Wenyuan Pavilion.
Jiang Yueyang is racking his brains to repair a collection of poems whose words have disappeared due to mold and termites.
Almost half an hour had passed, and she had only repaired eleven poems, and there were still more than thirty poems waiting for her to repair.
Rather than a restoration, it would be more accurate to say that she created a new ancient poem using the known words in the collection.
She was sure that the ancient poems she restored were definitely not the original poems in the collection.
Who cares? As long as the rhythm and meter of the poem are right and the artistic conception is there, it's fine.
She can't create any masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages!
However, looking at this song in front of me:
"Spring flowers bloom again, and I shed endless tears of longing. The east wind does not understand the feelings of separation, and blows the fallen petals all over the old garden."
She was still very satisfied and even admired herself a little.
System: [I now understand the meaning of the saying that is circulating on the Internet: "If you don't push yourself, you will never know how powerful you are." The host still has some skills! ]
[That is, people’s potential is forced out. ]
[Host, come on, there are still thirty songs left to be released. 】
Jiang Yueyang waved her hand, [I can't do it anymore. I've exceeded my mental activity limit today. Now, I need to rest.]
Just as she lay down to rest, Kong Jijiu came to check on her with his hands behind his back.
The system reminded: [Host, Kong Jijiu is here.]
Hearing this, Jiang Yueyang sat up straight.
Kong Jijiu pretended not to see it. He walked slowly to her side, stopped, then reached out and picked up the collection of poems.
Seeing the poem "Spring Thoughts", he nodded with satisfaction. Then he turned another page.
A poem "Winter Night Thoughts" comes to life on the paper.
Kong Jijiu recited: "The night is long and the cold wind blows. I am alone leaning against the high building thinking of my old friend. The bright moon knows not what is in my heart, it only shines on the snow-covered sky."
After reading them, he couldn't help but ask, "Both of these poems express feelings of longing. Who is Master Xiao Jiang missing?"
Jiang Yueyang was slightly stunned, and cleared his throat uncomfortably, "Mr. Kong Jijiu misunderstood. I just wrote this poem based on the remaining words in the poetry collection to guess the mood of the ancients' longing, and... I didn't miss someone."
Kong Jijiu smiled, with a bit of inquiry in his eyes, "Judging from these two poems, Lord Xiao Jiang is not as unskilled as you say."
"You are too kind, Master. I can only create based on the work of my predecessors. If you ask me to create a poem on my own, that is really not possible."
Kong Jijiu put down the collection of poems and said, "I will go to Moxiangzhai to attend a poetry meeting in a few days. You can go with me."
Jiang Yueyang was embarrassed and was about to refuse, but Kong Jijiu raised his hand to stop her, "Master Jiang, you won't be so disrespectful to me, right?"
Now that things had come to this, Jiang Yueyang had no choice but to agree.
After Kong Jijiu left the office, Jiang Yueyang wailed in annoyance.
The system said: [Host, Kong Jijiu doesn't believe that you can't write poetry. He must think you are hiding your abilities.]
[Why should I hide my incompetence? I just can’t do it! ]
[The host doesn't seem to be unable to recite these poems...]
Hearing this, Jiang Yueyang lowered her eyes and glanced at the worn-out poetry collection on the table. [I just don't want the poetry collection I restored to mislead students in the future, so I used all my skills to barely match the poems. How did it get involved in a poetry gathering? It's so annoying! ]
[Host, please bother me later. You still have more than 30 songs to repair. ]
Jiang Yueyang: [...Little melon, you are too ruthless. ]
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The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the earth, and the sky is dyed with an orange-red sunset glow, which is beautiful beyond words.
Jiang Yueyang walked out of the palace with her head down, along with other officials from the three provinces.
Even after working so hard until the end of the term, she still hadn't finished restoring the entire collection of poems.
Fortunately, Kong Jijiu did not ask her to work overtime.
Qingming saw her from a distance, pulled the reins and drove the carriage over.
More than a quarter of an hour later, Jiang Yueyang returned to Lanyue Pavilion.
Seeing that she looked exhausted, Xiangling quickly got a basin of hot water for her to wash her face, and then she considerately massaged her back and shoulders.
She pinched my shoulders and said, "Young lady, Miss Qiaoxi from Duke Suguo's family sent an invitation, inviting you to attend a banquet at Duke Suguo's mansion on your day off."
"What party?"
"Miss Qiao's family reunion party."
Since Qiao Yuanyuan returned to Duke Su's mansion, Duke Su has not officially announced her identity to the public.
Although everyone knows about it, it is still necessary to hold a family reunion banquet.
That was the recognition of Qiao Yuanyuan by the Duke of Suguo's Mansion, and also the honor and favor that the Duke of Suguo's Mansion gave to Qiao Yuanyuan.
"Tell Sister Qiao that I will be there."
"promise."
At dinner time, the palace sent a eunuch to inform that there would be no morning court the next day. Jiang Yueyang jumped up with joy.
Minister Jiang glanced at her and continued to eat calmly, "Even if you don't have to attend the morning court, you still have to report to Wenyuan Pavilion."
Speaking of reporting for duty, Jiang Yueyang suddenly remembered that she had been an official for such a long time but had never reported for duty before?
"Dad, I used to..."
"You didn't report for duty before because you went to the morning court, and His Majesty also said that he would give you preferential treatment, so Kong Jijiu didn't bother with you."
Jiang Yueyang said, "Then can I go later?"
Minister Jiang did not comment, which was considered as his tacit agreement.
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The next day, in Huaqing Hall, Emperor Yuan had finished marking all the examination papers.
He picked out three test papers and discussed with Kong Jijiu and others who would be the top scorer. "Who do you think is the most worthy top scorer among these three candidates?"
After looking at each other, they all pointed their fingers at one of the test papers.
Emperor Yuan lifted his eyelids and glanced at the name on the paper, and asked, "Why is it him?"
"Because whether in the imperial examination or the palace examination, he always ranked first.
Especially in the imperial examination, no one among the candidates could match his essay writing skills. The same is true of his talent in poetry writing. "
"I have the same idea as Kong Jijiu." The left prime minister seconded.
"I think so too."
Emperor Yuan curled his lips and smiled, "It's really rare that the opinions of you all on who will be the top scholar this time are in agreement with mine."
In previous years, they always argued about this.
"So, who do you think will be the runner-up and who will be the third place among the remaining two?"
The left prime minister avoided suspicion and remained silent.
The Minister of Personnel asked, "What do you think, Your Majesty?"
Emperor Yuan stretched out his fingers and pointed at the two test papers. "Second place, third place."
Hearing this, Kong Jijiu reached out and swapped the two test papers. "I think this is more appropriate."
Emperor Yuan looked displeased, "Their performances in the palace examination were equally good."
Kong Jijiu insisted, "Your Majesty, although the overall performance is equal, the difference can still be seen in the details."
"I second this motion."
Emperor Yuan hesitated for a moment and said, "Forget it, let's just leave it like this."
After he finished speaking, he took out another test paper and said, "Gentlemen, tell me where Li Qinghuan should rank?"
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