There is no water in Liangzhou, so the romantic scenes of swaying flower boats and boating on the lake that often appear in later novels will naturally not appear. However, the literary style of the Longyan Dynasty flourished, and there were many literati and poets from all over the country. In order to hold various gatherings of literati every year, Liangzhou Prefecture built a poetry club, which was actually equivalent to a restaurant-type place. After all, the ancients had poetry but no wine, so they had little but a lot of happiness.
Every year, countless literati flock to the Poetry Festival.
The literati in this world are just looking for fame.
In times of turmoil, fame is equivalent to a future.
In the past years, there were many literary talents who became famous in one fell swoop at the poetry club, entered the court, and directly became officials. There are thirty cities under the Liangzhou system, with a population of more than five million, and almost all the people who can read are here.
I heard that the inn next to the poetry club was already full, so I arrived late and had to stay in the stables.
It's early today, the poetry meeting hasn't started yet.
At this time, several handsome young men arrived hand in hand.
"How come the great talent of Qin looks so withered today? It hurts my little brother!"
"Ah! Zhang Caizi, don't you dare. I came across a wonderful poem last night, as if it was a gift from God. Brother Yu was so frightened that he read it all night long. It was already dawn when the poem was finished, and he felt so ashamed..."
"Oh? Can you read it for us to taste?"
"The general will stand east of the city, and the strong men will draw their bows. Hang the flag and spread it in the wind, and the cannons will blast!"
The crowd was amazed and applauded thunderously.
"What a poem, what a poem!"
"It's true that he is a natural talent, Mr. Qin is a great talent!"
Everyone was laughing and joining hands.
Liu Zheng was dumbfounded when he heard this. He admired the thick skin of these people. Sure enough, in which era did literati rely on mutual commercial flattery?
"Did you hear that? Leave immediately and don't try to sneak in!"
The servant looked at the two men fiercely.
In order to satisfy his son's wish, Liu Dahao licked his face and said with a smile: "Brother, why do you have to be so rigid in your actions? We are just going in for a look, don't worry, it's a small matter..."
While he was talking, he took out a money bag and secretly put it into the servant's hand.
The servant touched it, put the money into his pocket quickly, and coughed: "I understand, Marquis Liu Xiang must have come to apologize to the prefect, and this is a lesson. But remember not to cause trouble, go in."
The two agreed quickly and finally sneaked in.
The scale of this poetry club is really not small. The hall can seat thousands of people. Tables with snacks and rice wine have been prepared for a long time. The literati prefer to sit on the floor. At this time, there are hundreds of literati and talented people, all of them are high-spirited and confident. The place was full, with many people looking intoxicated, reciting poems and singing to each other. At a glance, there were people who were full of literary talent, people who fished in troubled waters, people who were handsome and unrestrained, and people who were bohemian. The place was very lively.
Just find a corner and sit down.
Liu Zheng was amazed when he saw it.
Last night, this "Liu Zheng" was actually able to "pee" in front of so many people? This psychological quality and shamelessness are really amazing.
Soon, thousands of people arrived one after another.
"The Lord Prefect is here!"
At this time, the prefect Chen Ping and his party arrived belatedly, and everyone stood up with wild eyes. There are three counselors in Chen Ping's house, and among them there is a woman wearing an apricot dress.
This is the talented daughter of the prefect, Chen Ruoshi. She is only sixteen years old, but she is already tall and graceful, with extraordinary beauty and an air of elegance and lightness all over her body. In a place like Liangzhou, she still has skin as thick as gel, face as white as jade, eyebrows like distant mountains, and eyes like Like autumn water, the clever smiles and glances are all charming.
Even Liu Zheng, who was used to seeing modern beauties, was stunned at this time.
Is this the talented woman whose butt he touched?
value!
One million taels of silver, worth it!
What's more, those talented men of letters all raised their hands and said in unison, as if they had been injected with blood, "I (the common people), XXX, have seen the Lord Prefect, and the Prefect's daughter!"
Each family announced their names for fear that others would not hear their names. It was very lively.
Chen Ping chuckled: "You don't have to be polite. Since we are in the poetry club, we are all colleagues who share the same passion for poetry and literature. Just have fun!"
"Walking with poetry and having fun together will bring happiness to the world!"
Everyone agreed with a roar and sat down one after another.
At this time, a counselor beside Chen Ping stood up and said: "My lords, today's poetry meeting is different from the previous days. As we all know, the prefect's daughter is in her eighth year, loves poetry, and has great admiration for the world's talented scholars. I would like to be here Today, I will take advantage of this poetry meeting to find a good match and son-in-law, so you gentlemen must work hard!"
The whole place was in an uproar.
Shihui chooses a son-in-law?
This gimmick is a bit too big, and any talented young man who has a little confidence in himself will be so excited that his face will turn red.
Doesn't being able to marry Chen Ruoshi mean that he will rise to success?
What's more, Chen Ruoshi herself has various titles as the most beautiful and talented woman in Liangzhou.
Liu Zheng didn't expect that this would happen. He originally just wanted to come to the Poetry Club to "make a splash", win Chen Ping's favor, and keep his title as a cheap daddy. But now it seems that he is obviously here to cause trouble? He couldn't help but secretly look at Chen Ruoshi over there. This woman was indeed extraordinary. Facing the enthusiastic looks of so many people, she didn't have the slightest bit of shyness on her face. She still smiled sweetly, like everyone else.
Liu Zheng couldn't help but feel ashamed. He deserved to be beaten and punished for blaspheming such a beauty!
A talented man in white stood up and said with a graceful smile: "Excuse me, sir, how do you evaluate?"
"Wow! Mr. Bai!"
"Could he be the most talented man in Liangzhou, Bai Chufeng?"
"Oh my god, he's already an official, and he's here?"
Everyone exclaimed when they saw this child.
Bai Chufeng opened his folding fan and smiled proudly, without hesitation of his fiery eyes: "The so-called fair lady, a gentleman likes to be courteous. If Miss Chen stays in the boudoir, I will naturally have a chance."
"I wonder if I'm not from Liangzhou, do I have a chance?"
At this time, another handsome young man stood up.
"This is……"
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"
This man has a good background, he is Xie Kangcheng, the son of King Yong of the Hanzhong vassal!
Chen Ruoshi, who was sitting over there, had slightly bright eyes, and Chen Ping nodded and smiled frequently. It seemed that he was very satisfied with both of them.
The whole place was buzzing.
When such a great god comes, how can they stand a chance?
The counselor said: "The evaluation is divided into three rounds. In the first round, the Grand Administrator will propose a topic and compose a poem on the spot. The one who comes first will get the top 100! In the second round, the Grand Scholar Wang will propose a topic and the top 10 will be selected. In the three rounds, Ms. Chen will set the questions herself and take the first place!"
"What if Miss Chen doesn't like the top spot?"
one person asked.
Everyone nodded, this is also possible.
After all, there are many people in their sixties present.
As for the number one spot, will she look down on Chen Ruoshi?
This is almost something you don’t have to think about.
The counselor continued: "If you get the first place and it is not the lady's favorite choice, then the prefect will reward you with a satisfying request for the first place!"
Hearing this, the literati present were extremely excited and geared up one after another.
Liu Zheng secretly asked Liu Dahao: "Dad, if we win, should we marry her or get the title back?"
Liu Dahao looked at his son in surprise and did not pay attention to his title. He took a breath: "Zheng'er, your brain disease is still not cured?"
He doesn't know what kind of thing his son is?
It's okay to spend money to buy a few poems to show off the fireworks in private schools, but to let him participate in such a competition, isn't it just a dream?
"Zheng'er, didn't we agree that we're just here to watch the fun? If not, we can take advantage of others not paying attention and eat before we leave. There's not a penny left in my father's wallet. Before your mother comes back, We can’t open the pot at home! Don’t cause trouble, don’t cause trouble!”
Liu Dahao had snacks in one hand and naan cakes in the other, eating them happily.
He was just reincarnated as a starving ghost, how could he have the style of a rich man?
They were just rats crossing the street. It was fine if Chen Ping didn't see them. But wouldn't it be another insult if they were seen by Chen Ping?
Liu Zheng pouted, look at your potential!
"First round, begin!"
The counselor said.
The prefect Chen Ping said with a smile: "There is a lot of snow in Liangzhou, so we will use 'Snow' as the title. Let's get started!"
There was a smile on someone's face at the scene. To these poetry lovers, these topics were as simple as those of Han Meimei and Li Lei who were learning English. Who doesn’t treasure a few of his own masterpieces on weekdays?
An old man with white hair stood up and shook his head:
"I was surprised to see the coldness of my quilt and the bright light from the window again.
Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo. "
"good!"
The whole crowd shouted.
Liu Zheng also nodded. It was indeed a good poem.
This old man should be here to seek a future.
Bai Chufeng smiled faintly and walked out slowly:
"The sword is far away from the army, and I have no home and no clothes to wear.
After three feet of snow, I return to my dream of old mandarin ducks. "
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then cheered loudly. This poem is even better than the one just now. Liangzhou fought many battles with barbarians, and it describes the feelings of the frontier soldiers defending their country.
In particular, the prefect Chen Ping nodded frequently and seemed to have a high opinion of the poem.
This most talented man in Liangzhou is indeed unusual.
Seeing Bai Chufeng showing off his power, Xie Kangcheng snorted slightly, with a look of preparation on his face, and then shook his head:
"When I open the door in the morning, the mountains are covered with snow. The snow is bright, the clouds are pale, and the sun is cold.
The eaves stream is not dripping with plum blossom jelly, a kind of loneliness that is not leisurely. "
Many people applauded this poem. A lonely and cold temperament rushed towards him. It even made Chen Ruoshi take another look at Xie Kangcheng.
"My son, you want to give it a try? Just wait a moment. As a father, I know a few old scholars from the private school here. When I go over and buy a few songs, you can choose. Take the first hundred, there is still time, there is time..." Liu Dahao looked at his son. He was eager to try, thinking about what he could do and try his best to stop the loss, and he was about to get up.
Liu Zheng was dumbfounded when he heard this, and grabbed his cheap daddy.
At this time, the talented people were all scrambling to read out their own works. The three counselors above, Chen Ping and Chen Ruoshi were all making evaluations.
Some people get what they want, and some people regret not being selected.
Seeing that a hundred songs were about to be collected, Liu Zheng stood up and coughed loudly.
However, no one noticed him...
Seeing that the group of people were still fighting for it, he threw the wine glass in his hand angrily, showing off his dandy style, and everyone looked at him. When some people saw it was Liu Zheng, they all looked angry.
Especially Chen Ruoshi, who had always been indifferent, stood up in anger and pointed angrily at Liu Zheng with her slender jade finger: "You are a slut..."
"Evil thief, do you still dare to come?"
"Someone, get it for me!"
Liu Zheng took a deep breath and opened his mouth to read.
"One general idea on the river."
Everyone was stunned, and then burst into laughter.
Does this dude want to write poetry?
"But what is this?"
"Can a disciple also compose poetry?"
There were few people present who didn't know Liu Zheng, a prodigal son, so they all made rude remarks and shook their heads in ridicule. Even a few old men from the private school even yelled at Liu Zheng for being insulting and disrespectful. It seems that yesterday's incident still left an indelible impression on these scholars...
When Chen Ping saw Liu Zheng, he also had a gloomy look on his face.
"The well is a dark hole."
Liu Zheng continued to read.
This almost vernacular poem made many people laugh. Is such a limerick worthy of elegance?
"The yellow dog is white on the body."
"The white dog has swelling on his body."
The whole audience.
There was a sudden silence.
A pair of shocked, incredulous eyes looked at Liu Zheng speechlessly.
