The queen is so fierce

chapter 21

"Does this work?"

"Do you want to appear holy in front of people?"

"...I think about it, but deception is not what a gentleman does..."

"You are a prince, not a gentleman. Don't talk nonsense, I read you write, do you hear?"

"Oh……"

In the hall of Longyuan Pavilion, the bustling crowd chatted freely.

Whether it is a poor student or a famous family, after reading their own poems, they all pretend to reminisce about the charm, and then go to the comrades around them and say "Humble work, humble work", and others don't care whether they understand it or not, All nodded and smiled with a look of "Xiongtai has a good literary talent".

Qiu Shangyun finished writing according to what Xu Shoujing had given him, signed his name, and tasted it carefully. When he looked at Xu Shoujing again, his eyes had completely changed, as if he was looking at a monster:

"Nephew, this... is this really written by you?"

Xu Shoujing touched his nose and said calmly: "Of course, I was called 'Little Taibai' in the teacher's sect."

Qiu Shangyun's eyes lit up, and he asked excitedly: "Since it is small, it means that it is still big. Dare to ask who Taibai is?"

"Well... Taibai is also known as 'Little Shoujing'."

"..."

When the poem was handed over to the inspector in the hall, Qiu Shangyun picked up the tea cup in front of him, took a sip, and sighed:

"My nephew, this poem should not be given to me. I can't write such a good poem at all."

One thing to say, indeed.

Previously, the impression that King Zhao gave others had always been fond of poetry and poetry, but he didn't know how to write and calligraphy. Although he often joined in the fun, he was just watching.

However, Xu Shoujing did not think so.

After all, Qiu Shangyun's identity is there. If he insisted that he wrote it himself, who would dare to slap him in the face?
What's more, it doesn't matter who wrote it, the important thing is that no matter who wrote it, Qiu Shangyun can make a lot of fame by taking it, at least those who don't know much about him will definitely think that this poem was written by him. , it's no problem to be in the limelight.

Thinking of this, Xu Shoujing didn't take his words too seriously, he waved his hand and said:

"Don't worry about it so much, just wait for that Ranxi girl to look at you with admiration."

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The thick poems were piled on one side of the copy, and a group of gentlemen headed by Kong Wenqing let out a few sighs from time to time.

The ladies and talents below wrote a happy one, but the few great scholars who were in charge of reviewing the manuscript were miserable.

Poetry is simple and easy to say, read it patiently with a copy of the "Metery", and it is impossible to write a masterpiece on the spot, but it is not a big problem to write one or two limericks.

It is said that it is the "Battle of Shikui", but the quality is worrying, no matter how you look at it, it is "the thin one among the dwarfs".

Kong Wenqing has already read a considerable part of the poems, most of them are groaning, citing scriptures at the beginning, and deliberately arguing sentences for the sake of rhythm.

In fact, Kong Wenqing didn't have much interest in such arty activities, and he agreed to attend it out of the grace of an old friend who had rescued him.

In Kong Wenqing's previous impression, unless it was a few poetry festivals held intentionally by the late emperor, most of the others were chasing fame and fortune in the name of "elegance", and really well-written poems would not be casually written on such occasions. Take out your hand, the literati is strong.

But it's all here, no matter how bad the writing is, you have to be patient, and you have to find a relatively good selection of poems from this group of dross, otherwise you can't justify it...

"what……"

Kong Wenqing frowned slightly and couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement.

Seeing this, the old Confucian scholar on the side couldn't help but ask, "Master Kong, what's wrong?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was also stunned, and found that Kong Wenqing, who had been indifferent just now, had glowing eyes at this moment, and took the poem to his side:
"Look at this."

The old scholar realized that things might not be easy, his brows furrowed, and he stretched his neck in doubt...

"Bam—"

The old Confucian slapped the desk violently, causing several sheets of manuscript paper to fly away, but he didn't care at all, exclaimed:
"Master Kong, I didn't expect that there are people with such literary talent..."

Kong Wenqing smiled and supported his white beard, seemingly satisfied with his response, and turned to look at the woman in the dark green dance suit on the high platform next to him:

"Miss Ranxi, come here."

Ranxi has been stroking the qin for half an hour, and her fingers are sore. After hearing Kong Wenqing's words, she was slightly taken aback.

As the top card of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, if there are no particularly good verses, she can refuse to sing the lyrics. After all, if she sings a bad lyric at random, it may make her lose the price. This is what Xiaoxiang Pavilion ordered to her.

But Ranxi doesn't have so many circles in her heart, rejecting those poems that can't be on the table, but she just doesn't look down on it.

I thought that this poetry meeting would be like this, but Kong Jijiu, who has always been in waves, actually called her... Could it be that it is really a masterpiece?
Ranxi was full of emotions. After coming to Kong Wenqing's side, she folded her hands on her waist and bowed in a dignified manner, wondering:
"Master Kong asked Ranxi to come, did he have a masterpiece?"

"Well, it's really rare, but..."

Kong Wenqing nodded, then his face became a little weird, he raised his hand and handed over the poem: "This poem is written for you."

Ranxi was stunned when she heard the words, took over the poem and read it quickly.

As time went by, Ranxi's pupils that were like cutting water became brighter and brighter, and the face under the veil changed from initial shock to touch, she couldn't help saying:
"Master Kong, Ranxi wants to read this poem."

Kong Wenqing naturally had no reason to refuse. Rather, he called Ranxi down for this purpose.

After all, this kind of eye-catching verse has to be used as a model no matter what.

With Kong Wenqing's approval, Ranxi took a deep breath and walked slowly to the high platform with the maid.

The talented people in the hall were still talking to each other, but after seeing the graceful figure on the high platform, they all closed their mouths, their eyes were either surprised or puzzled, but more of anticipation.

They came to the Longyuan Poetry Club this time, in addition to completing the tasks assigned by their elders, it was for this famous servant of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

But she has been waiting for nearly half an hour, and she has not seen Ranxi come out to sing a lyric. Is it possible that there are so many "excellent works" that none of them can make her fancy?

Now it is finally time for Ranxi to come to power, but her heart is very complicated.

They still have a few pounds and taels of themselves, and they are both jealous and admirable for those who can make Ranxi fancy.

Ranxi stood on the stage, broke free from the hand of the maid who was holding her, and held the poem, her voice resounding like a spring in the hall:
"Among the many 'excellent works', Master Kong selected this one and handed it over to Ranxi. After watching it, Ranxi was very fond of it, so I came to read it..."

Good guy, or is it a poem strongly promoted by Kong Jijiu?

Everyone in the audience leaned back tactically, and their expressions became more focused.

Ranxi held the poem in her hand, brewed her feelings, and said softly:
"Yun wants to look like clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows the threshold to reveal Hualong. If it hadn't been seen on the top of Qunyu Mountain, I would meet Yaotai under the moon..."

Ranxi's voice is full of tenderness, coupled with her intentional brewing emotions, the hazy beauty of the praised woman in the poem is vividly reflected.

Just the first two sentences have already convinced all the pretentious people here.

The talented man was wandering in the sky, as if he really saw the woman in the poem.The beautiful woman's eyes are blurred, and she is envious of a woman who can be praised with such an ancient masterpiece. What kind of happiness is that?

wait?

Some people are gradually reminiscing about it. Could it be that this poem was written for Miss Ranxi?

hiss……

"Miss Ranxi, don't give up, tell us, which Xiongtai wrote such a masterpiece!"

Ranxi looked at the crowd who kept echoing "yes, yes" and smiled sweetly:
"My concubine does not dare to neglect you. This poem is titled 'Chao Dye Xiyue', it is..."

Before the words were finished, everyone's eyes narrowed, and as expected, this poem was written for Miss Ranxi.

Although they didn't see that the title had anything to do with the content of the poem, everyone didn't care about it.

After all, it's not that no one wrote 'Untitled' just because they were too lazy to think about the title.

It seems that Miss Ranxi is really going to be moved this time...

Some people who have been in love with Ranxi for a long time can't help but sigh, but what happened next made Longyuan Pavilion explode directly——

"It was written by Qiu Shangyun."

Ranxi said with a light smile, her beautiful eyes flowed, and she wanted to take the opportunity to see who 'Qiu Shangyun' was.

She didn't notice that not only the people in the audience, but also Kong Wenqing, who was smiling indifferently behind him, had a stiff face.

Kong Wenqing only looked at the poems at the time, and didn't care who signed the name at all. What's more, let Ran Xi read it again later, who wrote it and came out on the spot. It is much more interesting to look at the person directly than to guess the appearance by looking at the name.

but……

Qiu hurt the cloud?
That...that's not...

"This is impossible!"

The audience was silent for a while, and suddenly there was a burst of shouting from the crowd.

Qiu Shilian's blue veins jumped on his forehead, he looked around at the stunned expressions of the others, and sneered:
"It's not a secret that Qiu Shangyun is incapable of writing and writing. Everyone here should know it. How could he have written poems that even Confucius and wine were full of praise?"

A lot of people who have come to their senses can't help nodding secretly, but those who often participate in poetry gatherings have more or less seen King Zhao, and know that although he likes poetry, he can't write at all, and he can read it. It's amazing to know what good poetry is, how could it be possible to write such lines?
But the problem is...they don't dare to say it.

In the crowd, Xu Shoujing rubbed his temples and had a headache.

The reactions of the others were all within his expectations. Although he had suspicions in his heart, he dared not speak.

But I didn't expect to kill a hammer like Qiu Shilian. This guy is a pure reckless man. He insisted on the spot to let Qiu Shangyun not come to the stage regardless of the consequences.

However, fortunately, it has not yet reached the point where it can't be handled. As long as Qiu Shangyun insists that he wrote it himself, no matter how hard Qiu Shilian is...

"You are right, this is indeed not written by this king."

……Um?

Xu Shoujing was stunned for a moment, then looked at Qiu Shangyun who suddenly stood up beside him in astonishment, and frantically motioned him to stop talking with his eyes.

However, after realizing Xu Shoujing's gaze, Qiu Shangyun smiled and responded with a 'gentleman's magnanimous' look.

His fair and beautiful little face like a girl was covered with determination, and he looked around the crowd and said loudly:
"What the prince said is true, this poem was not written by this king, and this king really does not understand the language and ink."

The voice fell, and everyone was in an uproar. When King Zhao admitted this, he directly smeared his reputation. Although the poems are small, but "stealing poems" is not a good name.

Qiu Shilian sneered, showing a satisfied look.

Then, he heard that under the discussion of the crowd, His Royal Highness Xiao Zhao said loudly:

"This poem is written by contemporary Wu Kui..., this king's nephew, Xu Shoujing!"

"..." Everyone.

"..." Kong Wenqing.

"..." Xu Shoujing.

"..." Qiu Shilian.

　After reading the comments from Yuluo, I added:

　　The first point, I didn’t want to spoil anything before. Many people asked me if Xiao Yun’er was a girl before, but I didn’t answer. I didn’t even talk about Xiao Yun’er in the question answer of thanks and the summary of the first volume. The core question... I was tired of asking it several times. I even wanted to delete the setting of women pretending to be men. I even changed the outline for several editions. In the end, I thought about it and wrote it out, and it was a bit uncomfortable not to connect.Anyway, I won't write a growth character like Qiu Shangyun in the future. If I don't have to write it, I will be sprayed as soon as I write it. It's also very uncomfortable for me. It's also very uncomfortable for you to look at it. It's basically ruined. I don't dare to write some parts that can be portrayed. Because there are too many changes before and after, I feel that this character has a strong sense of division now, and it feels like it is out of my control... Forget it, let's not talk about it.

　　The second point, I don't think this is pimping... Maybe it's because people have different perspectives, or it's because I'm from God's perspective;

　　The third point, they all say that the nephew is a poisonous spot, and I don't understand why it is a poisonous spot. Isn't it fun when the nephew is put on the bed... Everything has to be seen from two aspects, there are some foreshadowings that I wrote are quite obvious... forget it. I'm done here

　　
　
(End of this chapter)