Great Tang Broom Star

The lake is rippling, and the narrow water flow looks like a narrow path.

Put the wine glass in this narrow and tortuous water flow, let it float down, and take it as you like, this is the origin of the Qujiang Liushang.

Jia Ping'an had never been to Qujiang Pond before, and was dragged by Li Jingye. He wanted to take a stroll around.

Look at how beautiful the lake is.

It is also good to see tourists.

The willows by the lake are Yiyi, it’s quite pleasant to find a place to sit and be in a daze!

But why bother?

Li Jingye clenched his hands into fists, ready to strike.

Cai Ying said proudly: "This is a literary test, Li Jingye, if you have the ability to use poetry to speak, if you have the ability to speak, if you have no talent... go home!"

"Dedicated." Jia Pingan called Li Jingye, who was burning with anger, and said with some melancholy: "I just want to buy a few fish to take home. Why do I have to be proud? Then who..."

He pointed to Cai Ying and said, "You said that someone is a woman."

Cai Ying was taken aback. He was indeed too proud before, so he spoke out rudely.

But losers don't lose!

He laughed and said, "If Jia Canjun can compose a poem comparable to Shangguan Shaojian, I would like to apologize."

"Let's dress as a woman, how about walking from Qujiang Pond to the front of the imperial city?" Jia Ping'an is not a bad person, but he is not the kind of good guy who still keeps silent after being humiliated.

Shangguanyi's poem was so good that Cai Ying said confidently: "Okay! It's a deal."

Shangguanyi smiled and said: "Last time I missed you in Five Fragrance Building. I heard that you wrote a poem. It's very good. I'm very pleased..."

This is the posture of the leader of the literary world.

It made Master Jia think of Ouyang Xiu later.

This son is a great talent, the old man should avoid the road and let him stand out!

This is better than pretending!

Cai Ying took a step back,

Just like a little follower, with a proud appearance.

A row of literati on the side looked admiring, and someone said: "Shangguan Shaojian is as open-minded as he is, and rewards and encourages the underachievers. He is really a role model for my generation!"

The literati model Shangguanyi said humbly: "Pass, pass!"

"I haven't!" Ming Hui just came from another place and urgently needs to find a backer. Shangguanyi has a bright future. Some people say that he will definitely become prime minister within ten years, which shows that he is optimistic about his official career.

She glanced at Shangguanyi, saw that he was handsome and standing with a smile on his face, which made people feel admiration, so she couldn't help getting closer, and praised: "Shangguan Shaojian is very personable, making people love him."

Cai Ying smiled and said, "Does Jia Canjun exist?"

"Almost."

Jia Pingan was holding a big fish in his hand, and just thought about what to do when he went home...the fish body was braised in brown sauce, served with rice, the fish head was added with tofu, and a fish head soup was made, what a delight!

Thinking of this, his mood improved, and he raised his head and said, "Shi Nai is a small way..."

boom!

These words were like a bomb, and everyone was scorched, and someone scolded: "Traitor! Poems are the way, are you trying to disobey people's hearts?"

"What's the benefit of writing poetry to the country?" Jia Pingan took a step closer and asked with a calm demeanor.

That person: "..."

This is a question to the existing order of the literary world, Datang is open, this kind of question is nothing, but as a bigwig in the literary world, Shangguanyi must respond.

He said lightly: "Poetry cultivates sentiment, people don't understand poetry, how can they be officials?"

He glanced at Jia Ping'an, thinking that this young man might not know why poetry and prose are valued, so this can be regarded as a small warning, and if he wants to pass it on, he can increase his reputation as an elder.

Jia Pingan smiled and said: "The Han Dynasty emphasized poetry and Fu, and the Tang Dynasty followed, why? Isn't it because ordinary people can't afford books, even if they can afford books, they can only bury their heads in the classics, without profound family biography, They can't dabble in poetry at all. So..."

He looked at these people and felt that he saw a group of proud nobles, "So poetry and prose became the exclusive knowledge of the upper class. The imperial examination emphasizes poetry and prose, and it also wants to exclude. The middle and lower class are excluded, leaving a group of Your Excellency."

"Bold!" Someone pointed a halberd at Jia Ping'an and sternly shouted: "In front of everyone, you are lying about literary affairs and imperial examinations..."

"Come on." Jia Pingan felt that there was a group of roosters in front of him, and wanted to show off in front of Minghui, the hen, so that the beauty could smile.

As for the imperial examination, it is a joke at present. It is very difficult for an official with an imperial examination background to swim up the officialdom if he is a commoner. Only the children of those officials and eunuchs can have smooth sailing.

The former Han Dynasty is gone, but the residual poison of the system similar to Jiupin Zhongzheng is still there. In order to see your background as an official, which aristocratic family are you a descendant of? Wang family? Sorry, sorry, my lord.

If you are not a child of a powerful family, you can also be a child of an official, and you can get priority.

If you are a commoner, sorry, in most cases, you can only squat, watching others get promoted, and you are slowly learning.

The great thing about the imperial examination is that it breaks this kind of restriction. If you want to say that the Tang Dynasty also had an imperial examination!

hehe!

Datang's imperial examinations are not vague, what do you mean? That is, the examiner can see who made the test paper. The so-called line volume is to vote your own poems to the powerful, and the powerful will ask the examiner for you if they like it. After the exam, the examiner turned out his own favor booklet, the one with the name, the middle;

So the aristocratic family has never been extinct in the Tang Dynasty, and this is the root cause. When Wu Mei ascended the throne and became the empress, she was well aware of such disadvantages. She invented the system of surnames in the year she ascended the throne, but the pressure was great! In the end, it still couldn't be promoted.

"So-and-so was here to play, but he asked so-and-so to write a poem, so boring." Jia Ping'an became more and more impatient.

Na Minghui covered her mouth and smiled, "Young gentleman, you look very proud!"

Li Jingye looked at her as if he was looking at a dead person.

Jia Pingan frowned slightly, Cai Ying said with a smile: "In the early spring, looking at the willows by the river is so pleasant, how about using this as a topic?"

When everyone looked at it, they saw dense willows hanging down on both sides of the bank, and they couldn't help praising: "It's a beautiful scenery!"

Jia Pingan glanced at it, his heart moved slightly, and he smiled and said: "Someone has it."

He glanced at Shangguanyi, remembering that this person who later became Li Zhi's hardcore, offended sister, most of the family was killed, and the remaining granddaughter, Shangguan Wan'er, finally became the female official next to sister.

At this moment, Shangguanyi is in high spirits...

Then give it to him.

With Jia Ping'an behind his back, the big fish swayed behind him. There happened to be two young ladies with a sash on their way out, he took a look, and said with a smile: "The jasper makeup is as high as a tree, and ten thousand green silk ribbons are hanging down..."

This is an anthropomorphic description, comparing the willow tree to a maiden. A green skirt hangs down from the girl's body...

beautiful!

The two little ladies stopped when they heard the sound, and looked sideways, seeing the young man reciting poems looking at them, they couldn't help but be overjoyed.

One of the little ladies happened to have a green skirt, she couldn't help covering her mouth, her eyes were full of joy from the bottom of her heart.

Shangguanyi's complexion changed slightly. He seemed humble, but he was faintly regarded as a bigwig in the literary world, but he lost to Jia Pingan in Wuxianglou. He also attached great importance to this encounter and wanted to win back.

But just two sentences, Jia Pingan made him feel depressed.

Cai Ying sniffed, feeling that something was wrong.

The so-called masterpieces must be rare. There are people who have a famous poem in their lifetime, and they just rely on this to make a living. Someone who publishes a few famous works in a lifetime is a great talent and a big brother.

Jia Pingan has published several famous pieces, but can they still be published today?

Do you think that famous articles are spring water, which can spout uninterruptedly anytime and anywhere?

That Ming Hui realized that he was wrong after hearing these two sentences.

This young man is proud... He is proud for a reason!

She asked in a low voice, "Who is this person?"

Someone beside him said: "Tiger of a hundred riders...Jia Ping'an!"

Minghui's body trembled, "It's him?"

Jia Pingan's reputation gradually spread. As a famous prostitute in a brothel, you may not know his name, but you must know his poems, and the bandit name: Tiger of a Hundred Rides!

Jia Ping'an is really talented, I was wrong!

There was more regret in Ming Hui's eyes.

"Look at his bottom!" The maid whispered, "If it's not good..."

Minghui looked up at Jia Ping'an.

Jia Pingan seems to be thinking, but he is actually delaying time, otherwise he will write a famous article in one go, that would be too... too shocking.

"I don't know who will cut out the thin leaves..." He pondered, "The spring breeze in February is like scissors!"

He nodded slightly to the two young ladies, and then said: "Dedicated, let's go, let's find a place to grill fish."

Looking at the spring in front of him, he suddenly felt that it was not a good idea to go home, so he decided to find a place to barbecue.

"Brother, there is no drink!" Li Jingye licked his lips.

"There is a sale over there, let's go and have a look." Jia Pingan took the fish, and the two brothers walked away.

From the beginning to the end, Jia Pingan didn't look directly at the group of people, but those two little ladies won his favor.

Girls are passionate, and some teenagers write poems for themselves, which are still famous. The two little ladies couldn't help being overjoyed. The little lady with green skirts suddenly clapped her hands, "I remembered, he is Jia Canjun! It's him! He wrote for me. It’s a poem, I’m so happy!”

Another little lady held her hand, pointed to her green skirt, and said enviously: "Go home and tell Aye, I want a green skirt too."

"Jia Langjun!" The two young ladies chased Jia Ping'an.

A group of people on the side were silent.

Someone suddenly sighed: "This poem, I can't see the one by Shangguan Shaojian. That young man is still complacent, which shows his ignorance."

Everyone is still silent.

Everyone has the ability to appreciate, Shangguanyi's poems are good, but Jia Ping'an's is even better.

There are shameless men in the Tang Dynasty, but even if they have different positions, more people will still not violate their conscience. A man frowned, "Jia Ping'an's poem fits the current scene. Look at the willow hanging down beside him, like a little lady? And he happened to see that little lady, so he wrote this poem."

Another man sighed, "I don't know who will cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Just these two sentences will convince a certain person. Jia Ping'an is indeed unparalleled in poetry!"

Shangguanyi's cheeks trembled, he knew very well that this poem would soon spread in Chang'an, and himself as a foil would become a laughing stock.

I shouldn't have come!

He glanced at Minghui beside him, the famous prostitute was raising her head at the moment, following Jia Ping'an's back, wishing she could catch up.

The old man... lost!

Shangguanyi smiled and said, "Good poetry."

Cai Ying sat on the wax.

Someone said: "What did you say earlier... Cai Ying wants to dress up as a woman and walk to the imperial city!"

Datang man, keep your promise, otherwise everyone will look down on you.

Cai Ying was in despair, "Could it be...Ming Huike brought extra dresses?"

You deserve to wear my dress? Ming Hui covered her mouth and laughed, "I didn't bring it with you!"

Speaking of her blessed body, "I'm a little inconvenienced, so I'll take my leave first."

She hurried away with the maid.

Looking at the direction, it was clear that he was chasing Jia Pingan.

"This woman is really disgusting and annoying."

Some people were dissatisfied, but some didn't take it seriously. "A certain person didn't like Jia Ping'an before, but when this poem came out, a certain person also felt that he was talented and wanted to get close to him. If this is the case, let alone a prostitute?"

Someone glanced at Shangguanyi, "Are you going to write poetry today?"

"Jia Ping's pearls and jades are in front, but a certain one can't do it."

A group of people came to Qujiang Pond for a party today, and Shangguanyi was hosted by a big boss, but now he is disgraced and unwilling to leave.

Cai Ying was looking for a dress over there, and while wearing it, she choked up and said, "Everyone, I'm afraid I'll be ashamed to see people if it gets out."

At this time, women's clothing is a matter of humiliation. For example, in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Zhuge Liang used women's clothing to humiliate Sima Yi. This incident is mostly a romance, but it can also be seen at the moment.

Cai Ying set off, and Jia Pingan also set up a fire and started grilling fish.

Li Jingye went to look for drinks, and the two brothers ate a big fish to their heart's content.

"Brother." After Li Jingye finished eating, he pointed to the side, "That woman is here."

Seeing him pointing at her, Minghui came over with a smile.

Li Jingye frowned, "Brother, you said you were smiling when you saw people, there are a lot of good things..."

Ming Hui's face turned dark immediately.

Jia Pingan glanced at her, "Go home!"

Minghui has met many so-called great talents and officials, and those people were very polite to her, but this young man never took her seriously from the beginning. When writing a poem, I would rather use a passing girl as a material than her, a beautiful woman.

She blessed herself, "I met Jia Lang."

Brother is not a wolf, huh, huh!

Jia Pingan ignored her and left.

Feeling lost, Minghui turned around and watched him go away.

The maid next to her pouted and said, "Lady, he is so proud."

"Such a great talent, of course you have to be proud." Ming Hui only felt empty in his heart and said, "I don't know it's him... Do you know how powerful this young man is?"

The maid shook her head, she was serving Minghui, she didn't know any poems or prose.

"Hey!" Minghui sighed, "The first few of his poems are all famous. The important thing is that this person's poetry style is ever-changing. There are lonely boats and hats, lonely fishing for cold rivers and snows; There is also Qiangdi, why should you complain about the willows, the spring breeze does not overcome the sadness of Yumenguan; moreover, I hope you can pick more, this thing is the most lovesick and affectionate... Such a great talent, Shangguan Shaojian has been in the limelight in Chang'an, but this young man is just a poem, Let him be speechless. This young man...he joined the army with a hundred riders, and was awarded a knighthood for his military achievements..."

The maid was dumbfounded, "Lady, isn't this young man just the backer we are looking for?"

"That's right!" Ming Hui smiled wryly, "But I moved closer to Shangguanyi before, and if I try to get closer now, I'm afraid I'll be looked down upon by him. I... really regret it, and feel distressed."

The maid panicked, "Lady, we just arrived in Chang'an City, so we need to find a backer. Shangguanyi looks angry today, so I'm afraid he won't!"

This is the reason why Minghui regretted her bowels.

If she hadn't said a word before, she could talk to Jia Pingan now.

Life... is so helpless!

Later, Cai Ying was wearing a woman's dress, and was surrounded by troublemakers all the way on Suzaku Avenue, causing a sensation immediately.

Jiang Hongyi hurried in, seeing Concubine Xiao Shu pretending to be sewing, she said eagerly, "Concubine Shu, that broom star is proud again."

Concubine Xiao Shu raised her head, doubts appeared on her bright face, "What pride?"

Jiang Hongyi took a breather, "It is said that Jia Ping'an went to Qujiang Pond and met Shangguanyi and the others who were composing poems. Shangguanyi and the others provoked Jia Pingan to occupy a poem, and they were speechless. I lost the bet, and now I’m coming to the imperial city in a woman’s dress.”

"What poem?" Concubine Xiao Shu asked casually.

"I remember, the jasper makeup is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don't know who cuts the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors." Jiang Hongyi praised: "Concubine Shu, I can feel it when I hear this poem. It's full of spring!"

Concubine Xiao Shu got up, "This person is indeed a great talent, but he is not being coaxed. I went to ask His Majesty, and he said that I dreamed about Xie Chong again."

Li Zhi is very busy at the moment, and when he learned about this, he was startled, and then said with a smile: "Shangguanyi is over forty years old, and he competed with a young man in poetry. He won without martial arts, but lost. This person seems a bit Unsteady."

Poor Shangguanyi instantly had an unsteady label in Li Zhi's heart.

"Your Majesty, someone from Shangguanyi lost a bet and came to the imperial city in female attire."

Wang Zhongliang felt itchy, and wanted to go and have a look.

Li Zhi sneered and said, "It's okay for such people to be incompetent, and ignorant. What's wrong with betting, women's clothes..."

Wang Zhongliang said: "It is said that Jia Ping'an mentioned it."

Later generations gambled too much with women's clothing. When Jia Pingan mentioned it casually, Cai Ying fell into the pit.

Li Zhi got up, "Go for a walk in the Forbidden Garden."

cough cough!

Wang Zhongliang knew that he was going to Ganye Temple.

When they arrived at the Ganye Temple, Su He called Wu Mei over, and his family hurried to leave.

Jia Canjun said, don't look at the emperor's business, don't ask.

Seeing Wu Mei's low eyebrows, Li Zhi was secretly satisfied, "Are those people still looking for trouble for you?"

Wu Mei shook her head, "Thank you Your Majesty for taking care of me, I don't even dare now."

Li Zhi was even more satisfied, and couldn't help but think of Jia Pingan, "Jia Pingan, who joined the army with a hundred riders, was in Qujiang Pond today. A poem left Shangguanyi speechless...hahahaha!"

He said this was to adjust the atmosphere, but in Wu Mei's ears, it was good news.

Is the little brother so powerful?

"Your Majesty, how come the poor nun of Shangguan Yi has never heard of it? She is a great talent?" Wu Mei looked curious.

"You, you!" Li Zhi pointed at her and said with a smile, "Then Shangguan Yi is talented. The late Emperor often asked him to draft imperial edicts. Of course he is talented. But Jia Pingan's poetic talent is even stronger."

He looked at Wu Mei, and felt more satisfied in his heart.

Even Shangguanyi didn't know about it, which meant that she had no desire to interfere in political affairs at all.

Wu Mei said with a smile: "I see."

How could she not know that during that period of time when she was serving by the late Emperor's side, Shangguanyi often appeared...

She smiled brightly, but also with a little humility.

Just like this spring.