Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

Chapter 47 Reward!
"Jiang Li, put away your ignorant arrogance, act cautiously and be humble!"

In front of Zhenwuhou's mansion, Jiang Shirong's voice was like a bell, admonishing him severely, his words were rigid and strict, just like a strict father who cherishes his children.

"Jiang Li takes command!"

Jiang Li's face remained normal, and he walked out of the crowd after hearing his father's order.

For a moment, many eyes fell on him, ranging from curiosity to disdain and snickers.

Everyone in the Hou Mansion knew that although Jiang Li had studied Confucianism since childhood, he had never been to the Hou Mansion Academy for a day.

What's more, Jiang Li is just a little scholar who doesn't have enough culture, but the fourteenth son Jiang Xuanyao is a real master.

According to the law of the Great Zhou Dynasty, a person can be an official, and he can enjoy various rights such as tax reduction and exemption from corvee, and he does not have to kneel when he sees an official.

It is clear at a glance who is higher and who is lower between the two!
As for the poem that came out of the Hou Mansion, who can be sure that it must have been written by Jiang Li?
the other side.

Under the eyes of everyone, Jiang Li had already walked in front of Princess Yunle's sedan chair, "Brother Fourteen, let's start!"

"You don't need to prepare?"

Jiang Xuanlin was a little surprised. At this moment, presenting poems to the princess is no small matter. It is not only a show of literary talent, but also a gesture and attitude of Zhenwuhou Mansion to Emperor Jing.

Once sensitive words and sentences appeared in the poems, causing dissatisfaction with Emperor Jing and the royal family, the consequences would be very serious.

Even Jiang Xuanlin had to be careful.

"It's all about writing poems, and it's not about offering advice and suggestions for the court. Brother Fourteen writes poems first, so he should present poems to the princess first!"

Jiang Li's tone was flat, neither humble nor overbearing.

But Jiang Shirong's brows were slightly frowned by his seemingly careless appearance, and he was very displeased, but he was very deep in the city, and he was very happy and angry without saying a word.

"Brother Fifteen has a plan in his mind, so he must have the chance to win. As the saying goes, a gentleman does not steal the beauty of others. Let the opportunity of presenting a poem to the princess be given to Brother Fifteen. Since I have little talent, I should take this opportunity to learn a thing or two!"

Jiang Xuanlin's eyes flickered, but he gave up the opportunity.

If Jiang Lizhen's literary talents were as good as his, Jiang Xuanlin would naturally not back down.

But he knew Jiang Li's background well. Because of his mother's death, Jiang Li studied Confucianism hard since he was a child in order to become an official.

Asking Jiang Li to present poems first is nothing more than throwing bricks to attract jade.

"Thank you fourteenth brother for fulfilling it!"

Jiang Li nodded, he pondered for a while, many poems and poems from his previous life appeared in his mind, suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed, and he opened his mouth and said: "Gao Gao Lishan, there is millet and millet. Emperor Dashun, Heyao Xuande!"

His voice is up and down, and his words are correct and round, like the rhyme of Lin Laiquan, with a lingering aftertaste.

Listening to the ears of everyone in front of the mansion, the reactions were different.

Jiang Shirong was still serious and indifferent for thousands of years.

Sima Wen nodded slightly, these four lines of poems are quite satisfactory, there is nothing special about them.

Jiang Xuanlin smiled coldly, the first sentence alone was much inferior to the poem he had prepared.

To write a poem in such a scene, you should fly to the sky, become a blockbuster, and proceed step by step.

And at this time, Jiang Li continued to chant: "Five codes restrain obedience, four gates are Yimu. The road will go, and the world will be for the public!"

"The great way will go, and the world will be for the public!"

As soon as Jiang Li's poem came out, everyone's eyes lit up, and they felt that the words had a lot of meaning, and contained the beautiful vision of the implementation of the Dao and the great harmony of the world.

Jiang Shirong turned sideways slightly, his expression gradually becoming more solemn, and Sima Wen was even more attentive, listening attentively.

"There is greatness in front of you, and you can choose talents and use them. My emperor will do it. There is no shame and no ease. Suijue Pinhui, light and light are one. Thousands of spokes are on the top, and ten are at the foot."

Jiang Li's voice was loud and powerful: "Great unity, for the light and for the dragon. My emperor will do it, and the holy plan will be prosperous. The emperor is diligent, and the examination is rigorous. The six sects are 禋, and the five are listed."

Everyone was delighted and fascinated when they heard it, and they were all immersed in the ideals of making the world a public, selecting talents and talents, preaching trust and repairing harmony, and governing a prosperous age shown in the poem.

Especially the disciples of the imperial family clan were even more passionate and emotional, and there was a subtle change in the way they looked at Jiang Li.

Only He Loushi and Jiang Xuanlin's expressions gradually became gloomy.

"Arranging forests and ringing phoenixes, wearing incense and standing snow. Four barbarians accept money, nine circles are cut off. In the past, the savior of the world was born in Zhugan."

With Jiang Li's gradually rising voice, the poems show another picture of the prosperous Zhou Dynasty and the coming of all nations.

Everyone was in a trance, as if they were there, honored and fortunate!
"Shouchun is the same." Jiang Li moved his qi to his dantian, word by word, his voice was as loud as a bell, but it filled his ears and suppressed the clouds: "Thousands of years!"

"A good longevity is the same, ten thousand years and ten thousand years!"

Sima Wen was so emotional that he couldn't help cheering loudly. His eyes lit up, and the gaze he looked at Jiang Li was like a peerless treasure or a peerless jade.

Compared with Jiang Li's eulogy, Jiang Xuanlin's poems are extremely vulgar and unsightly.

"Good poetry, good words!"

The royal family members present also cheered and discussed, some chanted repeatedly, some took pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and lay down on the ground to record the poems line by line, but more people were still immersed in the prosperous scene shown by the poems, unable to extricate themselves.

They all have the blood of the Great Zhou royal family, so they naturally hope that the Great Zhou Dynasty can become the most prosperous imperial family since ancient times.

"Impossible, how could he write such poems, such a literary grace, how can he be the son of a lowly concubine!"

Jiang Xuanlin was trembling and his face was pale.

Every time Jiang Li recites a line of poetry, it is like a sharp knife directly piercing his literary heart that has just been forged after 15 years of hard study.

A handful, a handful, almost chopped his Wenxin to pieces and was riddled with holes.

Even if Jiang Li is ten times or a hundred times better than him with rhetoric and quotations, he will not be moved.

However, the spirit and charm shown in Jiang Li's poems are natural, but they can't be forged by hard study.

This kind of tolerance and layout is born in the marrow and melted in the heart.

Jiang Xuanlin knew that it would be difficult to achieve in his whole life!

What despair!
Jiang Xuanlin stepped back step by step, he could feel the literary energy in his body dissipating little by little.

"Lin'er!"

He Loushi saw this scene in his eyes, and rushed over nervously on the spot to support Jiang Xuanlin, but was stopped by Jiang Shirong's eyes.

Jiang Shirong looked at his son, who was standing in the princess's sedan chair and was showing off all the limelight, his eyes were not surprised, only his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Good poetry, be rewarded!"

Inside the sedan chair, Princess Yunle's voice came out, crisp and sweet, concise and to the point.

A female official stepped out and said loudly: "Your Majesty Jiang Li presents poetry, and Princess Yunle specially rewards you with a hundred taels of red gold, ten pieces of brocade, ten cicada-winged Xuan knives, ten ingots of gold-plated five-stone lacquer ink, five ivory wolf hair pens, One side of the purple gold stone inkstone, one god arm bow, thirty cold dark iron arrows, one red refined dragon scale sword, and one wind chasing horse!"

"Princess Yun Le came to the Hou Mansion, the first reward was actually Jiang Li?"

"I haven't read the poems of the fourteenth son yet, so he might be worse than Jiang Li!"

Seeing the reward from Princess Yunle, all the people in the Hou Mansion present were in an uproar and were extremely surprised.

Although the news of Jiang Li moving into the Lanhong Pavilion had already spread in the Hou Mansion, Lord Hou was still indifferent to Jiang Li as before. The servants in the Hou Mansion were secretly guessing the reason, but now it seems to have gradually become clear.

Jiang Li, the most unpopular and humble son of the Marquis Mansion, actually leaned on Princess Yunle, a towering tree!
"Please young master Xuanlin to recite poems. If the literary talent of the young master is better than that of Jiang Li, I will give you something more precious!"

Just when everyone in the Hou Mansion was in different minds, Princess Yunle's voice sounded again.

(End of this chapter)