Chapter 6: Pretending to be an elegant guy

In fact, Zhao Yi still underestimated the respect and reverence of the Taoist priests in the Tang Dynasty. He also underestimated the influence of Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang. In only half an hour, Zhao Yi had a foothold. Everything in the room was just

The replacement gives people a clean and elegant atmosphere.

The next day, after a night's rest, Zhao Yi was full of energy. He was completely free of the discomfort of being in a foreign place. After eating and drinking, he asked the shopkeeper about the poetry meeting in Jinxian Lane.

The Poetry Festival in Jinxian Alley is held every year, mainly hosted by the Minister of Rites. In order to show the emperor's eclectic style, the Golden Thread Alley at the junction of the north and south of Chang'an City was specially chosen. An invitation or name card is required to enter the Golden Thread Alley.

The participants were not only scholars from Chang'an City and surrounding areas, but also students from all over the country. The imperial examination in the Tang Dynasty was held once a year. The national examination was held in Chang'an, and the examination period was in February in the spring, so it was called

Spring. The examination is also divided into three sessions, held on the 9th, 12th, and 15th of February respectively. The palace examination is held in the year of the examination, on the first day of March. (This is the imperial examination time in the Song Dynasty. There is no specific imperial examination time in the Tang Dynasty.

, to meet the needs of the plot.)

Therefore, this poetry meeting has great influence among scholars. Important officials and the emperor will pay a certain amount of attention to the poetry meeting.

Listening to Shopkeeper Fang's explanation of the poetry meeting, Zhao Yi couldn't help but clap his hands in his heart. "Poetry meeting? The court's attention? Isn't this a good time to show off?!"

"Isn't it possible that the Immortal is somewhat interested in poetry gatherings?" Shopkeeper Fang asked doubtfully. After all, Taoism and Confucianism are two different families, and Taoist monks are rarely seen at such gatherings.

"Well, Pindao does have this intention. After all, he has traveled far and wide for many years and has never seen the contemporary style of the Tang Dynasty. It's time to see it." Zhao Yi said straightforwardly, "Is it possible that Taoists are not allowed to enter this poetry club?"

"That's not true, it's just that people from the Confucian sect may reject it." Shopkeeper Fang said shyly. "Now that His Majesty advocates Taoism, Confucianism has lost its previous leadership position, and the disciples will naturally be dissatisfied. If the Immortal insists on going, he may be easily

Difficult."

"Don't be afraid, just let nature take its course." Zhao Yi said calmly, but he was overjoyed in his heart. Isn't this the common situation in novels where a group of scholars beat the protagonist, where the protagonist is one against ten thousand, pretending to be a slap in the face?

Low-key, low-key. Pretending is fine, but slapping someone in the face is not. Today's Confucian students can still be saved. If they can be admired, won't it be easier to pretend in the future?

"Since the Immortal is determined to go, take this invitation." Shopkeeper Fang, who is not a Moji person, directly handed over his hand and said, "This is the certificate for entering the Poetry Society."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Fang. I'm going to help you find the ancestral tomb after the poetry meeting." Zhao Yi said lightly. He was constantly rejoicing in his heart. Fortunately, he asked about the poetry meeting, otherwise he would have passed by when the time came.

If people don't let you in, it will be embarrassing.

At Xu time, night has begun.

All the streets in Chang'an City have become quiet. Only the Jinxian Alley at the junction of Nanfang and North City is a bit more lively than during the day.

"Brother Wenzhi, I didn't expect you to come so early." A scholar said.

"Brother Qilu, aren't you the same?" said the scholar named Wenzhi.

Everyone has the same idea, if you come early, at least there will be no difference; but if you are late, it will be really bad if you are seen by the Minister of Rites and other high-ranking court officials.

"Brother Yiai, are you here too?" A joking voice greeted through the noisy scholars.

"Brother Du He, long time no see." Fang Yiai punched Du He's chest. "I heard that Miss Yu Ru from Jinxian Lane will also come here to watch the game tonight."

"Hey, otherwise you thought I was coming back?" Du He glanced at Fang Yiai.

After a while, Dejian, the Minister of Rites, appeared in front of a group of people. However, the person at the front was not Dejian, but the current prince Li Chengqian.

"We have met the prince! We have met the Minister of Virtue!" When the scholars saw that the prince was here, they became even more excited.

"Excuse me, today we will only meet friends with poems. There is no distinction between status and status." Li Chengqian said calmly.

"The prince is righteous!" Everyone responded.

"Now, I announce that the poetry conference has officially begun!" Following Li Chengqian's signal, Dejian spoke directly. "Today's scenery is just right, and I will use spring as the theme to describe today's scenery!"

With the tone set, all the scholars quickly wrote poems.

Spring is a big topic. The scenery of spring is also relatively easy to write about. However, because of this, scholars are striving for perfection, hoping to be a blockbuster and have a unique style.

"I was looking at the city of Chang'an today, the spring rain was hazy. I felt something for a moment, and I first threw some bricks to attract jade. Don't laugh." Seeing everyone immersed in writing poems, Zhao Yi said directly. As for poetry? Jokes, there are more than 5,000 ancient poems.

Isn’t it a waste of time to think about poems? What’s more, it’s very difficult to write poems by yourself.

"The light rain on the sky street is as moist as butter, and the color of grass looks far away but is not there up close."

"The best thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows that fill the imperial capital."

"What a poem!" As soon as he finished speaking, Du He clapped his hands and applauded. Immediately afterwards, although the scholars were not convinced, they had to applaud to accommodate.

"Taoist Priest, who is the master? He writes poems so well." The scholar named Wenzhi spoke at this time.

"Master? I'm afraid you're a liar!" said a scholar. "In order to gain attention, you bought one or two poems for a poetry festival. How can you deceive me?"

"Shh~" After hearing this scholar's words, other scholars also felt something and were suspicious.

"Peach and plum trees grown by hand are not without owners, and the wild old wall is low and it still feels like home."

"It's like the spring breeze blowing away each other and blowing off a few flowers at night."

Zhao Yi did not argue with them, but just recited a poem again. This is the poem "Two of Nine Poems on the Road to Desolation" by the poet saint Du Fu. He complains about the spring breeze deceiving the flowers. Here, this situation is metaphorized by Zhao Yi

The Confucian scribes in the Poetry Society bullied themselves into being Taoist priests.

"Ding~ Congratulations to the host for successfully pretending to be cool, the pretending value is +10"

"Ding~ Congratulations to the host for successfully pretending to be cool, the pretending value is +10"

"Ding~ Congratulations to the host for successfully pretending to be cool, the pretending value is +10"

"What a literary talent!" As soon as this poem came out, Li Chengqian also applauded. In his opinion, both Confucianism and Taoism were indispensable, and he did not look down on Zhao Yi.

"It's really a good literary talent," Shilang De also agreed.

The compliments from the prince and the minister made the originally dignified atmosphere on the court become more lively.

"The Taoist Master is very talented in literature."

"Which dear friend just now said that the president is a young person who buys poems?"

"Where does the Taoist priest live?"

All of a sudden, more pretentious notification sounds came through Zhao Yi's consciousness.

"Ding~ Congratulations to the host for successfully pretending to be cool, the pretending value is +10"

"Ding~ Congratulations to the host for successfully pretending to be cool, the pretending value is +7"

"Ding~ Congratulations to the host for successfully pretending to be cool, the pretending value is +10"

…

Faced with many compliments, Zhao Yi raised his hands to the Crown Prince and Minister De and said, "Thank you very much for the compliments from the Crown Prince, Minister De and other seniors. My peers are so complimentary."

Just when the scholars thought that Zhao Yi was about to retreat, Zhao Yi recited another poem.

"The flowers on the river are so annoying that there is nowhere to tell them but they are crazy."

"Walking around to find a drinking companion from my neighbor in the south, I spend ten days drinking alone in an empty bed."

"The dense flowers and stamens are afraid of the riverside. Walking in danger is really afraid of spring."

"Poetry and wine are enough to drive you around, but you don't need to take care of the white-headed man."

…………

"Huang Si's maiden's house is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers weighing down the branches."

"The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease."

“It’s not that you are willing to die because you love flowers, but you are afraid that they will be exhausted and you will be in need of old age.”

"Lots of branches tend to fall off one after another, but the young leaves bloom carefully."

"A good poem. The whole poem has a clear context and well-organized layers. It presents to people a quiet and elegant picture of walking alone and looking for flowers." Mr. Deshi couldn't help but admire.

However, as soon as Deshilang finished speaking, Zhao Yi opened his mouth and came again

"The grass and trees know that spring will soon return, and all kinds of red and purple will compete with each other."

"There is no talent in poplar flowers and elm pods, but they can only solve the problem of snow flying all over the sky."

"Taoist Master Gao Cai" Just when Zhao Yi was about to continue reciting poems, a soft and clear voice came to Zhao Yi's ears.

"It's Miss Yuru!" a scholar screamed.

"Miss Yuru!" Du He yelled out of control.

The scholars at the scene were extremely embarrassed. As the leader of Golden Thread Alley, Yuru convinced everyone with her literary talent.

"No, no, I just annoyed the girl on a whim." Zhao Yi said with a smile. The pretense value that kept growing in his consciousness made Zhao Yi ecstatic.

"The Taoist is a great man, but although we are scholars, we have the ambition to serve the country. It is our hope to write and join the army. I wonder if you have any poems that you can recite for the soldiers who stand firm on the battlefield?" Seeing Zhao

Yi and Miss Yuru were chatting happily, and a scribe said directly.

"Brother, what you said is reasonable. Although I am a wanderer, every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the country! Naturally, I should sing a song for the soldiers on the battlefield. It's just~" Zhao Yi said thoughtfully.

"Is it possible that Taoist Master Qian Donkey has run out of skills? Or maybe Jiang Lang has run out of talents?" the scribe said viciously.

"No! It's just that when I think about the fact that I was lucky enough to pass through the border fortress a few years ago, I can't help but recall the suffering of the soldiers! The prosperity of the Tang Dynasty cannot be separated from them; the stability of the people cannot be separated from them; the peace of the prosperous age cannot be separated from them.

But they can only watch the sunset and stay away from the prosperity!" As he spoke, Zhao Yi thought of soldiers in real society, those soldiers who stick to their beliefs and are lonely for the sake of people.

"A horse can run for ten miles and a whip can be raised for five miles."

"A message from the Protectorate has arrived. The Huns are surrounding Jiuquan."
To be continued...