Jia Yue's voice immediately attracted the attention of the scholars around him, and they all looked at Jiang Han. Some were envious, some admired, some were jealous, and some were dissatisfied.
Jiang Han said: "Miss Jia is so complimentary. There are so many talented people in this literary conference. Many talented people are like Brother Hua Ruyi, Brother Yuan Bin, and Brother Yuan. Their talent and talents are not inferior to Jiang's. How can I say that I will definitely win something? What's more? I’m just here to watch the fun this time.”
Jia Yue has a pair of beautiful eyes. This person is not only talented, but also very humble!
"Jiang Han, let's sit aside." Jia Yue said.
"Brother Yuan, Brother Hua, together."
Jiang Han nodded, and he, Jia Yue and others went to the row of chairs on the left and sat down.
At this time, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe stood up from the seat in the upper right corner, came to a high platform, and raised his hands to everyone.
Everyone stopped whispering and looked at him.
The middle-aged man laughed loudly and said: "Every year at the beginning of summer, my Yunmeng Mansion holds the Lixia Literary Festival. This year, I, Wang Yanzhi, will hold this literary gathering. I would also like to thank the young talents of Yunmeng Mansion for giving Wang face and willing to go forward." Come and participate.”
"Mr. Wang, you're welcome."
"It is most suitable for Mr. Wang to host this cultural gathering!"
"Mr. Wang is a highly respected scholar and was once a Jinshi. Only when Mr. Wang came to preside over the literary meeting did this literary meeting gain weight."
Everyone praised him.
With a smile on his face, Wang Yanzhi waited for everyone's voices to stop, and then said: "Originally, our Yunmeng Mansion's annual Beginning of Summer Cultural Festival, Québec could get a lottery of 500 taels. This year, Wang added a little more, doubling it."
As soon as these words came out, the audience burst into applause.
This Wang Yanzhi is really rich, and he can take a thousand taels of silver as soon as he wants.
Wang Yanzhi glanced at the crowd, with a satisfied smile on his face, and continued: "In the past, poetry was the main focus of the Beginning of Summer literary festival every year. Wang had also drafted two topics before, one was summer and the other was spring... But here Before the ceremony, the imperial court suddenly appointed Tang Yi, Tang County's son, as the patrol envoy to the fourteen states in the south of the Yangtze River to inspect the south of the Yangtze River and evaluate the officials... It just so happened that they came to our Yunmeng, so Wang wanted to invite the envoy. I’ll draft the question myself… Please invite your Majesty the Patrol Envoy!”
As Wang Yanzhi's voice fell, everyone was shocked.
Soon, I saw a man wearing a brocade robe walking out of the room. This man was about 27 or 28 years old, handsome and aristocratic. In his noble temperament, there is also a hint of sharpness that is not easy to detect.
Is this Tang Yi, the patrol envoy to the fourteen states?
For a time, this idea came to many people's minds.
Jiang Han looked at Tang Yi and thought to himself, this Tang Yi is also a handsome man.
Yin Tingli was actually a handsome man, but there was a hint of gloom hidden in his handsomeness, while Tang Yi revealed a sense of dignity.
Of course, among all the men he had ever seen, Xu Yuemian was the most beautiful.
So beautiful, so much like a woman.
Tang Yi smiled and said: "Since Mr. Wang asked me to draft a topic, I will be disrespectful and draft one. But every year at the beginning of summer, I compose poems and lyrics. Firstly, there is no new idea. Secondly, poems can only be arty, but they cannot govern the country and benefit the people. .
So I decided that the title of this article conference would be an article! There are many talents in the south, and Yunmeng Mansion is a place of outstanding people and people. I think even if I make a fuss, it will not be difficult for the talents here. "
The talented people present were all stunned.
write an essay?
You must know that among poems and articles, poetry is the easiest, words are second, and articles are the most difficult!
Sometimes it takes several hours or even days to craft an article.
It is too difficult to write articles on the spot.
Yuan Bin looked at Jiang Han and thought, could this literary meeting really be aimed at Jiang Han? Everyone knows that Jiang Han's poetry is outstanding, but he has only written one article so far. Although that article was excellent, it does not mean that he can write the second and third articles well.
"What the Inspector said is that poetry is just a small way and cannot benefit the country and the people. Only articles are the main road. Writing good poems is nothing, but writing good articles is a true talent." Wang Yanzhi immediately nodded in agreement.
As Mr. Wang spoke up, more Confucian scholars also said:
"Yes, what the Governor said makes sense."
"Isn't it just about writing articles? I have been studying poetry and books for more than ten years, but how can I not write an article?"
"With the article as the title, if a good article can be produced, this conference will be meaningful."
Seeing that everyone agreed, Tang Yi also smiled and said: "Since you have no objections, then we will write an article for this literary meeting, and the title is... Sheji!"
When the last note fell, all the scholars present felt a chill in their hearts.
Write an article with the theme of Sheji?
Although the question only has two words, the difficulty is not generally high.
Mr. Wang immediately said: "What a great title! With She Ji as the title, the title of Lord Inspector really raised this essay to a level it shouldn't have! No matter how many poems you write about summer, it is just a narration. Emotions are ultimately inferior, but the subject of the country is superior! Not to mention those articles with landscapes and things as the subject."
Jiang Han still had a faint smile on his face, but his eyes had changed.
Wang Yanzhi's words somewhat allude to the "Phoenix Terrace".
This literary meeting is really aimed at myself.
I just don't know if this is just Wang Yanzhi who wants to flatter his son-in-law, or if the patrol officer wants to step on him.
Jia Yue hadn't realized the difficulty of this question yet. She looked at Jiang Han and said expectantly: "Jiang Han... Cousin, write quickly and let Yue'er see your talent."
Seeing her cousin like this, she obviously wanted to say something to Jiang Han, but she pulled her away. Hua Ruyi suddenly felt a little sour and said, "Cousin, this question is difficult."
Jia Yue frowned and said, "Is it difficult?"
At this time, some talented people have already picked up paper and pen and started writing.
But Jiang Han was still sitting.
After half a stick of incense, Hua Ruyi picked up the paper and began to think about it slowly, but she wrote very slowly and crossed out things as she wrote.
Later, Yuan Bin also took out a pen and paper to write, but he wrote very quickly.
However, Jiang Han glanced at it and his lips twitched slightly. What Yuan Bin wrote was not an article, but a erotic poem:
Dark clouds, east wind, listening to the trees outside the tent. The tongue invites you and shakes you, don't pity the young ones, and spend the golden night. Bite, bite, bite!
It's going to rain, how deep it will be. Don't hear the wind and rain, listen to your words. The body feels like burning, the hatred is long-lasting, the two hearts are united, and the whole night is full of bananas. Jiao, Jiao, Jiao!
Yuan Bin raised his head and explained: "Everyone is writing, so I'm just pretending... However, in this literary meeting, we are afraid that we will all be regarded as stepping stones."
Soon, some scholars began to give up. Otherwise, the topic was too broad and too difficult!
Even if it is to lift people, I am afraid it will take a long time to conceive.
Therefore, some scholars gave up when they knew they could not write, and turned to the famous talents at the scene.
Such as Jiang Han.
However, as soon as the stick of incense passed, Jiang Han did not even write.
Since he knew that winning the title would bring little benefit and losing would be even more harmful, he simply stopped writing.
Many people shook their heads and sneered when they saw this scene.
Even Jiang Han couldn't write it anymore.
Another stick of incense passed by, and a talented person had already written it.
Zhang Yujun stood up and said: "Zhang has finished writing, please have your Majesty the Governor to take a look at it."
