Beside the Penglai Pond, in the Furong Garden, the writing, ink, paper, inkstone and inkstones on the tables and tables are all ready, and the graceful girl who burns incense and cleans her hands is standing by and waiting to be served. This year's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival will be a bit different from usual. I just heard Mo Xichen say that the imperial court intends Send the up-and-coming talents at the poetry meeting to the Hanlin Academy for further study, and directly serve as the reserve army of the new dynasty!
Several academicians of the Hanlin Academy were presiding over the poetry meeting, and the one headed by him was covered in silver threads, but he was in good spirits and looked old and strong. Hanlin Academy is the imperial academy of Xi Kingdom, equivalent to the highest institution of higher learning. Being able to study at Hanlin Academy means that one foot has stepped into the court.
Academician Yinsi made a brief opening remarks, while Beichen Shaoyuan sat lazily in the first seat of the jury, drinking tea boredly, as if he was not interested in the poetry festival.
Today, because of the sudden appearance of Beichen Shaoyuan, my overall plan was disrupted. I can't stand out too much, and I must confirm the name of the talented person. It's really difficult!
At the beginning, the academicians also drank tea and chatted casually. After all, there are so many people with uneven levels, and it is not difficult to judge.
For example, Huang Yingjie's group was very lively, bursting with laughter from time to time, I went over to take a look out of curiosity, and almost broke out of laughter! That Huang Yingjie didn't know how many drops of ink he had in his stomach, and he wrote "poems" such as "Everyone said that the God of Wealth is good, it's not as good as my father's hair", "When Miss Ningxue turns her head, the eunuch will tremble"!
I forcibly held back my laughter, but there was one person who let out a long laugh without concealing his contempt. I saw that he was the only young man with black moles who didn't toast me at the wine table that day!
Huang Yingjie was a little annoyed, her face flushed red, and she said loudly: "Strictly! Are you making fun of my poetry?"
"How dare you!" Yan Zhun said, but his expression was arrogant, and his eyes were clearly mocking "you are also called poetry"!
Huang Yingjie was furious, and was about to explode when suddenly a happy expression appeared on his face, attracting a few oily and powdery figures beside him.
"Why don't I wait for a couplet poem! It's better to compare the literary talent with Master Yan!"
"Okay!" Those people answered very cheerfully, as if full of confidence.
"I'll come first! The snow has fallen!" One of them pondered for a moment, and he didn't know what he thought.
This sentence was flat, but Huang Yingjie and the others immediately applauded, as if whoever shouted loudly would win.
"This is the royal aura!"
Huang Yingjie took it and gave a bow in the direction of Beichen Shaoyuan. His face was so flattering that he could pinch off the flowers.
"Why not for another three years!"
A man who looked like a son of a wealthy businessman waved his hand as if to show off. He thought it was a good sentence, but he didn't know that these three sentences had already attracted a lot of swearing and cursing from the onlookers.
"It's your turn! Mr. Yan!" Huang Yingjie couldn't hide the smugness between her brows and was aggressive towards Yan Zhun.
"I thought you were just incapable of writing and writing, but you are so flattering in your bones and so vicious in your heart!" Yan Zhun raised his head proudly and said in a loud voice, "The wine and meat of Zhumen are stinky, and the road is frozen to death! It is you worms!"
"it is good!"
I involuntarily shouted ok, for the strict impassioned, not afraid of power! As soon as the voice fell, there was a burst of harmony from the crowd.
Yan Zhan glanced at me and seemed a little surprised when he recognized who I was.
"Stop talking nonsense! Are you going to take it or not!"
Yan Zhun didn't speak, just dipped in ink and swiped his brushstrokes in one go. After writing, he flicked his brush and flew away.
This guy has a lot of character!
Huang Yingjie grabbed the rice paper and saw a few big characters on it.
"Let the motherfucker fart!"
I don't know who said aloud, and suddenly burst into laughter. Huang Yingjie and others were embarrassed and angry, but they had no choice but to leave the paper.
"Yan Zhun is the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, a rare good official who is honest and upright!" Yin Yi told me softly.
What can be praised by Yin Yi must have its admiration!
Let’s just laugh at this little episode. The level of these so-called famous disciples is evident. I just read a few pieces that fit the situation at random to ensure that I can enter the final competition. The excuse is that my right arm was injured, and Yin Yi wrote them.
Soon, there were only a dozen people left in the field, and there are only a few famous literary talents every year.
Academician Yinsi is obviously very satisfied with the poems of the remaining few people, and his face is full of admiration.
"A few of you are already among the top talents in Nanhuai, and the level of poetry and prose is excellent, but since it is a poetry club, it is necessary to distinguish between the two, and now the old man will ask the last question, with the time limit for one incense stick!"
Academician Yinsi pondered for a moment, then smiled slightly: "Tonight is Mid-Autumn Festival, let's take this moon as the title!"
Since it is the final competition, everyone is thinking hard and trying to make the best poems. I see that some people are biting their pen and meditating. The situation is really a bit like writing an essay back then, and it's always excruciatingly painful.
A stick of incense was barely burning, so I didn't speak, and Mo Xichen, who was beside him, remained silent and did not write.
I heard Pan Jie calling us in a low voice, very anxious, this flower butterfly, although stubborn on the surface, is sincere to my friends, and I can't help but be moved. Looking at Yin Yi again, he was still calm, waiting for me to start reciting poetry, as if he was not in a hurry at all. Is he really so confident in me
"King Xie!" I suddenly turned to Beichen Shaoyuan, "Xiaguan Wen's thinking is a little sluggish, I wonder if you are allowed to delay for a while?"
"Precise!" Beichen Shaoyuan answered very readily, blocking Academician Yinsi who wanted to stop him.
"King Xie! This is against the rules!" Academician Yinsi whispered in Beichen Shaoyuan's ear with an embarrassed expression on his face.
"This king is the rule!" The corner of his lips twitched, domineering.
"… Yes!"
"Book line! It doesn't matter if you can't do it, this king doesn't mind!"
here we go again! Can't he stop the meeting, he has to ruin my reputation! I pretended not to hear and stood aside to ignore him. But he agreed so easily, did he think I couldn't write any good poems if I waited? Or is there another conspiracy? For him, I had to be careful and careful, and any anomalies had to be carefully thought out.
On that wall, Mo Xichen looked at me worriedly, as if asking, "Are you alright?", a warm current flowed in his heart, he still refuses to write, just waiting for me, so as not to cause me psychological pressure, So heartfelt! I gave him a relieved smile and motioned him to write quickly.
"Book store! Don't you think quickly!"
Beichen Shaoyuan suddenly spoke up again, but this time his tone seemed to be a little displeased. He said just now that he didn't mind, but it became really fast! I rolled my eyes inwardly, looked away, and pretended to be contemplative.
The incense had been burnt out, Mo Xichen hesitated for a moment, and finally picked up the brush and swiped.
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The old house has little knowledge and knowledge, and the "verses" in the text are quoted elsewhere, please forgive me~~