Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 31 Who wrote Qingping Diao?
Wang Yifang understood, and said loudly, "Isn't it obvious that it's a wolf (servant) or a dog?"

The expressions of everyone present changed, and the hands of the three examiners were shaking, but they all pretended not to understand.

The official minister's face was full of anger, but it was not easy to explode.

Minister of Rites narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes were full of coldness.

"Oh?"

As if he didn't see the faces of the others, Zhao Wujiang asked for advice humbly, "Brother Wang, please teach me how to distinguish between a wolf and a dog."

Wang Yifang took a spoonful of pearl, emerald and white jade soup, and said:
"Simple, just watch the tail.

A wolf with its tail upright is a wolf, and a dog with its tail upright.look! "

He pointed to the gray-and-black-haired earth dog that was gnawing on the bone, and continued: "To put it simply, the lower vertical is a wolf, and the upper vertical (Shang Shu) is a dog."

"Brother Wang's words are concise and to the point, and the truth is three points to the bone. I immediately understood that Shangshu (Shangshu) is a dog!"

Zhao Wujiang looked taught.

He looked at the Minister of Rites and the Minister of Officials, whose faces had become extremely ugly, and said with a smile: "What's wrong, my lords? Move your chopsticks, eat your vegetables."

Doctor Yushi snorted. After all, he belonged to the same faction as the Minister of Rites and the Minister of Officials, so he couldn't be at a disadvantage in terms of words.

I saw him say in a deep voice:

"No matter how sharp a dog's teeth are, it can't beat a wolf, can it? Wolves eat meat, but dogs can only eat shit."

As soon as Doctor Yushi finished speaking, everyone in the room felt weird, something was wrong, it sounded like he was talking about Zhao Wujiang and Wang Yifang, but he always felt like he was scolding the minister and the minister together.

Zhao Wujiang raised his wine glass, drank it all in one gulp and said with a smile:

"Master Censor is right. Come on, I will offer you a toast. It has been a long time since I have met such a humane colleague like you."

"However, Master Yu Shi is wrong about one thing. It is true that wolves eat meat, but what about dogs?"

Zhao Wujiang picked up a piece of dried pork from the table and threw it to the dog who was gnawing on the bone.

When the local dog saw the dried pork, his eyes lit up, and he swallowed it in one bite.

"Look, Master Yushi, dogs eat meat when they meet meat, and eat shit when they meet feces (censor)."

Hearing this, Wang Yifang laughed out loud, and the three silent examiners held back their laughter and dared not interrupt.

Doctor Yu Shi was trembling with anger, stood up, and threw a plate at the dog, with a "bang", the plate hit the dog.

The earth dog yelled a few times and ran away immediately.

The scene was very tense for a while, Zhao Wujiang and Wang Yifang drank wine on their own, and they clinked a glass from time to time.

The Minister of Rites and Doctor Yushi looked sour, and kept holding vegetables.

Zhu Youci, the servant of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, was completely lost in the mood for stealing chickens, drinking one cup after another.

A weird "harmonious atmosphere" pervades the entire room.

The three examiners looked at each other and kept looking at each other, and finally decided to change the subject to ease the atmosphere in the room, otherwise they would also feel uncomfortable.

A fat examiner spoke with a smile, interrupting the silence during the meeting.

He is Jingzhao Shaoyin, an official position from Siping.

"I don't know, my lords, but have you ever heard of the Qingping Tune that is spread throughout Chang'an? It is said that it was composed by a talented scholar during the Harem Poetry Club."

"I know!"

The old scholar Wang Yifang immediately became interested when he heard the Qingping tune mentioned by Shaoyin Jingzhao.

"Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze blows Revlon.

If it wasn't for Qunyu Mountain, I would miss Yaotai and meet under the moon. "

He read aloud with great emotion, unable to conceal the joy on his face.

"I have to say that the person who wrote this poem is extremely talented.

The falling of the pen disturbs the wind and rain, and the poem becomes weeping and mourning ghosts and gods.

Effortless, atmospheric, and imaginatively magnificent at the same time.

I really want to meet this man for a while, it must be a blessing to be friends with him. "

Wang Yifang was not stingy with his praise, and his appreciation was beyond words.

Zhu Youci, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, also nodded his head rarely, agreeing with Wang Yifang's statement, he stroked his beard and said:

"This person's talent is outstanding. Based on this poem alone, I can say that if there is one stone of talent in the world, this person has six buckets to himself, and the rest of the world will share four buckets."

"There are many talented people in the Tang Dynasty, but I don't know if the poet is a candidate for this imperial examination. If he is a candidate, if he wants to come this time, he will definitely be the best in the second essay test of Jinshi."

The Minister of Rites shook his head and sighed, lamenting his talent as a poet.

Well said, rightly said, what shall I say after you have finished speaking?
Doctor Yu Shi looked around the crowd, and found that Zhao Wujiang had been drinking and eating food from beginning to end, and had no intention of participating in the topic at all.

Doesn't this kid know how to appreciate poetry?

It must be, except for him, everyone here is more or less talented, and this secretary, I have never heard that he has any talent, but he is just a sharp-tongued person. Doctor Yushi became more and more determined in his heart, he Smiling proudly, an idea suddenly rose in his heart.

"Lord Zhao, I see that you have been silent all this time. Could it be that you are not interested in this topic? Or do you think poets are not as talented as you?"

Zhao Wujiang shook his head and sighed, "To be honest, I really don't know how to evaluate."

The way he shook his head and sighed was seen by everyone.

Doctor Yushi smiled even more, feeling that he had found an opportunity to trample on Zhao Wujiang.

"Master Zhao, everyone is a scholar, how can you not know how to evaluate it? There must be some reason, come and listen to us. Don't worry, we will not laugh at you."

"There is a reason, are you sure you want to listen?"

"Master Zhao, but it's okay to say."

"All right." Zhao Wujiang pursed his lips, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Because, the poem was written by me!"

(End of this chapter)