Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 10 The First Appearance
Throughout the ages, describing scenery is the easiest yet the most difficult. To put it simply, the upper limit is high and the lower limit is low. After a few days of learning, one can write something like Zi, Chou, Yin, and Mao, but to reach the top requires great talent.

Among these, architecture is the most difficult. There are countless landscapes in the world, but less than one-tenth or one-twelve of them are about architecture. It's not that no one has written about it, but that there are not enough famous ones.

So it was clear that the young man with curly hair was going to compose a poem for Tengwang Pavilion. Everyone present stretched their necks and waited, some waiting to see something new, some waiting to see the excitement. They didn't know what the young prince had just handed over, nor what the boy's admission ticket was. If they really knew, this Spring River Night Moon Butterfly Love Flower, Stars Divide Wings and Zhens Tengwang Pavilion would probably become a hit in Yangzhou.

Xia Lin began to act like a scholar, pointing at Chuntao and saying, "Young Prince, can you let Sister Chuntao copy it? I see that Sister Chuntao's handwriting is as beautiful as an orchid, so it must be very good. Then let my brother come up and play some instruments and sing."

"You have a good eye, Chuntao really has a good handwriting. Chuntao, grind your pens and copy poems for this talented scholar."

Chun Tao glanced at Xia Lin, but with a smile on her face she bowed and said, "I will go now."

At this moment, Xia Lin picked up a pot of wine on the table and gulped it down. Then he pointed with his finger and said, "Lao Zhang, come up and play the flute!"

Old Zhang knew that this was Xia Lin's chance to show off, so he immediately stood up and walked to the front, took out his bamboo flute and started playing. The sound of the flute was clear and pleasant, and even the knowledgeable little prince couldn't help but smile.

At this time, Xia Lin saw that Chuntao was ready, so he pretended to be drunk, kicked a stool over, leaned on the table where Chuntao was writing, raised his head and spread his hands on the table, with a strong smell of alcohol on his body, but he spoke loudly: "Yuzhang old county, Hongdu new capital..."

The first sentence was rather plain, but he was in very good condition. Although he seemed drunk, he was able to fully display the arrogance of a young man, making people unable to help but continue listening.

"The stars are divided into Yi and Zhen, and the land is connected to Heng and Lu. It embraces three rivers and five lakes, controls the barbarians and leads to Ou and Yue. The natural resources are rich and the dragon's light shines on the ruins of Niu and Dou; the people are outstanding and the land is blessed, Xu Ru sleeps on Chen Fan's bed..."

When this sentence came out, it was a stunning parallel prose, and everyone on and off the stage applauded. The young prince was even more surprised at this moment, and after a moment he smiled and nodded frequently.

If the previous part is excellent enough, each sentence afterwards is not only well-balanced but also quotations from classics and can be used effortlessly. Although some sentences have been slightly changed by Xia Lin, this does not affect the overall perception.

When the sentence came to the eternal sentence "The setting sun and the solitary wild goose fly together, the autumn water and the sky are the same color", the young prince stood up on the spot and came to the back to beat the drums and lead the song for Xia Lin, with high spirits and excitement. Even Chuntao, who was copying for him, couldn't help but look up at the back of the head of this eccentric boy in front of him, wondering how there could be such a talented person in the world, who had come up with three articles in such a short time, and each of them might be something that others could never reach in their lifetime.

After finishing the long article, Xia Lin burped, stood up, staggered to the table, and tried to pick up the wine glass, but he couldn't hold it steady. After all, his body was not tempered and his alcohol tolerance was really lacking. After the excitement brought by the alcohol just now, he now just felt dizzy.

At this time, it was the young prince who was sharp-eyed. He pointed at Xia Lin and said anxiously, "Chun Tao, hold him up. Don't let this treasure fall."

Chuntao not only had good handwriting, but also had great kung fu skills to be able to serve as the young prince's personal maid. She just tapped her toes and turned in front of Xia Lin, and took this little guy who had a poor alcohol tolerance but was a heavy drinker into her arms.

But at this moment, no one was paying attention to the drunk Xia Lin. People gathered around where Chuntao was copying poems and some even forgot about etiquette and rubbed against the little prince. The little prince didn't care at this moment. He held the paper and scanned it up and down. The more he looked, the more he couldn't contain his excitement.

"What a wonderful piece of writing! The Goddess of Luo River is a bit inferior to it." The young prince sighed from the bottom of his heart: "Although I dare not say that there will be no better, this piece of writing is definitely unprecedented."

After the talented scholars around read it, some were happy while others were sad. They were happy to see such a wonderful piece of writing come to the world, while they were worried because since ancient times, scholars have looked down on each other and wondered who was better. But now, when they read "The Pavilion of Prince Teng" again, they asked themselves whether they could write this heaven-sent piece after drinking a bucket of wine. The answer is naturally no. Regret, jealousy and resentment are intertwined, and the emotions are as complicated as they can be.

At this moment, Xia Lin suddenly started talking in his sleep: "I'm sorry... recite the whole text..."

Chuntao didn't hear clearly and asked again, but Xia Lin just clenched his teeth and moved his eyes quickly, obviously he had fallen asleep. "Chuntao, take him to the guest room upstairs to rest, and you stay and take care of him afterwards." The young prince took the time to raise his head and said, "Don't let him cough and vomit and choke to death."

Chuntao quickly got Xia Lin away, and Lao Zhang naturally followed behind. The rest of the people in the room began to study the poems written by Xia Lin, from "Dielianhua" at the beginning to "Spring River Moon Night" and now "Tengwang Pavilion", three articles with three styles and three genres, but without exception, they are all top-notch.

This one article alone is enough to make people despair. The three articles stacked together simply crush this era. After reading them, many talented people felt despair and sighed endlessly.

Instead, the young prince nodded in satisfaction. Isn't this the kind of person he wanted to come to this place this time? Although he looks like a greedy and playful young prince, he is actually not an ordinary person. Not only is he a royal relative and an imperial censor, he is also the son of the current emperor.

As for why the Prince of Qin is the emperor's biological son, the story here is very complicated. It starts more than 20 years ago. The current emperor is the ninth son of the late emperor, and the Prince of Qin is the second son. However, because the eldest son of the late emperor died young, the Prince of Qin naturally became the crown prince. However, the Prince of Qin had no offspring, but because the Prince of Qin and the emperor were born of the same mother, a son was adopted to the Prince of Qin.

The adopted child was this little prince. However, during the subsequent war with Southern Chen, the King of Qin was captured, causing Wei to exchange fourteen cities for the crown prince. The late emperor was furious and abolished the King of Qin's crown prince position and made the Ninth Prince inherit it. Because of the advantage of being a legitimate son and the fact that the Ninth Prince was indeed outstanding, he became the emperor along the way.

So the young prince is actually the biological son of the current emperor, and the eldest son, and His Majesty has not appointed a crown prince yet. So everyone knows what his status is, otherwise how could a prince of the Qin king cross his fiefdom to go to other people's homes to recruit talents?

Xia Lin's previous guess was only half right. The young prince was indeed responsible for the inspection this time, but the more important thing was to select a group of young people as talent reserves for the royal family. The court was quite uneasy. Prime Minister Gao Lin set up a party member monument and used the imperial examination fraud case to eliminate dissidents. This move seemed to be to clear the court of the emperor, but in fact it supported the aristocratic families to monopolize the imperial examination.

The royal family is not stupid, but they are the emperors of the cavalry, and their foundation is among the military generals. However, in recent years, they have marched north to Goguryeo, east to conquer Southern Chen, and south to Baiyue. The military generals have withered and there is a lack of successors, so the court is naturally controlled by the civil officials. If this encirclement and suppression of the imperial power is completed, the royal family will become a puppet of the civil officials.

So now the young prince is traveling around the country in the name of Inspector General. Although he is still very young, there are few people in the world who are more reliable than one's own son.

Of course, the young prince is only twenty-two years old after all, and he is also in the process of crossing the river by feeling the stones. It is not easy to select talents, and it is not easy to directly interfere in local government affairs, so he uses this method to go to each place to send out invitations to heroes. Although it does not mean that one can be a good official if he writes good poems, how can we say this? Writing good poems means that he has read a lot of books, is talented, and has a quick mind. Selecting talents from such people is always more efficient than going to the street to tell fortunes, right?
Xia Lin was undoubtedly the first person he found in Yangzhou, and he was obviously a talented commoner. Judging from the way he ate and the way he dressed, one could tell that he was definitely an innocent person.

It goes without saying how important it is to maintain a clean record in this intense stage of struggle.

"Okay, you guys stop surrounding me." The little prince rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "I'll have someone copy the young man's three poems and frame them and hang them here. You can come and appreciate them anytime."

But until now no one knows Xia Lin's name. Among all the people present, only the young prince knows that this boy's name is Xia Lin Xia Daosheng.

From this small detail, we can see that although this young prince has no experience, he is really smart. After all, this kind of talent naturally needs to be tested first. If he is suitable, he will be promoted to a high position. By then, he will not be suitable for fame.

If it is not suitable, the young prince is a person who values ​​and loves talents. What's wrong with giving him great wealth?
However, when the news that Xia Lin's three poems directly won 123rd place was posted outside the flower tower together with the poems themselves, all the scholars in Yangzhou came to watch. They really wanted to see the level of the poems selected by this little King Qin.

They were really shocked the whole year. No one believed that these three poems were written by the same person. How could someone be so able to handle the range from graceful to bold?
In the crowd, a beautiful girl looked up and read carefully, whispering with interest: "The setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together, the autumn water and the sky are the same color, it is so well written... When the time comes, my brother and father will definitely ask someone to make this into a memorial archway and put it on the Tengwang Pavilion, it is so well written."

"Miss...Miss, aren't you going to look for the young prince?"

"Why should I go look for him? He's just passing through Hongzhou and he won't come to play with me. I don't care about him. Let's go around first. I heard that there are many places to eat and drink in Yangzhou. Let's go and see them."

(End of this chapter)