It was almost late at night, and the excitement in Rong City was gradually reaching its peak.
Along the way, there were countless lively firelights swaying outside the carriage. Opening the curtain and looking outside, even the usually quiet road was very lively at this time.
When passing by the market, I saw a huge crowd of people on the road ahead.
"It's so lively at night!" Liu Mo lamented, "I've been busy every day since I traveled through time and have no time to take care of it. What a pity, what a pity!"
The journey that originally only required one stick of incense ended up taking half an hour.
The destination is the most famous Changqing Garden in Rongcheng.
Changqing Garden is a garden with exquisite layout and leisurely ancient charm, with various mountains, rocks, waterways, corridors, courtyards and pavilions, and lanterns painted with lantern riddles.
"Master Liu, Master Liu is here!" Just as Liu Mo appeared, someone shouted: "Play music, play music!"
As the music sounded, the poetry meeting directly entered its climax.
"Headache, such a big movement!"
"Brother Liu Xian, you are finally here!" He Ruda stood up to greet him.
"Low-key, how many times have I reminded you, keep a low-key!" Liu Mo complained.
"It's already very low-key! Otherwise, I'm afraid there will be countless talented people coming to welcome me."
Liu Mo smiled bitterly, "Okay, okay, stop talking."
Under the guidance of He Ruda, Liu Mo walked into the banquet arranged in the garden.
The seats at the banquet were also very particular. The brothel singers were on one side, the students were on one side, and the famous and knowledgeable elders were on another side. He Ruda and Liu Mo were in the middle, showing their status.
There is no special stage, but the song and dance performances that occasionally appear in the gardens are indeed very natural. He Ruda must have put a lot of thought into this.
Then, pieces of paper were passed from hand to hand, and the singer's light voice sang tonight's outstanding poems.
The atmosphere of the Rongcheng Poetry Society was relatively serious compared to last year's Jianglin Poetry Society, but under the arrangement of He Ruda, various performances could still make the atmosphere lively and elegant.
Naturally, there were lantern riddles, performances, moon viewing and other activities in the poetry meeting, but Liu Mo had no intention of paying attention.
One after another masterpieces by talented people from Rongcheng were sent to Liu Mo, which made his scalp numb.
I secretly glanced at He Ruda and the other judges. They stood up from time to time to comment with everyone, and then smiled while stroking their beards.
Not only that, when they encounter a particularly good poem or have other opinions, someone will stand up, recite it, and discuss it with everyone. Then he walked up to Liu Mo and hoped that Liu Mo, a great talent, would make comments.
Once or twice, fortunately, Liu Mo could read the poem calmly, then turned to ask He Ruda, "Master He, what do you think?"
When He Ruda finishes his evaluation, let me say this: The hero sees the same thing.
But after five or six times in a row, He Ruda came to his senses. Before Liu Mo could speak, he interrupted directly, "Brother Liu Xian, you comment first!"
Some god come and help me!
Liu Mo closed his eyes and frantically recalled sentences from online reviews of poetry on Earth.
Yes, it doesn’t matter if it’s appropriate or not.
"This poem uses image description techniques to outline an atmosphere of a bright moon in the sky, relatives thousands of miles away, and loneliness. It reflects the fusion of my own independent mood and the myths and legends of the past. It can be said to be a rare masterpiece!"
As soon as he finished speaking, He Ruda and the judges were stunned.
"What's wrong?" Liu Mo felt a chill running down his spine.
"Okay, good review!" one of the young scholars shouted.
"What a finishing touch!" Another judge also praised repeatedly.
Damn it, so blunt!
Are you trying to flatter me, or are the reviews really so good?
Look at He Ruda again, with his mouth wide open. He came close to Liu Mo's ear and said, "Brother Liu Xian, did you really buy the 'Shui Diao Ge Tou' you did in Jiang Lin Mansion last year? Although this poem Not bad, but…”
Good guy, it seems like you made an own mistake!
Liu Mo looked embarrassed and pretended to do so. “Personal appreciations vary, but I think it’s pretty good!”
He Ruda laughed directly, "You have an insight! This word is indeed wonderful, with brilliant literary talent and profound artistic conception!"
Yeah, this feels a bit like a certain lady named Meng on earth commenting on a powerful old singer named Zhou.
It was also in this atmosphere that another poem was sent to me.
He Ruda reached out and took the paper, read it once, and nodded slowly. After a while, when he looked again, he seemed to notice something. He blinked in confusion and said "Huh?"
"What's wrong?"
"Brother Liu Xian, come and take a look."
He handed over the paper, and Liu Mo took a closer look. There was a signature on the lower left side of the paper, and he wrote a few words impressively.
Zhou Mansion.
Zhou Zhushan.
He Ruda was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Liu Mo. After a while, he laughed again.
"I almost forgot about this birdman!"
Liu Mo sneered, and then made a very reasonable comment, "Bullshit, rubbish, one more look at it will make you want to vomit!"
These remarks immediately shocked He Ruda, and the other judges looked in disbelief.
Why, because although Zhou Zhushan has extremely bad character, but... his literary talent is really strong!
"Master Liu, isn't it?" one of the judges replied anxiously. "Looking at the moon in the poem above, it is full of relaxed and grand thoughts, high and confused, but also down-to-earth, elegant and noble. There is a similar essence, energy, and spirit in it..."
Liu Mo didn't wait for him to finish, but directly interrupted, "I have just said that personal appreciation is different. You think it is noble and noble. But I think this poem is a piece of shit."
From the bottom of my heart, I hated this stupid Zhou Zhushan, so I didn’t punish him to death because of the fact that Mrs. Zhou was still alive.
One day after a hundred years, the old lady will be the first to kill him!
"This..." The judge was so frightened that he broke into cold sweat. How could he have offended the number one person in Rongcheng?
"This poem seems good at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it's full of loopholes and makes no sense!" Another judge quickly spoke up to smooth things over, "Brother Li, read carefully, are you..."
"Ah, yes, yes, yes!" The judge surnamed Li cursed quickly, "Why does the autumnal equinox stop overnight, the ghosts are the most crystal clear, and the morning chicken cannot be heard... They are both ghosts and ghosts, it is a mess, unsightly, and there is no trace of it. No redeeming features.
This nonsense poem is simply an insult to the reputation of a scholar! "
This person could not wait to spend his whole life learning to belittle Zhou Zhushan's poetry. In his opinion, maybe this could calm Liu Mo's anger.
After hearing what the man surnamed Li said, everyone present began to speak out against him.
Good guy, is this the ancient version of "turning a deer into a horse"?
It feels so comfortable to have power in my hands!
"Ahem! Does the person who wrote this poem have any fame?" Liu Mo asked.
"Sir, this person has been elected!"
Tsk, tsk, this stupid guy actually got the wrong move?
After hearing this answer, Liu Mo's face became very ugly.
But what he never expected was that before he could speak, he heard someone say, "Is this person's reputation fake? Can such nonsense poetry be successful?"
"That's right, he can win the imperial examination, wouldn't he be able to win the first prize?"
"Master He, you have to investigate carefully and don't let this kid ruin the reputation of my Rongcheng students!"
Ha, these sycophants are quite capable.
I finally understand why high-ranking officials with great power tend to bloat easily. They feel so damn comfortable.
