Imperial County Magistrate

Chapter 94 If I were the Qing Emperor in his age

inner city.

A boy beat gongs and drums.

"Someone came on stage to accept the challenge! Someone came on stage to accept the challenge!"

A group of students who were blocking the Taishi Mansion and the Taifu Mansion were shocked when they heard this.

A young man quickly grabbed the boy and said, "Who is on stage! Is it Mr. Wenzong Li Qing! Or Mr. Fangxuan, the crazy poet?"

The Wen Zong and Shi Kuang he mentioned were both famous scribes in the imperial capital!

The boy said excitedly: "No, it's a man named Zhao Kang, a commoner!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, Zhao Kang?
Who is it?

Never heard of it, is he good?
The students were all anxious and rushed to the literary competition venue without blocking the door. These scholars, whose oldest was only 23, were at the age of enthusiasm.

Knowing that they were no match for Zhang Zi, they did not go on stage, but they were afraid that no one would dare to challenge them, so they blocked the two mansions in the hope of forcing the Grand Master to show up.

When they heard that Zhao Kang had come to power, they were all afraid that Zhao Kang would lose, so they rushed over to help.

Among the two mansions.

The housekeeper also hurriedly found the master.

"Sir, someone has come on stage to challenge me."

Master Yang was stunned: "Someone actually came on stage? Who is it!"

"I heard it's a man named Zhao Kang!"

"what!"

The old master and Mr. Zhao were both confused. Why did this guy show up again?
Both of them immediately decided to see what happened!At the same time, I was a little lucky that someone finally came out to be the scapegoat.

And it’s Zhao Kang, that bastard.

When he loses, the two of them will let His Majesty punish him.

As for yourself?

I'm sick!Didn't you see that I came here dragging my body with me?
I wanted to go on stage, but unfortunately I was sick and came late!Otherwise, you may not lose!
Although they were not in the same place, these two peerless prides smiled almost at the same time!

If Zhao Kang loses, you will be despised by the students of the imperial capital until you die!

Literary fight venue.

A large number of people came to watch.

The time for burning an incense stick has passed halfway, but Zhao Kang has yet to make any move, while his opponent Zhang Sheng is already writing furiously, looking very relaxed.

When Li Muqing saw that Zhang Sheng had already written two-thirds of the poem and looked confident, he immediately stopped caring about whether it would disturb Zhang Sheng's train of thought. He looked at Zhao Kang who had not yet taken action and sneered.

"What? Mr. Zhao, are you going to admit defeat? Why haven't you started writing for so long?"

Many people in the audience looked angry. Li Muqing was clearly disturbing Zhao Kang!

Upon seeing this, Guo Fengyu immediately said: "No one is allowed to cause trouble during the civil war. Your Highness, please respect yourself!"

Li Muqing laughed and saw Zhao Kang looking at him, thinking that Zhao Kang was affected, so he said nothing.

Steal the limelight?

Don’t be afraid of getting angry!
Qin Yufeng was a little anxious and leaned down: "Sir, what are you doing? Why don't you start writing!"

Zhao Kang rolled his eyes: "I'm thinking about which one to use."

Qin Yufeng was taken aback.

Zhao Kang's eyes fell on Zhang Sheng, who was focused on writing poems. He had read some of Zhang Sheng's poetry collections before and knew that this old man had real talent and learning.

If the verses he produced were not good enough, he would probably fall over, so he did not dare to be careless.

Chrysanthemum poems flashed through my mind.

When most poets write about chrysanthemum, they highlight a solitary and elegant character.

I use chrysanthemums to show off how indifferent I am to fame and wealth, and how I am not afraid of the powerful.Zhao Kang knew that if he came up with such a poem, he would not be 100% sure of winning, so he had to change his mind.

Suddenly a poem flashed across his mind, and Zhao Kang was immediately delighted: "Jade Phoenix!"

Qin Yufeng raised her eyebrows and quickly picked up her pen: "Young Master, tell me."

Zhao Kang whispered softly, Qin Yufeng's expression didn't change much at first, but in the end he was surprised that he could still write like this!

She immediately started writing quickly, but she didn't notice the two eyes in the audience looking at her closely.

An emperor!A general!
"The relationship is so close." Ye Hongxue looked unkind.

Liu Hanlong was confused: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." The female general said nothing.

On the other side, Empress Xiao Linglong snorted coldly, and everyone around looked over, wondering why Her Majesty the Empress was angry.

Soon the time for a stick of incense will come.

Both parties had stopped writing, and Li Muqing picked up the poem and sent it to Guo Fengyu first.

There is something special about poetry fighting.

In addition to writing poems, the audience will be guided through the analysis of poems without knowing whether they are true or false.

In this case, unless the next song is extremely brilliant, onlookers will feel that it is not as good as the previous song based on their preconceived notions.

Especially a title like Chrysanthemum Poetry with a very narrow intention.

Therefore, Li Muqing wanted to take the lead and let Guo Fengyu appreciate Zhang Sheng's poems to everyone.

It can be seen that this prince on Wednesday is extremely extraordinary.

Guo Fengyu frowned. He was originally waiting for Qin Yufeng to send him a poem, and he had even thought about how to play it.

Who would have thought that he would be beaten first, so he could only appreciate Zhang Sheng's poems to everyone first.

"Mr. Zhang's poem is called Qiu Ju! Qiu Ju is proud of the frost..."

After four short games, under Guo Fengyu's reading, many people had a picture: the autumn frost has fallen, but the chrysanthemums are still blooming. Despite the wind and frost, the garden is still filled with autumn chrysanthemums.

Guo Fengyu was thinking about how to disparage this poem at first, but in the end he couldn't help but said: "Okay! Mr. Zhang Sheng's poem is about the chrysanthemum and the ambition. The poem Feng Shuang writes about the hardships and hardships in the world, but he still can't help but the poet's perseverance. Ambition! What a beautiful poem!”

"You are worthy of Zhang Zi for being able to write such a good poem in such a short time!"

Many students nodded one after another. They were also moved by Guo Fengyu's appreciation. They felt that this Qiu Ju was a true reflection of themselves, and even applauded one after another.

Li Muqing sneered when he saw this, his goal was achieved.

After everyone thought about it, they were suddenly surprised!
Damn it, we are from the Qian country!

How can you applaud your opponent?

The three old princes sighed at the same time.

It's over, Zhang Shengshaju is indeed invincible in the world!
Her Majesty the Empress' palms were clenched with sweat as she stared at the stage intently. The two hundred and five princes were also moved by the tense atmosphere, showing a rare look of solemnity.

On the other hand, Prince Ning Xiao Feiyu looked calm and calm.

He had seen how Zhao Kang wrote ten poems in a row to sell diamonds in just one stick of incense, so he didn't panic at all.

Guo Fengyu looked at Zhao Kang and Qin Yufeng, and before he could speak, Qin Yufeng happily sent her poem.

Old Jijiu murmured in his heart, this poem belongs to one of us, so we have to praise it, at least to a draw!

However, when he saw clearly the verses written on the paper, he stood up immediately, trembling with excitement and stammering when he spoke: "This! This poem!"

His expression was almost crazy with excitement, which aroused the curiosity of everyone in the audience, what on earth did the old man see?

After spending a lot of energy, Guo Fengyu stabilized his thoughts, looked at the calm Zhao Kang, resisted the urge to go to him, and said in a deep voice using honorifics: "The title of Mr. Zhao Kang's poem is about chrysanthemums."

"The rustling west wind fills the courtyard, and the fragrant flowers are cold and hard for butterflies to come! If I were the Qing Emperor in another year, I would repay the peach blossoms!"

The poem was completed and everyone in the audience was shocked!
(End of this chapter)