The bright moon shines high on the balcony.
The feast was now coming to an end.
All the talented people in the hall were drunk with wine.
When poems were written before, Wu Anshi and Wu Anzhi would read them first. If they thought they were acceptable, they would teach them to Zhang Heng and Huang Guan for comment. After they approved, they would read them out in class.
Almost half of the poems receive this treatment.
At this point in the banquet, there were only a few songs left, and everyone didn't pay much attention to them. Instead, they were savoring what they had just chanted. Some people even started singing according to the words on the piece of paper on the spot.
Some people use their index finger to hit the knot on the wrist and sing the harmony softly.
When Zhang Heng read Zhang Yue's poem for the first time just now, some people didn't hear it clearly. When Wu Dalangjun asked Zhang Dun to comment, these people took the paper to taste it again.
Some people are reluctant to make opinions, so they hand the piece of paper to others and inevitably ask, "What do you think?"
For a moment, no one could comment on whether it was good or bad, and they all passed it on to the people sitting next to them.
Generally speaking, these talented people have their eyes above their heads. For example, Meng Haoran, Bai Juyi, and Du Fu's poems can be relegated. It is quite remarkable to be able to shock everyone for a while and make them speechless.
But is this poem good? What's so good about it? Everyone is also afraid that they may be wrong for a moment.
Even Zhang Heng's comments, which were based on half of Yizu's poems, did not end up saying, "Painting a tiger is not the opposite of a dog."
Now when it comes to Zhang Dun, who even Du Fu and Meng Haoran have belittled him, what does he say?
More than half of them already knew that Zhang Yue was Zhang Dun's younger brother.
Wu Anshi regretted it as soon as she opened her mouth. If she belittled Zhang Dun's temperament, it would cause the two brothers to have another feud, and then she would not be able to handle things well.
Zhang Dun said without thinking: "This poem sounds a bit rough in terms of literature and theory, which shows that I have not been practicing poetry for a long time. However, poetry can be developed and observed. From this point of view, the ambition of this poem is acceptable. I am afraid that it is just because of the great ambition that it will be neglected!"
Everyone laughed after hearing Zhang Dun's words. Zhang Heng smiled and said: "It's true that Zi Hou's words are still so impartial."
Although Zhang Heng said this, everyone felt even more relieved when they looked at Zhang Yue's poem again.
Huang Guan said with a smile: "I think what Zi Hou said is very true. 'Every surname in the world looks up' is like Yi Zu's 'The moon reaches the sky and all nations are bright'. Xu Xuan, the envoy of the Southern Tang Dynasty, had the intention of separatist rule. Yi Zu This poem expresses the intention of unifying the four seas."
"As for the thousands of people in the world who look up, it's like the names on the gold medal list, like a bright moon hanging high in the sky, which attracts all the people to look up to! Poems are used to express ambitions. If the person who wrote this poem couldn't be named on the gold medal list, it would just be a joke. It can be called a good one. He has great ambition but little talent. If he is named one day, it will be a good story."
Wu Anshi thought to herself that Huang Guanguo was really Zhang Dun's best friend. He always spoke well and considered everything for him, for fear that someone would get the wrong idea.
Wu Anshi smiled and said: "Brother Tongsou said it is absolutely true, come and drink this wine."
Huang Guan laughed.
The people on the left and right also nodded.
Indistinctly, a few talented people said words such as 'good' and 'good'.
If Zhang Yue's poem had just come out, and everyone had tasted it carefully and could not tell whether it was good or bad, now as a few people took the lead in commenting or making suggestions, everyone began to express their opinions on the poem. .
Someone else said: "It's too flamboyant. It's not a good thing to talk to young people like this. You will definitely show your sharpness in the future."
Others laughed and said: "It's too much. This is a famous poem, just like Chen Zi'ang smashing a thousand-gold harp. The tone is not loud and cannot move people."
"That's right. It's not surprising that you will die without stopping, but it's too arrogant. All the people in the world have to look up. It's not just ordinary people who want to look up, but also us?"
"Haha, yes. After all, who is this person?"
"I heard that he is a relative of Zhang Ziping and Zhang Zihou's younger brother."
"No wonder, no wonder, he turns out to be the son of a famous family."
"I heard that Fang entered Taixue. He went from the Nine Classics Department to the Jinshi Department, so he didn't study poetry for a long time."
"So that's it. Pucheng Zhang's family already has a number one scholar and a Fu Yuan. With this person's talent, it seems that the next subject will have one more Yuan."
"How about I wait and get acquainted."
While waiting for several people to arrive at Zhang Yue's seat, they saw that they were no longer there.
One person asked the maid: "Where has this Zhang Sanlang gone?"
The maid said sheepishly: "This gentleman has gone out to pay his respects."
"Chu Gong?" Everyone was stunned, that is, he didn't hear the discussion just now.
"When will you go to Izuku?"
The maid thought for a moment and pointed to Zhang Dun on the stage and said, "This man just went to pay his respects before commenting on this poem."
Everyone couldn't help but be stunned when they heard this, with expressions on their faces that looked like a smile but not a smile.
After the banquet was over, all the scholars returned home.
Wu Anshi and Wu Anzhi came to Wuchong and Li's house with a stack of paper.
As expected, Wu Chong had not rested yet. He picked up the pieces of paper and said to his two sons, "Tell me briefly what happened at tonight's banquet."
In fact, at today's banquet, in addition to Liu Ji and Zhang Yue, there were five or six young scholars who were not yet married.
Although it is not said that they can catch all the unmarried talents in Bianjing, this is also the scope of the network that the two Wu family men can reach.
The two of them talked about what happened at the banquet.
But Wu Chong stopped, handed over a piece of paper and asked, "Who is this Ma Wenqi?"
Wu Anshi explained, and Wu Chong put it aside.
Wu Chong added: "Zhang Ziping, Zhang Zihou, and Huang Tongsou are the three most talented people. Even if they are singing and singing for entertainment, they are far better than others."
"As for Liu Jidao, it is inferior. There is also this one, but no one has signed it. They reunite on the third or fifth day of the year, and the jade fence is protected by a handful of sunshine. It was only held out by the sky, and all the people in the world looked up."
Wu Chong smiled slightly.
"Dad, this is what Zhang Sanlang did. What do you think?"
Wu Chong asked: "What do you think?"
Wu An's poem said: "It can be seen that he is an ambitious person. The poems written here are all singing harmony, some praising the peaceful weather, some describing the feelings of unity, or feeling the separation of the clouds and sunshine. He is the only one whose poems are like this."
Wu Anzhi said: "What my brother said is absolutely true, and I think so too. However, having such ambition is a good thing. It's just a matter of whether you understand it or not, and whether you know how to repay your kindness. When I read this sentence, it's full of sunshine." "Guarding the Jade Railing," I think this person revealed something on his mind."
"Liu Zhidao, as my brother recommended, usually thinks very highly of himself. If he ever gets ahead in the future, he may think that he has to rely on his own abilities."
Wu Chong said: "The others didn't say anything?"
Wu An's poem said: "At the dinner table, Zhang Zihou commented that this poem seems to be rough in literature and science, but it can also be seen as a poem. My second brother and I agree very much."
Wu Chong laughed and said, "Don't these two brothers usually get along?"
Wu Anshi and Wu Anzhi looked at each other and said at the same time: "Dad is really smart, how do you know?"
"Everyone in the world looks up, and it's okay to cooperate on ordinary occasions, but when my brother is at the table, I just want to suppress him! At first I thought he wrote this poem to Zhang Ziping, but it turned out that it was really Zhang Zihou ."
Wu Anshi and Wu Anzhi showed admiration upon hearing this.
Wu An Shixun added: "Zihou must have known what was on his mind. It was rare that he didn't get angry and even covered it up. How do you think Zhang Zihou saw it?"
"I'm afraid only Zhang Zihou himself knows this. However, he is from Fuyuan. He will be a Jinshi in the future. He will also have his grandfather, father and two Jinshis and Zhang Yushi of his in-law family to support him. It will not be difficult for him to pursue an official career. But his younger brother is sent to I am from a poor family and have no noble people to help me. Even if I get Jinshi, I am afraid it will be difficult every step. Of course, if you can get a high rank, it is another matter."
The two brothers talked about it, but Wu Chong was noncommittal.
