When the prefect of Qingzhou was questioning, the rest of the officials stopped talking and drinking, and watched this side with a smile on their faces.
Big is big, small is small, and big and small are golden cudgelsXu Qi'an complained in his heart that this fourth-rank official called himself, and smiled back on the surface:
"The humble official can't afford to be called an adult. That poem was indeed written by the humble official."
Oh, it really was himall the officials looked stunned.
When they first heard the name Xu Qi'an, they didn't react, but they also felt that the name was familiar. After such a long time, after thinking over and over again, I have some guesses about the identity of this strange Tonggong.
Following the spread of Xu Qi'an's several masterpieces handed down from generation to generation, although the official circles and scholars did not deliberately publicize his reputation, all present are high-ranking officials from a state, and there are corresponding channels to inquire.
No wonder, after hearing the name, Chief Chief Envoy rushed over in a hurry.
"The Sheep Pavilion Sending Ziyang Layman to Qingzhou" has already been spread all over the country. As soon as this great Confucian became an official, he took the lead with this masterpiece, which can be said to have taken advantage of harmony.
And all this is due to the gong named Xu Qi'an in front of him.
"I have admired her great name for a long time, and she is indeed handsome, like a dragon and a phoenix among people."
The magistrate of Qingzhou laughed loudly, speaking flattering words in an upright manner, and his level of elevating people was as perfect as fire.
Congratulations and prizesnot only among men, but also among men. Xu Qi'an had to admit that if he changed his position and became the focus, the disgusting official entertainment would suddenly become lively and interesting, and he thought that it would be great if it could continue.
After the prefect of Qingzhou finished his drink, he glanced at Yang Gong, the chief envoy from the corner of his eyes. This man with first-class skills and skills has restrained his oppressive official authority and looked relaxed.
At this moment, the prefect of Qingzhou suddenly remembered the troublesome stele. In fact, writing poetry is the best choice. It is simple, eye-catching, and thought-provoking.
Only poetry is rare, so I don't consider it. But it's different now, Xu Qi'an is here.
It's just in time.
? Xu Qi'an is quite talented in poetry The chief political envoy happened to be troubled by the inscription, and even we have a headache Can we let this great talent worry about it for us? Well, Mr. Chief Executive may not have such thoughts, but as the lord of a state, it is hard to say it out of face The prefect of Qingzhou has a lot of brains.
Thinking of this, the magistrate smiled and asked: "What other masterpieces does Master Xu have in the capital?"
He was asking casually, but if the other party refused to say no, he would use this to push Xu Qi'an to the forefront, collude with all the officials to make a fuss, encourage him to compose a poem on the spot, and then give the "title" naturally.
Similar methods are commonplace on the wine table, but they are usually used to persuade people to drink, but now they are used to compose poems, with different purposes
Want to whore my poems again? Xu Qi'an wanted to evade and say "no", but Governor Zhang took the topic first, and said with a smile: "It really is."
The officials present looked over with great interest, including Layman Ziyang.
How can a scholar have bad poetry?
Governor Zhang easily regained the focus, took a sip of wine, and said with a smile: "But there is only half of the song, and it has just been circulated in Beijing, so you must not have heard of it."
"Oh? Only half of the song?"
"My lord governor, speak quickly, and the lower officials will listen attentively."
The officials did not despise the half-song, but became more and more curious. This half-song must be a top-notch masterpiece, otherwise how the half-song would spread in the capital. If it's bad, it's not worth mentioning it in public, the governor.
Half a headYang Gong couldn't help but glance at Xu Qi'an, and then back at Governor Zhang.
Governor Zhang put down his glass, cleared his throat, and looked around the crowd with enough pomp and said loudly: "When you are drunk, you don't know the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams."
At this time, just as the dance ended, the music slowly dissipated.
The banquet fell into a dead silence. All the officials savored this half of the poem, only to feel a sense of detached chic coming, regardless of fame and fortune, regardless of gains and losses.
After a big drunk, lying in the black-covered boat, looking at the galaxy above the head, the seven-foot body is pressing another galaxy, and the air of freedom and ease emerges spontaneously.
Some people shook their heads, fascinated. Someone couldn't help looking at the small pond in the yard, where clusters of fiery red lotus flowers grew, but the pond was too small.
Layman Ziyang clapped his hands and said: "This poem has a lofty conception, and it should be the pinnacle of poetry in the past two hundred years of this dynasty. It is wonderful."
He drank three glasses of wine in a row, and accompanied the poem with wine, feeling extremely happy.
After drinking, he stared brightly at many?The bright red lotus.
This lotus variety is extremely weird, with only six petals, and each petal is full and crystal clear. It is a variety he has never seen before.
"This lotus is called red lotus, also called cold lotus, and it is a unique lotus in Qingzhou." Layman Ziyang came over, with his hands behind his back, standing to one side:
"It blooms only in October and withers until the next spring. The lotus seeds produced are warm in nature and can be used as medicine."
I have never seen a lotus flower that blooms in winter in my previous life. Xu Qi'an said with a smile: "It blooms and bears fruit in mid-winter, and its nature is warm, which is exactly the opposite of the season. Can't these red lotuses be transplanted to the Central Plains?"
"I can't live." Layman Ziyang seemed to point out something, and said: "Yunzhou's banditry is unique to Yunzhou, and it cannot survive in any other state. Do you know where the problem is?"
Isn't this a problem left over from history Xu Qi'an's heart moved, and he bowed: "Please advise, sir."
He didn't call my lord, but sir. Present yourself as a student
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