[Quick Transmigration] Xiao Shou is always dying

Chapter 44

The harvest festival is coming in a blink of an eye.

Although the crops did not have a great harvest, Wenhui Building continued as before, sending out posts gathering literati, and Ji Jia also had a copy of the bronzing post.

And now, Ji Jia is playing with a piece of jade pendant in the palm of his hand with Qi Mo in the private room on the second floor of Wenhui Building. Ji Jia is smiling a little... playfully. In the hall outside, Ji Qian really did not disappoint him. "Will Enter the Wine", one of his representative masterpieces.

All the hall cheered for a while, and the voices of praise from the private room next to them were so familiar, it was Nan Gongjiu and Nan Gongzhang.

Qi Mo raised his eyebrows, looked at Ji Jia, quite surprised, "Your brother, you have such a talent for writing, this work can be handed down to the world." Then Qi Mo frowned, and asked Ji Jia, "I am not good at writing, I am better than you." Without him... Is Jiajia sure to win this game?"

Ji Jia shook her head honestly, "No."

Qi Mo was taken aback, and Ji Jia couldn't help laughing with his rare and silly look, "Look at you, even if there is no better poem than this, don't I have other ways?"

As he said that, he gave Qi Mo a sideways look, the sly look of hooking the corners of his lips, and the flying arc at the end of his eyes made Qi Mo's heart soft.With a chuckle, Qi Mo followed Ji Jia to the window, and the two stood side by side, looking at each other with a smile, knowing each other's thoughts in their hearts, and they had a very tacit understanding.

There were a lot of compliments and whispered discussions about the beauty of the sentences. This kind of praise made Ji Qian happy, but he was still cautious. He knew that if there was one more person who did not appear on the stage, he would not be regarded as a victory.

Ji Qian was very contradictory. He was looking forward to the confrontation with Ji Jia, but he was also a little afraid in his heart. However, he felt that since he made this poem, it was among the few poems prepared for him by the system. OKWhen he was in high school, he learned a lot of poetry and prose, but after a few years, the most memorable one is undoubtedly this majestic "Will Enter the Wine". Ji Qian thinks that no matter how good Ji Jia is, Can't beat this poem either.

While looking forward to Ji Jia's appearance, he felt ashamed after hearing his poem, but at the same time he hoped that Ji Jia would not appear, so that he could enjoy the praise calmly and be appreciated by the big shots, so as not to cause any accidents.

However, before Ji Qian had time to savor the complex taste, he heard a mocking laugh, which was very eye-catching and harsh in the hall of Wenhui Building full of praises, almost giving Ji Qian another sharp tinnitus. Pain.

That voice, he would never hear it wrong - it was Ji Jia.

"Oh, I have always asked Brother Ji that the sages fell asleep, and the articles were gorgeous and rich in words, and the poems and songs he wrote, whether magnificent or magnificent, can be admired by future generations. It is really surprising and frightening. A dream creates a great writer—this is really just a dream, or these works are originally..." Ji Jia stopped guessing in a timely manner, giving people room to make up their minds, "I also heard that in the Wenhui Building, as many as Talents are born, the whole country is famous, and even the children are singing, this is the credit of the literary and ink conference. The talents who are famous all over the world and help the world; the virtues of the five continents, and the pillars of the community-is it true?" Ji Jia stood By the window, "I came into the building, and what I saw and heard, the articles were all flashy and untrue. A group of scholars knew nothing about the lives of the people, and their rhetoric and prose were the best in the world. How dare you compare yourself to Confucius and King Chen, Yelang's arrogance should also be to a certain extent, it's really... admirable."

As soon as these words came out, there was silence.

Nan Gongzhang also recognized that it was Ji Jia, touched his chin, showed an interested smile, put away his admiration, and calmly listened to the movement outside. What he needs is talented people, not just workers. In the article of the carpenter.

On the other side, Nangong Jiu frowned fiercely, feeling very upset, but did not immediately refute Ji Jia.

Quietness is only for a moment. It is probably the first time for the literati below to be slapped naked in the face like this. Just like a ferocious tiger, the first time someone strokes its beard, it may not be able to react.

But once you regain your senses, it is a fierce counterattack.

Ji Qian lowered his eyelids to cover the flash of pride in his eyes, Ji Jia!You are so stupid!It's okay to suppress him alone, but Ji Jia unexpectedly!Ji Qian could hardly suppress the ecstasy in his heart, which made his hands tucked into his wide sleeves tremble a little—offended the entire literati group!Even the Son of Heaven would not dare!Ji Jia, he is going to be finished!He's done!

What a beautiful thing, Ji Qian pursed his lips and suppressed his smile. Today, he will trample Ji Jia under his feet so that he can no longer lift his head up!

"Who is Your Excellency! You are too deceitful?" One of them yelled at Ji Jia's private room, "Why are you sneaking around and refusing to see him with his true colors? If you are not a rat, how dare you open the window to compete?"

Ji Jia laughed again, and winked at Qi Mo, Qi Mo stepped aside, and Ji Jia opened the window with a smile on his mouth, but his words were not as friendly as his smile, "A careful person saves a gentleman's belly. I am both Here you go, since you dare to say it, why don’t you dare to open the window? As for the contest, I’ve already said it, rhetoric and rhetoric, no one can surpass you, and I can’t compare myself.”

Another person raised his eyes angrily, staring at Ji Jiadao, "Zhuzi is rude! Since you said that we know nothing about the lives of the people, I will tell you! I, Daewoo, have worked hard to govern the country since it was established and governed it, and even after years of hardships. Work hard and work hard to bring peace to the world—there are no corrupt officials and treacherous villains, the country is safe and the people happy, and everyone respects virtue, isn’t it!”

"Hehe, you know a lot, but you don't know much more." Ji Jia cupped his hands, and the middle-aged man rolled his eyes angrily, Ji Jia continued, "Outside Yumen Pass, barbarian thieves are rampant, and Xiliang is violent, so that the cultivated land outside the pass is deserted. , The famine is rampant, the clothes of the people are disheveled, and the people are in dire straits! You don’t hear the important affairs of the country outside the window, and you only read the dead books of the sages and sages in the cabinet. You work behind closed doors, and your eyes are only the size of your fingers. Even if you know something, you dare to make a fool of yourself.”

"Listen to what you said, it's very big, and you may not be really knowledgeable." Another scholar stood up, and compared with the previous two, he seemed much calmer, "My Daewoo country has strict laws and regulations, and we are united and united. The army is strong and defends the country. .As for Hu cavalry going south to plunder, it has existed since ancient times. Do you have any high opinion on the way of governing the country?"

"When the people are full, the world is the world." Ji Jia blinked, "With the frontier, build national defense and stand firm; in the agricultural areas of the Central Plains, build water conservancy, open canals, and solve the scourge of drought and flood; with the court, clear the government and the public." , Improve the examination and examination, use the examination, don't use some stupid people who don't work hard and don't know the grain."

There was another sound of inhalation from the people below.

Although Ji Jia's words were irritating, there was something worthy of reflection. Some people were already thinking carefully.

On one side, Nan Gongzhang in the Accord nodded frequently. He had long felt that it was inconvenient to search for talents, but it would be too bold to take the exam. If the successor is weak, it will die young.

"Hmph, the pampas grass on the wall is top-heavy, light-footed and shallow-rooted; the bamboo shoots in the mountains have sharp teeth and sharp mouths, and the belly is hollow!" Another person stood up angrily, "I am waiting for the literary and ink conference, so you, a yellow-haired kid, are here to run wild! The literary and ink conference, to make friends with literature, you don't have any ink in your chest, you should go home from here in shame, and dare to say such crazy words here!"

Ji Jia heard the words and looked over, the man in between was not confused, his face was gloomy and displeased, Ji Jia couldn't help laughing.

This man's surname is Kong, and he is a veritable book bag. Originally, his poems should be the leader, and he was very dissatisfied with Ji Qian's sudden emergence. Now that he appears, he may disturb the conference and prevent him from even getting the second place. Naturally, Give up the prejudice against Ji Qian, and turn to deal with yourself.

Hearing what the man said, Ji Qian also quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was glad that someone could bring back the topic that had strayed. Not his opponent.

But when it comes to writing poems and lyrics, those ten Ji Jias are not as good as one of his systems.

Although others don't know his relationship with Ji Jia, considering that the Sixth Prince is present, there may be other big figures hidden in the dark. The relationship between him and Ji Jia cannot be hidden at all. Ji Qian feels that he should express something, at least not His efforts over the past two months have been wasted, and the good image he has created has been ruined.

Under such circumstances, if I reminded Ji Jia kindly, even if I didn't express my relationship with him, it would be the best of humanity. Who would let Ji Jia know how to live or die.

Ji Qian nodded, wouldn't it be enough to save face?

"Brother, I think what Brother Kong said is reasonable." Ji Qian made a look of embarrassment as if he had pondered for a long time before making a decision. I'm not an uneducated person, why don't you write a poem about it, or you can share with me the classics you have read?"

What he said was beautiful, and it seemed that he was broad-minded and the other party was narrow-minded. After all, the direct cause of the matter was caused by his magnificent poems, and he was ridiculed by Ji Jiahao. Now that he said this, he justified his name again. He said that he was educated, and at the same time pushed Ji Jia to the edge.

Qi Mo winked at Ji Jia, Ji Jia glanced at him, then evoked a provocative smile, stepped back slightly, let Qi Mo step forward, and made a threatening gesture of clenching his fist, since Qi Mo If he wanted to do it at this time, Qi Mo would naturally have his own ideas.

Listen to what Qi Mo has to say first.

Qi Mo looked at Ji Jia's smile, and his eyes were in a daze for a moment. Such a radiant Ji Jia made him unable to move his eyes away. Press him down... Qi Mo was startled.Shaking his head violently, he threw that thought out of his mind, showed his usual foxy smile, and walked to the place Ji Jia was standing in leisurely steps.

"I have never racked my brains and brains to compose Chinese poems, and I have never done those studies of searching for chapters and excerpts, and citing scriptures." Qi Mo smiled lightly, and answered Ji Qian's question on behalf of Ji Jia, and at the same time looked at Ji with contempt. Qian, and all the people below glanced, "That's what pedantic nerds love to do. What does it have to do with the prosperity of the country? How many great sages since ancient times have left masterpieces handed down from generation to generation? Shun was originally a farmer. Farmer, Fu said that he was only a craftsman who built walls at first, Jiao Ke was once a pawn of fish and salt, Guan Yiwu was a prisoner, Jiang Ziya was a fisherman, Baili Xi, Yin Yi and others were once Slaves, as for the later generations Zhang Liang and Chen Ping, they all have the talent to help the universe, and I have never heard of them treating any classics or passing down any eternal poems. On the other hand, those generations of writers, such as Sima Xiangru and Yang Xiong, wrote rhetorical works. Giving a name for a while, what credit does it have for Jiangshan Sheji?" Qi Mo said with a smile, with some ironic emotion, "It's a pity that these scholars nowadays open their mouths about classics and shut up about ancient precepts, busy all day between pens and inkstones , thinking about writing famous poems all day long, in order to become a blockbuster, and I think you guys can only write and write!"

"You!..." Kong Qi's eyes turned white, and Ji Qian's complexion became as white as snowflakes.

This rebuke made the literati angry again, and when they were about to refute, they only listened to Ji Jiadao, "Not only that. Confucians in this generation have already fallen. They specialize in writing and writing, and they can only make small plans. They can be called young." Composing prose, brilliant head and poor scriptures, although there are thousands of words in the pen, but there is no strategy in mind, and rhetoric composes prose, the ability is as high as the sky, such a person, even if he composes thousands of words every day, there is still merit? Forget it, Yunhuan, you and I are not as good It’s just as if you didn’t go through this experience, the literary and ink conference, it’s just mediocre.”

The faces of the people below were reddened, ashamed and indignant.But when he heard that the other person turned out to be the famous side-by-side king, he could only watch the other person stride away, remembering Qi Mo in his heart.

After Qi Mo and Ji Jia left, there was a sound of clapping hands and laughing from a private room, and a handsome man followed him away after a while, without looking at Ji Qian when he left, Ji Qian was surprised, it was the third prince.

After a while, the sixth prince also left. When he left, he gave Ji Qian a rather complicated look. Ji Qian felt bad. Thinking back to what Ji Jia said, he first said that every article he wrote was a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. , just got the advice of the sages in the dream, but the authenticity of it is questionable-after all, he was not famous before, and it is impossible to verify whether these excellent works were made by him or the sages in the dream.

At the last moment, he emphasized that his talent is nothing more than a worthless scholar who has no independent ideas and only writes some good-looking articles—Ji Jia is going to ruin his future!

After figuring out Ji Jia's intentions, Ji Qian was extremely anxious, wishing he could immediately grab the people around him and ask them what they thought of him.

Looking at the people around him in a blink of an eye, they all look like eggplants that have been ravaged by frost. Ji Qian felt a little relieved. Of course, people are most concerned about himself. Maybe his affairs have not been noticed by these strangers... He still has something to say. If you have the opportunity, you have the opportunity to build up your momentum!

Adjusting his facial expression, Ji Qian was about to incite the people around him, ignore the episode just now, and when the literary and ink conference was held to the end, suddenly a person walked out from the second floor, Ji Qian recognized him, he was really the boss of Wenhui Building, The middle-aged man in Confucian shirts who welcomed these literati into the building, Ji Qian had a very bad premonition in his heart, and secretly calmed himself down so that he did not lose his composure.

Sure enough, the man was apologetic, said something to express his disappointment, and announced that this year's Wenmo Conference would be terminated, and then he ignored the anger and dissatisfaction of the people below - they were almost all poor people, and the termination of the Wenmo Conference meant that they were going to have a Years are all in vain!

Surrounded by voices of complaints and dissatisfaction, Ji Qian only felt that he was sweating all over his body, as if the people around him were all laughing at him. The writing that laughed at him was stolen, and even if he was good at writing, he was still an idiot. The leader who everyone looked up to turned into an object of ridicule and sarcasm in an instant, and the system's inorganic prompt sounded in his head, [The host's mental state is very dangerous, very dangerous, please stop imagining immediately], making Ji Qian's ears buzz , Ji Qian finally covered his ears, shouted and rushed out of Wenhui Building.

There are a few people behind him showing mocking smiles. The real one can't be fake, and the fake one can't be real. It's probably untrue to behave like this.

And there were a few other poorly dressed scholars who left the crowd calmly—the young master’s order has been done, but it’s easy to say some sarcastic remarks—the second young master also Intuit has no tolerance, but it's just unbearable.

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The moon and stars are sparse, and there is still a trace of burning clouds in the sky that has not been extinguished, reflecting the road paved with bluestone slabs, which is cool and quiet.

Ji Jia and Qi Mo walked on this road one after the other. The end of the road was the Duke's Mansion. Qi Mo said that he was afraid that it would be unsafe for Ji Jia to go back alone, so he insisted on sending him off.

After today, the two of them must be famous.

Although Ji Jia is Qi Yao's closed disciple, there are quite a few people who know about this matter, besides, Qi Mo is really eye-catching. He was in the Wenhui Building before, because he was in a private room and there was a problem with the lighting, so no one was there. Qi Mo's identity was discovered immediately.

Ji Jia walked in front, in a good mood and brisk on her feet.

At this point in the literary and ink conference, there is nothing to worry about - if it continues, people will doubt the authenticity of Ji Qian's poems because of his words, and Ji Qian has no way to prove his ability at all. The first one took out Hua Shi to try to redeem it?Just kidding, even if you are a real literary giant, it is impossible for you to have a constant flow of writing and thinking.If you don't refute it, it will be even more serious. What a shameless person to take the works of the sages as your own!

However, if those literati still have a little bit of spirit, this literary and ink conference will not be able to go on. They are all said to be good at writing and ink.

Ji Qian can no longer soar into the sky, and the serious trouble in his heart is gone, how can Ji Jia be unhappy?

Qi Mo followed behind, looking at Ji Jia's back, flying hair, as if caressing his heart like a breeze, making his heart itchy, Qi Mo's eyes turned, suddenly stepped forward, and grabbed Ji Jia Chia's hand.