With Yue Qianqiu who had an unknown purpose, Zhao Qingya only felt that today's article would feel like it had changed, and he no longer had the comfort and comfort feeling before. Therefore, seeing that the disciples and nephews who recited poems and essays below were obviously not as active as before, his eyes inadvertently glanced at Yue Qianqiu and suddenly felt his heart moved.

"Yuejiurong, you said you were giving me a gift on your grandfather's behalf. When the person came, the gift was still covered. What does this mean?"

"Zhao Ye, it's really not interesting. It's just that I like to keep it in hiding, so I'll give it to you later." Yue Qianqiu squeezed his eyes and made a face, looking like a naughty boy. "Anyway, I definitely don't dare to take it for myself, so don't worry."

Don't worry, you guys definitely have tricks!

Zhao Qingya snorted lightly. After all, he didn't want the old man Yue who protected his shortcomings to come to seek justice, and he didn't want the twenty-four filial masters to come to him to settle the score. As for Princess Dongyang, he didn't want to provoke him.

But his understanding does not mean that others have it. Feng Kun, the head of the Ministry of Rites who was criticized by Yue Qianqiu just now, couldn't help but speak out and sarcastically.

"I heard that the eldest son of the Yue Mansion had already passed the scholar exam at a young age. I wonder when the ninth prince will come to the exam?"

"Why should I take the exam?" Yue Qianqiu raised his eyebrows, his tone that was indescribable.

Feng Kun was choked and panicked in his chest, and immediately said viciously: "Yes, the world is unfair. How many Confucian scholars have worked diligently and worked hard for ten years, and they may fail the exam, but some people have a background in the land. They are sixth rank in their teenage years, and they can reach the top in one step!"

"Tsk tsk, why do you say that grapes are sour?"

Yue Qianqiu took out his ears and looked dissatisfied: "Chang'an loves reading, I love martial arts, so he took the exam for his scholars, and I run my Wuying Pavilion. This is what people do their best and perform their duties. To be honest, I have to take the literary exam in the martial arts exams these days, but the exams that Confucian scholars took were not martial arts exams, right? Doesn't it mean that some people forget that the six arts of gentlemen are not only rituals, music, books, but also shooting numbers?"

Zhao Qingya looked at the first shock. He knew that even if he fought for the battle, he would win Yue Qianqiu by chance, it would be useless. He could only pat the handrail in anger and temporarily pressed the argument. Just as he was thinking about how to change the topic, a notice came from the outside.

"Prince, Mr. Qiu is here."

So fast?

Just when Zhao Qingya had just had such an idea when he heard this, he only heard another shout next to him: "So fast?"

After yelling out, seeing many people looking at him, Yue Qianqiu laughed and said, "It turns out that Mr. Qiu has been waiting for the prime minister to summon him. It turns out that it is Jiang Taigong fishing, and the wishes take the bait. I admire him, it's really easy to plan."

Feng Kun only felt that many eyes were gathering on him again. This time, he was more worried than before. He knew that even if Qiu Chuan really defeated Yue Qianqiu for a while, he would definitely leave a bad impression in front of Zhao Qingya that he would be lured into the trap. He finally regretted not greeding for the generous gift Qiu Chuan gave to be the middle-aged man who introduced him.

"Jiang Taigong and King Wen are both wise ministers and famous ministers, and the other is wise kings and heroes. If this is reported to you, aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

With this sentence, the curtains were raised high, and a thin and slender figure appeared in front of everyone. He saw his hair was frosty, his spine was straight, and his forehead had several deep horizontal lines compared to six years ago, which were clearly the deep traces left by time. Compared with that year, Qiu Chuan's temperament was much deeper, and his eyes looked at Yue Qianqiu looked very calm.

But everyone knows that it is an illusion. If it weren't for Yue Qianqiu, this famous Jinling scholar who once had a glorious reputation and was able to easily enter the court with just a command of recruitment, how could he get to this point now?

Six years ago, after the Yu family, the father and son of the initiator, were abandoned by the Yu family in Jiangling, Qiu Chuan was attacked by the Yue family and his in-laws. The once-student success of the world was no longer the most beautiful scenery. Although some students would remember Qiu Chuan's past teachings to help, more people who were attracted by the incest are too bad because Qiu Chuan's reputation is too bad, they will never mention that they are disciples of Qiu's clan.

"Mr. Qiu is right. My fight is indeed inappropriate." To many people's expectations, Yue Qianqiu actually gave in, but the following words were even sharper. "There is only one King Wen and only one King Jiang Taigong in this world. As for the others, it is just Dong Shi's imitation."

Qiu Chuan had long known from his experiences and examples over the years that he had to face the old man after winning the fight with Yue Qianqiu, and if he lost the fight, he would be even more embarrassed and humiliated. Although he hated him at this time, he forced himself to look away from Yue Qianqiu.

Hearing this poem on the first day of the first lunar month, he found that it was sweeping across Jinling City in three days. He realized that it was a means of creating momentum. He had used similar methods and knew that this was a trick that unknown people had been able to gain a foothold in places like the capital. Therefore, after tossing and turning for a night, he made the decision to intercept the Hu.

He has written books in recent years and although he has made outstanding works, what else is better than using this strong landscape poem as a stepping stone?

As for offending people... he has already reached this point, why are he afraid of offending people? Besides, even if the original author comes out and stands in front of him? Who is more credible than an unknown person, a famous scholar who has suffered a severe blow?

He just didn't use his past relationships. Once he used them, he could easily find a bunch of witnesses!

Because of this, Qiu Chuan thought that Yue Qianqiu did not exist, so he bowed to Zhao Qingya a little, and then said in a deep voice: "Prince, my dynasty has been established in Wei for a hundred years. Most of the historians who compiled the history of Wei came from aristocratic families, so I don't know how many literary gardens are. People today don't know. I have worked hard at home for more than ten years, and wrote the biography of the literary garden of Wei, and opened my eyes to the poor people."

As soon as these words were spoken, countless screams came from the four seats, and many people looked at Qiu Chuan and saw admiration.

There is always a literary biography in the historical books of all dynasties, which records famous scholars among the scholars. Most people who have not been in office or have been in office for a very short period of time naturally regard being included in it as their life goal.

No matter when, people who can think of the reproduction of the Book of Literature are always quite respectable.

Yue Qianqiu raised his lips and laughed in his heart. Thinking about the fact that you, Qiu Chuan and Yu Zeyun, were just trying to hold the thick thighs of the Yu family in Jiangling. Now that the Yu family has fallen, the Yu family of Jiangling will naturally not pay attention to you, a loser. You will take out a so-called biography of Wei Shiwenyuan, and want to wag your tail at the poor party led by Zhao Qingya?

Even though Qiu Chuan had empty hands at the moment, everyone knew that he must have brought something. As long as Zhao Qingya spoke, the so-called Wei Shiwenyuan supplementary poem would be sent into the house. For a moment, the Prime Minister in the main seat immediately enjoyed the treatment of collective attention, and everyone was thinking about how the Prime Minister would deal with it.

"The Wei Shi's remnant... is quite famous, and he wants to turn private history into national history, and his ambition is even more ambition." Zhao Qingya saw Qiu Chuan's sudden change in color, and he said lightly, "Revising Wei Shi's revision is a big event. Although I am a prime minister, I dare not make a decision. If Qiu Sheng had such ambition, it would be better to write a letter to him. This dynasty has never stopped writing a letter to him, so you can take it straight."

This statement was obviously a satirical mockery of Qiu Chuan's actions and not taking things straight, but instead seeking them. Now, the buzzing sound of the four seats became even louder. Yue Qianqiu guessed that Zhao Qingya was probably not happy because Qiu Chuan made a fuss and lobbying through Feng Kun, so he made such a reply. But when he saw Qiu Chuan sighing, bowing his hands and saluting, he suddenly shouted.

"Mr. Qiu, please stay."

Seeing Qiu Chuan stiffen and stopped, but he didn't turn around, he smiled and said, "Repairing Wei Shi is a great thing that has been famous for all ages. I will definitely tell my grandfather when I go back. After all, it is a pity that there are so many historical books and classics in the Wei Dynasty."

Qiu Chuan didn't believe that Yue Qianqiu would be so kind, so he simply said hard without looking back: "Then I will thank you for your enthusiasm for being ninth."

"I don't thank you, no. Actually, what I'm even more curious is that Mr. Qiu has been lying on firewood and tasting gall in recent years. Apart from the song "Walking in Tianmu's Song" sung by the public, is there any other masterpiece for everyone to appreciate?"

not good!

Qiu Chuan only regretted that he had never stopped and left without touching Zhao Qingya just now. He even hated that he stopped at the Yue Qianqiu exit because as long as he walked fast, he would not have to face this question!

However, apart from bribing Feng Kun to create momentum through that poem, it was difficult for him to have the opportunity to meet the prime minister of the dynasty. At this time, he could only regret it and say with a heart: "I have not dabbled in the path of poetry for many years, it is just a game work!"

"Oh, it turns out to be a game." Yue Qianqiu grinned indifferently, then stood up and took the long box from the tiger head standing beside him. "Just just asked me what gift I gave today, and I kept it a secret, but now when I see Mr. Qiu, I dare not hide it anymore. This is an ancient painting of Wei Chao that my grandfather occasionally gets, and I give it to the prime minister for appreciation."

He opened the box himself, took out the long scroll inside, held it in front of Zhao Qingya with both hands, and unfolded it without saying a word. When Zhao Qingya hesitated to the right, he slowly opened the scroll to the left, and when the poem on the left was revealed, he showed a faint smile.

The next moment, I heard the Prime Minister of the current dynasty mutter to himself: "The poem on this painting... I'm sleeping on Tianmu and singing farewell?"
Chapter completed!