Chapter 158 Destruction

  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 leaned over 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 been slapped on an ant, 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, many people will not allow it...and those veterans I am also watching, and 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 out today and wanted to make Jia Pingan look good, so I'm waiting for the news here, if it happens, it's a good thing. No... "

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

  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 out, "But they let someone 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 talk about things that would disrupt the government on the first day of the year."

"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, and this Great Tang has since become the emperor's plaything. It was a very auspicious day, and the emperor was in a turbulent mood at that time, if a few examinees spoke 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! Not bad!"

  Thinking of Jia Ping'an's end, 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..."

  …

   "Is he the broom star?"

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

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

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

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

   Once you sit down, it will be difficult to leave later.

  The examinees were all looking at Jia Pingan. Most of them didn't know him, or even knew 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!

  Many people's eyes lit up.

  Everyone is a scholar, relying on their own ability to take the exam and 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 farm boy to a noble county boy in less than a year, how many people are ashamed!

  Why is his life so good?

  Some people have red eyes and snorting, wishing they could replace them.

  Someone sighed bitterly, thinking that this young man had just gotten lucky, and if he were replaced, he would definitely achieve 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 brilliance, 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 the romantic celebrity refers not only to talent, but also to self-confidence!

  It's just a farmer, 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 Pingan 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 Hebei Province, this is Wang Fu, a great talent from 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 applauds loudly.

   Those eyes were full of excitement and joy, the innate instinct of human beings to bully the weak gradually broke out, and it turned out to be a bit wild.

  Jia Pingan was taken aback, and said flatly, "What is the topic?"

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

   "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.

  Competition 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 on the river... Can this scene be a poem?"

   "This mood is interesting!"

   "Someone has it!"

  The scene was a bit chaotic.

  An examinee stood up and recited his own poem aloud.

   Then there are two poems, but they are not bad.

  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 for people like Jia Pingan.

  Qiao Dongxing's literary talent is not as good as him, and he thought it would be fine if he was in charge, 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 impeccable.

  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 at this moment, these candidates will be witnesses in the future, and they will spread the news that the broom star is ignorant, laying the foundation for Yuan Ri to speak.

  Thinking of this, his eyes became more stern, and disappeared in an instant.

   "Jia Canjun...How about it? Is there any?" Qiao Dongxing asked with a smile.

  Jia Pingan was pondering.

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

  He said aggressively: "I have written poems, why Jia Canjun didn't do it for so long? Does it take more time?"

  Scholars pay attention to a literary no-one. 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 wondering 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 really bad to drink!

  He frowned, with a look of sarcasm in his eyes, "Here comes 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... hallucination.

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

   "This situation is lonely, is it possible?"

  This is a key question.

  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 away..."

   There is a taste inside!

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

   "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. It is even more wonderful that the birds fly without human traces. Then take them apart, and they will absolutely disappear. The 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 read all 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, as if they are not in the world.

"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 but nodded.

"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 finishing touch, 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 Pingan's poem. Whenever he looked at it, he was waiting for someone who was not convinced, and he refuted it sharply.

  Everyone was silent.

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

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

   Then some scholars got up and saluted, and declared 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..."

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

yes!

  These words broke Qiao Dongxing's luck at once. He put his head in his hands and said in pain: "Why is this? Why is this? How can a farm 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 is a famous piece, but who can write two famous pieces in one day, so-and-so immediately knelt 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 this 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!

   Too shameless!

   That hero Cao's eyes were about to burst into flames, "Jia Canjun wrote that famous piece of solitude, 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 guy is slightly fat, and he's okay when he gets angry, but when the anger subsides, he looks a little...wretched.

  Everyone was speechless, but they all felt that what they said was true.

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

   "Proudness!" 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. He felt a little guilty, but it dissipated immediately.

  His eyes are warm, and that kind of 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 tapped on the table and applauded.

  These candidates are all the best 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 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 guy 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 guy was secretly happy.

  Qiao Dongxing sneered: "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 Pingan, but Jia Pingan'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 just about to say hello, Jia Ping'an raised the flagon.

   It's so **** 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...

  There was Cao Zijian who wrote a poem in seven steps before, but I dare not compare, so let's do it in eight steps.

   counted the number carefully, "eight steps!"

  Jia Ping'an stopped and looked up...

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

  Suddenly 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 stood 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 heroic.

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

Cao Yingxiong took a deep breath, "The Qiang flute lamented, complaining that the spring is gone, but it is Yumen Pass. Ban Chao has a saying, 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.

   Jia Pingan looked at these, and thought of Datang's weakness later in his heart, and couldn't help feeling sad.

   Immediately he cheered up again.

  Since 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 complexion was gloomy, and he sat there slumped.

  He was convinced.

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

  Thinking that he was known 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 inside, and then slid down

  Wherever Jia Ping'an looked, these great talents from all over the Tang Dynasty bowed their heads.

  As soon as the two famous pieces 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'm 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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