Rebirth of the Demon Queen

Chapter 268 Famous

When Lin Yuanzhi thought of his daughter, he felt bad, and even felt that the poetry meeting was meaningless.

He looked up Wufeng Tower a few more times and vaguely heard the emperor's hearty smile: "You girl, you just know how to talk!"

Lin Yuanzhi felt inexplicably sour, and looked towards Lin Zisu, and only heard Lin Zisu laughing and said, "Your Majesty, I'm just telling it truthfully."

The emperor immediately laughed, followed by the echoes of his ministers.

In the midst of singing and dancing, the night gradually enveloped, and Guanglu Temple greeted people to light up beautiful lanterns.

The light and shadow intertwined, illuminating the large open space in front of the Meridian Gate like daytime.

There is only one such event in a year. Not only are the attendees honored, but it also attracted the attention of the people in the capital.

Amid the bustling voices, the emperor stood up and raised his wine glass downstairs of Wufeng Tower.

"With the help of all the ministers and the people are united, I will have the prosperous era of Dayan. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, I should raise my glasses together and bless me with peace for Dayan for all the ages!"

Listening to the prayers of all officials, the emperor drank three large glasses of wine in a row, and then the extremely prince took turns to toasting the emperor.

Yuan Zhan chuckled a few more times and said, "It's actually hard to win the reputation. It seems that only Zhang Yuanlin can take advantage of this Zhongqiu Poetry Festival tonight."

Lord Guo was over 60 years old and wrote a poem to praise the saints. The poems were stable, but few scholars were interested, but the officials in the audience applauded.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across the emperor's face. Such poems chanting the saints were placed in front, and it was supposed to be arranged by the Ministry of Rites.

Since Lord Guo, there are two poems in succession, both of which are chanting the sages written in the style of the Pavilion.

The emperor was in high spirits. After hearing Yuan Zhan's words, he smiled and said, "The third prince came from afar, can he have a journey?"

"With your Majesty's care, I like the prosperity of the great things in Dayan."

This calligraphy is really a writing style, free and unrestrained, making people please the eye after seeing it. When Zhang Yuanlin chanted, there were bursts of exclamations from the audience.

However, these people prepared verses of chanting the saints, and they were rushing for a moment, and there was really nothing ingenious about it.

It seems that Qian Minzhong's greeting just now worked, and the following poems are written according to the situation.

At this time, the poem written by Zhang Yuanlin, the son of Zhang Qi, was displayed. He wrote a cursive script in one hand, and a five-character quatrain without adding a dot, which was written with great sermon.

Qian Minzhong said, and gave a wink to a eunuch beside him. The eunuch understood and walked down Wufeng Tower "dengdeng". It was supposed to be a way to go and pass on Qian Minzhong's orders.

The three consecutive poems were the same. Not only were the people below feeling unhappy, but even the emperor frowned.

More than a dozen people, both old and young, were all famous talents in Dayan. They had been preparing for this poetry meeting for nearly a month, and each of them had written like a god.

Halfway through the wine, it was the hour of You, and a full moon rose and hung on the eaves of the palace in the east.

His article was short and concise, but only a few hundred words attracted unanimous applause from the scholars present.

The first one to write was Zhang Yuanlin, the son of Zhang Qi, but the first one to be mentioned was Lord Guo, the priest of the Imperial College.

The emperor looked at Qian Minzhong with an unhappy look. Qian Minzhong laughed and said, "Tonight's poetry meeting, there are more than these poems. The third prince will continue to watch it. The good show is still behind!"

The Zhongqiu poetry meeting began as scheduled. First, Qian Minzhong, the Minister of Rites, went to the stage to read the emperor's imperial edict, and then a beautiful parallel prose was read by the Hanlin worshiper Fan Zhen.

Yuan Zhan didn't mean to continue talking, and continued to watch.

Yuan Zhan sat at the emperor's lower head and kept paying attention to the movement downstairs. After listening to a few poems, he bowed to the emperor and said, "Your Majesty the Emperor, I heard that the Dayan is beautiful and beautiful, Xiao Wang has always admired it. Lord Qian also told Xiao Wang that the gathering of talents in the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting tonight is worth watching. Xiao Wang is talented and knowledgeable. I wonder which adult guides Xiao Wang, what are the good things about these poems just now?"

Tulut looked like an ordinary Beidi people. He was tall and stout, with a fat face, half of his bearded face, and an extremely obvious scar at the corner of his eyes.

"This poem is just like this!"

Amid the cheers, more than a dozen Confucian scholars dressed up on the stage, each finding a desk for writing poems.

Amid the sound of drinking, Cao Shouli led a few people to the Wufeng Tower and introduced them to the emperor.

Fan Zhen is a famous scholar of the times, and his great name can be said to have resounded throughout the country.

Listening to Yuan Zhan's words, the smile on Qian Minzhong's face suddenly solidified. He was unwilling to continue talking, and he changed the topic immediately.

An emperor opened this, and the officials in front of the Meridian Gate also clinked glasses to their neighbors to express their respect.

Yuan Zhan only did not see it, so he opened the folding fan in his hand and shook it gently.

The visitors were Yuan Zhan and Tulutwanhu, the third prince of Beidi.

Yuan Zhan stopped the folding fan in his hand, pointed at Zhang Yuanlin and smiled, "Mr. Qian, this young man is very talented. I wonder what official position he is in the Dayan court?"

The two bent down slightly towards the emperor, then straightened up. Yuan Zhan took a step forward and said, "Bei Di Yuanzhan, bring my great Khan's blessing, and wish His Majesty the Emperor of Dayan to benefit thousands of years!"

Beidi has always been regarded as a barbarian country by Dayan. When a Beidi man was so ridiculed, everyone on Dayan felt that they couldn't stand it.

"Did you say Zhang Yuanlin?"

Yuan Zhan was in his thirties, with a fair face, wearing a Taoist robe, a purple gold crown, and a jade belt, which was no different from an ordinary rich young man.

Yuan Zhan was the younger brother of the mother of Yuan Bolu, the Great Khan of Beidi, and Tulute was a powerful general of Beidi and had great prestige in the Beidi army. Being able to send such people to discuss shows Yuan Bolu's sincerity.

Two calligraphy boys raised Zhang Yuanlin's calligraphy and stood on the stage to display it in four directions.

With Yuan Zhan’s praise, Qian Minzhong realized that he had a little face and smiled and said, “Young Master Zhang Qi has always been obsessed with studying and has not yet become an official.”

Yuan Zhan smiled on his face, made a few polite words with the emperor, followed Cao Shouli's guidance, and sat in the crowd with Tulut.

Yuan Zhan picked up the folding fan and knocked it in his palm a few times, sighing: "What a pity! What a pity! If I were in Beidi, such a talent would have long been among the court. How could he let him hang out in the countryside?"

Qian Minzhong was still thinking about how to fight back. The third prince Xie Hui stood up from the middle of the prince and said loudly: "The third prince's words are wrong. In my Dayan, I have always valued poetry and education. Not only do scholars speak well, but even children in three feet of children, and women and children in the deep home can recite them casually."

"Yeah?"

Seeing that Xie Hui was very handsome, Yuan Zhan looked at him carefully and smiled and said, "That's better to have a look."

Xie Hui took this opportunity and said to the emperor: "Father, that girl Qin is famous, I wonder if she can come on the stage to try it?"

(End of this chapter)