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At this time, the commotion in front of the flower platform was noticed. The Taixue Siye who was presiding over the poetry meeting asked, "What's the noise?"
After hearing this, Xuezheng went down to check. After a while, he came back with a bad look on his face: "Si Ye, there is someone crazy and talking nonsense. The students are trying to refute him."
Si Ye asked curiously: "What nonsense can lead to students' refutation?"
Xuezhengqi said: "I don't know which academy has a crazy student who is so bold that he said that poetry written with feet is better than those on pillars and walls. The students were angry and asked him to go on stage to write poems or apologize, but he neither came on stage nor did he apologize. I am apologizing, and I am commenting on the poem on the wall, saying that the students did not read the book well, so they wrote such mediocre articles."
Si Ye frowned, anything made with his feet is better than the one on the pillar wall? This is not only arrogant, it is simply unreasonable. He actually dares to comment on the poems posted. He is too arrogant!
He darkened his face and said, "Do you know which academy you are a student of?"
Xuezhengdao: "I don't know about this, but judging from the fact that he is no more than 10 years old, he is probably a student. There are many articles written by my Taixue students on the pillars and walls. This mad student's random comments will only damage my reputation as a Taixue!"
Although Si Ye was dissatisfied, he secretly thought that this poetry meeting was open to the public, and anyone could come on stage to comment on poetry. If he were to forcibly stop it, it would also damage the reputation of Taixue. He mused: "Since this crazy person is arrogant and arrogant, Then let him go on stage to compose poetry. If he can't do it or doesn't do it well, it will be considered punishment!"
Zhao Tong was currently in the audience, pointing at the poems on the pillars and wall, criticizing them. He had no idea that Xue Zheng was exaggerating and turning poetry with his feet into his own words.
He was pointing at the sentence "The moon is like a beauty's cheek" and criticized: "The Mid-Autumn Festival has been a full moon since ancient times. Who of you has seen a beauty's face as big as the full moon? Is that still called a beauty? Don't you all like this kind of beauty? ?”
The scholars around him were all filled with hatred when they heard this, but they could not refute it. It is true that there is no beauty with a face as big as the full moon, so that would not be considered a beauty.
Zhao Tong pointed to another sentence: "There are unpredictable events in the sky, and there are joys and sorrows in the moon." He sneered: "It's about the Mid-Autumn Festival. It's really terrible to write about unpredictable events. There are also joys and sorrows in this month. It's obviously imitating the joys and sorrows of Dongpo lay people." , but painting a tiger cannot be compared to a dog, it makes no sense!”
A scholar next to him immediately blushed. He was the one who wrote the poem. He had climbed onto the pillar wall, feeling very proud of himself, but now he wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.
Zhao Tong commented on a few more poems, but they were all faulty. Although the students on those poems were dissatisfied, they could not find any reason to refute. One of them said: "Since Xiong is so powerful, why don't you go on stage and compose one?" Let me open my eyes!"
Yan Xuezi even said: "Brother, you are only using your words here and don't dare to go on stage to compose poems. Isn't it just talking on paper?"
Zhao Tie smiled and looked at the students. Before he could speak, Zhao Tong said: "If my second brother takes action, I'm afraid you will be so ashamed that you hide your faces and run away!"
The students said angrily: "You just talk but don't do it, you don't believe that you can learn skills like this!"
At this time, Xuezheng came over and looked at Zhao Tong angrily: "Which academy are you a student of? What are you commenting on? If you are really talented, go to the stage and write poems. Don't pretend to be sophisticated here!"
Zhao Tong smiled and said, "You really want me to compose a poem?"
Xuezheng sneered: "Are you scared when Si Ye asked you to come on stage? I think you are like a silver-colored wax gun. You only talk but don't practice. I'm used to students like you. You speak clearly and act clearly." If you don't dare, then apologize to my Taisheng. If you don't apologize, I will go to the academy where you are and sue you for misbehavior."
Although misbehavior is not a big mistake, scholars value reputation, and having such a reputation as a student will have some impact on your career in the future.
Xuezheng's move was not cruel, but Zhao Tong shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm studying at home."
Xuezheng was stunned when he heard this. The Song Dynasty emphasized education. Even if there were schools in every village and town, generally speaking, scholars rarely studied at home. They all went to schools to study. The same was true in Tokyo. Guozixue was specially designed for officials above the seventh rank. A place for children to study and prepare.
There are probably only two situations for studying at home. The first is if there is a great Confucian in the family. Naturally, there is no need to go outside. After all, great Confucians also want to accept disciples, so they can study at home.
The second type is those with a distinguished status. Needless to say, these people are concerned about safety and will probably not go to school. Instead, they will invite famous teachers in the world to teach.
Xuezheng looked at Zhao Tong with doubts in his heart. Zhao Tong was not dressed like a commoner. He couldn't help but beat the drum, thinking to himself, could he be the prince of some government office?
Seeing his expression, Zhao Tong knew what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "My father is a great scholar of the time, and his calligraphy, painting, and writings are said to be unparalleled in the world!"
Xuezheng naturally didn't believe it. How could there be so many great Confucians, especially nowadays, when there were only two or three people worthy of this title, but they didn't live in Tokyo. Looking at the crazy student in front of him with his younger brother and younger sister, who spoke with a Beijing accent, he looked like he was from Kaifeng. He was judged to be talking nonsense, and even what he had said before when he was studying at home was judged to be a lie.
Xuezheng said disdainfully: "Where is the great scholar from Tokyo? If you don't come on stage, you should apologize quickly, otherwise I will feel better when I find your school!"
Zhao Tong smiled, stopped talking to Li Zheng, and winked at Zhou Chu, asking him to protect Zhao Fujin and his brother. Then he separated from the crowd and walked along the passage to the flower bed.
At this time, many people have been attracted to look this way. They spread the word to ten and then to a hundred. Seventy-eight out of ten people watching the poetry meeting knew what happened.
Those Tai students, Guozixue students, and students from various academies were all aggrieved. They felt that Zhao Tong was too arrogant and arrogant. He even said such things as writing poems with his feet, which was simply damaging the reputation of each academy. Face, after all, the poems posted on the pillar walls were almost all written by scholars from all over the world, covering most of the schools in Tokyo.
As for the others, they just want to watch the excitement. The excitement among literati is very interesting, especially poetry meetings. They will burst out with a blockbuster poem without any reason. When the time comes, it will be sung. If they witness it with their own eyes, they will have something to talk about after dinner. They can add fuel to the conversation. Brag a bit.
Zhao Tong walked slowly to the flower stand and climbed on it. He saw that this stage was quite big. There were tables lined up at the end, and there were tea soup, fruit cakes, etc. Dr. Ye Xuezheng was looking at him with a bad look on his face, obviously very angry that he was writing poems with his feet.
There are several musicians on the side of the stage, complete with silk, bamboo and orchestral instruments.
On the other side is the copy desk, which is responsible for recording the name of the poet, and then transcribing the poems recited by the poet and giving them to the Taixue officials behind. After everyone discusses, the outstanding ones will be posted on the pillar wall.
Zhao Tong put his hands behind his back and did not record his name. He stopped in Taichung and looked at the dark crowd of people watching below, which probably numbered in the tens of thousands.
Among them, there are thousands of Taixue students, as well as students from other academies, and the rest are common people who came to watch.
Later, when the Taixue officials saw that he didn't come to greet him, their faces turned dark. Xue Zhengqi, who had just stepped down, said: "It's so arrogant and rude, so arrogant and rude!"
Si Ye frowned and looked at Zhao Tong's figure. He always felt that something was wrong, as if he had seen this mad man somewhere.
(End of chapter)
