Chapter 35 Section VIII

"So that's it. I roughly understand the ins and outs of the matter. Then again, how is that ghost doing now?" Qingming asked after hearing Bi Zhongcen's explanation. "After the ghost came to the capital with Zhongjian, until today, it has been nearly a year, and I haven't heard his voice again, and I don't know where he is now." Zhongcen replied. "So that's what happened." "Yes, but it's not over yet." "Anything else?" "Please take a look at this..." Zhongcen took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Qingming.

Seimei opened the paper.Text is written on the slip of paper.It seems to be a waka.After reading the words on the piece of paper, Seimei called out softly. "What the hell is it..." Boya looked at the piece of paper beside Qingming, and after reading it, he also called out softly. On the piece of paper was written the following waka: "Seimei, this..." Boya said, "Isn't this very similar to Mr. Kansho's Waka?" "It is indeed similar to..." "what is the problem?" "Master Zhongcen, who made this waka?" Qingming asked. "This is one of the many waka that was not included when I compiled "Gujinji"."

"Why is it so similar to Kenshoda's waka?" "It's not that this waka is similar to Kansada's, but that Kansada's is very similar to this one." "You mean, Mr. Kansho used this waka as a basis to create his song "Selfish Heart Hidden Meaning"?" "yes." "Your Majesty and the Emperor are responsible for the referee, do you know about this?" "I think, probably don't know..." Taking a certain Waka as a base, and then creating another Waka similar to the base—this method was one of the well-known Waka creation techniques at that time.

However, if this kind of imitation waka is proposed in a waka competition, no matter how outstanding the waka is, it will get a negative result.Especially when the score is evenly matched with the opponent, if the opponent's Waka does not have any blueprints, but is a new creation, then of course the new work wins. In short, if this rule is followed, Kansei's waka should lose to Zhongjian's "I'm Infatuated with Iraqi". But in fact, Kanemori won. "However, Mr. Jiansheng is not responsible for this matter." Zhongcen said. In this waka competition, if there is someone who has to criticize, it should not be Kanemori, but the referee Fujiwara Miyori and the emperor who recommended Kanemori Waka.If we really want to pursue it, the responsibility lies in the fact that the referee and the emperor's Waka cultivation is not deep enough.However, since the judge of the outcome came from the intention of the emperor, it is impossible to directly accuse the emperor of his mistakes.

"So the truth of the matter is like this." Qingming crossed his arms and closed his eyes.After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "Anyway, it's not a bad idea for the three of us to meet Mr. Zhongjian together." "So, Master Seimei is willing to help..." "I'm not sure if I can help or not." "Then, what should we do next?" "Even if you want to go, you have to do it at night. Lord Zhongcen, you should take this opportunity to enjoy the cherry blossoms in the capital. Please come again at night." "Yes, the night must come."

"Bo Ya, you can come too." "Of course." Boya replied. "Then, Mr. Zhongcen, before you leave, please take one thing with you." Qingming said. "what?" "It's something like a charm. As long as you carry this with you, you can roam the streets and alleys of the capital with peace of mind." Seimei raised his face, slammed his hands twice, and shouted: "Qing Chong, Qing Chong, help me prepare some pen and ink." Not long after, the woman who had just come to report Zhong Cen's visit appeared dragging the hem of Twelve Singles.

The woman holds a box of pen, ink, paper and inkstone in both hands. Qingming rubbed the ink himself, picked up the pen and paper, held the paper up high, so that Boya and Zhongjian could not see the content, and rustled some words on the paper. After the ink on the paper was dry, he folded the paper and said to Zhongcen: "Put this in your arms, and you can go to enjoy the cherry blossoms..." "Isn't it okay not to enjoy the cherry blossoms?" Zhong Cen took the charm and asked. "This has nothing to do with what happened tonight, please be sure..." "Yes." Zhong Cen put the folded paper into his arms.

"Boya, anyway, there is still time before night, let Qingchong go buy some wine and come back while it is now." "liquor?" "Well, during the time Mr. Zhongcen is going to enjoy the cherry blossoms, we will probably be unbearably cold." Qingming said without doing his own thing.