After drinking the first glass of wine, the scholars put on paper, ink, pens and inkstones that had been prepared long ago. The same was true in front of Jia Sidao. But I didn’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but the palace maid who placed the pens and inkstones for Jia Sidao directly placed the inkstone in front of him.

Move away the inkstone and a note appears in front of you.

I turned my head to look for the palace maids who had just placed the pen and inkstone, but found that the army of palace maids who had placed the four treasures of the study had retreated like a tide.

Could it be that my predecessor had sex with a woman and she had sex with her in the palace? This kind of courage is a bit too great.

"The banquet plans to nine tours, and the first tour is to write poems for banquets. The other eight undefined poems are all possible, and there are two teas in between. Shi Xian was careful."

After staring for a long time, Jia Sidao, who understood the meaning of just over twenty words above, felt a little relieved. He looked up and saw that Dong Songchen, who was standing under the imperial seat of the hall, had a round face and a smile, with a slight head.

Unexpectedly, his approach to being close during the day was immediately rewarded. Jia Sidao also smiled at Dong Songchen with a clear smile.

When I swept around, many scholars were already grinding ink and picking up their pens. I think they had done their homework before the banquet. But why didn’t my sister tell me this? Is she worried that she wouldn’t come directly when she heard that she would write poetry?

But things have reached this point, and it is useless to think too much. It seems that I can only learn from it.

Yan Ji Jiuzhang, did you say that you have to drink this wine nine times? If so, there are eight rounds left besides this first round, which means that you have to learn from at least nine poems to pass.

Well, after rubbing his forehead, Jia Sidao began to lift his pen. Fortunately, he was still of some standard brush calligraphy. The only thing that could be considered is that the font used in the Song Dynasty is now significantly different from later generations.

But at this moment I can't care about so much.

After the tea time, drums and music were heard, and the written papers were summarized and sent to the court officials in the front row on both sides of the left and right sides of the imperial road. They would select the best poems from these hundreds of poems, and then the left and right prime ministers and the six ministers led by the left prime minister Shen Guogong Zheng Qingzhi will be selected to the top ten.

After that, the top ten will be handed over to the hands of Zhao Yun, the top leader of the hall, and he will select the three best from these ten poems.

This time, the performance of acrobatics in the hall was acrobatics. Three weak and boneless little loli were wearing colorful clothes and making various incredible actions to the music.

Jia Sidao looked at it with interest, and others followed him, just as he ate, and others drank. There were too many rules for the banquet. Compared with other scholars who were worried, he could be said to be the most indifferent one.

He didn't care about this poet at all, just thinking that he would not be too embarrassed to be able to get away with it. What's more, he borrowed the poems of a celebrity who is still wearing open-crotch pants. There is really nothing worthy of praise or worrying about.

The huge number of papers is not difficult to select the best ten chapters for the same large number of officials of the Song Dynasty. After all, which courtier who can attend this Qionglin banquet is not well-read in poetry?

The left prime minister Zheng Qingzhi and the six ministers were not the leading scholars of the Song Dynasty. Although they were ten lines at a glance, no one suspected that there would be any masterpieces that would be ignored. Because the poems on each paper are unknown.

Of course, it is not ruled out that he can recognize who did it in his handwriting. However, with Zheng Qingzhi's character, no one would suspect that he would commit favoritism and fraud at this Qionglin banquet with the dignified prime minister.

When the drums and music stopped, ten masterpieces had been delivered to Zhao Yun.

At this time, everyone knew that the Ten Arc decks of the first tour had appeared. The entire hall instantly became audible and the air almost solidified.

Jia Sidao seemed to be able to hear the violent thrust sound of his left and right and the scholar opposite him.

The high emperor's throne will always be the most eye-catching place in this hall, let alone the poet's culprit will be selected from the emperor immediately.

If you can become the leader of the first poem at such a big banquet, no matter whether you are a Jinshi in the first, second or even third, it will inevitably attract the attention of the government and the public, let alone the emperor's choice.

In some ways, the nine poets who will appear tonight can already be seen and touched in the future.

"Thousands of wine are soaked in my heart, and I am so crazy about the young man when I get drunk. The romantic people are mostly blown away by the wind, and I am the only one who bullies the overlord..." On the imperial throne, Zhao Yun whispered softly with a beat.

"There is a moon in the sky in the cup, and there are thousands of emotions in the belly. How many times can you get drunk in your life? Why not drink until dawn?..."

After reading it, Zhao Yun shook his head and put down a few pieces of paper in his hand.

"Hey! I am envoyed to enter the official crown and come back to the sky. The clouds are covered with five-colored flags, and the dew is standing with a circle of thousands of officials. The Yan mat is a coincidence to the Ox Girl's Day, and the phoenix is ​​reflected in the walls and Kui. I present the poem Chen Ya's foolish ministers, and even more, the atmosphere is still there." Zhao Yun put down the paper in his hand, looked up and swept the whole hall's ministers, and said softly: "Who did this poem?"

The sound is not loud, but it is clearly heard in this quiet hall.

At this time, no one knows that the poet is afraid that the leader of the poem will be put on this poem. In addition to regret, they all secretly glanced around to see who did it.

When Jia Sidao heard Zhao Yun recite this poem, he secretly complained. He just wanted to learn from the poem "The Top Scholar in the following poem, but he didn't expect that the Top Scholar in Wen was worthy of being the Top Scholar in the Palace, and he actually suppressed hundreds of scholars in the palace.

"Go back to your Majesty, it was done by the empress."

Seeing that the big men in the court who had been waiting for a long time in front of the hall began to look for the people who wrote poems, Jia Sidao knew that he would not be able to stand up again.

Now Jia Sidao is still a sixth-rank resident of Tian Ling, and it is not an exaggeration to call himself a humble minister.

As Jia Sidao stood up, countless eyes gathered on him at the same time. The somewhat complicated hall suddenly became a little noisy. Even the ministers in the court whispered to each other.

Obviously, many people know him.

"Shi Xian?"

Zhao Yun glanced at Concubine Jia who was sitting on his right and looked incredible, and said in surprise. However, this surprise lasted for a moment, and Zhao Yun immediately came to his senses.

"Haha, okay, okay, Zheng Qing thought what did this poem written by Shi Xian? Maybe he was the leader of the first tour of Qionglin Banquet today?

In front of the ministers and hundreds of scholars in the palace, Zhao Yun did not hide his appreciation and preference for this brother-in-law at all. He had already expressed his words to the fullest.

However, in his words, he had expressed the meaning of pointing out Jia Sidao's reference work as the leader of the poem.

The white-haired Zheng Qingzhi looked back at Jia Sidao who was bowing and bowing, with a complicated look.

The hundreds of poems tonight have been the best ones that can be gathered in front of him. He has read Jia Sidao's poem before, and he has also read the other poems, but in general, they are actually unsatisfactory. Only this one is unique and transcends everyone.

Both artistic conception and meaning are the best choice. Of course, the most important thing is that the praises of His Majesty in the poem and the simplicity hidden in the poem make this poem naturally surpass the other hundred poems.

Jia Sidao and Zheng Qingzhi had never dealt with each other, but he had heard of it. However, most of the people I heard at that time were Jia Sidao's bold and unruly fighting crickets, gambling, and prostitutes who took advantage of Concubine Jia's domineering behavior, but he did not expect that he could actually write such a poem, which surpassed a group of scholars at this Qionglin banquet. Even the poems written by the top scholar Zhou Tan were much inferior to him.

"Your Majesty, the artistic conception and meaning of this poem are all the works of the best, and he is well deserved to be the leader of the poem."

Zheng Qingzhi bowed and responded.

"Okay! Since Zheng Qing also thinks that Shi Xian's poem is regarded as the leader of the poem, I think Shi Xian's poem is indeed a masterpiece. Then the leader of the first tour is Shi Xian. I will reward the first tour with a thousand taels of silver and a thousand pieces of silk."

Zhao Yun felt that his brother-in-law was so successful that he felt light on his face, so he would naturally not be stingy with the rewards.

"I thank Your Majesty for the reward!"

Jia Sidao could feel the jealous eyes of the scholars around him.

He knew better than anyone else about the reason why a big tree attracted wind, but things had reached this point, and it was obviously impossible to escape, and it was not his nature. Shi Shi sat down.

The drum music rang again, but the second tour of wine began.

The person sitting opposite Jia Sidao was a chubby young man, with a round face and a pair of small eyes, which looked extremely funny.

"Brother Jia, what is the next question? Can you tell me one or two?" The fat man leaned forward and leaned closer to Jia Sidao and whispered.

After looking at the somewhat vulgar little fat man, Jia Sidao looked up and found that the two young men on both sides of him were looking at him with disdain and sneering.

"Brother Jia, we only need to know the proposition. I hope Brother Jia can tell you one or two more. I promise that the poem leader knows the heaven and earth know you and I know you and I know you. I also ask Brother Jia to fulfill his gratitude." The tall and thin man on the right saw Jia Sidao's surprised eyes and smiled and clasped his fists in a low voice.

He didn't know these three people.

But obviously all three of them knew him.

After a moment of thinking, Jia Sidao probably understood that the three of them must have seen the note left to him by the palace maid before, thinking that he must have someone to help him to win the leader of the first poem tour.

The slim threat made him extremely unhappy. Especially the slight sarcasm and condescending smile on his face touched some of his past memories.

It seemed like this smile on his face when his former brother went to prison to see him.

"Brother Xiaopang, I can show you the question, but you can only know this question." He ignored the tall and thin man who spoke out loud and threatened, and said to the fat man with a faint smile.

"Brother Xiaopang? Brother Jia, are you calling me?" The little fat man looked around in surprise, stretching out his fat fingers and pointing at him.

Jia Sidao looked at him calmly, looking at me with a look of the meaning of others besides you in front of me.

"Brother Jia, aren't you playing with me? I'm Yang Yizhi." The little fat man almost jumped up excitedly, "Come on, let me show you the question."

Yang Yizhi?

"Brother Yang, Shi Xian suffered some minor injuries before and had amnesia, so don't blame him." Jia Sidao said as he pressed the piece of paper the size of a palm under the inkstone and pushed it to Yang Yizhi with his hands.

However, my palm never left the note as small as half a slap. It seemed unintentional, but in fact it blocked the possibility of other people, especially those who were tall and thin, peeping.
Chapter completed!