Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

Chapter 46 Put away your ignorant arrogance!

On the last day of the lunar calendar in the 31st year of Qianyuan, the extreme northern cold that had ravaged Shengjing for nearly a month finally dissipated.

The warm sun shines on the earth, and the temperature rises from the early morning. At noon, wearing thin cotton clothes also feels stuffy. The snow on the roof melts and drips along the eaves.

The streets are full of people, noisy and lively, which seems to indicate the next year of the Great Zhou Dynasty, with a prosperous year and a full family.

"Shangshu of the Ministry of War, Jiang Shirong, Marquis of Zhenwu, see the princess!"

The fiery red lanterns hung all over the streets, swaying with the wind, Zhenwuhou was majestic, like a demon god, he bowed to salute, his voice was like a bell, clanging and frustrating, cracking stones and flowing clouds.

"Marquis Zhenwu, you are an important official of the imperial court, and you are also the backbone of my great Zhou. Yun Le has not made an inch of contribution to the Great Zhou, so you are worthy of it!" In the sedan chair, Princess Yun Le's voice was like a valley. The oriole is like water like a song.

"I've seen Marquis Zhenwu!"

Behind Princess Yunle's sedan chair, there were many luxurious and graceful sedan chairs, and many gorgeously dressed people walked out of them.

Men are full of energy and majestic, while women are graceful and graceful.

They are all relatives of the royal family, but their status and status are far inferior to Zhenwuhou, so they get off the sedan chair in front of the mansion.

Jiang Shirong and everyone in the Hou Mansion also returned their salutes one by one.

"This must be the nephew Xuanlin, the youngest son of Lord Hou. He took part in the provincial examination a year ago. I happened to be ordered by the Imperial Academy to serve as the deputy examiner. I have a deep memory of my nephew's articles. He is really talented and beautiful. Tiancheng."

A royal family member with white face and thin beard and bright spirits came to Jiang Shirong, and they all regretted: "If it weren't for the sentence that monarchs and ministers are not at the same table, and Mr. Li's point of view is different, how can my nephew be No. 6 Yakui, according to me." To see is to test for Jieyuan, but it is not impossible!"

"Sima's editor has a high reputation, and the dog's lack of knowledge and rudimentary views are not worthy of the name of Jieyuan. It is really a fluke to get Yakui!"

Jiang Shirong returned the gift gently. The handsomely dressed clan elder in front of him, named Sima Wen, was a bloodline of the Great Zhou royal family, and now he was working in the Hanlin Academy as a seventh-rank editor. Has a literary name.

"Students meet the teacher!"

Jiang Xuanlin was polite and bowed in worship. Sima Wen was the deputy examiner of his provincial examination, and Jiang Xuanlin was also regarded as Sima Wen's disciple.

"Xuanlin, this year's New Year's Eve, Princess Xu Yunle, the Holy Majesty, came to the Hou Mansion to provide the New Year. Show off your talent!"

Sima asked Fuxu and said: "Confucianism and Taoism were prosperous in my great Zhou Dynasty, and outstanding people came out in large numbers. A few days ago, a frontier poem from Yumen Restaurant was written by a low-key and humble young man. It has long been popular, and all scholars in Shengjing respect it. , this kind of literary talent and pride is admirable."

"The teacher is talking about the drunk lying on the battlefield Lord Grim, how many people have fought in ancient times?"

Jiang Xuanlin couldn't help but praised: "This poem outlines the momentum and pride of the generals around me in just a few lines. Xuanlin was also shocked when he first heard it. I don't know what kind of person can write such a poem. !"

"Speaking of the famous poems that are famous in Shengjing these days, there is a poem that is comparable to Liangzhou Ci, and it has gradually emerged in the past few days and has been spread by everyone!"

Sima Wen suddenly smiled and said: "It even came from the Marquis of Zhenwu's Mansion, called Saixiaqu, the phrase "Bows and knives covered with heavy snow" is really a stroke of genius. Nine must have been made by my nephew!"

"This……"

Jiang Xuanlin was taken aback, and the smile that had appeared on his face froze in an instant.

Of course he knew who wrote the poem Sima Wen mentioned, and what happened when Jiang Li begged Jiang Shirong in the heavy snow that day was all under the supervision of his mother, He Loushi.

Jiang Xuanlin once even ridiculed Jiang Li for being stupid and arrogant, and writing such a poem annoyed his father, aroused scolding and disgust!

"Compiled by Sima, this poem is written by my son who knows nothing about the world and is so ambitious. He speaks nonsense and doesn't know what to say. I only think that he complains about narrowness, but accidentally passed the poem on. It's really ridiculous and embarrassing!"

Jiang Shirong frowned, with a look of displeasure on his face.

"This poem was written by another son of Lord Hou!"

Sima Wen was also a little surprised. Although he could see Jiang Shirong's displeasure, he was still surprised that Jiang Shirong had another son who was unknown to outsiders but was very talented.

"Xuan Lin, the editor of Sima asked you to compose poems, show off your literary talents in front of the princess and clan, and thank the sage for the kindness of the Hou Mansion. You should do your best, and don't be like those concubine's children, who are short-sighted and grandstanding!" He Lou Shi hurriedly stepped forward to round the field.

"Students obey the teacher's order!"

Jiang Xuanlin nodded, closed his eyes and began to meditate. The martial arts training slave of the Hou Mansion quietly carried the desk, paper, ink, brush and inkstone and placed them in front of Jiang Xuanlin.

Everyone also held their breath, quietly watching and waiting.

After a full stick of incense, Jiang Xuanlin, who had closed his eyes, suddenly opened them, shining brightly.

He grabbed a rabbit-shoulder Zihao pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote lines of poems on the snow-white table of the book case, splashing ink with eloquence.

Jiang Shirong, He Loushi, and Sima Wen stood in front of them, looking at the rice paper.

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, and it penetrates the back of the paper.

Poetry rhyme rigorous, brilliant literary talent.

Jiang Shirong nodded.

Sima Wen's eyes sparkled.

The smile on He Lou's face was even more uncontrollable and restrained, his heart was brimming with pride, wishing to spread this poem throughout Shengjing.

"Xuan Lin wrote a poem, dedicated to Princess Yunle!"

Jiang Xuanlin took off the rice paper, walked lightly, and came to Princess Yunle's sedan chair, bowed and saluted with confidence.

This poem is not only his inspiration, but also one of his poems after preparing for a long time.

In order to win the appreciation of Princess Yunle and become Emperor Jing's son-in-law, he has worked hard.

"Jiang Xuanlin, you are the son of Lord Hou. You have been taught by famous teachers and Confucians since you were young. You are a model for the children of the Hou family in Shengjing City with hard work. Your literary talent must be good!"

In the sedan chair, Princess Yun Le's voice was melodious, clear and pleasant, "It is said that Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second, but if there is no comparison, how can it show the extraordinaryness of the young master Xuanlin?
"I heard that Marquis Zhenwu has a concubine called Jiang Li, who is also quite talented. Why don't we call it out together? On New Year's Eve, it is a beautiful thing for brothers to fight and chant poems. I wonder if Marquis Zhenwu will agree?"

"Since the princess gave the order, Jiang Shirong should take the order!"

Jiang Shirong's eyes flickered, but he still nodded calmly in agreement, "Jiang Li, since Princess Yunle values ​​you so much, you should come out and compose a poem. Don't make mistakes, and insult the family style of Wuhou Mansion in my town!"

(End of this chapter)