"Then please invite Mr. Liu to be the host of this literary battle!"
Master Qingwu said.
A thin old man walked out of the private room on the second floor, followed by a young man.
The thin old man looked elegant and modest, but the young man behind him seemed a little careless. He was holding a bottle of wine in his left hand and a chicken leg in his right hand, as if he was watching the fun.
These two people were Liu Bin, the Minister of Rites, and his son Liu Jibai.
"Since the hospital master has spoken, I can't refuse, so I'll shamelessly be the host for you two!"
Liu Bin's appearance also shocked everyone present.
The rank of Zuo Shilang in the Ministry of Etiquette of the third rank is no small figure. Many Jinshi may not reach the rank of Shilang at the end of their career.
Liu Bin is even more different to the students present. As the left minister of the Ministry of Rites, there is a high probability that he will be one of the examiners for next year's examination. For this group of candidates who have not won the Jinshi, he is the target of fawning.
"See Mr. Liu!"
All the students bowed and saluted Liu Bin.
Liu Bin waved his hand on the second floor, "We will stop talking about romance in Qingwu Courtyard today. I don't have an official position, so you can just think of me as an older man with a little more qualifications!"
Having said that, the students present were still restrained. If someone said something regardless of their official position, it might just be a polite word. If you take it seriously, then it's your fault!
Chu Gong bowed his hands to Liu Bin and said, "Then let Mr. Liu come up with the question!"
Liu Bin nodded, "Then I'll be shameless!"
Liu Bin first announced the method of the competition, which was to compare poems and win two out of three games.
The questions were prepared by Liu Bin, and ten questions were put in a box. Topics will be drawn by the chosen people. Both sides have a time limit to burn a stick of incense. After the incense is extinguished, the poem will be completed and will be judged by Liu Bin and everyone present!
Master Qingwu was the first to speak, "This method is very fair, so let's follow it!"
Chu Gong also said he had no objection!
Seeing that there was no objection from both parties, Liu Bin took pen and paper, wrote ten questions in a moment, and then put them into a wooden box.
After showing everyone to show fairness, a wealthy businessman was selected to draw the first question.
The wealthy businessman blindly drew a lot from the wooden box and wrote: I will stand with you in my free time at dusk, laughing in front of the stove and asking if the porridge is warm, feeling lonely.
It is requested that these two lines of poetry be the main theme and write about loneliness.
As the title was announced, a stick of incense was lit.
Liu Jibai, who was upstairs, was gnawing on the chicken legs and became very relished at the sight.
Although he is a playboy and does not understand poetry, he likes to watch the fun!
Liu Jibai patted his father on the shoulder, "Dad! Who do you think will win!?"
Liu Bin was already somewhat accustomed to his son's appearance, so he said angrily, "Chu Gong is Yuezhou's Jieyuan after all. Yuezhou has been a major imperial examination state since ancient times, with countless talented people. He can stand out from Yuezhou and become Jieyuan." , Chu Gong must have his true talents and learning."
"If the other questions are answered, that's all. But this question is the most outlandish among the ten questions asked by my father. How can ordinary people answer the question if they don't even know the source!?"
Liu Bin is obviously optimistic about Chu Gong.
The aristocratic family’s collection of books is not comparable to that of ordinary people!
Liu Jibai disagreed with Liu Bin on the spot, "Then I'm optimistic about Master Qingwu! Just because of Master's voice! It's so beautiful! It's so touching! The lingering sound lingers in my head! I definitely can't lose!"
Liu Bin rolled his eyes at his stupid son angrily and said disdainfully.
"Can a female businessman defeat Yuezhou Jieyuan?! If you can really win, I will call you dad from now on!!"
Liu Bin had already seen through this literary competition. It was most likely a propaganda method of Qingwu Academy, and he might have reached a private agreement with Chu Gong.
Chu Gong can thus promote his literary reputation, and Qingwuyuan can also gain a reputation among literary talents. Both sides get what they need!
Liu Bin thought he had seen too many tricks like this!
"I stand with you at dusk when I am free, and I laugh in front of the stove and ask if the porridge is warm." The words come from "Six Chapters of a Floating Life". Chu Gong has thousands of books in his home, so he has naturally read them.
Suddenly, Chu Gong's literary thoughts surged like a spring, and he wrote like a god!
However, "Six Chapters of a Floating Life" is just a collection of autobiographical essays by a scholar. It is not widely circulated, and most people do not even know about this book.
Chu Gong was bored in his spare time, so he read it casually. He didn't believe that a woman like the Master of Qingwu would read this book!
Behind the screen on the third floor, the master of Qingwu Courtyard is polishing ink with his bare hands, and his red sleeves are fragrant.
Yang Qingyuan was speechless. He had to write even the characters himself. This was so true! The master of Qingwu Academy is not even willing to copy it once. This is outrageous!
Master Qingwu looked at Yang Qingyuan's writing and said through a message, "I didn't expect Lord Yang to be able to write such beautiful hairpins and regular script! I actually underestimated Lord Yang!"
Yang Qingyuan usually writes in regular script, and he also likes thin gold script, so he became famous for it, but this does not mean that Yang Qingyuan will not use other fonts.
With his profound calligraphy skills, coupled with Yang Qingyuan's absolute control over his own muscle essence, changing fonts is nothing more than a simple matter.
Not only Yang Qingyuan, but also most of the Yuan Hua realm masters in the world. Although some of them are semi-literate, they can all write well with simple practice! It's so true!
The number of Yuanhua realms is much less than that of Jinshi! !
Every three years, there are 365 candidates for each subject. On average, 120 Jinshi are born every year!
But on average, there will not be a hundred Yuan Hua realms produced in a year!
"time up!"
As the fragrance came later, a scholar in charge of timing gave a signal.
Everyone present opened the book written by Chu Gong, and one of them read aloud.
“No one stands with me at dusk, no one asks me if my porridge is warm.
No one listens to my heartfelt confession, no one interprets my dream.
No one holds back the tears in my eyes, no one worries me and I walk alone.
Looking back at the place that had always been desolate, the lights were dim and no one cared about it. "
A scholar on the side praised it after reading it, "What a poem! Brother Chu is worthy of Yuezhou Jieyuan. The whole poem starts with the word "no one", expresses his heart directly, and writes the word loneliness vividly. Brother Chu It’s so touching and feels so lonely in my heart!!”
Yang Qingyuan, who was on the third floor, didn't know what to say when he heard this comment. !
He seriously doubted that Chu Gong's Jieyuan was bought with money. It cannot be said that the writing was not good, but it was just a bit inconsistent with the standard of Yuezhou Jieyuan.
However, there is only time for a stick of incense and no time for deliberation, so it is reasonable to think poorly.
As for the person who is flattering, Yang Qingyuan can guarantee that he is definitely flattering!
Even so, everyone present still did not think that the master of Qingwu Academy could beat Chu Gong.
"The following is a poem by the director of the hospital!"
A little maid came down and unfolded the poem.
"The setting sun reflects on me at dusk, and the residual stove smiles and asks if the porridge is warm.
The moth flies into the flame and turns off the light, and the pen and inkstone grind out the ink for half a lifetime.
When you sit down, you will know that the tea is cold, and the bright moon will shine on you and you will be looking at the stars.
The spring rain wipes away the tears of lovesickness, and I am alone in my dream of falling in love.
Looking back at the dimly lit place, I can only see the shadow of my body under the candlelight. "
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