Inside the Exiled Immortal Pavilion.
The prefect Zhao Heng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Jia Shao in amazement: "What a great plan, 'Locheng divides the world into three parts, Mutu Wei Zi seven stars together'!"
"Everyone, I propose that we drink a glass together again for this poem."
"Cheers to this Luoyang Literary Festival, where you all meet in this sea of flowers!"
"I also hope that you all can realize your ambitions in the future, as Jia Shao said in this poem, and reach the top of the world, and be the most noble official among the officials!"
After saying that.
Zhao Heng smiled and poured himself a glass of wine.
A group of talented scholars including Tongzhi Qi Dongliang, Su Qi, He Xu, Zhou Feiran, Meng Shen, and Cui Xian raised their glasses.
Including hundreds and thousands of scholars outside the Exiled Immortal Pavilion.
They also went to the table to pour wine.
The spring breeze blows gently, the sea of flowers sways, and copper bells ring under the hexagonal eaves.
The young men, who were unrestrained and wanton, raised their glasses and drank heartily.
Here’s to the youngest, freshest and most dazzling self!
Another glass of wine.
In Jingu Garden, this lively Peony Literature Meeting became extremely harmonious and lively after Jia Shao's words!
Cui Xian had finished writing the couplet and sat down next to Su Qi.
As soon as he sat down, he noticed that the burly, murderous middle-aged man next to him was staring at him.
To be honest, looking at the entire Peony Literary Festival, all the attendees were young scholars and young men.
Only this dark and strong middle-aged man, although wearing a Confucian robe, had a temperament that seemed out of place here.
Even Zhao Heng, the 'organizer' of this literary gathering, did not recognize this person.
therefore.
Seeing that the time was almost right, Zhao Heng looked at the dark-skinned middle-aged man, narrowed his eyes and said, "Sir, it's your turn to write a poem and introduce yourself."
The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze from Jia Shao, and bowed to Zhao Heng in a capable manner, with a deep and powerful voice: "The smoke of war in Luojian's eight wastelands has been wiped out, and the fire of Muhu has spread across the nine states."
"As for me, I am a nobody, not worth mentioning!"
At the Qushui Liushang banquet, everyone, including Cui Xian, looked at the middle-aged man in surprise.
This poem is actually quite grand.
But there is also a fatal flaw, which is that it does not comply with the rules of the game - in the poem, there is only one word "牡", and no name of the peony variety.
This middle-aged man is not only not very well-educated, but also refuses to introduce himself.
The scene that was made hot by Cui Xian suddenly became a little awkward.
Countless scholars frowned and looked at the dark middle-aged man with some displeasure on their faces.
This is the most grand literary event in the Daliang Dynasty in recent years!
You can be ignorant.
But you can't be so shameless as to walk into the Exiled Immortal Pavilion without knowing your own limitations!
Zhao Heng looked at the middle-aged man and said with a smile: "It's a good poem, but it doesn't conform to the rules of the game. Your Excellency, I'm afraid you will have to drink a glass as a punishment."
The middle-aged man was quite happy.
He poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.
Then, amidst the uproar and anger, he smashed the cup in his hand to the ground, and sneered at the whole audience: "You all talk about Yao Huang and Wei Zi, but do you know that the 'blood peony' in southern Fujian has bloomed all over the coast?"
"Scholars are ruining the country! The thousands of words you write are not as good as the sword of the Japanese pirates - the coastal defense is rotten, the nobles are colluding with foreigners, the garrisons are empty, and the three hundred years of sea borders are in danger!"
"How can it be explained by the empty talk of 'Ma Tu Wei Zi Qi Xing Tong'?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was in an uproar.
Cui Xian narrowed his eyes.
Zhao Heng's brows jumped violently.
Because this current political topic is too sensitive!
Two years ago.
That is the twentieth year of Jiahe.
Wang Zhi colluded with Japanese pirates, caused chaos in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang regions, and massacred civilians.
His Majesty was furious and sent Xiao Zhen to lead 30,000 naval forces to encircle and suppress the rebellion.
However, because the Daliang navy was weak and not good at water combat, Xiao Zhen's army was beaten by the Japanese pirates at sea.
This incident, like a fuse, detonated the ills that had accumulated over the years in the Daliang Dynasty.
Let’s not talk about the rest for now.
Xiao Zhen's 30,000 naval forces alone suffered repeated defeats.
Especially at the beginning of this year, in a naval battle, only 8,000 of Daliang’s 30,000 naval forces were left!
Such an embarrassing defeat shocked the court and angered His Majesty.
then.
An imperial edict was sent from the capital to the southeast: ordering the guilty minister Xiao Zhen to return to the capital with 8,000 defeated soldiers to stand trial!
In this political context, the rebellion of Japanese pirates in the southeast can be said to be a pain for the entire Daliang and the entire court!
There are many participants in the Luoyang Literary Meeting today, and it is not a wise move to chat about the southeast.
Who is this person?
Why did he appear at the literary meeting?
What's your intention in bringing up the Japanese invasion in the southeast for no reason?
As a veteran in officialdom, Zhao Heng has keenly realized that this middle-aged man has ill intentions!
but.
Without waiting for Zhao Heng to speak.
Qi Dongliang, the deputy governor next to him, sneered and scolded, "The disaster caused by the Japanese pirates is all due to the border generals' fear of fighting! Xiao Zhen failed to live up to your majesty's expectations and was defeated so miserably. He deserves to die!"
Zhao Heng:?
He looked at Qi Dongliang in disbelief, his face full of shock and anger.
These words are simply adding fuel to the fire!
You are here to set the pace on purpose!
Facing Zhao Heng's shocked and angry gaze, Qi Dongliang looked aside guiltily, looking at the dark-skinned middle-aged man with sad eyes, thinking: Brother, I can only help you this time!
There are many talented people in the world at today's literary gathering, including a man as talented as Mr. Jia Shao, who can even communicate secretly with Your Majesty.
Can you and the eight thousand soldiers behind you survive?
It all depends on your luck!
really.
Hearing Qi Dongliang's words, the dark-skinned middle-aged man immediately said, "Xiao Zhen really deserves to die!"
"The Book of Shangjun - Rewards and Punishments says: Those who defeat the army should be punished, so as to encourage the three armies!"
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