first minister

Chapter 171

Brother Xia was very angry, and the consequences were serious.

Although it does not conform to the commonly used expression at the moment, it does not prevent everyone present from understanding the meaning of this sentence.

In a room on the second floor, there was a chuckle.

Qin Sichao looked at Qin Yuwen beside him, "This Xia Jingyun is really interesting, Brother Qin really should get acquainted."

Qin Yuwen never pretended to outsiders, and said indifferently when he heard the words: "He is not qualified yet."

Qin Sichao didn't take it seriously, and nodded with a smile.

This is one of his admirable qualities, and he will not rely on his status to impose his ideas on others.

In the room next to the two of them, the maid pursed her lips, "This Mr. Xia is indeed from a bad family background, what difference does this make from ordinary people in the market!"

A young woman took off her veiled hat, held a ledger in her hand, looked at it silently, and said: "Let's not worry about what he is, but if you look at it for a long time, you should know that there is still a sincere heart in this world, which is naturally unadorned."

Shi Zijun, the son of the Shangshu family of the Ministry of Rites, stood by the bed with a tea cup in his hand, and sneered, "Be arrogant, be proud, the more you are like this, the worse you will be in a while!"
The children of the rich and powerful upstairs and their subordinates have different ideas, while the people in the lobby on the first floor are much purer and passionate.

Xia Jingyun's emboldened counterattack made Yunmengzhou and Sishuizhou, who were disgusted by everyone in Guangling Prefecture these days, cheered and clamored;

And the rest of the people who don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, also feel that this is the way young people should be.

They wished that the two of them would be more tit-for-tat, or even fight directly, which would be an enduring topic of conversation.

But what Shi Zixian wants is fame, he will be arrogant when he only has a son, but in front of so many people, he has to pretend to be humble and polite, and said indifferently: "Mr. has something to say, our generation of scholars should be a role model for the world. If you want to learn from that shrew and swear at the street, you can learn it."

The old professor nodded when he heard the words, and his eyes showed appreciation, "This is very good. If the two parties have nothing else to do, let's start."

He saw that both sides had no objection, and said loudly: "The first item, the two sides agreed, who will decide the content of the competition. Guangling Prefecture, the defender, please."

In order to ensure his advantage in writing the question, Shi Zixian deliberately said generously: "I'm a guest from afar, I can do anything better, let Sishui Prefecture decide."

Hey!
There was a burst of discussion in the arena, and everyone was shocked by Shi Zixian's self-confidence and even arrogance.

In their inherent impression, this can be regarded as an absolute advantage. They never expected Shi Zixian to give up so easily.

However, Bai Yunbian quietly clenched his fist. He was woken up by Xia Jingyun the night before. At this moment, the two phases confirmed that it was exactly as he said. Thinking that he had stumbled because of this, and was almost devastated, he couldn't help but didn't complain about his own stupidity. Instead, he hated the enemy's cunning, and his eyes sparkled with anger.

Xia Jingyun seemed to have expected the other party's move a long time ago, so he smiled when he heard the words, "Coincidentally, I can compete with anything. So let's do this. Since I'm here to win back the field, the last time the two sides competed, let's compete with whatever. The order can also be the same, I don't care."

Everyone in the arena is more excited, this is more arrogant than the other.

The tip of the needle is facing the wheat awn, it looks good!

The old professor had seen a lot of young people who thought they were brilliant in his life. Hearing this, his expression was calm. Seeing that the teachings of both sides and the rest had no objection, he continued: "Please arrange the personnel and order for the battle."

Guangling Prefecture once again arranged for Shi Zixian to play against five without any surprises, and Sishui Prefecture also "lived up to expectations" and chose Xia Jingyun to play alone.

A match between two states turned into a match between two people, and the spectators were immediately excited.

The old professor shook his head secretly in his heart. If he continued to play like this, he would violate the original intention of the imperial court to acquiesce in the chaos. He wanted to go back and give the sacrificial wine a good talk, and asked him to give a suggestion to the Ministry of Rites.

However, although he was worried about the distance, he did not forget the present moment, and lightly patted Xingmu, "If that's the case, then please compare the first item! Guanglingzhou will make the question!"

The first item in the competition that day was to write poetry.

Under the gaze of everyone, Shi Zixian smiled slightly, "Brother Suwen Xia is good at poetry, and I am quite confident in my own talent, why don't we write something different?"

Xia Jingyun rolled his eyes at him, "There's so much bullshit."

Everyone immediately roared with laughter.

Although this kind of vulgar language is indecent, it sounds really relieved!

On the second floor, Qin Yuwen looked at Qin Sichao, "When did your vision become so bad?"

Qin Sichao smiled, "Brother Qin, let's read on!"

"Miss! Listen to me! I think it's really a loss for you to give him a sign!"

The girl was still holding the ledger, looking at it intently, and said softly, "Quiet."

Shi Zijun's face was gloomy, "Be arrogant, be even more arrogant, you will cry later!"

Downstairs, his cousin Shi Zixian also sneered in his heart, but his face showed a calm and calm attitude, "I didn't expect Brother Xia to be so impatient, so I won't say much. You and I will each write a poem on the topic of boudoir grievances, how about it?"

The uproar erupted almost immediately after the word boudoir resentment was uttered, what kind of topic is this!
These are just some young scholars who usually compose poems, either chanting things to express their feelings, or expressing their will to serve the country. Many people have never even come into contact with such a tricky topic of boudoir grievances.

Many teachings present also frowned slightly. They searched their minds, and couldn't even think of any famous works under this topic for a while.

Even the Sishui prefect who had full confidence in Xia Jingyun couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Of course, this is Shi Zixian's wishful thinking. He knows that Xia Jingyun's poems are extraordinary, but it is impossible for anyone to write poems out of thin air. There must be some emotional foundation.

Although Shi Zixian doesn't have this kind of person, there is no shortage of great Confucian scholars who help him write poems behind his back!

After a discussion between the two great Confucian scholars, they had already polished up a very good boudoir grievance poem. This is where Shi Zixian's confidence lies!
He looked at Xia Jingyun with a smile, "Brother Xia, do you have any objections?"

Xia Jingyun rolled his eyes, "Why are you dawdling, hurry up and write, and then wait for me to kill you with a single blow. Hurry up! My big sword is already hungry and thirsty!"

Everyone laughed, no matter what his real ability is, with this style, Mr. Xia is really a wonderful person.

mad!Make you crazy!Let's see if you can still go crazy after a while!
Shi Zixian sneered in his heart, picked up the pen and paper, and instantly wrote a few lines of verses on the paper that he had memorized by heart.

Then, he walked into the field and chanted slowly.

"There are strange trees in the courtyard, and the green leaves are blooming.

Climbing the bar breaks his glory, and he will leave behind his thoughts.

The fragrance is full of sleeves, and the road is far away.

How expensive is this thing?But it doesn't take time. "

The whole place fell silent, only his voice sounded.

After the last word was finished, everyone in Guangling Prefecture first burst into applause, and then many neutral spectators couldn't help applauding.

This poem vividly expresses the woman's longing for her husband who traveled far away, and her long-term longing for return but hopeless sorrow. It captures the theme of boudoir resentment.

A few days ago, Shi Zixian led Guanglingzhou to win several games in a row, and he really has real skills.

When Shi Zixian handed his paper into the hands of the old professor, the old professor read it carefully and nodded in approval, "This poem is full of emotion and sincerity, well-organized, and completed in one go. It is indeed a rare masterpiece of boudoir grievances."

He put down the paper, looked at Xia Jingyun, "Master Xia, it's your turn."

Following these words, eyes fell on Xia Jingyun's body, with the confidence of winning, the gloating of waiting for a good show, and the deep worry of the enemy.

The lady on the second floor put down the account book in her hand, Qin Sichao stood in front of the window, the butler of the British government held the pen, and everyone was waiting for Xia Jingyun's response.

Bai Yunbian shook his head, what is there to worry about, you guys don't know anything about that dog's ability!

Sure enough, Xia Jingyun said almost without hesitation: "Young women in the boudoir don't know how to worry."

The audience was silent, but immediately many people frowned.

This topic is boudoir grievances, but the opening chapter says that I don't know how to worry. Isn't this going off topic?

Regardless of what everyone was thinking, Xia Jingyun continued, "Chun Ri puts on makeup and goes to Cuilou."

Everyone frowned even more. These two sentences are good as long as they are good, but they seem to deviate from the theme!And it's getting farther and farther away.

A young woman in her boudoir who knows no worries, dresses up, and walks up to the small building to watch the scenery, what's the blame?

Xia Jingyun looked around, looked at everyone's eyes, and saw through their thoughts, then smiled slightly, and said the next two sentences in one breath.

"Suddenly saw the color of willows on Moshang, and regretted teaching my husband and son-in-law to find a Marquis."

Quiet, long silence.

It seemed that only Xia Jingyun's voice was still echoing between the beams and pillars.

These last two sentences were like an indiscriminate blow to the head, knocking everyone in the audience into a daze.

After a long while, there was a burst of wild applause that was far better than the previous one! ——
(The following words are added later, and there is no charge.)
Chapter 1 was written in the early morning, but in order to make the two chapters more coherent, they were released together, so I rushed Chapter 2 out just now.

I read the comments in yesterday's chapter, and I understand the feelings of the readers. It is true that the plot of the last three or four days has been a little bit depressed, and I haven't been happy. Well, I even took a day off.

And yesterday, because of the rush of time, I wanted to make more, so it was inevitable that I got a little water.

However, some plots do need to be foreshadowed, otherwise it will be cool, and it will be easy to be sprayed with no brains. We still have some pursuits. You can call me shy, but you can’t call me brainless, right? (dog head)

Zhongjing City is different from other small places. It is too big and full of dignitaries. It is impossible to get a glimpse of the whole leopard by just holding on to a family like a small place. Therefore, it is inevitable to feel rambling, but don’t worry, the entire framework has been prepared in advance. In fact, there is a thread in it.

Slowly reveal the secret, everyone will be able to suddenly realize it, and then say it's not bad or really awesome. (Of course this is just my vision.)
Okay, enough nonsense, let's go on to write the next chapter.

　Still today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)