Chapter 267 Unsteady, women's clothing

  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 reason for the Qujiang Liushang.

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

  Look at how beautiful the lake is.

   It is also good to see tourists.

   Yangliu Yiyi by the lake, it’s quite pleasant to find a place to sit and stare in a daze!

   But why bother?

   Li Jingye clenched his hands into fists, ready to make a move.

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

   "Dedication." 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 complacent before, so he spoke rudely.

   But you don't lose if you 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 with confidence: "Okay! It's a deal."

  Shangguanyi smiled and said: "Last time, I missed you in Wuxianglou. I heard that you wrote a poem. It is very good. I am very pleased..."

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

  Master Jia thought of Ouyang Xiu later.

  This guy 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 small follower, with a proud appearance.

  A group of literati looked on with admiration, 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!"

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

   "Not yet!" Minghui 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 took a look at Shangguanyi, and saw that he was handsome and standing with a smile, which made people feel admiration, so she couldn't help getting closer, and praised: "Shangguan Shaojian is very handsome, making people love it."

  Cai Ying smiled and said, "Is there Jia Canjun?"

   "It's almost there."

  Jia Ping'an was holding a big fish in his hand, and just thought about what to do when he went home... The fish body was braised with rice, the fish head was added with tofu, and the fish head soup was delicious!

  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 by the explosion, and someone scolded: "Traitor! Poetry and Fu are the way, are you trying to rebel against 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.

  The person: "..."

   This is a question of 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 you be an official?"

  He glanced at Jia Pingan, 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 yelled, "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 she could smile.

   As for the imperial examination, it is currently a joke. 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 son of a powerful family, you can also be a son of an official, and you can get priority.

  If you were born as a commoner, sorry, in most cases, you can only squat, watching others get promoted, while you learn slowly.

  The power of 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 dug out his own favor booklet, the one with the name, middle;

  That's why the aristocratic family has never disappeared 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 smiled and said: "In the early spring, looking at the willows by the river, how pleasant, how about this as a topic?"

  Everyone looked and saw willows drooping densely on both sides of the bank, and they couldn't help but praise: "Good scenery!"

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

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

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

   Then give him a little bit.

   Jia Ping'an put his hands behind his back, and the big fish swayed behind him. There happened to be two young ladies with scorpions on the road nearby, he glanced at it, 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 heart.

  Shangguanyi's complexion changed slightly. He seemed humble, but he was vaguely 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 Ping'an made him feel depressed.

  Cai Ying sniffed, feeling that something was wrong.

  The so-called famous articles 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 boss.

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

  Do you think that a famous article is a spring, which can spew uninterruptedly anytime and anywhere?

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

  This boy is proud... He is so 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 shook, "It's him?"

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

   Jia Ping'an is indeed a great talent, I was wrong!

  Minghui's eyes were full of regret.

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

  Ming Hui looked up at Jia Pingan.

  Jia Pingan seems to be thinking, but in fact he is stalling for 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: "Jingye, let's go, let's find a place to grill fish."

  He looked at the spring in front of him, and 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 at the group of people directly, 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 poem by Shangguan Shaojian. That young man is still complacent, which shows his ignorance."

   Everyone remained silent.

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

  There are shameless men in the Tang Dynasty, but more people will not violate their conscience even if they have different positions. 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 with her gaze, wishing she could catch up.

  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 in women's clothes and go to the imperial city!"

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

  Cai Ying was desperate, "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!"

   Talking about her blessed body, "I am in some inconvenience, so I will take my leave first."

  She hurried away with her 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 think so. "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. Even if this is the case, let alone a prostitute?"

  Someone took a look at Shangguanyi, "Are you going to write poetry today?"

   "Jia Ping'an'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 boss, but now he is disgraced and unwilling to leave.

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

  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 heartily.

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

  Minghui came over with a smile when he saw him pointing at her.

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

  Ming Hui's face darkened 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, ha ha!

   Jia Pingan ignored her and left.

  Ming Hui felt lost, 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 Ming Hui, and 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 blame 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. It left him speechless. This young man... he joined the army with a hundred riders, and he was awarded a knighthood for his military achievements..."

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

   "Yes!" Minghui smiled wryly, "But I moved closer to Shangguanyi before, and if I go closer now, I'm afraid he will look down on me. 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, and I'm afraid he won't!"

   This is 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 lady’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 stood up, "This person is indeed a great talent, but he is not being courted. Ask His Majesty, and he said that I dreamed about evil spirits 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 got an unsteady label in Li Zhi's heart.

   "Your Majesty, someone from Shangguanyi lost a bet and came to the imperial city in women's clothing."

   Wang Zhong's conscience was itchy, and he wanted to go and see it.

  Li Zhi sneered and said: "It's okay for such people to be incompetent, and they are 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, Cai Ying fell into the pit.

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

  Ahem!

  Wang Zhongliang knew that he was going to Ganye Temple.

  When they arrived at the Ganye Temple, Su Ho called Wu Mei over, and hurriedly left the house.

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

  Seeing Wu Mei's low-browed and pleasing eyes, 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 dare now."

  Li Zhi was even more satisfied, and couldn't help thinking 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, why haven't you heard of Shangguan Yi Poor Ni? But a great talent?" Wu Mei looked curious.

   "You, you!" Li Zhi pointed at her, and said with a smile: "Then Shangguanyi is talented, and the late emperor often ordered him to draft imperial edicts. Of course he is talented. But Jia Pingan's poetic talent is even stronger."

  Looking at Wu Mei, he felt more satisfied.

   Even Shangguanyi doesn't know about it, which means that she has no desire to interfere in political affairs at all.

  Wu Mei smiled and said, "I see."

  How could she not know that she was serving by the late Emperor's side at that time, and Shangguanyi often appeared...

  She smiled brightly, with a hint of humility.

   Just like this spring.

  (end of this chapter)