Zhao Tong watched carefully, but he shook his head while watching. He couldn't say it was bad or good, it was mostly satisfactory.
There are actually more than just poems on the flower bed pillars and walls. There are also two short poems mixed in, but they are not very outstanding, just neat.
Poems and articles about the Mid-Autumn Festival have been written for many years. They describe the scenery, the moon, the joys and sorrows, and are almost universally written by predecessors. It is extremely difficult to write something that will be a blockbuster and be passed down to future generations.
Although it is difficult to become famous in one fell swoop, it is not impossible to write a song that is well-received and sung by the world. However, none of the songs on the wall can achieve that, and they are all mediocre.
Zhao Tong glanced at these poems, frowned slightly and shook his head. They really didn't appeal to his eyes.
Next to them, Zhao Fujin and Zhao Yan were also reading. Zhao Fujin read slowly, but Zhao Yan read ten lines at a time, and then asked: "Second brother, how are these poems?"
Zhao Tong didn't want to comment and said calmly: "It's okay."
Although Zhao Tong didn't have much literary talent, he did have some knowledge. Hearing what Zhao Tong said, he couldn't help but know something in his heart, and said: "The writing is just average. I wonder why the reading is boring. I read the next sentence and forgot the previous one. "
Zhao Fujin smiled at the side: "How can you remember ten lines in one glance?"
Zhao Chu said: "No, it's still written without much literary talent. It can't be compared with the second brother's poems. But once you read the second brother's poems, it will be hard to forget."
Zhao Tong didn't think anything of it when he heard his praise. The poems written on the pillars and walls were indeed ordinary, quite satisfactory, as plain as water, and could barely be read.
At this moment, a soft hum suddenly came from the side, and then a voice said: "This brother invites you."
Zhao Tong turned around and saw that he was a famous scholar. The scholar was doing Confucian etiquette. Zhao Tong returned the courtesy and said, "Brother, what's the matter?"
The scholar said: "Just now I saw my brother looking at the article on the pillars and walls. He couldn't help but shake his head. May I ask why?"
Zhao Tong smiled when he heard this. This was someone looking for trouble. It was probably either his own poems hanging on it, or his friends' poems.
He doesn't want to speak. There is no need to talk to the other party about this matter. As a scholar, the more he talks, the more energetic he gets. If you talk to him, he will argue with you, and he probably won't give up until the outcome is decided.
When he didn't speak, the scholar's face turned ugly. He felt that Zhao Tong looked down on him and didn't even bother to explain.
However, there is indeed one of his poems on the pillar wall, and it is at the top of the list. He spent a lot of effort and took half a year to complete it, just to become famous at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival.
As soon as this word was recited on the stage, he was applauded. Several doctors in the school praised it and posted it on the pillar wall. He felt proud in his heart. After getting off the stage, he glanced at it from time to time and enjoyed it.
Originally, he was standing there looking for someone to show off to, but the people around him were familiar with each other from his classmates and it was difficult to speak. He just happened to see Zhao Tan and a few people crowding up, so he watched silently. As long as the other party showed a shocked look when they saw the poems on the pillar wall, then Then show your identity and let the other party respect you.
But who would have expected that there was no shock on Zhao Tong's face. Instead, he shook his head as he watched, and even had the same expression from beginning to end.
If the other party only shakes his head after watching one or two of the songs, but he watches them all, is it still like this? Does this mean he doesn't like them all? This is really too arrogant!
But at this moment, the other party didn't even want to answer. Naturally, his face was extremely ugly. His original good and proud mood was gone. He took a sharp breath and said again: "Brother, the next poem I wrote is also on the wall. Above, I see you shaking your head, obviously you feel something is wrong, and I would like to ask you for some advice."
Zhao Tong glanced at him and frowned when he heard this. He had already expressed his attitude just now, but this scholar still pressed forward. He really didn't know how to advance or retreat.
At this time, another scholar from Sakon joked: "Brother Yan, although I think your writing of this poem is good, but you haven't met an expert. This brother has great literary talent at first glance. Your poem will definitely be popular." I don’t understand this brother’s discernment.”
Zhao Tong glanced at the scholar, they had a grudge, otherwise why would they fan the flames.
The scholar surnamed Yan suddenly became furious. He glared at the scholar and sneered: "Brother Jiang, this brother was looking at the poem, but he was shaking his head from beginning to end. How can he only look down on me writing this poem!"
Zhao Tong sighed secretly when he heard this. Each one of them had more complicated thoughts than the other. Sure enough, they were all literati, and their words were full of scheming.
He didn't want to argue with these scholars, and just when he was about to signal Zhao Fujin and Zhao Yan to leave and change places, he saw Zhao Yan standing next to him and said arrogantly: "You are not allowed to shake your head if you write poorly? My second brother can't write well. A hundred times stronger than you!"
Zhao Tong's mouth twitched when he heard this, "You did this on purpose, right?" He looked at Zhao Chu and saw Zhao Chu pointing at the pillar wall: "These are the things that my second brother used his feet to..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Fujin pulled him away and then stretched out his hand to cover his mouth.
Although the scholar surnamed Yan over there half-listened to what Zhao Chu was saying, he still didn't know what Zhao Chu was going to say. His face turned livid for a moment, and even the scholar surnamed Jiang next to him didn't look good.
This is simply humiliating. What does it mean to use feet... As the saying goes, scholars can be killed but not humiliated. You can say that my writing is not good, but you can't say that those who write with feet are better than me? !
The scholar surnamed Yan said angrily: "Brother, is what I said true? Even if I write with... my feet, it will be better than us?"
His words were loud and immediately caused many people to turn their heads to look. When they found out what happened, those scholars also showed angry expressions.
Zhao Tong reached out and touched his chin. He didn't say that. It was all Zhao Tong who caused the trouble. Is it allowed to say this?
Even if you belittle the other person's poems, it doesn't matter if they are ignorant or worthless, but you can't say that those who write with your feet are better than the other person. This is not criticizing poetry, this is insulting!
He suddenly felt that no matter what the reason was, Emperor Daojun was definitely right to demote this boy to the throne. If it were him, he would have to give him two more whips to relieve his hatred.
Zhao Fujin's face turned red and he stepped forward and said: "You two young masters, please forgive me. My brother is too careless and talks nonsense. Please forgive me if I offend you."
Her voice was like a warbler, and although she was still young, she was already faintly beautiful. Originally, Yan Shizi was full of anger, but when he saw Zhao Fujin, he couldn't help but be stunned. Then his expression softened, and his face became a little red and clear. He cleared his throat and said: "My brother... Your brother is really rude."
Zhao Fujiang was about to continue to say a few words of apology, but unexpectedly, his hand relaxed at this moment, and Zhao Yan immediately shouted again: "Fifth sister, I am not wrong, the second brother can write better than them with his feet! "
This was heard even from afar. Many people looked here. Zhao Fujin was so angry that he dragged Zhao Tong to the side, and then looked at Zhao Tong with an apologetic look: "Second brother..."
Zhao Tong glanced at Zhao Tong and saw that the boy lowered his head and did not dare to look at him. It was obviously intentional. He said lightly: "It doesn't matter."
"Bullying, bullying is too much, it's simply bullying others too much!" The student surnamed Yan was already stuttering in anger.
The students nearby also became more and more angry: "How can you be so humiliated? If you are really talented, you might as well write a poem and read it."
The scholar surnamed Yan also said to Zhao Tao: "Brother, is what I said true? If it is true, please ask me to write a poem. If it is not true, please apologize!"
Zhao Tong looked at the angry scholars around him and thought that it was impossible to apologize. He was just writing poems here. Is that really okay?
(End of chapter)
