Volume 50 Chapter 27

"The river bends and bends from west to west, and I am surprised by the scenery and the strange land. Hundreds of families gather together to form a county, with no city on three sides but leaning against the mountains. The shadows of the sails are outside the maple leaves, and the sound of the beach is gurgling. The rain and smoke are close to the mausoleum, ashamed Qingliu Zhaoke Yan... Good poems, good poems, this poem can stay on the poetry list of Mingshi Pavilion for at least a year, I heard that the person who wrote this poem was a talented man surnamed Xu from Xintongcheng, not bad, not bad..."

"There is also this one, I think this one is more artistic, the wild wind greets the white monk, and walks towards the stream. It falls on the flowing water, and the distant mountains are uneven. The flowers are cold and chatting, and the birds are tired. Where is the tea? When the smoke rises, the fishing boat is tied to Zhuxi..."

"Brother Ou's words are wrong. If this poem appeared in a country restaurant or a hermit's residence in the deep mountains, it would be amazing, but if the artistic conception of this poem appeared in this famous scholar's pavilion, the writer of the poem would be suspected of being a pervert, and expressed It's not the same, the pursuit in his heart may not have the elegant and uncontested air in the poem, but the ticket in my hand will never vote for this poem to help it get on the list..."

"Brother Li is right, what he said is right..."

It was afternoon, and Zhang Tie, who had been wandering around Datang City for a whole morning, was finally sent to Mingshi Pavilion in Datang City by his beloved taxi driver. , and learned a lot of news from the taxi driver's eloquent introduction. Zhang Tie's understanding of Datang City and Xuanyuan Wuji was full and full, and he got a lot of useful information.

Xuanyuan Wuji's status in Datang City is a bit like his own status in Zhulongling, and everyone's attention is paid to his every move. Therefore, Zhang Tie didn't bother to ask, but he knew from the taxi driver that Xuanyuan Wuji and the two were in the Tang Dynasty. city.

The taxi driver said that every year at the end of the year, the respected third prince would personally host and implement many activities in Datang City, such as giving porridge, rice, money, food, and condolences to the soldiers and students in the city, so the whole December to During the Chinese New Year, Xuanyuan Wuji would basically be in Datang City—hearing such news saved Zhang Tie a lot of effort, and Zhang Tie was not in a hurry.

I already had a plan in mind to visit the Prince's Mansion at night tonight, and if the time is right, I will do it directly to end Xuanyuan Wuji's life. After I found a restaurant for lunch, when the taxi driver took Zhang Tie to Mingshi Pavilion in the afternoon, Zhang Tie Holding the mentality of coming and going, Tie started to wander around Mingshi Pavilion.

Mingshi Pavilion is an octagonal Chinese traditional building covering a vast area. Mingshi Pavilion is located in the west of Datang City, on a hill not far from Datang Academy. The surrounding scenery is beautiful. You don’t need to buy tickets to enter Mingshi Pavilion. When individuals enter the door, they can get a pavilion ticket at the door instead. There are many people who come here. After everyone receives the pavilion ticket, they can browse the policy talks or poem masterpieces of those "celebrities" in the Mingshi Pavilion. If you like to appreciate it, you can vote your votes in the ballot box under the work. Mingshi Pavilion will check the number of votes every once in a while. It will also be at the top of the list, and there will be a chance to reach the sky in one step.

In the taxi, Zhang Tie already knew the rules of Mingshige game,

After coming here, Zhang Tie still found it interesting to see the literati who browsed the Mingshi Pavilion one by one.

For Zhang Tie, the so-called Pavilion of Famous Scholars was just a trick for Xuanyuan Wuji to buy people's hearts and create public opinion. It will be useful, but the so-called famous scholars in this Mingshi Pavilion are actually just low-level literati and scholars in Datang City and nearby states and counties. If these people are counted as famous scholars, then what are the knights of Taixia? Real knights are dismissive of everything here, why should a knight show off these sour things here to gain fame and wealth.

These literati have no other abilities, but they have a lot of power to speak at the bottom, and can influence many people. Perhaps, this is also the reason why Xuanyuan Wuji made this little trick.

In a world where knights are respected, those pure literati who devote themselves to studying and have little achievements in martial arts and cultivation do not have a high status. Even if these people are successful in studying, most of them are just low-level scribes and officials. It can be said that there are very few literati who can truly become the prince's right-hand man and confidant like Fang Xuanming. Perhaps, it is precisely because of this that the tricks in the so-called Pavilion of Famous Scholars make so many literati so sincere, giving them the illusion that they will become celebrities and guide the world in one step.

Zhang Tie was not interested in these poems and the like, and he already knew the role of this famous scholar's pavilion in his heart. Zhang Tie, who was behind a group of scholars, listened to those scholars commenting on those poems one by one in front of him. , there was inevitably a look of disapproval on his face, like watching a group of children playing castle games in a sandpit...

"I don't know what this brother thinks about these poems in Mingshi Pavilion..." Zhang Tie was about to turn away, when one of the scribes in front of him saw the slight disapproval look on Zhang Tie's face, and felt annoyed in his heart , spoke all of a sudden, and stopped Zhang Tie, and the literati in front suddenly turned around and looked at Zhang Tie.

"Haha, no great opinion, no great opinion, the poems that can be exhibited here are naturally good..." How could Zhang Tie compete with a few ordinary scribes? Care, hand clapping, about to leave.

"Brother, what a big tone!" Zhang Tie just felt that he was already saying good things, but such "good things" heard in the ears of a group of literati, but they felt that Zhang Tie was so rampant that there was no limit. One glared at Zhang Tie, as if Zhang Tie had insulted their beliefs, "The poems and essays that can be hung here are all outstanding works among hundreds of millions of people in the state and county. Take it out now, and let me wait to open my eyes..."

"Last year, I was watching the snow falling from the sky. Zeng Miaoshou came across a poem called "Luo Xue".

"Okay, tell me, I want to appreciate Xiongtai's masterpiece later..." A literati said with a sneer.

Zhang Tiehuan looked around, cleared his throat, and read the poem solemnly under the gaze of a group of literati around him, "What things are flying in the sky, piled here and there, could it be that the Jade Emperor Gaijin , sieve lime, sieve lime!"

After Zhang Tie finished reading a poem, all the literati around him were stunned, their faces turned purple, their bodies trembled like cramps...

Zhang Tie seemed to be in a good mood, but before those people opened their mouths, he went on to say, "I saw the lightning in the sky, and I also came up with a good sentence called "Ode to Lightning". Everyone, please help me to comment on it, ahem, listen. Alright——suddenly I saw a chain of fire in the sky, as if the Jade Emperor was about to smoke. If the Jade Emperor didn’t smoke, why was there another chain of fire... Oh, brothers and sisters, don’t run away, I still have a few songs... "

A group of literati who wanted to "make things difficult" had already been internally injured by Zhang Tie's two poems. Zhang Tie had just finished the second poem. speak.

Zhang Tie pretended to stay, and those literati ran even faster, for fear that if they touched Zhang Tie, they would be full of bad luck.

Zhang Tie shook his head and smiled, and was about to leave when applause suddenly came.

"Papa papa, good poem, good poem..."

When Zhang Tie turned around, he saw a middle-aged scribe in fluttering white clothes, looking at him with a smile and applauding himself.

"I just heard the two lines of your poem, little brother. The poems may seem vulgar, but they are full of courage. If you just talk about courage and no rhetoric, many poems in this Pavilion of Famous Scholars are more than inferior..."

When the middle-aged scribe in white said this, Zhang Tie realized that this person was not intentionally making fun of him, but was really criticizing him. Looking at the temperament of this scribe in white, Zhang Tie felt inexplicably fond of it.

"Haha, to be honest, I didn't write these two lines of poems. I just saw them in a book by chance. The person who made these two poems was a rude warrior from the Chinese before the cataclysm... "

"No wonder!" The scribe in white suddenly realized, "Little brother can admit it so frankly, he must be an upright person. I think it is the first time for little brother to come to Datang City, and it is also my first time here. If little brother Don't dislike it, how about you and I traveling together in Datang City today..."

"Okay..." Zhang Tie also laughed.

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