"Mr. Ou, please don't be so modest. Most of the people here are people who have built a literary foundation. Even Mr. Gu has only just condensed the bones of literary talent. And you, Mr. Ou, are Jinshi and already have a literary heart..."
Yes, when it comes to literature, those with higher literary status are given priority. Even if you are only half a step higher, you can become a teacher, not to mention that you are not only several times higher than us...
Xu Que has already seen these in the book.
Literary education is divided into seven steps: the scholar forges the foundation of literature, the elite gathers the bones of literature, the scholar picks the heart of literature, the great scholar refines literary style, the semi-sage gathers the literary world, and the sub-sage wears the literary crown. As for the saint, no one knows, after all, there is no one at the moment To see a living saint…
Literary foundation is the first step of literary education, and there are two ways to obtain it. The first is to pass the examination as a scholar and become a scholar. At that time, the temple will give the literary foundation to build literary spirit. The other is to rely on great opportunities to achieve literary achievements directly from the temple through poems, articles or other literary achievements.
If there are shortcuts to the first step, there are no shortcuts later.
If you want to get the bones, you must pass the examination to be given by the temple.
Juren can participate in the palace examination, and those who are successful are called Jinshi. At that time, the temple will open the topping pavilion. Anyone who can win the literary heart is expected to become a great Confucian.
Mr. Gu has condensed his literary heart, which means that he is a scholar, but compared to Mr. Ou, he is one level lower, because this Mr. Ou is a Jinshi with a literary heart!
If compared by academic qualifications, Jinshi is a doctor, Juren is a college student, and Scholar is a high school student. Therefore, Mr. Ou is expected to be the referee.
Mr. Ou's real name is Ou Daojiang, also known as Jiayan, and he is currently a tax collector in the Zuoying Division of the capital city. Although his official position is only of the sixth rank, it is a lucrative position.
Ou Daojiang surrendered humbly and finally agreed. He took a sip of the wine in his glass and looked at Qu Xian.
"The world is prosperous, and all of you here are also literati. Since we are re-evaluating the ten heroes of the capital, let us decide based on poetry. Do you have any objections?" Ou Daojiang glanced at the crowd.
"Words of ambition are better than poems. It is a must-have for everyone, so I naturally have no objections."
"What Mr. Ou proposed is exactly what we think, and we have no objections!"
All the scribes expressed their opinions one after another, and all of them had no objections.
Xu Que watched coldly, with hundreds of alpacas passing through his mind. He knew that these people must be up to something dirty, but he didn't expect that this trick was directed at Xu Fan...
The purpose of describing poetry is to express the author's aspirations, ideals, tastes, ambitions, etc. through certain scenery.
In the past few years, Xu Fan has been endlessly ravaged by society, not counting it once but dozens of times. This makes him how to express his ideals and aspirations with scenery or things...
Xu Que thought that asking his eldest brother to write "It's a long journey, it's hard for the soul to fly, and it's hard for the soul to reach the mountain in the dream." It's almost the same!
Just as Xu Que was complaining in his heart, he found that everyone's eyes were focused on him.
Xu Que said with a question mark on his face, "Why are you looking at me? If you ask me for my opinion... I really have one."
Ou Daojiang nodded slightly to signal Xu Que to speak.
"I heard that my brother is ranked among the top ten in the capital. Today he is ill in bed and cannot attend. Please tell me, old gentleman, are you just going to rank nine? Or should you remove my brother's name and just rank ten?" Xu Que looked at him. Ou Daojiang asked.
"Since it is a re-evaluation, the previous top ten in the capital will naturally not be counted."
Xu Que smiled and nodded with an "Oh", which convinced the thief leader: "So you can still play like this. While my brother is sick, you are plotting to re-define the top ten heroes. It seems that this is not the first time you have done such a thing... Hmm... ...I seem to understand a little bit, it seems that you are very afraid of my brother!"
As soon as Xu Que said this, the whole audience burst into laughter.
They felt that Xu Que was nothing more than a useless person and was not enough to threaten them.
"Afraid? Xu Dandan, who is your brother Xu Fan? The inclusion of him among the top ten heroes in the capital was purely intentional on our part..."
"I'm laughing so hard...Why are you talking to this loser so much? If you want to do it, then just destroy them!"
These words were extremely unpleasant. Xu Que glanced at the two of them. He had just heard people around him call the man on the left Mr. Lu and the man on the right Mr. Nan.
Mr. Lu sneered: "What? Xu waste, will you just stare at us? Or are you dissatisfied? If you are dissatisfied, it doesn't matter. You should go back now and ask your brother to come over. I will tell him clearly Die under my poem!"
"Really?" Xu Que's eyes became stern: "There's no need to invite my brother! Can you compose that famous poem just now? Or are you hard-headed enough?"
Hearing Xu Que's words, Mr. Lu hesitated in his movements, but couldn't say what he wanted to say.
While Mr. Lu was speechless, Mr. Chen opened his folding fan with a smile on his face and said, "The poem just now is indeed good. We also applaud your brother's work, but what we are evaluating now are the new top ten, and there are examination questions." , is not a sad and lyrical poem..."
Xu Que shrugged and spread his hands: "My brother is ill in bed, so it's not appropriate to come. How about I play with you all? Isn't it just about writing poems? At least I have learned some from my brother...how about it?"
"Just you?" Nan Gongzi pointed at Xu Que and suddenly laughed.
His laughter was like igniting a powder keg, and everyone laughed in an instant.
Even Xin'er, who had eaten and drank enough, looked at Xu Que in surprise. She felt that her brother was a little drunk after drinking a glass of wine. After all, when she was with her brother, she never saw him doing anything fancy...
"Young Master Xu wants to write poems. I think everyone should just follow him. After all, he is also the young master of the Duke's mansion!" Qu Xian gently opened the folding fan and said.
"Well...we still misunderstood Yuan Qi!" Mr. Lu pretended to be surprised and slapped Qu Xian on his back.
"Well...no one says that playboys can't write poetry."
"I think it's a wonderful thing. Such an interesting thing can happen in such a grand gathering of literary circles. Maybe it can also make Mr. Xu famous..."
Everyone burst out laughing, because they would never take a dandy and a good-for-nothing in their eyes.
As the sheets of white paper were delivered to the table, everyone stopped laughing and only looked at Xu Que intentionally or unintentionally.
Xu Que was confused, why not use gold paper this time? Just when he picked up the pen, Xin'er tugged at the corner of his clothes, and then hooked her little hand to signal Xu Que to lower his head.
"Brother, how about I go back and ask the eldest son to write it? Xin'er is full and can run very fast..."
Xu Que was speechless and touched the little girl's head: "Don't join in the fun, go and continue to eat the chicken legs, and then tell the waiter to prepare another roast lamb..."
"Oh..." Xiner drawled her voice, returned to her seat, picked up an untouched roast chicken and started to chew on it.
The "swish" sound in Piaoxiang Tower is like a startling dragon dancing.
All the participants bowed their heads and wrote rapidly. The spectacle of the whole building shocked the merchants. It was the first time for them to see so many scribes dancing with dragons and snakes!
As time passed by, Xu Que bit his pen and thought for a moment before writing.
No one saw what he wrote, they only knew that he wrote a lot...
"Time's up, please show your masterpiece!" Ou Daojiang shouted.
The brothel maid, as graceful as the breeze, walked out from the bead curtain and collected the poems in front of the scribes.
When she received it at Xu Que's desk, the maidservant was obviously a little shocked. She also didn't expect that Xu Que not only wrote, but also wrote so much eloquently... Although she didn't know what was good or bad, she still smiled politely and took it from Xu Que. Leave that poem to Mr.…
Ou Daojiang picked up the collected poem, nodded with satisfaction, and then handed it to the people standing aside: "Read it, let everyone listen!"
"Nan Gongzi's poem: Tall trees are sick of the west wind, tall buildings are timid and easily frightened..."
"good!"
The scholars cheered like thunder, and the maids standing aside also showed admiration. They had no resistance at all to real literati and flirts. As long as the other party hooked their fingers, they would probably be able to hold the baby in the next year...
Xu Que didn't find this phenomenon strange. In the Northern Song Dynasty of that world, there was an old man named Zhang Xian who became popular all over the country with his poems... Even the nuns didn't let him go, let alone here?
And the literati here are not weak... they are tough in all aspects, and they can fly hundreds of miles away with just one word!
"Poetry by Lu Shenggongzi: Evening smoke and drizzle pass over the Songjiang River, and the shadows of banana trees move the ashram lights..."
"What a poem!"
There were countless cheers again.
"Poetry by Mr. Chen Yang..."
…
After reciting dozens of poems in the blink of an eye, Xu Que's ears almost grew numb when he heard them. He didn't know why gold paper was not used before... but he finally understood it now.
Although he is not good at ancient poetry, he has been baptized by five thousand years of historical poetry. The level of his creation...is roughly similar to the poetry he created. It is not very good, but it cannot be said to be too bad.
Therefore, people in this world still have many reasons to love poetry. For example, that old boy who has no literary foundation still has many novel things in a poem...
