Great Wei scholar

At this time, figures also shuttled through the streets and alleys of Nanyu Mansion.

In a restaurant.

A Confucian scholar held a blank sheet of paper, and in front of dozens of people, slowly wrote Manjianghong·Furious Crown.

When the writing was finished, there were bursts of surprises.

"Good words! Good words!"

"It should be a noun through the ages."

"It's good to say that the dust and earth of thirty fame, the cloud and the moon for eight thousand miles, good, good, good."

"Don't wait, the boy's head is white, that's okay."

There were bursts of applause, which attracted the attention of some people in the restaurant.

"Everyone, this poem is written by Xu Qingxiao and Xu Shouren. You don't know how extraordinary this fellow Shouren is. He is only 20 years old now and has just graduated from school for a month. Well, you have the qualifications of a great Confucian."

The Confucian scholar who wrote "Fu Jianghong" blushed and said, "He didn't sleep all night, and after the banquet was over, he immediately called his friends to share about the banquet.

As soon as these words were said, everyone was shocked.

And the same thing keeps happening.

A house.

A scholar frantically knocked on the door, looking extremely excited.

It was not yet daylight.

The courtyard opened, and the scholar rushed in directly, and came outside the bedroom, causing the old man in the bedroom to get up.

"Xianping, what are you doing? Why did you come here before dawn?"

The old man was a little sullen, why can't we wait until dawn?

Disturbing people's rest early in the morning, don't scholars need to sleep?

"Sir, sir, look, look."

The latter was not afraid, but handed the copied blank paper in front of the old man. This old man had already enlightened and was very prestigious in Nanyu Mansion.

He held his breath and looked at the white paper.

After a while.

The old man's cloudy eyes showed shock.

In the next moment, he held it like a treasure.

"The shame of Jingcheng is still unsettled, and the hatred of the courtiers, when will it disappear."

"Drive a long car and step through the gaps in Lianyun Mountain."

"Okay, okay, okay, what a disgrace to Jingcheng, it's still not snowing, okay, really good, quaint words, quaint words."

"No, the eternal noun, this is the eternal noun, did you write this?"

"No, it's impossible. If you could write this kind of noun, you would have already entered it."

"Who, who?"

The old man, from being drowsy and confused before, is now full of energy, and even has a bright look. He grabbed his student's collar and asked.

"Sir, this was made by a person named Xu Qingxiao at the banquet of Young Master Li Xin yesterday."

"He has already entered the body, has advanced to the ninth rank, and is only twenty years old."

The latter was a little frightened, but answered truthfully.

"Not more than [-] years old? Ninth grade? Hiss!"

"Come on, go find Mrs. Chen, I'll change my clothes, no, I won't change, let's go, come with me."

The old man was very excited and wanted to change his clothes, but when he looked back, he had to change his hair, so he hurried away.

"Why are you looking for Mrs. Chen?"

The latter is a bit confusing, he just came here to report, master and apprentice appreciate the works together, why go to Master Chen?

"Looking for Mr. Chen to poach people, there's so much nonsense, hurry up."

The old man roared and left quickly.

Another large house.

A Confucian scholar ran wildly all the way, holding a white paper that had copied Man Jianghong in his hand, and accidentally fell on the way, but fortunately, the poems were not dirty.

After getting up, he rushed home directly.

"Father."

"Father."

"Don't sleep, don't sleep, come and see."

Confucian scholar returned home, rushed all the way into his father's bedroom, and opened the door without hesitation.

The two people on the bed jumped up in fright.

"What are you doing?"

"Fizzy!"

"What a system."

The middle-aged man roared, his heart was beating wildly, and he almost died.

"Father, look quickly, look quickly."

The latter didn't know how to explain it, so he handed the poem directly to his father.

"Look, look, what are you looking at? What's there to see?"

"What crap can you write?"

"Let me read any bad words? It's just..."

The middle-aged man was furious, and he dared to wake himself up just to let himself read a poem?

He was about to be furious, but when his eyes fell on the poems, he was stunned.

"Rushing to the crown, leaning against the lanai, the Xiaoxiao rain rests."

"Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement."

"Thirty years of fame and dust and soil, eight thousand miles of cloud and moon."

"Don't wait, the boy's head is white, empty and sad."

There are not many words, but a hundred words.

But it made him tremble all over, as if he had found a treasure.

"Quiet words, quaint words, should be the best words in the world."

"Son, did you write this? Did you write this?"

The middle-aged man became excited, and his wife at the side was a little terrified.

"Father, my son participated in the grand banquet of Mr. Li Xin yesterday. This was written by Xu Qingxiao during the feast. His senior brother is Chen Xinghe, but his senior brother is average. This Qingxiao brother's lyrics are even more talented and promoted to the ninth rank."

"Father, this brother Xu is only 20 years old, and now there are four major academies in the imperial court. This person must have a great talent. If he can recruit such a great talent for Yingtian Academy, I think it will be a credit."

He said aloud, the latter's eyes were bright.

The next moment, he jumped off the bed, grabbed his clothes and quickly put them on.

"Let's go, follow my father to see Mrs. Liu, if this poem is really written by this person, and he is a great talent in the world, hurry up and go."

While he was speaking, he had already put on his clothes, pulled his son, and ran to the door, leaving behind his wife who looked dazed.

Nanyu Prefecture.

Mansion House.

Also something similar happened.

Chapter 37: Mr. Huifu, his name is Xu Qingxiao

Mansion House.

Li Guangxin looked at the poems in front of him.

His breathing became a little short.

The pupils are also dilated than usual.

"Eternal term."

"Eternal term."

"Eternal term."

As a mansion lord, although he did not practice Confucianism or Taoism, he was considered a high-ranking official at any rate, and his appreciation ability was definitely much stronger than these Confucian scholars.

Ordinary people look at Man Jianghong, at most they just think that this poem is well written.

But he can feel what kind of waves this vocabulary will bring to Wei.

The shame of Jingcheng is a great shame to Wei.

The emperors of the Five Dynasties ruled the world with culture, the country was peaceful and the people were peaceful, and they were known as the country of all nations.

It can be said that before the shame of Jingcheng happened, the Great Wei Dynasty almost reached its peak.

However, as the northern barbarians marched southward, iron cavalry broke through many cities in Wei Dynasty.

Massacred thousands of people.

People are devastated, blood flows like rivers, and killing, wounding and looting are the norm. From the north down, ten rooms are empty, and the great Wei's national fortune is reduced to the lowest.

In this battle, the Great Wei was ashamed and Emperor Jiankang was bedridden with illness, and it was difficult to return the elixir.

The civil and military officials of the great Wei Dynasty were beaten dumb.

If it weren't for the Great Wei, the country would have changed hands long ago, and even though Emperor Wu would appear later, and the Northern Expedition seven times, they would be powerless to return to heaven.

The barbarians in the north are still clamoring to this day. Sooner or later, they will break into the capital, threatening to let the current emperor cleanse them and reduce them to playthings on the bed.

What kind of humiliation is this?

Although until today, the barbarians in the north have not had any substantive collisions except for clamoring.

But this thorn will always be in the hearts of Wei's subjects.

Today, Xu Qingxiao's poem has touched the hearts of countless people.

"The shame of Jingcheng is still unsettled, and the hatred of the courtiers, when will it disappear."

"Drive a long car and step through the gaps in Lianyun Mountain."

Li Guangxin took a deep breath and couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Father, this person is a great talent in the world, do you need a child to join you?"

Li Xin opened his mouth and asked his father.

"No."

Li Guangxin shook his head and directly refused.

"This kind of great talent, who is nearly [-] years old, has advanced to the ninth rank, and has a famous name through the ages. The future will be extraordinary."

"Being under my command is shameless for a father, and besides, such a great talent will never bow down to being a father."

"Xin'er, you just said this poem, he wrote it for a general, who is it?"

Li Guangxin directly refused, and at the same time, he was curious about who Xu Qingxiao wrote this poem for?

Hearing this, Li Xin was a little embarrassed.

"The boy asked, but Brother Xu didn't answer."