Xianwu Datang: Start with the rich woman

Chapter 22 You're Embarrassing My Copywriter!
Liu Juzheng, a fourth-rank Confucian scholar, official worshiper of Fengge Zhongshushe, is equivalent to the secretary of the prime minister Zhongshu Ling and Zhongshu Shilang, and is also one of the candidates for the future prime minister.

He looks about 40 years old, in fact he is over 80 years old. He is not tall, unattractive, and slightly fat.

Although Chen Yanjun met Liu Sheren for the first time, the original owner knew him quite well.

Because before Jiazi, Liu Juzheng, like the original owner, was a poor scholar from a small place.

50 years ago, Liu Juzheng was a high school student, and then he joined Guozi to supervise Confucianism.

After living in the city of Chang'an, which is full of aura for a long time, one day he suddenly condenses his energy into a pill and automatically enters the rank, only then did he realize how talented he is!

He started to practice Confucianism and Taoism at the age of 23, and was promoted to a fourth-rank Confucian teacher in just 30 years. Unfortunately, because he missed the golden age of practice, he did not make any progress in the next 30 years.

Ten years ago, he entered Fengge as an official, and wanted to use his official career to gain power and obtain spiritual resources and secret methods.

It's a pity that he came from a humble background, his level of sycophancy is average, and he refuses to do real black things. As a result, he has been an official for ten years, and he is still a sacrificial servant... You must know that other sacrificial servants are generally only fifth or sixth rank.

In the past few years, I have been depressed and frustrated, so I just lay flat and lingered in the land of fireworks...

Chen Yanjun suddenly realized that Liu Juzheng, the unattractive fourth grade Confucian teacher in front of him, was already the pinnacle that a poor kid in this society could climb to.

It stands to reason that the fourth rank is not weak, but Chang'an city is at the foot of the emperor, there are more than 100 third rank strong men, even a fourth rank Confucianist with no background has to bow his head and be a man.

However, what Chen Yanjun didn't know was that Liu Juzheng had recently met his noble lady, Mrs. Zhang.

If he can cling to Mrs. Zhang, he will be able to cling to Eunuch Qiu, enter the Shence Army to find a real power official position, and get more high-level cultivation resources to hit the third rank.

Three provinces and six ministries, Fengge Luantai, have already become a puppet organization that only listens to Mr. Qiu's orders.

This time, Liu Juzheng was secretly invited by Zhang's family to make twelve poems on twelve themes for Mr. Zhang in advance. If the topic on the spot exceeded the outline, he would compose a poem temporarily and pass it on to Mr. Zhang secretly with a secret method.

Getting drunk wasn't in the plan, though...

Huo Longwei shouted sharply:
"This is Princess Ping An!"

Only then did Liu Juzheng realize that what he just said had insulted the princess, he was so frightened that he was half sober, and quickly knelt down.

Before he knelt down, he heard Mrs. Zhang on the guest seat say coldly:

"Master Liu is also a fourth-rank Confucian scholar in Fengge Luantai. He will be the prime minister in the future. How can he kneel casually?"

In fact, officials of the Tang Dynasty did not need to kneel when they met the emperor, but some danced.

"Wake up, look carefully, the person sitting on top is the princess, not your majesty, save the gold on your knees to serve the people of Tang Dynasty."

"Quickly apologize to the princess!"

Mrs. Zhang turned the big thing into a small one.

Chen Yanjun listened silently from the side, feeling that this old Mrs. Zhang was too strong, could it be Eunuch Qiu's old lover before entering the palace?
Upon hearing this, Liu Juzheng had no choice but to stand back and bowed to the princess, with a bitter face, crossed his hands and said:
"Just now Liu drank too much and offended the princess, and asked the princess to come down!"

Chen Yanjun looked at the curvature of his bow, which showed the Japanese craftsmanship.

He was obviously the strongest in the audience, but he was obsequious to the princess and Mrs. Zhang, and he didn't have the aura of a strong person at all.

So real.

It is true that the strong are respected in this world, but it is not based on the individual, but on the background and influence.

A poor kid with supernatural talent, who spends his whole life working hard to make money, is just a dog of the rich and powerful in the end.

Chen Yanjun thought to himself, fortunately he has cheats, otherwise he would just lie flat and not explain.

Seeing Liu Juzheng bowing his knees in such a humble way, Li Chan didn't care about it any more.

"I have heard that Liu Sheren is extremely talented. Just being a Sheren is already depressing enough, there is no need to convict me."

Liu Juzheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you princess for your generosity!"

Mrs. Zhang didn't exchange pleasantries, and said straight to the point:

"Master Liu is amazingly talented in poetry and prose, and he is always upholding justice. I happened to meet you today, so I invited you to help me blindly evaluate the excellent works of the two young masters. I wonder if Master Liu can help me with this little favor?"

Liu Juzheng hurriedly bent over and nodded:
"Liu, I will fulfill my mission!"

……

lean less.

Start with a poem.

Chen Yanjun and Mr. Zhang sat face to face at the Eight Immortals table.

In front of him are paper, ink, brush and inkstone, and a lit stick of incense.

Liu Juzheng just took his seat, picked up the teacup, looked at the two talented people, and inexplicably thought of himself when he was young.

Li Chan couldn't wait to say:
"Quickly open the title of the poem."

The matchmaker brought by Zhang's family was responsible for untangling the ball of paper on which Cheng Zhiang had written the title of the poem in advance.

"Taking mountaineering as the topic, write about the perception of practice, limit the seven laws, and limit the time for one stick of incense."

Upon hearing this, Li Chan turned to look at Cheng Zhiang who was standing by her side, frowned and complained:

"Dr. Cheng, I asked you to come up with a question. Is that why you cheated Mr. Chen? He is a mortal, how can he have a sense of cultivation?"

Cheng Zhiang was momentarily at a loss for words.

He does have some selfishness.

He is rich in learning, but he has been unable to enter the product all year round. He thinks he has been abandoned by the times, so he wants to hear the young people's cultivation insights, or gain something.

Coincidentally, Mr. Zhang lived with the army all year round, and only entered the product after returning to Chang'an as an adult.

Although Mr. Chen is an ordinary person, he seems to have an extraordinary appearance, and he may have the feeling of nourishing qi.

Zhang Wei also heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this poem title.

He quickly recovered his demeanor, and seeing Dr. Cheng's embarrassed face, he opened his folding fan and excused him:

"Why don't mortals have a sense of practice? The sense of failure is also a sense, and it will even be deeper, enough to wake up the world and avoid detours."

Chen Yanjun didn't say anything.

It feels like someone is targeting him as a plagiarist...

Who in the normal ancient times would have a sense of practice?

It can only be replaced by perception.

In addition, mountaineering has to be written superficially, limited to Qilu, and limited to one stick of incense time.

He first thought of a poem with a similar theme, which was Su Shi's "Tixi Forest Wall".

Seen sideways as a peak on the side of the ridge, the height varies from far to far.

I don't know the true face of Lushan, I am only in this mountain.

——The poem is not bad, it is quite sentimental, but it is a pity that it is not Qilu.

The second thing that comes to mind is Du Fu's "Climbing the High".

The sky was scorching and the ape wailed, and Zhu Qingsha and white birds flew back.

Boundless fallen trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in...

——Mountain climbing, Qilu, written after the Anshi Rebellion, Chen Yanjun's original owner had never heard of this poem in this world.

It's a pity that the writing is not about practice or reading comprehension.

After thinking about it, I didn't think it was suitable.

Now, it's really embarrassing for him, a master of public collection of essays!

Fortunately, he is a student of the Chinese Department.

If it doesn't work, I will write an original second-rate seven-law poem based on my understanding of the third stage of nourishing qi.

He has already thought of the name: "Climbing Wuzhi Mountain".

Roughly thought about a few sentences, unbearable to read...

It seems that whether it is the original owner or Chen Yanjun himself, his poetic talent is very average.

Poetry, in the final analysis, is an art, and it cannot be mastered after just four years of studying Chinese.

Chen Yanjun thought hard, recalling the poems of various dynasties in the previous life, but he couldn't find the famous Qilu poems about mountain climbing and enlightenment.

At this time, he suddenly realized a problem.

Why did the writers in those online novels in the previous life always copy poems so smoothly that they perfectly blended into the plot?

He suddenly understood.

It turned out that the author first selected the poems, and then designed a suitable plot according to the poems.

However, in the real situation, Wenchaogong encounters propositional composition, which has many restrictions...

Without the strong support of the author, Wen Chao Gong would not be so easy to be!
Fortunately, Chen Yanjun had already won the previous martial arts competition, otherwise he would have been a little flustered in the current situation.

Chen Yanjun raised his head and glanced at the princess... the sword next to him was absolutely extraordinary, and he wanted it a little bit.

Moreover, Mrs. Zhang's face just now was too hateful, saying that poetry and prose should never be attacked.

I have to plagiarize today!

Chen Yanjun looked extraordinarily calm, but he was thinking hard in his heart, and couldn't find a suitable poem.

Looking up, [-]% of the stick of spiritual sandalwood incense had been burned.

Cui Yourong and Xiaoyue, as well as Du Qiuzhuo beside the princess, all had sweaty palms from nervousness.

Weird feeling.

Obviously Chen Yanjun has won the martial arts strategy, but everyone still doesn't want to see him lose in poetry.

It can be seen that people in the Tang Dynasty attached great importance to poetry and prose. Only poetry can be amazing and can be regarded as a real talent!
At the same time, Mr. Zhang, who is opposite the Eight Immortals' Table, seems to have finished writing the book.

Seeing that Chen Yanjun was still thinking hard and hadn't finished writing, he squeaked in a very low voice:
"You don't have to force it. It's just a mortal. It's not shameful to write some landscapes and willows casually."

Chen Yanjun was startled suddenly.

Mountains and rivers, flowers and willows...

Mountain darkly, vista!
Seven Laws!

Sentiment!

The author, Lu You, was born in the Song Dynasty!
The only problem is that it is not very relevant, visiting mountain villages instead of climbing mountains.

But it's not a big problem, practice is not only about climbing to the top, but sometimes you also have to see the scenery along the way.

"Thank you!"

Chen Yanjun hurriedly cupped his fists to express his thanks, then buried his head in writing.

After a hundred breaths of time, he wrote four lines of verse in one line——

Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of wine and drunk, and he stays with chicken and dolphin in good years.

Mountain darkly, vista.

Xiaogu follows Chunshe, and the clothes are simple and ancient.

From now on, if Xu is free to ride the moon, he will knock on the door all the time and night with his sword.

——"Traveling in Shanxi Village"

However, in order to fit the characteristics of the times and his understanding of practice, he changed the "stick" in the last sentence to "stick" to lower the level of the poem by a million points.

It's enough to hit Mr. Zhang, so that I don't feel embarrassed as a poet.

It means climbing the mountain to find the legendary swordsman and hermit, and encountering all kinds of simple mortal lives on the way...

Although some forced explanations, Chen Yanjun couldn't copy better ones right now, so he could only make do with it.

What's more, integrating into the lives of mortals is indeed a kind of practice!
For example, Hua Fan in the comprehension novel "Immortal Rebellion" is written in this way.

For example, Chen Yanjun and Senior Han Ping have both reached the third level of nourishing qi, and can practice in ordinary people's daily life.

If others can't understand it, it means that the realm has not been reached, so don't blame him!

Stable.

Steady!

……

Sandalwood burnt out.

It's time.

A servant from the Cui family came over, copied the poems of the two of them again, and handed them to Liu Sheren.

Liu Juzheng put down the teacup and picked up one of the poems first.

The boy's handwriting is really ugly...

Liu Juzheng pretended to be displeased, and didn't intend to read it carefully at all. He began to read poems while recognizing characters.

"The first song, "Climbing Bailu Mountain on a Snowy Night""

"Ahem, let me say something more, Bailu Mountain is a sacred place of Confucianism in the outer city, and many people have been there, so we can't judge that this poem was written by Mr. Zhang... Ordinary people can go up these years."

"I'll read it through first, and listen to it, everyone."

"

The snow falls on the clear pool and the crucian carp is warm, and the cloud swallows the cang wood to frighten the bird.

The wind whispers and the night is quiet, the shadows confuse the bright lights and the candles are far away.

The morning valley is painted in white and the painting is shallow, and the sun is splashing ink and floating smoke in the air.

The lonely Hongfei is tired and has nowhere to go, and the mountains are covered with frost, and he doesn't know how to return.

"

Chen Yanjun frowned, the more he listened, the more something was wrong.

This poem...is okay!
Was it really Mr. Zhang who made it?

He was skeptical.

(End of this chapter)