Happy Little Scholar

"What did the emperor say to you just now?"

Coming out of the Qinzheng Hall, Li Mingzhu saw Li Yi holding Yongning's hand, humming a brisk unknown tune, and was obviously in a good mood. She walked up and asked.

"You'll know when you go to the Lizheng Hall." Li Yi replied casually, and whispered in Yongning's ear, and the little girl's eyes instantly brightened.

Li Mingzhu's expression moved slightly, and she instantly understood what he was referring to, and her hanging heart finally let go.

Li Xuan's expression was also slightly excited, and he immediately became looking forward to the competition after a while.

"This matter is serious, please think twice, Your Majesty!"

"Li County Zi is indeed talented in mathematics, but today's competition must not be treated as a joke!"

"Please take back your order, Your Majesty, we can't lose again!"

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Hearing the news that Emperor Jing had just announced, the expressions of several senior officials in the court changed, and they stepped forward to advise.

He had long been accustomed to Li Yi always creating surprises for him at critical moments. Seeing his expression just now, how could he not know that he had already been 100% sure in his heart? At this moment, he was too lazy to explain to the ministers. He waved his hand and said, "I have made up my mind. You don't need to say more. The time is almost up. Follow me to Lizheng Hall."

"Your Majesty..."

Several officials wanted to say something, but Emperor Jing had already walked out of the hall.

"This, Your Majesty is too careless. Could it be that Li Xianzi's attainments in poetry and prose are higher than Wei Siye's? I'm afraid I will lose today..." The Minister of Rites said with a worried look.

The faces of several people behind him even showed a trace of despair. How could a young man of the age of twenty be comparable to Wei Siye who had studied this for decades? Your Majesty's childishness at this moment would make Jingguo pay a very heavy price.

On the other hand, Wei Siye did not show any disappointment or anger on his face, but instead felt relieved.

After all, he also has a lot of psychological pressure when he loses more than he wins. Of course, it would be good if he wins. If he loses, Ma Zhongcheng is a lesson for him. He will be cursed by people in Kyoto and even the whole Jingguo. It's terrible to think about it. If it's not necessary, who would be willing to bet their reputation on this competition?

That Li County Master is still too young, and youthful vigor often comes at a great price.

Qin Xiang rarely expressed any opinion on this matter. Among the people present, even Dong Wenyun, in terms of understanding of Li County Master, is far inferior to him.

If even Wei Siye is not sure of winning, your majesty's move is probably the most correct choice.

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Lizheng Hall is where all officials go to court, but since yesterday, the morning court is no longer the most important activity in Lizheng Hall. Nothing is more important than winning the competition with Qi.

More than a dozen core officials and Emperor Jing discussed important matters in the Qinzheng Hall, while others were waiting outside the Lizheng Hall.

When Li Yi and others came here, there were already quite a few people outside the hall.

At this time, the time had not yet arrived and the palace door had not yet opened. When the three of them walked to a quiet place in the corner with few people, Li Xuan, who was originally talking in a low voice with Li Mingzhu, suddenly froze for a moment, then walked to the side with a happy expression, patted a young man on the shoulder, and said unexpectedly: "Brother, we meet again."

The young man turned around with a somewhat stunned expression. When he saw Li Xuan, his face showed a puzzled look, and soon it became clear, and he said: "You are, the one from Qun Yuyuan..."

Li Yi and Li Mingzhu came over later. He was also a little surprised when he saw the young man. Last time in Qun Yuyuan, because there was no seat, Li Xuan took the initiative to go up and share a table with the other party. Although they did not have any conversation, Li Yi had a good impression of him. This time, he actually met him in the palace, which was indeed quite surprising.

"Why are you here?" It is difficult to meet people who suit your appetite on weekdays. Li Xuan looked at him and asked curiously: "Are you also an official in the court? Why didn't I see you before?"

The young man was speechless for a while, not knowing how to answer

Li Mingzhu looked at Li Xuan in astonishment, and the crowd in the distance looked over here, and there was also a lot of commotion.

Li Yi looked at the young man and the people behind him, turned around, and saw the expressions on the faces of the officials, thinking that it couldn't be such a coincidence?

"The third prince of Qi?" Li Yi looked at him and asked uncertainly.

At this special moment, he was excluded by the officials of Jing State, and these people were obviously led by him. Except for the third prince who was famous in Kyoto, it seemed that it would not be anyone else.

"Two brothers Li, we meet again." The young man smiled slightly and bowed to them.

Li Xuan was stunned and didn't recover from this accident for a while.

Li Yi bowed to the young man, pulled Li Xuan's sleeve and pulled him away. This kind of occasion is not suitable for getting close to each other.

"It seems that the one with them is the eldest princess of Jing State. Does the third prince know those two?" After Li Yi and the other two left, an old man stepped forward and asked.

The young man smiled and said, "We have met before, and they are both interesting people."

He did not continue on this topic and asked, "The second competition is about to begin. Are you ready, Brother Xiuwen?"

Another young man leaned against the pillar, holding a book in his hand and reading it intently. He did not answer. The third prince of Qi shook his head. The poetry idiot is indeed a poetry idiot...

On the other side, Li Mingzhu looked at Li Yi and Li Xuan suspiciously. Before she could ask the questions in her heart, the place suddenly became commotion. Not far away, accompanied by Qin Xiang and others, Emperor Jing slowly walked towards this side. Come.

The officials looked slightly excited and followed Emperor Jing into the hall. The third prince of Qi glanced at the young man behind him and said, "Let's go."

The young man stood up straight, closed the poetry book in his hand, and looked in the direction of the main hall, with a smile on his lips.

"I hope today's competition will be interesting..."

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There was an eerie silence above the court.

It was not because they were worried that the noise would affect the competition, but because of the decision His Majesty just announced.

The candidate for this competition is actually not Wei Siye, but County Master Li!

His Majesty's move will undoubtedly kill their only glimmer of hope before the competition!

If it weren't for the envoy of Qi State who was in the palace, the pot would have been boiling in the golden palace at this moment.

Everyone looked at Li Yi with confusion, regret and even resentment, but no matter which emotion they were in, they no longer had any hope for the result of today's competition.

"Prince Li?" An imperceptible light flashed deep in the eyes of the third prince of Qi Kingdom, but it quickly faded away.

As for the young man, with a slight expression of regret on his face, he waited for the third prince to pull out a stick from a bamboo tube. When he saw the word "dusk" on it, he closed his eyes and began to think.

Naturally, this poetry competition will not be a free exercise. There are dozens of lots in the bamboo tube, each with different content, such as chanting about objects and expressing feelings, describing scenes and feelings. Whichever one is drawn, the two people will write a poem based on it. First of all, comparing similar poems, it is naturally easier to distinguish between them.

Of course, everyone has their own type of expertise. In order to eliminate chance and ensure fairness, this competition will be drawn three times.

At the moment when the young man closed his eyes, Li Yi had already walked to the table, dipped his pen in ink, and decisively started writing amid the stunned expressions of the officials and envoys of Qi State.

"So fast?"

"Has he been prepared?"

"It's unlikely. The lot was drawn by the third prince of Qi. Before that, no one knew the title, unless..."

"Cough, cough, Lord Zhu, be careful what you say, be careful what you say..."

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After being shocked, the officials seemed to have thought of something, and their expressions became strange. After looking at each other, they returned to normal in an instant.

When the Qi envoy saw this, he could naturally think of something, and the expression on his face became a little uncertain.

Only the third prince looked calm. When he drew the lottery just now, he had carefully checked it. Each lot indeed had different content written on it. Unless he had prepared dozens of songs in one day that could surpass Zhao Xiuwen's. The best poetry ------ and this is simply impossible.

At this time, he didn't care about the poetry anymore. He was thinking about another thing and looked at Li Yi with a deep look.

After a while, Li Yi put down his pen, and an eunuch immediately came forward and posted the poem he had written on the paper.

At this time, Zhao Xiuwen from Qi State had not yet opened his eyes.

Naturally, all the officials looked over immediately, and were first shocked by the elegant calligraphy in his hand. They all said that the young man from Chang'an County had great calligraphy skills. Only then did he realize that the rumors were true.

It has to be said that at this moment, a glimmer of hope ignited in Baiguan's heart.

Then, after reading the entire poem, their fire of hope was ruthlessly extinguished again.

“It’s really not easy to achieve this level of success in such a short period of time.”

"It can be considered a masterpiece."

"It's just a pity..."

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Among the hundreds of officials in the court, in addition to military generals, who can be called "civilian ministers", which one does not stand out from millions of people? Even if he is not like Wei Siye who has studied poetry all his life, how can he He has no profound attainments in poetry.

Regardless of preparations in advance, it is rare to be able to write such poems in such a short period of time if it is really done on the spot, at least most of them cannot do it, but the person opposite him can He has the title of "the most talented poet in a millennium". If it is only at this level, there is no possibility of defeating him.

Seeing the sighs of the courtiers, the expression on Emperor Jing's face remained unchanged. After taking a look at Li Yi, he found that he was talking quietly to Yongning, and he felt more at ease.

At this moment, that Zhao Xiuwen finally opened his eyes.

He walked to his desk, picked up his pen, and dipped it in ink. The courtier's heart also became troubled.

He looked up at the poem that was posted, and his eyes lit up because of the handwriting. Then he shook his head and lowered his head to write.

A moment later, Zhao Xiuwen looked up again.

This time, the pen in his hand could no longer fall.