Shen Yongyong's face was swollen, his hands and feet were trembling, he reached out and made a fist, wanting to take action.
"The Golden Flower Party is about to begin, ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats."
There was a sound coming from the courtyard, making the scene quiet, and they all walked towards their positions. Shen Yong's face turned red at this time, and he did not dare to take action against Chen Yue. After all, he signed the contract, and once he took action, it was National law is added.
Chen Yue, Ji Boying, Ma Quan, and Zheng Jingren all sat down. The four of them came together, so they were adjacent to each other. It is worth mentioning that Shen Yong was also very close to them.
"Thank you."
Ma Quan bowed his hand to Chen Yue.
"You are welcome."
Chen Yue smiled and said: "This is the first battle of our Donglin Party."
In the previous chat, Chen Yue and the others had already decided on the name of this group as Donglin.
"In the golden autumn, the bright moon is unparalleled. During this beautiful scenery, Duke Song held a Golden Flower Party in the South Garden."
"Some people say that poverty is not as good as wealth. This is too vulgar. Some people say that wealth is not as good as poverty. This is too hypocritical. The poor and lowly do not have enough to eat and wear warm clothes every day, and their relatives and friends are cut off. The rich and noble live in the countryside every day, chanting Yue Yin Hua is in a different situation, but in terms of articles, there are more articles written by rich people than by poor people."
"Today Duke Song has made a contract with everyone, which is to allow the rich and the poor to sit together and communicate frankly, and to allow the poor to have a place to get ahead."
In literature and art, poverty and wealth are easily distinguished. Those with high cultivation must be rich, because a word can be worth thousands of gold. Those with low cultivation naturally have to work hard for food and clothing.
"Grand Scholar Huang Tianshun is also here today. He wants to recruit a disciple based on his merits. I hope all the officials will seize the opportunity."
Chen Yue sat below and saw that the scholar who was speaking was in his twenties, but he was very elegant and elegant.
"That's Song Weiguang's nephew."
Ji Boying whispered: "He is from the Hanlin Academy."
The Hanlin Academy is a holy place that all literati want to go to. It is also the threshold for those who have passed the imperial examination. There, they can work leisurely and write imperial edicts for the emperor. Their actions can influence the general trend of the world, and the literati's practice can also be improved. .
While Chen Yue and Ji Boying were talking in low voices, Song Weiguang, the great scholar, also walked out. He seemed to be a few years old, with gray eyebrows and beard, but he behaved well. Behind Song Weiguang, a group of gentlemen also came out. , including many "Lianpi" whom Chen Yue had greeted, and these people were led by Song Weiguang, including Huang Tianshun.
The bachelor whom Ma Quan wanted to become his disciple seemed to be in his forties, and he was meticulous in his clothes and beard.
"On the good night and the festive season, of course we give priority to writing poetry."
After Song Weiguang walked around, he sat down at the back. The person currently presiding over the ceremony, Song Weiguang's nephew Song Baozeng, a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, said: "I think you all have drafts in mind, and I want to celebrate this good night on this festive occasion." Expand your mind, so in this first round, we are not limited to the form of poetry, we just want you to have a clear mind."
"But at this time, I want to say something special. What my uncle hates the most is poetry with the theme of praising others. If any of you have it today, there is no need to take it out. I only need to take a look at it and I will read it. Throw it away."
The establishment of the Taiyuan Dynasty was also a result of generals usurping the throne and bullying orphans and widowed mothers. Therefore, at the beginning of the dynasty, there was a lot of suppression of literati. Therefore, the literati in the early days were silent and did not dare to speak their minds directly. However, the ministers in the court did The poems are also influenced by class, consistently praising saintliness and promoting a prosperous age.
Such poems and articles were the mainstream of this dynasty. After the Demon Saint fought a war thirty years ago, this mainstream was abandoned and people began to speak freely again.
At this time, at Song Weiguang's Golden Flower Party in Zhengyang Mansion, Hanlin scholars like Song Baozeng also showed that they were not interested, which was enough to show the will of the upper class.
The royal family's restrictions on literature and education were getting smaller and smaller.
At this literary meeting, everyone was talking a lot, and many of them had manuscripts in their minds. At this time, they wrote quickly and submitted the poems they had prepared.
Ma Quan was beside him. After thinking for a while, he wrote a poem on the white paper with regular handwriting.
There was a blank piece of paper in front of Chen Yue. For such a literary meeting, he was originally there to join in the fun, and he also wanted to see if he could push Ma Quan to become a disciple of Huang Tianshun. Therefore, instead of writing poems at this time, he looked at Ma Quan's poems.
"Bright moon, yellow flowers."
Chen Yue recited Ma Quan's poem, thought about it for a while, and said: "I feel that changing the bright moon to the new moon, and changing the yellow flowers to old flowers will give a sense of the flow of time in such poems, which will make it more beautiful." a little better."
As a time traveler, Chen Yue has tasted too many classic poems in various aspects and knows what classic poems should be like. At this time, he saw Ma Quan's poems, tasted them, and made some comments.
After hearing this, Ma Quan recited the poem twice. Sure enough, he felt that there was "old and new" in the poem, which corresponded to ancient and modern times, and also integrated the time and scenery into one place. From this, he sincerely bowed his hand to Chen Yue Gong and read this poem. Take it away, Ma Quan takes the verse away and rewrites it, while Chen Yue stands aside and puts the old manuscript on the table.
Chen Yue knows a lot about Yong Yue's poems, but Chen Yue doesn't like to pretend. As long as he knows in his heart that he has won, there is no need to use ancient poems to suppress this group of people who are working hard.
"The time is up, I'll collect the verses."
Tong Jinsheng walked over, reached out and took Shen Yong's poems not far away, looked at Shen Yong and smiled, and then began to collect them one by one.
Chen Yue reached out and took down the poem on the table, preparing to count it as a waiver.
"Wait!"
Tong Jinsheng, who was collecting poems, reached out and pressed the paper in Chen Yue's hand on the table. With a smile on his face, he said: "The time has come and no more revisions can be made. Just send this poem up." While speaking, Tong Jinsheng raised his hand again and saw a black fingerprint on Chen Yue's poem.
This is obviously ruined.
"Feel sorry."
Tong Jinsheng said sorry, without any apology on his face, and said, "About when I was collecting the paper, I got some pen and ink on my hand, so I can only trouble you to write a new one."
While speaking, Tong Jinsheng threw aside the paper in front of Chen Yue.
Shen Yong laughed loudly beside him.
Tong Jinsheng did this, obviously to find a place for him.
Seeing this, Chen Yue let out a long breath, looked at Tong Jinsheng, and said, "Apologise? You don't actually need to apologize."
Tong Jinsheng's face was full of pride. Of course he didn't need to apologize. As a paper collector, if he made a mistake, everyone would forgive him.
"Because I will go back with revenge."
Chen Yue picked up the inkstone and splashed the ink directly on Tong Jinsheng's face.
Since you are shameless, then be shameless.
