her small back exiting the gate of Shangxuan Building, everyone was in an uproar again.

"Let's go, go to Yanyu Pavilion, and find the beautiful sister to listen to the music!" A series of laughter spread into people's ears.

Hua Yanbai took his own people and walked away, not caring at all that he had disturbed this annual grand poetry meeting.

When she arrived at Yanyu Pavilion, the emperor in the palace had already gone to the Imperial College with five poems.

"Hua Qing, are you one of the reviewers for the annual Shangxuanlou Poetry Meeting in the afternoon?" After seeing the ceremony, the emperor sat down and asked with a smile.

"Back to the emperor, yes." Hua Shaoyun clapped his hands in response, and wanted to select the top three each year, so someone invited him as the grand tutor, the emperor clearly knew about it, why did he still ask?

"Zhen, I just got a few poems here, and they are the most outstanding ones in today's poetry meeting. Let Hua Qing and the prince pass them around!" The emperor smiled and asked Wufu to distribute the copied poems.

Hua Shaoyun already understood in his heart at this moment, his family's bastard went to the poetry meeting today, and he probably made some "good" poems again.

However, he still showed some doubts on his face, took the papers, and looked at them one by one, one by one surprised him more than the other, but the last one...

"Oh!" Hua Shaoyun rubbed his forehead and snorted, surprise followed by shock!

He really hadn't been relieved for a moment before he was about to be pissed off by that bastard!

"Hua Qing, what did I say, Yan Bai really has a brilliant literary talent, you better teach me!" Seeing him like this, the emperor couldn't laugh or cry.

Leaving aside a few things, this kid from the Hua family is really unexpected.

"I am ashamed!" Hua Shaoyun took a deep breath, "I have no way to teach my son!"

After the prince and others looked at it carefully, their expressions became strange.

"Speaking of which, it's true!" The emperor nodded, "Turn around, let her continue to study here!"

After finishing speaking, the emperor stood up, patted Hua Shaoyun on the shoulder, then turned and left.

"Yes." Hua Shaoyun's heart shuddered, but he replied with a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"Teacher, are these four poems really written by Yan Bai?" After sending the emperor away, the princes couldn't sit still, and asked each other one by one.

Hua Shaoyun heard the words, knowing that the prince and the others did not see the last song, he was slightly relieved.

"It should be!" Hua Shaoyun forced a smile, "She will come tomorrow, Your Highnesses can ask her in person."

The fourth prince frowned, the little guy probably had something even more amazing to do. Thinking of the poem that Hua Yanbai entered the Yanyu Pavilion for the first time, the fourth prince seemed to understand a little bit.

(End of this chapter)