In the venue, after a brief silence, a few sparse but bold boos suddenly sounded.
"That's not fair!"
Xu Dapeng stood up directly and said loudly: "Everyone can see that Brother Gao Yang's poems are better than those of Mr. Zheng! How can you convince the public when you make such judgments in full view of the public?"
Among the crowd, someone immediately echoed.
"Bold!" A great scholar slapped the table, "I am the judge, how can I allow you to make irresponsible remarks here!"
"Why not!" Xu Dapeng said happily and without fear, "Everyone can see the quality of this poem. Who can not see the right and wrong? We have been told by our teachers since we were young to be sincere and open-minded. Do you, teachers and commanders, deserve this sentence for what you did today?"
A truly qualified troll must not only dare to troll those who are weaker than him or her, but also dare to troll the powerful.
"presumptuous!"
Another great scholar also slapped the table and was about to speak. The great scholar who had made the decision earlier reached out to stop him. He glanced at the field and said slowly:
"As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the door. As I just said, we agree that the two poems are superior and inferior, and we also agree that this one [Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times] is slightly better than [Autumn is sad but not inevitable] , but there is not much difference between the two, both are rare masterpieces. Both poems are unconventional and written in a high-spirited manner, which adds a lot of color to their respective poems. It is refreshing, but it is also for this reason that the first one to write this poem Those who break through the problem with their ideas should be rewarded, and those who come after them will more or less take advantage."
"Therefore, after our comprehensive consideration, Autumn Qi Kansei is not necessarily the winner. We all accept the objections in your hearts, but we make our judgment with a clear conscience."
He glanced around, and the great scholar's majesty and confidence were undoubtedly revealed, and he said loudly, "You have no right to change it!"
As soon as these words came out, many people who supported Zheng Tianyu were immediately convinced, but most of them were fair people who did not take sides.
After listening to the words of the great scholars, they couldn't help but sigh.
This evaluation of poetry is not just a matter of two people talking about it. You can find an angle to explain it no matter what.
Calling black things white and white things black is the specialty of scholars, isn't it?
Everyone can see that Xia Jingyun's poems are better than Zheng Tianyu's poems, but even these great scholars can't tell.
In fact, they couldn't see it at all. They saw far away and saw that Zheng Tianyu was a disciple of Xuezheng in Zhouxue and that Zheng Tianyu was the son of the prefect of Jianning.
If you were to assume that Xia Jingyun was the son of the prefect and a disciple of righteousness, you would see what these great scholars would choose.
"How can a humble citizen fight against such a big shot?"
"Justice really only exists among little people!"
"You should be grateful to be able to share the stage with a big shot. How dare you win against a big shot after eating a bear's heart?"
"I'm worried now whether he will be found dead in the wilderness one day."
Everyone murmured in a low voice, and the grief, anger and speechlessness that poured out of their hearts seemed cautious.
These still have a certain level of literary appreciation. For those who are just watching the fun, under the aura of the highly respected Confucian scholar, they began to sneer at Xu Dapeng and others who are "dead ducks with tough mouths".
In their eyes, this is like a loser!
After listening to the words of the great scholar on the stage and the noisy discussions around him, Xia Jingyun, who was silent for a moment, turned to look at Zheng Tianyu, "Aren't you going to say something?"
Zheng Tianyu stood calmly, "Zheng always respects his teacher."
Xia Jingyun whispered: "How about we make a deal, you do me a favor, I accept the result, turn around and leave."
Zheng Tianyu raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
Xia Jingyun pursed his lips and sneered in his heart, inexplicably remembering what the cross talk master who was not in line with the mainstream said after he became Ling Jueding, I just wanted to be a dog...
You powerful people are so greedy!
He turned around and looked around the field, and suddenly smiled, "If this is the case, then I will play with you!"
He has never seen any big or small scenes in the past, but you guys with evil intentions just want to eat me like this.
There is no way!
"They are your teachers, but they are not qualified to be my teachers."
Xia Jingyun sneered and said loudly: "I don't accept it!"
The sound spread throughout the field, surprising many people.
On the stage in front, the high-ranking scholar did not panic at all and said calmly, "What are you dissatisfied with?"
Xia Jingyun half-smiled, "I want to ask, what if I write another poem now that is also far better than this Mr. Zheng's, and I don't use that idea of breaking the topic?"
"Wenhui has its own rules here. Your poem has been published. Even if you write a hundred more poems, it will be useless."
"You see, the rules are in your mouth." Xia Jingyun sneered: "He and I used the same idea to solve the problem, and came up with a better poem than him. This is clearly the most intuitive and clear winner, but in your mouth, actually It's plagiarizing his ideas. Then why didn't you make it clear beforehand, and why did you have two people write a question together? Is it the level of poetry or the background of the poet that supports your decision?"
A great scholar said meaningfully: "Young man, I understand your frustration, but things are unpredictable, and you still have a great future, so don't make any mistakes."
"Is this a threat?" Xia Jingyun grinned, "Then let me threaten you too. We, the students from Sishui Prefecture, organized this art festival to congratulate Empress Dowager De. Everyone has the heart to serve the country. , you came here to show your talent, you are confusing right and wrong, aren’t you trying to discredit Concubine De?”
"Presumptuous!" The scholar didn't dare to take the blame. He slapped the table and said, "Come here, take this madman down! Drive him out with a stick!"
Xia Jingyun stood tall and proud, and in the eyes of everyone, his straight back was like the truly unyielding backbone of a scholar.
Several soldiers rushed in with weapons and walked toward Xia Jingyun menacingly.
"stop!"
A woman's voice sounded.
Feng Xiuyun walked in quickly, with a frosty face, and said coldly: "Gentlemen, what are you going to do? Are you going to have a literary meeting or a martial arts fight? Get out of here!"
Xia Jingyun breathed a sigh of relief. He was betting that this female official in the palace would stand up. Whether it was out of friendship, talent, or for the money she could get, as long as she stood up, he would be the winner. can be preserved.
By then, even if Wen Kui cannot be taken back, his reputation of not fearing power will be spread far and wide.
To be famous, why not be famous? Once you become famous, everything becomes easier.
Seeing Feng Xiuyun's arrogant appearance, the four great scholars looked at each other. Xu Xiancheng, who was maintaining order at the scene, quickly came up, first calmed Feng Xiuyun, drove the soldiers away, and then explained Feng Xiuyun's identity to the four great scholars.
Unexpectedly, the four great scholars instantly became disdainful when they heard this, "Who do I think I am? When will a palace maid be able to show off in front of us!"
"Since you are the one who stands in front of the empress, you should concentrate on doing your own thing. Don't interfere with things that are not yours to do! Otherwise, the saliva of the world's literati will drown you!"
"For the sake of my Majesty, I will give you a place to watch the ceremony. Get out of here quickly! You have no place to speak here!"
The great scholars sneered on their faces and disdained to speak, their literati character clearly revealed.
"Master Feng is not qualified to speak, what about me?"
Su Shidao separated the crowd, walked out, and looked at the people on the stage coldly, "Do some of my colleagues think that I am not qualified?"
Many scholars nearby recognized him and all said hello, "I've met Mr. Su."
As long as they are from the Zhou School, who doesn't know that Mr. Su is Mr. Guanlu's favorite disciple, and his knowledge is the best in the Zhou School. More importantly, he has never shown his origin in his actions, and he cares a lot for these poor students. Among the Zhou School, Always do justice.
Xu Dapeng and others couldn't help but be excited. When Mr. Su comes, the sky will be clear!
The four people on the stage were stunned for a moment, but someone immediately responded, "Brother Zicheng, Xuezheng has entrusted me to be the judge today. If you have anything to say, let's talk about it when you come down."
"Yes, the sages have said that a circle cannot be formed without rules. Since we are the judge, we have the final say here. If you have any opinions, we can discuss them later."
"You!" Su Shidao was so angry that his beard was trembling, "You are holding a cultural gathering under the banner of Concubine De, but you are doing this perverse and confusing right and wrong. Aren't you afraid that Concubine De will find out and cause big trouble? "
"Su Zicheng! Don't be slanderous!" The scholar on the stage slapped the table with a stern voice, "What we say is all out of fairness. Even if Concubine De is here, we will still judge in the same way!"
"Yeah?"
An old voice remembered, and then an old man slowly walked out of the crowd. Under the protection of his guards, he looked at the four people on the stage with an unkind expression.
The faces of the great scholars who had been calm and composed before suddenly turned frightened.
Mr. Yun!
