However, with Zhu Yuanzhang sitting here, no one dared to be presumptuous in front of the emperor.
Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, Zhu Yuanzhang said: "Look what we do, if you are really afraid of us, you won't make trouble here again!"
Hearing this, everyone broke into a cold sweat. It was obvious that the emperor was very unhappy.
Wei Guan walked over bravely.
At this time, there were two large papers on the table. One paper was full of writing, and the other was less written.
He first looked at the one with slightly fewer words and read out, "Shui Tiao Ge Tou. When will the bright moon come?"
As soon as I heard the name of the poem, I knew that Zhu Jun had written a poem.
Zhang Yu listened carefully and heard Wei Guan singing loudly: "When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky."
I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places. Dancing clear shadow, like in the world. "
While singing and drinking loudly, Wei Guan's body and mind were trembling.
Good words, this is definitely a rare and good word.
Since the development of words reached its peak hundreds of years ago, there are no widely circulated words anymore.
Zhu Jun's poem is only half as good as him, but it is better than him by an unknown amount.
And there is a second half to such a word.
He actually felt a kind of sadness. In today's era of great prosperity of literature, they could only see the elegance of noble scholars in ancient books.
But today, he actually saw the shadow of the ancient erudite scholar in Zhu Jun.
And this half-quel also made everyone present take a breath.
If "Guan Mao Mao" is a poem that embodies Zhu Jun's ambition, then this water-melody song is definitely a classic work of great literary style. Without a profound background, it is absolutely difficult to write such words.
It is already August, and in a few days it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival.
After the mid-term period comes the autumn period. This poem is not only well done, but also very suitable for the occasion.
Zhang Yu's scalp felt numb, "When will there be a bright moon? Ask the sky for wine!"
He asked himself, could he possibly make such words?
He looked at the others and found that everyone was stunned.
Zhu Yu smiled again, and although Zhu Yuanzhang had a straight face, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise.
But Wei Guan continued to sing and drink: "Turn around the Zhu Pavilion, lower the Qi household, the light will be sleepless. There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye?"
People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. Nung, moon and new moon. "
When Wei Guan finished reading the last word, the scene was so silent that you could hear a needle drop.
If Zhu Jun's upper half of the palace can be called a king, then the lower half of the palace is enough to become a god!
Wei Guan once again closed his eyes in despair. No one present could compare to such a masterpiece.
Zhu Jun secretly thanked Master Su in his heart. Fortunately, this was a parallel world. Otherwise, there really wouldn't be so many poems to fill him with!
Zhu Yu said excitedly: "What a person who has joys and sorrows, a moon that waxes and wanes, and a person who wishes that we can share the beauty of the beauty together for thousands of miles. This work can be regarded as the best in two hundred years!"
He dared to say this because he really wasn't praising Zhu Jun. No one with the ability to appreciate Zhu Yu would think that Zhu Yu was praising his younger brother.
Zhu Yuanzhang also shouted in his heart that he actually didn't like the literati's style of doing things, but the court couldn't do without them.
But he liked Zhu Jun's style very much.
He looked at Zhang Yu and saw that Zhang Yu was still trapped in the artistic conception of Zhu Jun's works and could not get out.
Then he said: "Damn it, let someone spread out our Lao Liu's works for everyone to see!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Wang Gou'er sighed in his heart again. He no longer knew how many times this was his sigh.
He called two eunuchs and then unfolded Zhu Jun's poem.
The sun is just right at this time, so the writing dries quickly.
Only then did Zhu Yuanzhang see Zhu Jun's handwriting. He saw Zhu Jun's calligraphy, which was as beautiful as the sky and interesting, "like bending iron and breaking gold." This style of calligraphy has never been seen in previous calligraphy works. appeared.
What he saw was not the words, but the edge hidden under the words.
The strokes were like sharp swords and spears.
Zhu Yu couldn't help but ask: "Sixth brother, what font is this?"
"Brother, I learned this from the copybooks of my predecessors, and then added some of my own ideas, and finally got this font. You can call it "Slim Gold Body"!" It has made Huizong famous, Zhu Jun thought so, without any sense of shame in his heart.
"Skinny Golden Body? As the name suggests, it's amazing!" Zhu Yu was trained by a group of great Confucians. He may not be the best in all aspects, but he must be balanced.
He couldn't write this word, and he believed that only a few people present could write it.
Song Ke's breathing was short. He rushed to the big paper and stared at the words on it.
He is a calligrapher, and writing has almost been integrated into his life.
Whether this thin golden body was of its own kind, he could tell at a glance.
"It's true, it's actually true. This font has its own style, and the strokes are all traceable!" He loves writing, and he has a lot of copybooks at home. When he sees the words he likes, even if he loses everything, he will Buy it.
Facing this unique thin gold body, Song Ke could no longer speak. He looked at it over and over again as if he was crazy.
Everyone present suddenly became numb. Zhu Jun seemed to have reached a certain state in these five fields of poetry, song, calligraphy and painting.
They suddenly felt that if Zhu Jun was not qualified to invigilate the exam, then who were they?
What qualifications do you have to stay in the Hanlin Academy?
Song Lian had stopped talking for a long time. He just stared at the piece of paper blankly, drained of all his energy.
Zhan Tong and Zhao Shou were not much better, their faces were extremely ugly!
Zhu Jun said: "Don't be stunned, read what's on the other piece of paper, don't waste my time!"
Wei Guan's expression was particularly sad and angry. He really wanted to say something, don't think that just because you are talented in literature, you can be arrogant.
But he couldn't say it out loud. He could be arrogant if people wanted status, merit, and literary talents.
He walked to another piece of paper, took a deep breath, and continued to read, "Ode to the Sound of Autumn, Jun Fang was reading at night, and when he heard the sound coming from the southwest, he listened with horror and said: What a strange thing! The first raindrops are falling. Xiao Sa, suddenly galloping and banging..."
"It's a fu, this one is a fu!"
"Taking autumn as its theme, this is another piece that fits the occasion!"
Someone exclaimed.
But he quickly shut up under the glare of others.
The more Liang Shi listened, the more frightened he became. The more he listened, the more he realized that with his meager talent, he had no face to stand here and object.
Poetry, song, calligraphy and painting, these six paths, the King of Wu has walked a path that is unimaginable to ordinary people.
His talent seems to have reached an unimaginable level.
Even though he hadn't finished reciting the poem "Ode to the Sound of Autumn", he knew that he couldn't compare.
This is not an understatement on his part, but an indisputable fact!
