During the long period of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, not only many books and classics were lost, but also the Confucian style of writing was not as good as before. Previously, Lao Zhu was planning to take the imperial examination, but he couldn't even select a few available scholars, so he had to postpone the imperial examination and wait until next time. This Fule Yuan Poetry Recital was also organized as a special event with Lao Zhu’s nod of approval. The purpose is to carry forward the cultural spirit of our great Ming Dynasty, hoping to promote the prosperity of the literary world, so that more talents can be selected in the future.
Many civil servants and great scholars attached great importance to this matter. Not only did the highly respected Song Lian personally preside over the poetry meeting, but he also summoned almost all the young scribes in the Imperial Academy of Gongyuan on the other side and the literati and poets stranded in Beijing. Fortunately, Fule Yuan was built with great effort by the Imperial Jiaofang Secretary. The courtyard covers a large area and can accommodate so many students and scholars.
Perhaps because the atmosphere in the early Ming Dynasty was not yet too decadent, this so-called poetry meeting did not see the singing and dancing of birds and the fragrance of famous prostitutes in Zhu Su's imagination. On the contrary, it is a uniform Eguan gown, full of calligraphy and ink. Zhu Su was quite disappointed. After Song Lian read out the title of the poetry meeting, hundreds of young scholars raised their sleeves and polished their pens, thinking hard. The atmosphere is solemn and solemn.
"Would you like to compose a poem with the title 'Nostalgic for the past'? This poem title is not difficult." Zhu Fan looked out the window and said, silently drafting verses in his mind, hoping to compete with the scholars and students below. This topic is not difficult. If Zhu Su wanted to catch a duck and put it on the shelf, he could probably copy the poems of later generations. But after this limelight, he would be blinded if there was another poetry meeting and the title of the poem was more tricky. So I just watched with interest to see if any masterpieces would appear in the poetry meeting.
After Shao Qing, scholars one after another took papers with poems written on them and handed them to the judges sitting in the front row. Song Lian and other great scholars began to review the poems on the paper one by one. The scholars who had finished writing poems inevitably started whispering when they returned to their seats, and Fule Yuan, which had been silent just now, suddenly became slightly noisy again. The great scholars on the stage also exchanged poems and comments from time to time. Occasionally, one or two good lines came out, and a great scholar would bang the table and recite loudly, praising the verses. The scholars below also boasted and spread the word in unison. The scholars who wrote this wonderful sentence held their heads high and were surrounded by a group of admiring classmates to congratulate.
"Imperial Imperial College Student, that's it?" Zhu Fan said disdainfully. The few "masterpieces" that Song Lian and the others had just read out, Zhu Fan thought, were far inferior to the one he composed. It's just that the people in this room are either semi-illiterates like Zhu Xi, Zhu Di, and Zhu Su who are ignorant and have no skills, or they are purely illiterate like Lan Yu who can't read big characters. Zhu Fan's truth about Tong Boyi was completely pretended to be seen by a blind man.
"Third... Third brother, my younger brother also wrote a poem. Please correct me." Unexpectedly, the sixth brother, Zhu Zhen, also wrote a poem. Zhu Zhen took it with some surprise. The level and obliqueness are consistent, and the artistic conception is quite good. It is much better than most of the Imperial College students below. He couldn't help but be surprised and said: "Lao Liu, it's okay! You actually have such poetic talent!"
"I have nothing to do on weekdays, so I read a few more poetry collections and story books..." Zhu Zhen felt a little embarrassed.
"Lao Wu, don't you compose a song?" Zhu Fan urged Zhu Su.
"No, Fifth Brother, I don't know anything about poetry or anything like that! I can't compare to the aroma of wine and meat." Zhu Su said, while Zhu Xi and Zhu Di nodded their heads in agreement. At least Zhu Su was still looking around the window. The two of them had been at the table from beginning to end, not moving at all.
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The poetry reading meeting was just like this. They couldn't finish reviewing the poems for a while, so Zhu Su continued to sit down and ate wine and food while discussing the characters of the Three Kingdoms with Zhu Di Lanyu and others. Anyway, I don’t have to worry about the sound leaking out due to the noisy poetry review below.
The bustle of poetry review lasted for a while, and excellent works came out from time to time. The judges have selected the three tripods for today's poetry meeting, and the exchanges between students and scholars gradually became quiet, waiting to be heard.
Regardless of the top two or three, if you can win the first place in the poetry club, your poems can be sung in a wealthy place like Fulueyuan, or even in the entire Yingtian Mansion. Scholars attach great importance to their hopes. If you have People of this caliber will be guests at any dignitary's house in the future. It will even be of great benefit to becoming an official in the future.
Therefore, all the scholars extremely hope that they can win the first place in the Poetry Association.
"This poetry meeting is the flourishing period of our literary world in the Ming Dynasty. You have really contributed a lot of good poems." Song Lian stood up and said. It is rare for the Ming Dynasty to have such a large-scale poetry gathering. The old gentleman is always in good spirits when happy events occur. "After careful consideration, I think these three poems are worthy of this poetry meeting.
Top three. Just wait and listen carefully. "
With that said, the three poems were recited aloud and posted on the red list.
"Hu Qian laughs at his beauty, while Wu Yue despises his chariots. The mediocre people are clamoring, and they are called wise men and fools. The sword and pen calculate the gains and losses, and the silk and millet are more profitable and loss. Whoever calls Zhou Gongsheng is inferior to this."
"A good poem that uses the past to satirize the present, I can't do it better." Zhu Fan recited the poem he was named the leader in a low voice and couldn't help but admire. This was the first time that he expressed that he was ashamed of his poetry. Even the poems written by Ersanjia, when he heard them, he just raised his head and dismissed them.
"Who wrote this poem? Hey, isn't he the boy who came to Dabentang to play ball?" Seeing a young man surrounded by a group of scholars congratulating him, Zhu Di had sharp eyes and could tell with just one glance that the shy boy The scholar is none other than Song Lian's disciple Xizhi, who was defeated by Zhu Su in Dabentang.
"Isn't his name Xizhi? Why did Master Song just now say that this poem is Fang... what is Fang?" Zhu Chong said.
Zhu Su took over the conversation: "Fang Xiaoru. Master Song Cai just said that the author of this poem is Fang Xiaoru!"
There was already a storm in my heart. Fang Xiaoru! Fang Xiaoru, the die-hard loyalist of Emperor Jianwen! Fang Xiaoru, the first ruthless person in history who was expelled from the ten tribes! Fang Xiaoru, who was unparalleled in loyalty but ended tragically, leaving endless tragedies in the history books! Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the shy young man who was refuted by him in the main hall.
The young man's aura was moving in all directions. Although Fang Xiaoru kept bowing his hands and showing humility to his contemporaries, he still couldn't hide the proud young man's spirit in his eyebrows. Could he have thought that in a few decades, because of the beliefs he insisted on, he would cause his family brothers and even friends to die because of the moral principles he adhered to in his heart?
He was not wrong at that time, but the world at that time was wrong.
Zhu Su stopped looking out the window. He has told Lao Zhu everything, and Lao Zhu will naturally try his best to stop that wrong world. A loyal scholar like Fang Xiaoru should use his blood to serve the country and the people, instead of falling uselessly under the butcher's knife of civil strife and staining a sad corner of the long history of history. I believe that in this life, he will definitely be able to show his ambition, achieve a good result and show his ideal of being a pure Confucian scholar and benefiting the world.
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I had just torn off the chicken legs from a chicken and stuffed them into my mouth. I heard the noisy congratulations outside and gradually became calmer. Someone must have signaled everyone to stop making noise. Then I heard Song Lian's voice outside:
"Although the leader has been successfully selected this time, I still have a nostalgic poem that His Majesty gave me. Please comment on it, so that you can understand that there is a mountain with a higher mountain."
The words given by Lao Zhu? Zhu Su smiled inwardly while chewing the chicken leg meat. Lao Zhu's poems are domineering, but the words and sentences are all "a cock crows once and pouts once, a cock crows twice and pouts twice", which is simple and easy to understand but has no culture. It would be purely embarrassing to put it here at the Poetry Society. Could it be that Old Master Song wanted to ridicule the king in public?
"This word card is Linjiang Immortal, please listen carefully." Song Lian said. At this time, the shouts in Fulueyuan were completely silent. You could hear a pin drop. Even the people in the private room held their breath, wanting to hear what Lao Zhu said. What nostalgic words can you make?
People like Zhu Su and Zhu Di who were not interested were sitting at the table, while Zhu Fen and Zhu Zhen, who were interested, continued to look at the window. Song Lian unfolded a piece of paper that he cherished in his arms, took a deep breath, and heard Song Lian's melodious reading voice outside the elegant room:
"Linjiang Immortal·The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass eastward."
"The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure, are all gone. The green mountains are still there, and the sunsets are red several times!"
"White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the Nagisa River are used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze. We are happy to meet each other over a pot of turbid wine."
"So many things happened in ancient and modern times, all are paid for and laughed at!"
When Song Lian read this poem, he felt extremely passionate, and the last sentence even had a broken sound. But not a single person in Fule Yuan laughed at him. If the silence just now was because of Song Lian, a great scholar, then the silence now is because everyone has been brought into the artistic conception of this nostalgic poem.
"Wow! That's great!" Even Lan Yu, who was illiterate, couldn't help but murmur in admiration at this time. he
Although I am illiterate, I can hear the heroic spirit of the heroes of the past contained in this poem, as well as the sigh that time flies and the heroes are no longer desolate!
This poem actually perfectly expresses his melancholy feeling that he wanted to meet a great hero like Guan Yu, but due to the long river of time, he could only toast a glass of wine to the sky, and all the past and present events could only be laughed at. !
"It seems that I must study in the future. Otherwise, I won't be able to say any words of praise." Lan Yu thought to herself.
"What a wonderful word! What a wonderful word! Compared with this word, my crooked words really shouldn't be in this world!" Zhu Fan also sighed. Even Zhu Di and Zhu Xi were also impressed by this word. The wonderful artistic conception is brought into it and will never be forgotten for a long time. Zhu Zhen also patted the window sill and praised: "This poem cannot be written by heaven and man. I never thought that my father is not only talented and majestic, but also has such a poetic talent... Hey, fifth brother, what's wrong with you?"
As soon as Zhu Zhen said this, everyone realized that Zhu Su had a weird look on his face with his mouth open, his jaw seemed to be dislocated, and the large piece of chicken drumstick in his mouth looked like it was about to fall on the table, but he didn't react.
Zhu Su had no idea that he didn't want to copy his poems, but Lao Zhu had his poems copied directly! This Linjiangxian poem was indeed written in the note that was shown to Lao Zhu, but I don’t know when he wrote it down!
"Lao Wu? Are you okay? Are you choking?" Zhu Ping brought a pot of tea to Zhu Su. Only then did Zhu Su come back to his senses and waved his hands to say nothing happened. The group of scribes below had gone crazy. Some of the flatterers were so excited that they knelt down on the spot and shouted, "Long live His Majesty." Hearing Zhu Su curse in his heart while drinking tea: It has to be you, Emperor Hongwu, you are so thick-skinned!
what is this? Was he forced to give Lao Zhu a masterpiece to pretend to be Boyi? Old comrade, why are you so shameless? You have become an emperor and you still steal my few masterpieces. I am embarrassed to do such a thing as stealing poems, and a masterpiece of this level requires one less poem! If I had known that you were so thick-skinned and could pretend to be Boyi without saying a word, why not have I shamelessly pretended to be Boyi first and feel better...
Just as he was thinking this, Song Lian's voice came again from the chaotic noise below:
"You have misunderstood. Although this poem was indeed given to me by Your Majesty, in fact, its author is not Your Majesty, but someone else."
"This person is your Majesty's fifth son, and the fifth prince who has granted Wu the title of vassal, King Zhu Su of Wu!!"
"Poof!" Zhu Su sprayed all the tea on Zhu Ping's face.
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