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Chapter 123 Fighting Poems

The Clan Mansion was established in the founding of Daxia.

Until the current Majesty ascended the throne, it has been operating its functions.

It mainly coordinates the affairs of the royal family, is in charge of the roster of the royal family, and records the concubines, names and taboos, births and deaths, marriages, burials and other things of the royal blood.

At the same time, he is also in charge of the title and salary of the children of the royal family.

From the beginning of the Great Xia Dynasty to the time of the first emperor, if the blood of the royal family violated the law, they would be sent to the clan mansion for disposal according to regulations.

It was not until His Majesty ascended the throne today that the Clan Mansion was abolished.

It is said that "the emperor violated the law and committed the same crime as the common people", and handed it over to the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple to deal with it.

As for the real reason, whether it was because "the Son of Heaven broke the law and committed the same crime as the common people" or because of patricide, the Clan Mansion was abolished.

No one will know.

Of course, no one dared to ask.

Therefore, although the Clan Mansion was abolished, the ruins were still forbidden.

How to get in, how to avoid the danger, how to light the blue lantern, Jiangnan has to figure it out.

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Silent all night.

Often the snow is heavier than that in Hongzhou, and overnight, the whole streets and alleys are covered with snow.

Compared with Daxiuyi Wojufu Qingge handling affairs, the new year is approaching and all civil servants are very busy.

Jiang Nan just got up early in the morning, followed Jian Xun to the Xiuyi Mansion for a walk, got acquainted with everyone, and then went back to the other courtyard.

Suddenly I became idle.

And everyone in Xiuyi Mansion was very polite to him.

After all, most people know that one of their outer fingers, Embroidered Clothes, is about to become a Marquis.

He also won the appreciation of Daxiuyi.

Not only that, this guy is actually getting together with that vicious Jian Xiuyi, which makes countless people admire him.

You know, even Wang Chunyun, whose name resounds throughout the Xiuyi Mansion, avoids this woman.

I don't know how many lives this new young man gave to that demon girl.

Then, when they learned that the reason for the feudal lordship in the south of the Yangtze River was to cede territory for three thousand miles in the Western Regions, they suddenly realized.

Birds of a feather flock together.

The same is true of monsters and evildoers.

After returning to Qingfeng Mansion, Jian Xun immersed himself in writing the dossier again.

After all, the change in Hongzhou involves a lot and involves a lot.

Naturally, it is necessary to record the secrets in detail, review it in the tea room, and then hand it over to His Majesty for review, and then seal it up.

So it is estimated that this girl will not be able to relax years ago.

Just when Jiangnan was idle and had nothing to do, two figures sneakily appeared at the door, poking around.

One of them was a handsome young man who was wearing a thin Confucian shirt in winter and didn't feel the cold.

With a strange expression on his face, he frowned and said, "Brother Wang, isn't this Qingfeng Mansion the residence of your embroiderers? Why do we have to be so sneaky, like a thief?"

Wang Chunyun glared at him, "You know what!"

The young Confucian scholar frowned even more: "Brother Wang, we are people who study, how can we speak rudely..."

"Shut up, do you still want to see Jiangnan?" Wang Chunyun shouted.

The young Confucian scholar opened his mouth, but did not speak in the end.

He gently pushed open the gate of Luoqi Courtyard, and he was relieved when he found that only Jiang Nan was sitting in the courtyard without seeing Jian Xun's figure.

Just at this time, Jiang Nan sighed: "Brother Wang, you came here just now, why are you acting like a thief?"

Wang Chunyun chuckled, pulled the young man, and made it down.

"Brother Jiang, long time no see, where's Sister Xun?"

Jiang Nan gave him a blank look: "I don't understand that she was writing the dossier in Jiuhuayuan. You are so afraid of her? Except for being outspoken sometimes, I think Sister Xun is quite easy to get along with."

"That's just for you, you know... Forget it, let's not talk about her."

Wang Chunyun took a deep breath, "Brother Jiang, besides congratulating you on being a Marquis, there is one more thing to ask for this visit."

He pulled the young Confucian student next to him: "His name is Zhao Wenzhao. He was a disciple of the same academy as me. He studied under Zhao Ke, the great Confucian scholar. He is also the top poet of this year's Jinhua Poetry Association."

The young Confucian scholar was also respectful, and said: "Xiaosheng Zhao Wenzhao, I have met Lord Jiang."

Jiang Nan replied: "Brother Zhao, it's the first time we meet, and I've heard you famous for a long time."

At this time, Wang Chunyun said: "Brother Jiang, that's what happened—didn't you write poems in Wutieguo back then? This news has also spread to Daxia Academy."

"As you can see, Zhao Wenzhao is a fan of poetry. When he heard that you were going back to Beijing, he dragged me to see you."

Speaking of this, he showed a look of shame: "At the beginning, I asked this boy to compose a poem to help me coax an oiran girl. I owed him a favor, so I had to bring him here."

After that, he looked at Zhao Wenzhao: "Wen Zhao, I have already brought you in, if you have anything to say, you can tell Brother Jiang in person."

Zhao Wenzhao bowed again, his eyes burning, "Jiang Houye, you made the "Huanghu Song" in Wutie, which won Xiaosheng's admiration. I heard that you entered the capital today, and I am here to pay a visit!"

Jiang Nan understood it.

Judging from his expression, Zhao Wenzhao's visit is fake, but the fighting poem is real!

However, judging by his attitude, it doesn't seem to be making things difficult, but more like the feeling that a martial arts practitioner feels when he meets a strong man.

Jiang Nan cut straight to the point, "Brother Zhao, is this a poem?"

Zhao Wenzhao was also straightforward, nodded and said: "That's exactly the case, I also ask Lord Jianghou to enlighten me!"

Jiangnan pondered for a moment.

Suddenly remembered something.

When he asked Jian Xun about the clan's residence yesterday, the other party revealed something.

Because of the heavy grievances in the clan's mansion, it is a forbidden area within a radius of fifty miles.

Those who trespass into this area without permission will be killed without mercy.

But there are exceptions.

That is, after the New Year's Eve every year, the imperial court will conduct a "decontamination" of the clan mansion.

The candidates for "removing the filth" were selected from the righteous academies, led by the great Confucian Qin Ke, who recited articles to guide the righteousness of the world and clean the clan's mansion.

At that time, even though they can't enter the mansion, the person in charge of "removing the filth" will be able to get close to the outside of the clan mansion!

Thinking of this, Jiang Nan looked at Zhao Wenzhao and said, "Brother Zhao, if you want to fight poetry, it's fine, but I have one request."

Zhao Wenzhao was overjoyed to hear that he agreed so quickly, "Please tell me, Mr. Jiang!"

"If I win, please brother Zhao introduce Qin Daru for me!" Jiang Nan said.

Zhao Wenzhao looked puzzled. He didn't know why Jiangnan wanted to meet his teacher, but he still said, "Mr. Jiang, this matter is fine. Regardless of the outcome today, Wenzhao will introduce you to the teacher."

Jiang Nan smiled: "Then Brother Zhao will come up with the question, please!"

Zhao Wenzhao took a deep breath, his eyes were bright.

At this moment, he seems to have sunk into another realm. After changing his humility just now, his fighting spirit rises!

"It's snowing suddenly today, so let's use snow as the theme. What do you think of Lord Jiang?"

Jiang Nan nodded: "There is nothing you can do!"

After all, he stood up and walked towards the snow.

Zhao Wenzhao's expression suddenly changed!

No need for pen, ink, paper and inkstone, no need to think about brewing, Jiangnan is going to become a poem immediately!

While walking, Jiangnan recited the Tao,

"When six flowers fly into the house,"

"Sit and watch green bamboos transform into qiongzhi."

"Now it's better to go up to the tall building,"

"Cover all the evil roads in the world."

As soon as the words fell, the strong wind blew up and the people's robes were blown up, Zhao Wenzhao stood on the spot blankly.

His eyes are wide open, and none of Jiangnan's poems mentions snow.

But once the poem is completed, people can see the green bamboo wrapped in silver in the snow.

As if in a tall building, looking around, it is pure white, and even the most dangerous and rugged mountain roads are covered with heavy snow.

After a long silence, Zhao Wenzhao took a deep breath and cupped his hands:

"Mr. Jiang, you really are unparalleled in talent!"

At this moment, his title has changed from Lord Jiang to Mr.

All respect!