Return to the Tang Dynasty to be a villain

Chapter 42 Grape Wine Luminous Cup

Watching He Zhizhang's back as he left, Qin Yi finally understood why his immediate superior was so polite to him.

Probably because he shamelessly plagiarized those two poems, Qin Yi silently apologized to Li He and Xu Xilin in his heart.

I also made a secret resolution in my heart that I would never plagiarize other people's intellectual property unless it was absolutely necessary.

Today's affairs of the Recruiting Censors have been handled by He Zhizhang and Niu Xianke.

Only then did Qin Yi realize that since Wu Zhao had been on the throne for seven years, the political situation in the court had basically stabilized and not many people were submitting letters to discuss politics.

Every day, the Censorate received only a few pieces of advice, and sometimes not even one.

After He Zhizhang left, Niu Xianke felt relieved.

You should know that his former boss was a Jinshi at the age of 35, and he was also the first Jinshi in the history of Zhejiang Province.

Therefore, He Zhizhang did not think highly of Niu Xianke, his subordinate who was a student of the Imperial Academy and had no official title.

If it weren't for the fact that he had been in officialdom for too short a time and a Taoist from Jiangnan had no roots in Chang'an, He Zhizhang would have wanted to get rid of Niu Xianke from his hands long ago.

In fact, Niu Xianke is not very satisfied with his current job.

Among the letters sent to the Censorate today, where are there any real insights into state affairs? They are basically just flattering articles praising the achievements of the emperor.

Although Niu Xianke was born as a student of the Imperial Academy, he studied in the Four Schools of the Imperial Academy for ten years.

However, he always disdained writing poems and essays, believing that only actions like Li Jing and Xue Rengui to expand the territory for the court were the ambitions that a man should have.

However, Fu Wenjing, who had admired him, was promoted to the magistrate of Wannian County. As a county affiliated to Jingzhao Prefecture, it had all kinds of officials and clerks, and there was no position for him to choose.

Therefore, Niu Xianke reluctantly endured his days in the Recruiting and Censoring Office of the Imperial Household Department, always hoping that one day he would be able to make achievements on the battlefield.

Now that He Zhizhang was promoted to Chief Secretary, and Lai Junchen, the Minister of the Court, recommended Qin Yi to be in charge, Niu Xianke originally didn't care about these things at all.

However, what Qin Yi didn't know was that since Di Renjie showed his two poems to Wu Zhao and others in Ganlu Hall three days ago, he has become a little famous in the court of Chang'an.

The Yishiyuan was originally a well-informed secret service agency, so He Zhizhang, Niu Xianke and others had also heard of Qin Yi's two poems.

Why don't men take Wu Gou and conquer the fifty states of Guanshan?
I am willing to die for my country on the battlefield, why should I return home wrapped in my horse's hide?
Every time he recited these two poems by Qin Yi, Niu Xianke regarded them as his close friends.

In his opinion, perhaps only the descendants of Qin Qiong, the famous founding general of the Tang Dynasty, one of the twenty-four heroes of the Lingyan Pavilion, and Duke of Ji, could have such a heroic spirit!
Therefore, Niu Xianke was not originally a person who liked to curry favor with his superiors.

But when he finally saw in person the author of those two poems that had so moved him, he was extremely excited for a moment.

"Master," Niu Xianke saluted Qin Yi, "Your humble servant, your humble servant."

Originally, Niu Xianke wanted to ask Qin Yi under what circumstances he wrote these two such heroic poems.

But the other party was his immediate superior. Niu Xianke thought about it and felt it was a bit abrupt, so he hesitated.

Qin Yi didn't know what Niu Xianke was thinking. He saw that his cheeks were flushed and beads of sweat were appearing on his head, and he thought that Niu Xianke was in trouble.

He smiled at Niu Xianke and waved his hand calmly.

"Master Niu, is there anything that is troubling you?"

Niu Xianke became even more nervous when Qin Yi asked him this.

It feels like a fan seeing their idol. If the idol really says hello to you, the fan's heart will definitely be excited.

"Your subordinate. Your subordinate."

Niu Xianke was already extremely embarrassed at this time, and felt awkward in his heart. In a hurry, he said something directly to Qin Yi.

"Master, all matters in the office have been handled today."

"A friend of mine is currently serving in the army in Longyou Road. He asked someone to bring me some wine."

"I wonder if you would be interested in having a drink with me?"

"Wine?" Qin Yi was even more surprised. We're at work, brother, you want to drink with me?
How could Niu Xianke know what Qin Yi was thinking?
He just had a sudden inspiration and thought that if the two of them drank a little wine, they would quickly become familiar with each other, and then he would ask Qin Yi about the background of the creation of the two poems.

Seeing Qin Yi's puzzled expression, he no longer hesitated and made up his mind.

"My Lord, I have heard that these wines from the Western Regions have a unique flavor compared to our rice wine."

"After my friend asked someone to bring it to Chang'an, I treasured it very much and would not even drink it normally."

"Today, the Master is taking office, so I would like to offer this gift as a token of my congratulations to the Master."

"So." Qin Yi pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"Well, I've never tasted wine from the Western Regions either. You and I could try it."

Of course Qin Yi had drunk wine, but that was before he traveled through time.

At this age, he has never drunk wine, let alone alcohol.

As a man from the northwest, Qin Yi has actually been able to drink since he was a child. After hearing what Niu Xianke said, his addiction to alcohol was aroused.

Hearing that Qin Yi did not refuse, Niu Xianke hurriedly ran towards his public housing.

Qin Yi paced slowly towards his public housing.

Naturally, the scale of his public housing could not be compared with the main hall of the Yishiyuan.

It was a room of about 50 square meters, with a table at the innermost part and a futon under it.

There were a dozen or so cushions on either side of the room. Qin Yi guessed that this room was used for both his office and meetings. He knelt behind a table, which held a white porcelain lotus-shaped incense burner, burning ordinary Lingling incense, a common commodity on the market.

There are also a few pieces of paper on the table, which should be the letters selected by Niu Xianke.

Qin Yi picked them up and looked at them casually. One of the notes, titled "On Official Malpractices", immediately caught his attention.

This is an article discussing the current atmosphere in official circles.

It mainly talks about the current court officials who, in order to get promoted and make money, curry favor with the powerful.

These people did not think about serving the court and benefiting the people, but spent all day thinking about how to curry favor with their superiors and flatter them, resulting in a very bad atmosphere in the court.

At the end of this article, there is a poem.

The orchid leaves are lush in spring, and the osmanthus flowers are bright and clear in autumn.

It’s a festive season to be happy with this business.

Who knows that those who live in the forest will feel happy when they hear the wind and sit there.

Plants and trees have their own nature, so why would they seek to be broken by a beautiful woman?
What this means is that a gentleman should pursue his own integrity, rather than always hoping to be promoted by noble people.

When your virtue is sufficient, you will naturally become a person respected by the world.

Qin Yi looked carefully and found that there was no signature at the end of the article.

According to the rules of the Imperial Household Department, unsigned articles could not be submitted.

He guessed that He Zhizhang must have thought the last poem was good, so he put it on the desk so that he could take it out and read it at any time.

However, although there was no signature, Qin Yi recognized the author of the article from this poem.

Isn’t this poem the first of Zhang Jiuling’s “Twelve Poems of Feeling and Encounter”?

Qin Yi searched his memory carefully and recalled that Zhang Jiuling should be studying in the Four Schools of the Imperial College at this moment.

It must be that he was inspired to write this article because he saw that the Wu kings were rampant in the court, and the officials obeyed their orders.

Qin Yi sneered in his heart and started to plan secretly.

Since you, Zhang Jiuling, took the initiative to write to the Imperial Household Department, don't blame me for being rude to you.

Just as he was thinking about how to prepare Zhang Jiuling, Niu Xianke walked in with a porcelain wine pot imitating a leather bag in his hand.

This wine jug looks very much like the water bags made of sheepskin by people in the Western Regions. The flat body of the jug makes it very convenient to hang it on the side of a horse or camel. It is obvious that it is the style that Hu merchants like.

Niu Xianke placed the wine jug on the table and took out two crystal clear wine glasses from his arms.

Open the lid of the pot and pour the purple-red wine into the wine glass.

As the wine rippled, the two green wine glasses actually emitted a small glow.

"Master," Niu Xianke held up a wine glass and placed it in front of Qin Yi, "These are two luminous cups that my friend gave me. It is said that this kind of cup is only produced in Jiuquan County, Longyou Road.

“Although it’s not particularly expensive, it’s quite novel to see it sparkle with the movement of the wine when you drink it.”

"Yeah," Qin Yi couldn't help but stare at the wine glass in front of him in a daze.

Under the sunlight, a small patch of green light was formed between the cyan luminous cup and the beautiful wine, which was flashing very beautifully.

He couldn't help but pick up the wine glass in front of him, brought it to his lips and drank it all in one gulp.

Although Qin Yi's body had drunk alcohol before, the alcohol content of Tang Dynasty alcohol was only about five to ten degrees.

However, the alcohol content of wine during this period was between 15 and 20 degrees.

So for him, this wine is much stronger.

A sour smell of alcohol suddenly rose from his stomach to his forehead, and Qin Yi's heartbeat quickened.

"Good wine," he couldn't help but shout, and handed the cup to Niu Xianke, "More!"

After drinking seven or eight glasses of wine in a row, Qin Yi felt that he had finally reached that state of being tipsy and his spirit became excited.

After drinking another glass of wine, Qin Yi felt that the excitement in his chest could no longer be suppressed. He stood up, picked up the brush on the table, and began to write on the paper.

"The luminous cup of wine and wine, if you want to drink the pipa, please remind me immediately."

"Don't laugh, Lord, who is lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times."

As the brush in Qin Yi's hand continued to dance, Niu Xianke watched the lines of poetry leap onto the paper, and finally could no longer contain his excitement.

He also jumped up, picked up a sword from the wall, and recited the "Liangzhou Ci" over and over again, with tears in his eyes pouring out like a spring.

At this moment Niu Xianke finally understood Qin Yi's ambition.

If he heard people say that Qin Yi had written "Why doesn't a man take Wu Gou and take over the fifty states?" and "If you are willing to die for your country on the battlefield, why should you return wrapped in your horse's hide?", he still doubted how this young master who had lived a life of luxury and had never been on the battlefield could be so heroic.

But after seeing Qin Yi write the "Liangzhou Ci" in front of him with his own eyes today, Niu Xianke no longer dared to question Qin Yi's mind.

It turns out that the grandson of Duke Ji is really a son of a general. The feelings in his heart are definitely not something that people like us can guess!

Both of them were filled with lofty sentiments at the moment, but perhaps Wang Han was muttering in frustration at the moment.

Didn’t we agree that we would never plagiarize other people’s works?

(End of this chapter)