When Daiyu wrote this poem "Yym of Burial Flowers", she may have been too deeply emotionally involved. She abandoned the usually restrained and dignified hairpin regular script, and instead wrote in regular regular script to fully express her meaning and show her more elegant demeanor as a talented woman.
The two great scholars Zeng and Luo were immediately attracted by Daiyu's running script poem. After reading two lines of the poem, they exclaimed in unison and couldn't help but stand up. Zeng Daru recited it loudly. stand up.
“When the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity them when the red color disappears and the fragrance disappears?
The soft hairspring is tied to the floating spring pavilion, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtain.
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How long can the bright and fresh beauty last? Once wandering, it is hard to find.
Flowers are easy to see when they are in bloom but hard to find when they are gone. The person who buries the flowers is killed in front of the steps.
When I pick up the fragrant hoe alone, I secretly shed my tears, and when I sprinkle the flower branches, I can see traces of blood.
The cuckoo is speechless at dusk, and the hoe returns to cover the heavy door.
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"This...this...this...the color of the flowers will change this year, and who will be there next year when the flowers bloom again. The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year. County Master Lin completed this picture of funeral flowers A story, and it is written about the fate of a beauty, making people unable to help but shed tears when reading it. It is about Hua Yi? It is about human beings."
The old boy was amazed, and the audience was completely silent.
The Central Plains has experienced a hundred years of bad taste in the previous dynasties, and poetry is not as good as in the past. There are very few long poems in the early Tang Dynasty.
Not wanting to reappear today from the pen of a young girl, Zeng Daru and Luo Daru were no longer bothered to pay attention to Shimazu Hisama, who was dazed and confused with his pen. They turned their attention to the Jia family's box, feeling the urge to rush up and recruit disciples.
"What a pity, what a pity..."
It's a pity that Lin's daughter is just a girl. It would be great if she was a brother. He must find her, take her under his wing, and inherit her mantle.
Zeng Daru sighed repeatedly, but Luo Daru, with quick eyesight and quick hands, snatched the poem manuscript into his hand, rolled it up and stuffed it into his arms.
"Old man Luo, what are you doing? Why don't you hand over the poem manuscript quickly? I haven't commented on it yet. Everyone is waiting for the results of the competition!"
"You old fox, you still want to lie to me. You need to comment on this poem? A competition? What competition? If a Japanese can write 10% of the level of this poem, I will count him as the winner!"
"You can't keep it, hand it over, hand it over, I haven't remembered everything yet..."
"Hey, hey, hey, keep talking, don't move your hands or feet!"
Luo Daru pushed aside Zeng Daru's extended hand and stepped aside. I happened to see Shimazu Hisama holding a pen in a daze, with ink droplets dripping and staining the snow-white paper.
He frowned and said disdainfully: "Young man, you have also heard this poem by County Master Lin. If you think you can match County Master Lin's level, you can continue. If not, you should go down as soon as possible. Study poetry and books carefully.”
"I remember that County Lord Lin is no longer in his prime, Shimazu Hisama, right? You can't even compete with a little girl, and you dare to compete with Uncle Yongfeng? I don't even dare to say a poem about the competition in front of Uncle Yongfeng."
Zeng Daru took advantage of the situation and used his words as a sword to stab Shimazu Hisama. He grabbed Luo Daru's clothes and pounced on him.
The two great scholars "struggled" in public over a poem manuscript. Any competition and judging had long been forgotten.
Only then did everyone in the audience react. They burst into laughter and booed one after another. Some people even placed bets on the spot, paying no attention to Shimazu Hisama who was in a dilemma.
Two scholars in their sixties were arguing with each other on the high platform, but it was Xueyan who came over holding another poem manuscript that saved their friendship.
"Zeng Daru and Luo Daru, the county magistrates have written another poem. Please review it and give their advice." Zijuan slowly walked up to the high platform holding another poem manuscript and smiled proudly.
"I don't dare to give you advice. I am just too old. County Master Lin's literary talents are as good as those of the former Tang Dynasty. It is an eye-opener for me today..."
Luo Daru happily put away the poem manuscript in his arms and nudged Zeng Daru: "Stop talking nonsense, it is more serious to appreciate County Lord Lin's poems. Girl, please!"
Zeng Daru guarded the slowly opened poem manuscript as if guarding against a thief, his alert eyes filled with surprise.
Luo Daru was in a similar situation and started to read in a daze.
"The March Incense Nest has been built, the swallows in the beams are so ruthless!
Although you can peck at the flowers next year, you won’t be able to leave your empty nest alone.
The soul of a flower is hard to retain as the soul of a bird, the bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed;
May I have wings under my wings and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.
People who bury flowers today are laughing like idiots, but who do you know who they will bury next year?
Look at the spring flowers gradually falling, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age;
Once the spring is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die without knowing it!
Where is the fragrant hill at the end of the sky?
It is not like a brocade bag to collect beautiful bones, but a handful of pure soil to cover up the wind.
It is better to come and go clean than to be trapped in filthy ditches. "
Pa da~
puff!
Before the two great scholars could comment, Shimazu Hisama who was on the side had just finished listening to Luo Daru's recitation. He suddenly put down his pen on the high platform, and his face turned extremely pale for an instant. Then a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, staining the paper like ink, which was very shocking.
"Shimazu-kun..."
"Second brother..."
The Japanese on the stage were in a mess. At the moment Shimazu Hisayama vomited blood and fell, Zeng Daru flicked his long sleeve and covered it with the poem manuscript held by Zicuckoo.
The blood that Shimazu Hisayama spurted stained his neat scholar's shirt, but his mind was entirely on Daiyu's new work and he couldn't care about anything else.
"You almost stained my poem, you almost stained my poem!"
The old boy muttered to himself, but the people in the audience shouted in dissatisfaction.
"Hurry and hand over County Lord Lin's poem manuscript, we haven't finished copying it yet."
"That's right, County Lord Lin's poems are not the private property of the two of you. They are the treasures of my Great Xia!"
The crowd was so excited. How arrogant Shimazu Hisama was on stage just now, now he is so proud in the audience.
County Lord Lin was so angry that Shimazu Hisama vomited blood and fainted with two poems, which overwhelmed all the Japanese people present and lost the courage to even write.
Some people in the audience could not help but run up to the two great scholars, staring at them with green eyes...
"Hahahahaha..."
The Supreme Emperor in the box laughed with satisfaction, patted the armrest of the Grand Master's chair and said to Liu Heng: "Lin Hai's daughter has indeed lived up to my expectations. I must reward you heavily."
What is the appropriate reward?
Liu Heng was also very satisfied with the effect of Daiyu's use of poetry to beat Shimazu Yerou. He was about to reward him with poems and books, but suddenly he changed his reward to another one.
"Father, what do you think of my adopted daughter?"
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There were three agreed-upon competitions, and the first poetry competition was so overwhelming that the Japanese didn't even dare to write because of two poems written by Daiyu unexpectedly.
The judges on the high platform didn't know how to decide the outcome. The emperor said arrogantly that ten people faced ten people. If it was already decided that it was a tie, it would be a tie. This was barely considered a tie.
But Daiyu's attack seemed to have shattered the Japanese's confidence. During the math competition, the Japanese who had learned from the West asked several math questions, and all of them were calculated by the talents of the Imperial Academy.
On the contrary, it was the Imperial College students who came up with the questions. Eight of the ten Japanese students scratched their heads and scratched their heads, leaving only a drop of ink on the paper.
When a Japanese student suddenly went crazy on the stage, shouting about new Western learning, how could people in Daxia understand it? How could people in Daxia know about pi?
The supervisor of the Imperial College was startled by this man's crazy appearance. After hearing his words clearly, he wanted to slap him in the face with "Zhou Bi Suan Jing" and "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic".
Finally, I thought about it, forget it, why worry about these short guys? If I have time, I might as well enjoy the Lin poems I just copied.
In three games, the Japanese had one draw and one loss, and the pressure was instantly put on Wu Bi's side. Shimazu Kumi is a smart man. When she saw that her own morale was low, she said that her brother Shimazu Hisama was unconscious. She was worried that her brother could not concentrate on today's banquet, so she proposed to hold the third game another day.
The Ministry of Rites received the holy will and granted Shimazu Kumi's request. When the Japanese retreated, the entire Xiyin Tower cheered. When the luncheon was served, there were many people going to the Jia family box to toast.
In the end, after Jia Cong and Daiyu discussed it, they joined hands on the high platform and drank to everyone in return, thus giving everyone in the Jia family a moment of peace and tranquility.
However, this calm was only temporary. Not long after everyone returned home, the news spread throughout the capital that Lin County Chief Liangshi Zhenguo was provoking Japanese people and vomiting blood.
The saying that everything is inferior but only those who are well-educated are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The singing of Daiyu's two poems soon made the talented and beautiful people all over the capital go to Rongguo Mansion to post for free with their eyes shining.
Zeng Daru and Luo Daru finally ran back home with their poems in hand. The threshold was almost broken, and people came to visit and admire them every day.
Even the poems written by Daiyu and her sisters in the past have been translated by interested people, and some merchants have published them in volumes and sold them in shops.
Of course, as Daiyu's talent and fame spread, a lot of rumors secretly arose. For example, there is a sentence in "The Song of Burial Flowers": "Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the frost, the sword force each other." Some people say that Daiyu was alluding to the Jia family's harsh treatment of orphans, and took the opportunity to express her sorrow and sorrow.
Some people also talked about the "gold and jade marriage" that had been passed down in the early years, and then Jia Cong came to the door and taught him to be a good person with his fists.
Two days later, the martial arts competition was fierce, but it also boosted Daxia's bravery.
Aspiring men from first-class martial arts families such as Ying Gongfu and Chengen Gongfu shocked the entire capital with their ten-game victory.
Zhang Qiguang, the grandson of the British Duke Zhang Yue and a student of the Imperial College, recited poems and defeated four Japanese swordsman masters with one man, and became famous in Gyeonggi.
It is said that even several of his teachers at the Imperial Academy were shocked. They never expected that the usually gentle and elegant scholar could have such high swordsmanship.
For a time, the people in the capital directly put Zhang Qiguang and Jia Cong together, saying that they were both talented in both civil and military affairs, and that they were two outstanding figures in the Xia Dynasty.
On August 14, at the court meeting before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the emperor issued an imperial edict to the Japanese envoys of the Satsuma Domain, saying that the Japanese empire was benevolent. Although the Japanese lost the competition, they still gave a reward and allowed Satsuma Domain students to attend the Imperial Academy.
As for the sale of firearms, the emperor ordered Uncle Yongfeng and Jia Cong, the minister of the Ministry of Inspection and Industry, to have full authority to handle it.
With a flat smile on his face, Jia Cong nodded to the Satsuma Domain envoy and said, "I hope that the people of the Satsuma Domain understand technology..."
Jia Cong didn't care whether the people of Satsuma Domain "understood technology or not". The master craftsmen of the Ministry of Industry really understood technology.
Jia Cong went to the Ministry of Industry as soon as he went to court. After chatting with several master craftsmen for a while, one of the master craftsmen drew a sketch of the castrated version of the Shenwu General Cannon.
The Ministry of Rites has also secretly contacted people from other vassal towns in Japan. In a few days, Jia Cong plans to invite the envoys of the vassals together to see if they understand the technology.
The more chaotic the Japanese country, the better.
In this way, the Celestial Empire can more quickly sow the seeds of kindness and civilization in every inch of the Japanese land.
Jia Cong had lunch with several master craftsmen at the Ministry of Industry. Before the meal was finished, a scribe came to report that someone from Rongguo Mansion was looking for him.
When he left the imperial city in doubt, he saw his retainer Er Gouzi rushing to greet him and said happily: "Third Master, I am so happy!"
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Not only was Jia Cong called home, but Lin Ruhai and Jia Zheng were also called back from the Yamen by the old lady.
Because Rong Guofu received another imperial edict from the emperor, but this time it was Daiyu.
"The palace is already preparing for the ceremony. Tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, your majesty will accept Yu'er as his adopted daughter in front of the clan, nobles, civil and military officials, and give the princess a golden title to enter the Royal Jade Butterfly."
The chamberlain who announced the decree had been gone for a long time, but the old lady still hadn't come back to her senses.
After hearing Daiyu's poems and meritorious service, she knew that the emperor would definitely give her a reward, but she didn't expect that he would give such a heavy reward.
But Mr. Jing and Lin Ruhai sitting in the hall understood the reason why the emperor did this. Even Jia Cong, who was equally shocked, also guessed it.
The royal family does not lack the title of a princess. Using the name of a princess to win over Lin Ruhai and the Jia family can also be used to promote the emperor's good reputation of attaching great importance to talents and make a lot of money.
Of course, there must be other reasons for this, and the emperor did not tell Jia and Lin.
That is because the sage felt that the literary spirit of the Great Xia should be reflected in Jia Cong, a fat little man who was born with wisdom, and the girl of the Lin family who was gifted with literary talent.
The military fortunes of Daxia were vividly displayed during the Zhaowu period. What is lacking now is the flourishing poetic talent like that of the former Tang Dynasty.
Can a prosperous age be called a prosperous age without poetry and singing? Since the girl of the Lin family is so good at poetry, she should be my royal daughter.
By the way, there is also a royal son-in-law who can write poetry, what a beautiful thing.
The saint's abacus was rattling, and he had already planned to hold more than ten grand poetry gatherings a year, and asked his granddaughter and grandson-in-law to write dozens of good poems for him to promote the prosperous age of Zhaowu.
Daiyu changed into a princess crown and was accompanied by the old lady and Lin Ruhai. Jia Cong acted as an escort and entered the palace to express her gratitude.
In front of the palace gate, I met Shimazu Kumi, who also came to express his gratitude. However, compared to the beaming Jia and Lin families, Shimazu Kumi and the Japanese Japanese who accompanied him were much more reluctant.
Along with the imperial edict conferring Daiyu the title of Princess Wen'an, was sent to Sifangguan the title of Shimazu Kumi as the imperial concubine.
However, unlike the original idea of the Shimazu family, Shimazu Kumi is not going to the harem of Emperor Liu Heng, but will be canonized as Concubine Rei and enter the Dragon Head Palace to serve the late Emperor Liu Ji.
Jia Cong saw Shimazu Kumi looking at Daiyu with eyes filled with jealousy and resentment, and he sneered and walked over slowly.
"I pay my respects to Concubine Rei. I hope that the divine grace will come from heaven. As the natal family of Concubine Rei, the Satsuma Domain will definitely be grateful for the emperor's grace. I wonder what the Satsuma Domain will give Concubine Rei as a dowry. It can't be too shabby. Otherwise, others will think that the Satsuma clan is dissatisfied with the gift from the Celestial Empire, which will affect the mood of the Daxia navy officers and soldiers."
Jia Cong's next words made Shimazu Kumi's pupils shrink and he stepped back.
I saw Jia Congdong looking into the distance and said quietly: "Wang Chenghai, the commander of Jinghaiwei, respects the saint the most. If he knows that Satsuma Domain is dissatisfied with the saint, he will be very unhappy. If he is unhappy, he likes to have sex. Something like that. So Princess Rei had better ask General Shimazu what the dowry is."
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I’ll stop here tonight and continue tomorrow.
Good night!
(End of chapter)
