Great Tang Broom Star

Wang Qi is drinking.

Chen Erniang sat on the side and poured wine and vegetables for him, with tenderness in her eyes.

"Jia Pingan has become a Wuyang man, it doesn't matter." Wang Qi played with his wine glass, with a sneer on his lips, "But this time he made something that made several veterans in the military look at him more favorably. , someone is jealous."

He put down the wine glass, Chen Erniang filled it up, then raised her head and smiled charmingly, "Are they worried about that bastard?"

"No!" Wang Qi shook his head, "What they are worried about is that the broom star will become a knife of the emperor! This knife is getting sharper and sharper, and they are worried that it will become their own scourge."

Chen Erniang's eyes were slightly cold, she waved her hand lightly, her long nails slid across the air, "Then kill him!"

"The emperor won't allow it." Wang Qi pressed his brows, feeling angry and uncomfortable, "The eldest grandson won't allow it, they are worried about the future troubles caused by the death of the broom star."

Chen Erniang tilted her body and leaned over, her brows were full of murderous intent, "The emperor... how about another one?"

Wang Qi waved.

Snapped!

Chen Erniang covered her face and lowered her head.

Wang Qi acted nonchalantly as if he had slapped an ant in the face, and said calmly: "The emperor is weak, change to another... who knows what it will look like? So the eldest grandson will not allow it, and many people will not allow it... and Those veterans are also watching, so I can’t say this again in the future.”

Chen Erniang covered her cheeks and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Wang Qi looked up at the void, with the corners of his mouth curled up, and said with a sneer: "The people they are afraid of, naturally have to suppress them with all their strength... Someone came forward today and wanted to make Jia Ping'an look good, so someone is waiting for the news here. If it happens, it will be a good thing. No." ..."

Chen Erniang raised her head and said dissatisfiedly: "They should let you host it!"

Wang Qi sneered, only feeling that the anger in his chest was getting stronger, and he just wanted to find a place to vent it, "But they let a certain Zuo sit on the sidelines."

A man came outside, "Shangshu Wang, Qiao Dongxing and the others are already having a party, and he encouraged those candidates to speak up on the first day of the Yuan Dynasty to disrupt the government."

"Yuan Ri..." Wang Qi narrowed his eyes, and his eyes suddenly became sharper, sharp as a sword, "It was the time when His Majesty changed the Yuan, Zhenguan was far away, and the new year came, this Great Tang has since become the emperor's plaything It was a very auspicious day. At that time, the emperor was in a turbulent mood. If a few examinees spoke up like this...the emperor would feel a lump in his heart, and if he cooperated outside, Jia Ping'an would be in trouble. This method...interesting! good!"

Thinking of Jia Ping'an's fate, Wang Qi couldn't help clapping his hands and laughing, as if drinking a glass of ice water in the dog days.

He was originally handsome, but now he was laughing, adding a bit of heartiness.

Chen Erniang looked at him fascinated, and couldn't help leaning over.

"Lang Jun..."

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"Is he the broom star?"

"It looks like a young man, nothing extraordinary."

"If you see the broom star, is it still called the broom star?"

Jia Pingan doesn't like being in the spotlight, except for his opponents.

When he walked in, Qiao Dongxing stood up and cupped his hands, "Does Jia Canjun want a drink?"

Once you've sat down, it's hard to leave afterwards.

Those candidates were all looking at Jia Pingan,

Most of them don't know, or even know Jia Pingan. Someone asked the buddy in a low voice, and the buddy said, "He has only been in Chang'an City for less than a year, and he has changed from a farm boy to the current Wuyang man... It is rumored that the veterans like him."

wipe!

Quite flickering appeared in many people's eyes.

Everyone is a scholar, relying on their own ability to take the exam to become an official, step by step... It is very refreshing, but it is also very difficult and long.

But there is such a young man in front of him, who has completed the journey from a farmer's boy to a Fengjue county man in less than a year, how many people are ashamed!

Why is his life so good?

Some people's eyes are red and their noses are whistling, wishing they could replace them.

Some people sighed regretfully, thinking that this young man was just lucky, and if he was replaced, he must have achieved greater achievements than him.

"I heard that you claim to be unparalleled in talent?" Jia Pingan stared at Qiao Dongxing, his eyes sparkled, but he was angry.

Yuan Ri gave him eye drops in front of the emperor. This was a poisonous plan. How could Jia Pingan not be angry?

Qiao Dongxing's eyes flashed with joy, but it was joy. He is from Hedong Road, and he is well-known in the local area. If he can pass the Ministry of Rites examination this time, with a small circle of people operating, he will become a celebrity in a few years.

And celebrity romantic, not only refers to talent, but also self-confidence!

It's nothing more than a farmer's son, but someone entrusted him to set up a bureau on his behalf. Isn't that embarrassing?

The original plan was Yuan Ri's suggestion, but now that Jia Ping'an came to the door on his own initiative, why not save him now and ruin his reputation.

Thinking of this, Qiao Dongxing chuckled, "A certain Qiao Dongxing from the River East, this is Wang Fu, a great talent from the River Hebei Province! Today we will meet friends through literature, and you can all be witnesses."

It's no big deal to watch the excitement, and everyone applauded.

Those eyes were full of excitement and joy, and the instinct of bullying that is inherent in human beings gradually broke out, and it turned out to be a bit wild.

Jia Pingan was startled, and said lightly: "What is the topic?"

It is impossible to make a fuss, and it cannot be done in this kind of place.

"Compose poetry." Wang Fu's eyes became more contemptuous, and someone said: "Wang Langjun's poems are widely circulated in Hebei Province."

Why didn't I hear it?

Wang Langjun... Unless it is Wang Zhihuan or Wang Changling, plus Wang Wei and Wang Bo, Jia Pingan is worthy of everyone.

Competitive poetry...

He beckoned, the man stepped forward and said respectfully: "What does Jia Canjun want?"

"Bring a jug of wine!"

The clerk brought a jug of wine later, Jia Pingan squinted at Wang Fu and Qiao Dongxing, and asked, "You're just a guest, if that's the case, you wait for the question."

You are courting death!

Qiao Dongxing was overjoyed, fearing that Jia Ping'an would regret it, he hurriedly said: "When I came here, I passed a mountain. At that time, the sky and the earth were all white. There were no footprints on the mountain path, and the birds were gone. When I got down the mountain, I saw a fisherman. Fishing in a boat in the river... Can this scene be a poem?"

"This artistic conception is interesting!"

"Someone has it!"

There was some confusion at the scene.

An examinee stood up and recited his own poem aloud, which was well-behaved and was recognized by everyone.

Then there were two poems, but they were not bad either.

Wang Fu sat there motionless. When Qiao Dongxing looked over, he curled his lips in disdain, signaling that he didn't bother to make a move on people like Jia Pingan.

Qiao Dongxing's literary talents were not as good as his, so he got up and recited his poems.

This is deliberate.

He thought about this poem for several days, and after asking someone to polish it, he felt that it was perfect.

He recited slowly, and after a while, even Wang Fu clapped his hands and applauded after he finished reciting a poem.

Qiao Dongxing looked at Jia Pingan with piercing eyes. If he wins now, these candidates will be witnesses in the future, and they will spread the news that the broom star is ignorant and incompetent, laying the foundation for Yuan Ri to speak out.

Thinking of this, a stern look appeared in his eyes, which disappeared in an instant.

"Jia Canjun... How about it? Do you have it?" Qiao Dongxing asked with a smile.

Jia Pingan was pondering.

In Qiao Dongxing's eyes, this pondering was showing embarrassment...

He said aggressively: "We have all written poems, why did Jia Canjun take so long to act? Does it take more time?"

Scholars pay attention to the fact that there is no first in writing. If you write a poem in a quarter of an hour, then I will only be shorter than you, not longer than you.

Jia Pingan raised his eyes, "I'm just thinking about which one to choose."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Qiao Dongxing laughed first, and then roared with laughter.

Jia Pingan raised the jug and took a sip.

It's so bad!

He frowned, and there was more sarcasm in his eyes, "I'll come here."

Since you want to die, I can't do without giving you a ride!

Qiao Dongxing noticed that Jia Ping'an's spirit lifted, and a kind of self-confidence exuded.

This is... an illusion.

He sneered when he saw Jia Ping'an's sharp eyes sweeping over.

"This situation is lonely, can it?"

This is the main point.

Everyone nodded.

Isn't Qiao Dongxing's description just a picture of loneliness, if it is not a fisherman, it seems that there is no life in the world.

Jia Pingan stood with his hands behind his back, reciting: "A thousand mountains and birds fly..."

The inner flavor is there!

A candidate couldn't help clapping his hands and wanted to applaud, but he was worried that Jia Pingan's rhythm would be disturbed.

"Thousands of people disappeared."

wonderful!

One examinee couldn't bear it anymore, and praised: "Thousands of mountains, ten thousand paths, it can be described as wonderful. Birds flying will never be wiped out, it is even more wonderful. Then take it apart, it will never be wiped out, that lonely scene... perfect ! Wonderful!"

Just two sentences, everyone was stunned.

Qiao Dongxing thought about his poem and felt that it was not his opponent.

But you have to look at the whole of a poem. If the front is good and the back is bad, it is called a dog's tail, which will drag down the praise of the front.

Thinking of this, he stared at Jia Pingan, wishing he could say something as soon as he opened his mouth...Suddenly, the sky ganged up, it turned out that the Jade Emperor wanted to smoke. If the Jade Emperor doesn't smoke, why is the sky a gang?

Jia Pingan couldn't help feeling secretly refreshed when he saw the crowd waiting with bated breath.

"Boat PC World Weng, fishing alone trees and snow!"

This poem by Liu Zongyuan can be said to be extremely lonely. After reading the first half of the poem, people feel cold all over their bodies, as if they are not in the world at all.

"Good poem!" An examinee stood up with brilliant eyes and cupped his hands and said: "Someone said before that the first half of the poem is lonely. I think it is true. Thousands of mountains and birds are gone, and thousands of paths and people are gone. Just heard about it, and I feel it." Standing on the mountain path, there is white snow everywhere, and there is no trace of beasts, and I feel cold all over!"

Everyone couldn't help nodding their heads.

"Lonely to the extreme, it can be called a famous sentence." The examinee cupped his hands again, and said admiringly: "But the second half of the song has changed, the lonely boat and hat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow... From loneliness, from no trace of beasts , I saw the fisherman all at once, but it was very natural, without any sense of abruptness, this..."

this talent...

The examinee said loudly: "The last sentence is the highlight, fishing alone in the cold river and snow, lonely! The whole poem... can be called a famous piece, no, it is a famous piece, who is not convinced?"

The examinee was completely convinced by Jia Ping'an's poem, and whenever he looked, he was waiting for someone who was not convinced, and he refuted it sharply.

Everyone is silent.

The examinee said angrily: "Scholars of my generation, don't we dare to face such great talents?"

He turned around and cupped his hands, "Jiangzhou Hero Cao, I met Jia Canjun!"

Then some scholars got up and saluted, and reported their identities.

For a while, Jia Ping'an became the master.

Qiao Dongxing's face was pale, and he looked at Jia Ping'an in disbelief.

"This poem was definitely not written by him! There must be a fake, someone did it for... for..."

Wang Fu's complexion was not good, "Whoever can write such a poem, even if His Majesty asks, he will not give away such a famous poem."

yes!

These words crushed Qiao Dongxing's fluke. He put his head in his hands and said in pain, "Why is this? Why is this? How can a peasant boy write such a famous novel?"

He raised his head, his eyes were red, as if he was going to eat people, and he said to Wang Fu: "Brother Wang, this is a fluke, you come, you are very talented, you come up with a topic, and compose poems with him."

Wang Fu was silent.

Qiao Dongxing became angry, "Are you afraid? Even if it's a famous piece, who can write two famous pieces in one day, and a certain one immediately bowed down and recognized him as his father!"

The surrounding voices just fell silent, and everyone could hear them clearly.

Wang Fu's cheeks trembled, and he said lightly: "It's not because I don't dare, but because I have already thought of a poem..."

Qiao Dongxing was as happy as if he had caught a life-saving straw, "Brother Wang is a great talent, and he will definitely make him bow his head."

Wang Fu sighed, "Why is that so?"

This young man has a good outfit!

Jia Ping'an smiled, "I'm very busy, if you have a poem, just say it."

Anger grew in Wang Fu's eyes, and he said lightly: "A certain person in Hebei Road, since he was a child, he heard that the Tang Dynasty was at its peak and the army was invincible, but there were few poems written for the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty. Even if there were, there were no famous poems. .Today, you and I are here to write a poem on the theme of the Great Tang Frontier Fortress, okay?"

Frontier poetry?

Jia Ping'an looked confused.

Wang Fu couldn't help but secretly rejoiced when he saw it, and secretly clenched his fists.

Qiao Dongxing was already overjoyed, clapped his hands and said: "If not, today it will be considered a tie."

MMP!

How shameless!

That hero Cao's eyes were about to burst into flames, "Jia Canjun wrote that famous poem of loneliness, who is qualified to say that today is a tie, a certain hero Cao is unparalleled, let him know how powerful his fist is!"

This fellow is slightly fat, and he's fine when he gets angry, but when the anger subsides, he looks a little... wretched.

Everyone was speechless, but they all felt that this was true.

Jia Pingan said lightly: "If a certain person refuses to do it, you will definitely not be convinced. If so, then come."

"Proud!" Cao Yingxiong gave a thumbs up and said to Wang Fu: "If you still have a little bit of shame, then recite it quickly, otherwise... a certain person will be ashamed to be with you!"

Wang Fu didn't expect Jia Ping'an to actually agree, and he felt a little guilty, but it dissipated immediately.

His eyes are warm, and his confidence makes people believe that the poem he is about to recite is extraordinary.

Shameful dividing line......

The recitation is over.

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, then frantically pounded on the table and applauded.

These candidates are all outstanding candidates from all over the country, and they are all highly sought after talents in the local area, but today they were humiliated by a young man from a farming family.

They were already in despair, but Wang Fu used a good poem that, although not a famous one, could still sing well for a while.

Qiao Dongxing patted the case table, the joy of escaping humiliation made him ecstatic, and shouted: "Call the prostitute, sing, sing this poem."

There is a brothel next to it, the man went there immediately and invited a few famous prostitutes over.

This group of people is not short of money, so let's give some benefits to the neighbors next door, and then say that we can give someone a discount or something...

The buddy was secretly happy.

Qiao Dongxing sneered and said, "Jia Pingan, do you have it?"

The looks of the prostitutes changed, and they looked at Jia Pingan with joy.

Is it Master Jia?

They had never met Jia Ping'an, but Jia Ping'an's poems were widely sung in brothels.

This is probably the kind of mentality that fans of later generations will have when they meet their idols.

A prostitute's cheeks were flushed, and she was just about to say hello, but Jia Pingan raised the jug.

It's so damn nasty!

Jia Pingan took a few sips, put down the jug, and said flatly, "Someone has it."

There was silence in the lobby.

All eyes were on Jia Ping'an.

He paces deliberately.

One step, two steps, three steps...

In the past, Cao Zijian wrote a poem in seven steps, but someone dare not compare, so let's do it in eight steps.

Counting the number carefully, "Eight steps!"

Jia Pingan stopped and looked up...

"The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and there is an isolated city, Wanren Mountain."

Immediately, a huge picture appeared in everyone's minds. On the Wanren Mountain above the Yellow River, an isolated city stood tall.

This picture is not bad, but if you want to talk about famous stories...

Qiao Dongxing shook his head, a cold look flashed in his eyes.

If things are not done well today, he will inevitably be reprimanded in the future. For this... he must do something.

For example, if you lead people to make a fuss afterwards, you can't say that, and then bewitch and create momentum...

Jia Pingan slowly chanted: "Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze is not over... Yumen Pass!"

He stands with his back.

There was a dead silence behind him.

Qiao Dongxing looked at Jia Ping'an's background in disbelief, and murmured, "Why...why is it so exciting later."

On the Wanren Mountain above the Yellow River, an isolated city stands.

What a tragic and desolate scene is this?

But more is heroic.

"The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty guarded the border for the country, and they still refused to let those alien races invade the place where the yellow sand was everywhere."

Cao Yingxiong took a deep breath, "The Qiang flute wailed, complaining that the spring is gone, but it is Yumen Pass. Ban Chao said that I don't want to go to Jiuquan County, but I hope to be born in Yumen Pass. The Yumen Pass outside the lonely region! My Tang Dynasty Soldiers...mighty!"

Everyone said in unison: "I am a soldier of the Tang Dynasty...mighty!"

Even the prostitutes and guys looked solemn, and said in that proud tone: "I am a soldier of the Tang Dynasty...mighty!"

This is the pride and respect that the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty gained with each victory.

Looking at these, Jia Pingan couldn't help feeling sad when he thought of Datang's later weakness.

Immediately he perked up again.

Now that I am here, it is natural to let this pride stay for a long time.

Qiao Dongxing's eyes flickered, avoiding Jia Pingan's sight.

Wang Fu's face was gloomy, and he sat there paralyzed.

He was convinced in defeat.

Comparing the two poems, he has no chance of winning, which is a complete failure.

Thinking that he was famous as a genius in his hometown since he was a child, and was sought after everywhere, but now he was easily defeated by Jia Pingan, and he was powerless to fight back... His eyes couldn't help turning red, and tears gradually gathered in them, and then slid down

As far as Jia Ping's eyes went, these great talents from all over the Tang Dynasty bowed their heads one after another.

As soon as the two masterpieces came out, the confidence of these great talents was destroyed like a catastrophe.

It turns out that there are such great talents in this world!

I am so small!

"Is there no one?" Jia Pingan felt angry in his heart, so he used these two sentences to repay this anger.

He stood with his hands behind his back and asked, "Who else?"

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