About the fact that the heir of Huajian School is a girl

A hammer is fixed.

The officials present looked at Li Qingcha with admiration in their eyes.

I didn't expect that the imperial envoy was just a civil servant, but he had the ambition to expand the territory for the human race.

Let the horses run wild in the desert...

Call ~

It's really romantic.

"Your Excellency is truly courageous!"

"I admire you!"

"If you go to war outside the Great Wall, I am willing to lead your horse and whip you. I will have no complaints even if I am just a small footman!"

……

The mood was high.

Li Qingcha: “…”

She murmured to herself, "So I thought."

Luo Weiyang, who was standing by, cast a glance over.

"what?"

"No...nothing. I just said, 'That's what I thought.'"

"Brother Li, you are..."

"how?"

"..."

The girl was silent for no reason.

Li Qingcha looked over and found that the other person was looking at him with a blush on his face.

Just now, after singing "Linjiangxian: The Rolling Yangtze River Flows East", the girl was just a little bit admiring and respectful, but now it has turned into worship, with little stars in her eyes.

Chi Weili sighed.

"Heh... man..."

Li Qingcha couldn't help but feel embarrassed, thinking that Chi Weili had seen through his trick.

"Did you see it?"

"How can I not see it? You men are all the same. You are obsessed with worldly affairs, wanting to fight on the battlefield and expand territory. You only think about the public and forget about your own family."

"..."

I just didn't notice it at all!

However, the girl's resentment became more and more intense, and in the end she became like a wife abandoned by her husband.

Emmm...

Li Qingcha thought it would be better to keep quiet.

The more you say, the more mistakes you make.

She looked at Ma Da, Dang Junliang and other officials and said, "My Lords, this poem is just a coincidence, so I used it."

Ma Da said, "I thank you, sir."

"Why do you want to thank me, Master Ma?"

"The last line of your poem, 'Meet the scouts at the border, guards at Yanran', isn't it describing what happened to you on the first day you entered Yan'an?"

Li Qingcha was stunned.

On her first day in Guanyan, she was wondering why the local officials did not greet her. Later, she learned that He Xingfa's advance team had rushed to the Zhaolu River, and the garrison had gone over to confront them.

In this case, it really is a perfect match.

Ma Da couldn't help but feel secretly delighted, thinking that the Imperial Envoy really understood the principle of returning a favor. He helped him to erect a monument, and he mentioned the officials of Guan Yan in his poem.

Although no names were mentioned, as this poem spread among the people, there was no need to worry about not getting promoted in the future.

He immediately waved,

"Someone, come! Bring me the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone!"

The prostitutes had no dance to perform, so they took up the job of serving tea and wine during banquets.

There was a young lady who was very smart and had been preparing for a long time. When she heard Lord Ma's order, she ran out of the room and came to Li Qingcha with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

She squeezed her chest.

"Nunu is grinding ink for you, sir."

Nunu...

Li Qingcha had heard the maid at Yicui Tower call herself this, and the target was the head of the Six Gates.

Li Qingcha still remembers the old tree-new-bud-like way of acting like a spoiled child.

She couldn't help shivering.

"No, no, I'll do it myself."

As he spoke, he took out a lead tablet.

Having lived in ancient times for a long time, she has more or less learned how to write calligraphy with a brush, and her calligraphy is quite neat, but she is still more proficient in hard pen calligraphy.

She lowered her head and wrote the poem carefully.

Ma Da came up and exclaimed in amazement.

"Your Excellency's calligraphy is unique. This is the first time I have seen such a writing style that emphasizes structure over composition."

Of course,

Calligraphy places great emphasis on three-dimensionality, strength, and tenacity, but the lines written with a hard pen are too thin, the thickness changes are not obvious, and the expressiveness is poor, so the structure of the characters is more important.

From an artistic point of view, there is still a vast world for soft brush calligraphy.

Li Qingcha smiled.

"Master Ma, I still have self-awareness."

The implication is that the other party should stop bragging in this regard.

Ma Da couldn't help but burst into laughter, and then called the clerk in and said, "Put away the imperial envoy's poem and prepare to carve it on the stele."

After saying that, he turned to Li Qingcha.

"Sir, I have received this poem today. What more could I ask for..."

These words are very sincere and don't sound like flattery.

Li Qingcha opened his mouth and was about to say something, but he heard other officials say in unison:

"I would like to express my gratitude to the emperor for the poem!"

Chapter 449 Don’t lick!

The adults in Guanyan were no better than Zhao Nong.

Zhao Nong is a word for "gift".

They are "gift" poems,

In short, just one word -

rub!

There is no pressure in reading Li Qingcha's poems for free.

Li Qingcha had no choice because he himself was a plagiarist and a freeloader, so he had no right to criticize others.

In two days, the poem "Envoy to the Frontier" fermented in Guanyan.

The people had a great discussion.

Moreover, the more it spread, the more it went too far.

It was passed down that the imperial envoy said he would release the horses into the desert and march out to the frontier;

Pass it on, the imperial envoy must beat the demon tribe to a pulp and completely destroy the country;

It was passed on that the imperial envoy wanted to take the princess of the demon tribe as his concubine;

……

It feels like reading the comments on a video, the comments are ridiculously off.

Of course, this matter reached Yuyun's ears.

She copied down Li Qingcha's poem, savored it carefully, nodded slowly, and gave the following evaluation: "This poem has the ambition to swallow up the holy country, it is extraordinary and heroic, but it's a pity that it is just the arrogance of a scholar."

The autumn hunt is approaching, and they wrote it out in such a grand manner, and even wanted to erect a monument...

Seems a bit excessive?

Fortunately, the demon soldiers didn't care much about human poetry, so it didn't cause much discussion in the barracks.

Otherwise, there might be another conflict on the border between the two sides.

Yujun couldn't help but sigh.

"Li Qingcha..."

She muttered to herself, picked up the water cup, licked the water surface, rolled up her little tongue, and put the water into her mouth.

After doing this series of actions, her face turned red.

What happened recently?

Why do I feel like a cat?

The girl couldn't help but ponder.

She had been having some very strange dreams these days. In the dreams, it seemed to be a cat, trying to please its owner, licking its owner's fingers, and sleeping at its owner's feet.

Whenever she woke up from these dreams, Yujun felt hot all over and could not forget the gentle hands of the master in the dream.

She sighed,

"Well……"

At this moment, the voice of the maid came from outside.

"Miss, someone from the royal court is here."

Yujun stretched and walked out. She found that it was the messenger from the royal court, so she took the document.

She unfolded it and read ten lines at a glance.

Soon, he closed it expressionlessly.

"Does the king have any other instructions?"

The messenger bowed his head.

"The king only said that the maid should think and decide for herself."

"okay, I get it."

"I humbly resign."

The messenger withdrew respectfully.

Yujun frowned.

The document was a little beyond her expectations.

Originally, she was the one who was in charge of the autumn hunt, but for some unknown reason, the king sent Li Hulun, the left prince, who was completely at odds with the king.

In name, Yujun was still the leader, but with such a powerful figure second only to Wang Ting, things were bound to change.

Yujun suspected that this was something that Zuo Wang had insisted on.