Ye Yinming was not the only one who won Shanzhang's prize, all the students in the pavilion were excited and excited. One student couldn't help but blurted out: "Shanchang, are you serious?" There was a bit of eagerness in his tone.
Not everyone can go to the Imperial College to study. The Imperial College gathers the best resources of Dayu, from the teachers, to the collection of books, to the classmates, all of which are top-notch.
Shanzhang Yu stroked his beard with a smile, and he didn't show any displeasure at the student's doubts, and said jokingly, "When did I slip up, Mr. Shanzhang?"
The student touched his nose in embarrassment, and the other students laughed, and the atmosphere relaxed a lot.
Yu Shanchang said again: "Then today's poetry meeting will start here, and now Mr. Wang will come up with questions for you."
As he spoke, Yu Shanchang stretched out his hand to a gentle middle-aged man with a short beard beside him to make a petition: "Please, Mr. Wang."
Mr. Wang first nodded to Chief Yu Shan, then took out a piece of folded tissue paper from his sleeve, slowly opened it under the impatient eyes of everyone, and said loudly: "Nanliang is coming fiercely, our generation Although students cannot go to battle to kill the enemy, everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world, and today's topic is—" Having said that, he turned the spread tissue paper to the crowd, "War!"
In an instant, Ye Yinming's high-hanging heart settled down, and the fists in his sleeves stretched out.
Concubine Wei did not lie to her sister, this is really the topic of this poetry meeting!
Ye Yinming's eyes were half-closed, and there was a flash in his eyes that he must win, he must win!
"One stick of incense for a limited time! Start!"
After Mr. Wang said the beginning, some servants lit incense.
The students in the field also began to grind ink one after another, and the faint fragrance of ink fluttered in the Zhuoxiu Pavilion with the breeze, and even the people watching around couldn't help but calm down, calm, calm...
Soon, some students took up the Langhao brush and began to write one after another, including Xuanming.
Ye Yinming never moved, and he didn't know why he was hesitating.
Ye Yinming couldn't help but glanced at Xuan Ming, the last hesitation in his heart disappeared when he looked at the resolute and calm eyes of the other party.
He took a deep breath, held the pen calmly, dipped in the ink, and then finished writing a poem in one go...
After finishing writing, Ye Yinming looked around, and saw that some of the students were writing with pens, some were hanging in the air, hesitating, some were still sitting there rubbing their chins and thinking hard, only two or three students received them one after another. Pen, put the wolf hair on the pen rest.
At this time, the incense stick was only one-third burned, and the green smoke curled up and the breeze was blowing.
Ye Yinming sat calmly behind the desk, dried the ink, and then stared at the burning of the incense sticks...
As soon as the time came, a group of boys in Tsing Yi immediately collected those poems. First, the three boys copied a few copies, and after hiding the signature on the poems, they handed them over to the head of the mountain and the guests for appreciation. The original is set aside for now.
In other words, if other people have objections to the leader elected by Yu Shanzhang and the others, they can still raise it in public.
Once a year, there was a guest who had a verbal battle with all the heroes, so that several gentlemen in the academy were speechless, and then they simply tied the two leaders. It is also a good talk of the Zhuoxiuhui.
Nangong Yue, who had just arrived, didn't know about these anecdotes, but she heard a lot of them as the women around her chatted with each other.
At this time, the woman who had led the way for them took a stack of poems and went up to the corridor on the second floor, and went straight to Nangong Yue and Xiao Fei, blessed her body and said: "Shizi Concubine, Miss Xiao, this servant has taken A copy of the poems written by the students, do you want to comment on it?"
Xiao Fei said with great interest: "Show me and my sister-in-law."
Therefore, the woman divided the pile of poems into two parts, and presented them to Baihui and Taoyao respectively, and then the two servant girls handed them over to their masters.
Others on the second floor have another stack to pass to each other.
Xiao Fei flipped through the pages with great interest, chanting words from time to time, and when she saw a masterpiece, she began to chant directly, her eyes shining brightly.
Nangong Yue also slowly flipped through those poems, one after another. The students who will participate in the poetry meeting today are all outstanding students in southern Xinjiang. These poems are generally not bad, but because they are temporary propositions , it is difficult to have a masterpiece that stands out from the crowd...
Suddenly Xiao Fei clapped her palms and let out a low voice: "Miao! Miao!"
Then, she began to chant in a low voice: "The clouds press down on the city, and the city is about to be destroyed, and the light of the armor opens to the golden scales of the sun. The sound of horns fills the sky in the autumn scenery, and the swallow fat is stuffed with night purple. The half-rolled red flag is facing Yishui, and the frost is heavy." There is no sound of drum cold. Report to the king on the golden stage, and carry the jade dragon to die for the king.... Sister-in-law, look, this poem is so wonderful!" Xiao Fei said, and handed the poem in her hand to Nangong Yue.
When Xiao Fei was chanting, Nangong Yue was a little dazed. Now that she took the poem and read it again, she couldn't help frowning.
It is undeniable that this is indeed the first masterpiece of all ages! But... Nangong Yue always felt a little familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.
Nangong Yue read silently word by word. Just after reading a few sentences, her pupils shrank, and she suddenly thought of something, and almost stood up without losing her composure.
She did!
This poem should be written by Bai Muxiao!
No, or rather, it was written by Bai Muxiao in the previous life a few years later, during the break between Dayu and Beidi's battle, and it was once praised by literati at that time.
The question is, how did this poem end up here? !
Bai Muxiao's poems have been proven to be plagiarized.
Could it be that the poems she plagiarized were actually ghostwritten by a certain student here
No, it shouldn't be possible. Guan Yubai also said that Bai Muxiao's poems have different styles, and they can never be written by the same person!
What's more, although I don't know where Bai Muxiao's poems come from, most of them are based on impromptu responses, so it is difficult to find someone to write them in advance.
Furthermore, this poem was supposed to appear a few years later, and the difference in experience and knowledge of the writer will affect the choice of words and sentences, and it is impossible for the lines to be exactly the same.
Nangong Yue read the poem again carefully, and her eyes fell on a few words.
Autumn colors, Yishui, red flags...
The title "War" this time is based on what Mr. Wang said in his opening remarks. It should be based on the current battle with Nanliang. As for the release, the battle of Nanliang was imminent, so the few poems she read were cut from this battle.
Only this one.
It's autumn, it's summer now.
Yishui is not a place name in southern Xinjiang.
The red flag, Xiao Yi's flag is silver on a black background...
Do people who write just do what they want
Nangong Yue was thinking about reciting, when Xiao Fei said excitedly: "Sister-in-law, this poem must be today's leader! I don't know which talented person wrote it!"
Nangong Yue stared at her silently, Xiao Fei said it well, this poem has the aura of being the leader at first glance, and it is very likely that it is today's leader.
If this poem is really a plagiarized work, wouldn't it be too unfair to let that brazen person replace a truly talented person to go to the capital and go to the Imperial College
Nangong Yue lowered her eyes slightly. It is useless to guess whether this poem is a work of real talents or not. Just try it and you will know!
Thinking of this, Nangong Yue called Baihui to give her instructions.
Baihui took the order, and hurried downstairs, and came to Yu Shanzhang to pass the message.
Yu Shanchang looked surprised, nodded slightly, and said a few words to the young man in Tsing Yi beside him.
The young man in Tsing Yi quickly went to look through the original works of those poems, checked them one by one, and went to reply. Afterwards, Yu Shanchang looked at the students in the hall, and said loudly: "I wonder if Mr. Ye Yinming is here?"
Ye Yinming stood up hurriedly, feeling a little uneasy. Of course he still remembered Baihui and knew that she was Nangong Yue's maid, but Baihui probably didn't know that the poem was written by him before she came down... Could it be that Miss Xiao had read her poem and admired it greatly, so the concubine Shizi Did you order Baihui to come down and ask
The more Ye Yinming thought about it, the more excited he became, his heart was beating like thunder, and he leaned over and said, "The student is here!"
For a moment, all eyes in the Zhuoxiu Pavilion were focused on Ye Yinming, and many people were vaguely guessing whether the name of today's leader would fall on Ye Yinming
Yu Shanchang said again: "Young master Ye, about your poems, the imperial concubine has a few words to ask you."
Crown Princess? Not Miss Xiao? Ye Yinming was disappointed at first, but then he said to himself, Miss Xiao has not yet left the cabinet, even if she wanted to say something to herself, it would be inconvenient, that's why the concubine Shizi came forward.
Ye Yinming maintained the posture of bowing, and continued: "Students respectfully listen to the teachings of the princess."
Nangong Yue on the second floor looked at Ye Yinming below with a complicated expression, feeling a little emotional, but she didn't expect it to be him! Ye Yinming was able to win the first prize in his previous life, he should have been talented and learned, I hope he will not do things that destroy his future.
Nangong Yue handed over the poem in her hand to Que'er, and she recited it, "Clouds overwhelm the city, and Jiaguang opens to the sun's golden scales..."
The whole audience became commotion, whispering to each other, all with expressions of praise:
"It turns out that this poem was written by Mr. Ye. It's so wonderful, it's really 'rarely heard in the world'!"
"Isn't it another good story to be able to produce this excellent work in the Zhuo Xiuhui?!"
"Yes, yes. This Mr. Ye is really talented!"
"..."
Ye Yinming's mind was soared by the praises coming and going all around, and he straightened his back unconsciously. As he expected, today's leader is none other than him!
After Que'er finished reading the poem, Nangong Yue asked, "Young Master Ye, is this poem famous?"
Ye Yinming pondered for a while, and then said: "The student hasn't named this poem yet, so let's call it "March in the Army" for now."
After a while of silence, Nangong Yue said again: "Young Master Ye, can you please explain this poem?"
Paraphrase? ! Ye Yinming blinked, this poem is not a difficult one, yet it still needs his interpretation? ! Isn't the concubine the eldest daughter of the Nangong family? It seems that this majestic Nangong family is just a unique name!
The other people in the pavilion also looked at each other and whispered to each other, feeling that this request was a bit strange.
Under the eyes of everyone with different expressions, Ye Yinming straightened out his thoughts, then puffed out his chest, and explained loudly: "The enemy soldiers are rolling in, like black clouds rolling, trying to destroy the city wall; , the sun shone on the armor, and a piece of golden light shone. In the autumn, the loud horns shook the sky; in the dark night, the blood of countless soldiers condensed into dark purple. The red flag was half-rolled, and the reinforcements rushed... "
Ye Yinming realized something was wrong as he read it, but the poem had already been presented, and he had no way out at this time.
He could only continue as if nothing had happened: "The reinforcements rushed to Yishui; the night was cold and frosty, and the sound of drums was muffled and muffled. All the soldiers are just to repay the king's kindness, holding swords in hand, and seeing death as home!"
He spoke impassionedly, and most of these young literati are passionate people, all of them are full of enthusiasm, as if they can't wait to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and defend the frontier for Dayu.
Others didn't notice Ye Yinming's slight pause and change just now, but Nangong Yue, who had been paying attention, noticed it, with a half-smile on the corner of her mouth.
At this time, she had already confirmed with sixty to seven points that this poem was not written by Ye Yinming at all!
She immediately decided to continue to try!
"It is indeed a rare and good poem..." Nangong Yue said slowly, Ye Yinming felt relieved and felt that he had escaped a catastrophe, but in the next sentence, he heard the other party ask: "Young master Ye, dare to ask?" What does "Yi Shui" mean?"
Ye Yinming thumped, he really came here for whatever he was afraid of. But did the Crown Princess just ask casually, or did she notice something.
Ye Yinming hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly replied: "Yishui is a place name."
Nangong Yue responded lightly, "I also read "Dayu Kyushu Chronicles" when I was in my boudoir. 'Yishui' sounds a bit unfamiliar to me. May I ask Mr. Ye which state 'Yishui' is in?" She didn't dare to say that she was familiar with the place names of Dayu states, but just now Ye Yinming only paused a little on the word "Yishui", and she naturally grasped this point.
The other party seemed to be asking for advice, but Ye Yinming was already panicked and his heart beat faster. He wondered whether the concubine Shizi knew about it, and then told himself that it was impossible. This poem was just written by a commoner woman. I also got it occasionally, how could the Crown Princess know about it!
In just a blink of an eye, Ye Yinming was already thinking about it, and his first instinct was to answer Yanzhou, but then he thought that Yanzhou was only a few dozen miles away from the king's capital, what if the concubine had been to Yanzhou? I want to talk about Bingzhou again, but Bingzhou was once invaded by Xiye a few years ago, so that it became the focus of all eyes...
After hesitating again and again, Ye Yinming finally answered with difficulty: "Xuzhou."
The surroundings became quiet again, and Nangong Yue recited slowly: "The sound of horns is all over the sky, and in the autumn scenery, it is filled with swallow fat and night purple. Mr. Ye, it is a border land, I don't know what Xuzhou is also counted as." stuffed..."
Oops! Ye Yinming secretly thought something was wrong, and his face was as pale as paper for a moment. This is not good, he is still careless!
At this time, after being reminded by Nangong Yue, many students also had a subtle feeling that what the concubine Shi Zi said was true, Xuzhou is inland, how can it be called a fortress? Among other things, this omission alone makes this poem flawless. More importantly, the imperial concubine is holding on to "Yishui". Could it be that there is something hidden behind this poem
Nangong Yue's voice was slightly cold, and she continued to ask: "Master Ye, is there really such a place as Yishui in Xuzhou?"
Ye Yinming's body almost trembled slightly, not knowing how to answer. The crown prince really found out! how so? !
Ye Yinming couldn't help but think of what happened back then. Two years ago, when he was still in the capital, he sold calligraphy and paintings to supplement his family income. One day, a young girl in white happened to pass by his booth, and she saw a picture of riding horses and marching. She became very fond of poetry and read this poem "March in the Army". Later, the girl specially asked him to include this poem After painting, he bought the calligraphy and painting with ten taels of silver.
The song "March in the Army" is really amazing. At that time, Ye Yinming couldn't help asking the other party who wrote this poem. The girl said calmly that she saw Ye Yinming's painting and felt deeply, so she wrote it. this poem.
The girl walked away, but this peerless masterpiece left a deep mark on Ye Yinming's heart like an invisible carving knife... Until his younger sister Ye Yili told him that the title of this poetry meeting was "War ", this poem naturally appeared in Ye Yinming's mind. Ye Yinming was sure that if he used this poem, he would definitely become the leader!
But even so, he never thought of using it at first.
Since he got the title, he has written a few poems with great pains, but with the gem "March in the Army" by his side, every time he compares it, he feels that his poems are not worth mentioning.
until today...
But-
How did the crown prince see that something was wrong? !
Just for a "Yi Shui"
Nangong Yue raised her voice, and suddenly said sharply: "Young master Ye, why don't you speak! Do you think you can't find people from Xuzhou in my southern border?"
Ye Yinming couldn't help but took a few steps back and bumped into the chair.
Hearing this, everything is very clear.
These students all knew that Xuzhou probably didn't have Yishui at all, and everything was just made up by Ye Yinming.
It's fine if it's just a fabrication, but when Shi Zifei asked about it, she pretended to conceal it, so what's the reason
A student hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but asked: "Could it be that someone else wrote this poem by Ye Yinming?"
At this time, many people had similar doubts. As soon as this remark came out, everyone looked at Ye Yinming.
Ye Yinming is still young after all, except for his poor family, his life has been smooth and smooth, he has never experienced such a battle, he suddenly felt flustered, he wanted to say that he did not plagiarize, but his mouth moved again and again, but no matter what Can't make a sound.
As a result, the eyes around him gradually changed from scrutiny to suspicion...
Finally, someone said with a sneer, "Oh, so it was plagiarized!"
These words completely broke Ye Yinming's defenses, he only felt his feet go soft, and he fell back and sat down.
This time, even those who had some doubts at first were convinced. If Ye Yinming was not guilty, how could he be so
Whether it is someone grabbing a knife or plagiarizing someone else's work, this is a taboo for literati!
All of a sudden, the whole hall became commotion like a drop of water falling into a hot oil pan, and everyone said in one go:
"Sure enough!"
"It's shameless to actually plagiarize!"
"I heard that he served as a secretary in the palace at a young age, so he must have outstanding talents and learning, but I didn't expect him to be so despicable!"
"Maybe he got his fame by others!"
"..."
For a moment, those contemptuous, contemptuous, and disdainful gazes cut Ye Yinming's body like a sword, and he felt as if he was suffering from a thousand cuts.
Yu Shanchang glanced at Ye Yinming indifferently, didn't ask anything, just stood up, and cupped his hands to Nangong Yue in the corridor on the second floor: "Thank you, Princess Zi, for your righteous words."
If the Concubine Shi Zi was not vigilant today, I am afraid that if Ye Yinming is really fooled, then he will miss a truly talented person.
However, Yu Shanchang frowned. Since Ye Yinming is looking for someone to catch the knife, he must know the topic in advance...
Although the questions in the Zhuoxiuhui are not as good as the imperial examinations, in order to show fairness, not many people know about it, so Yu Shanchang decided to check it out later.
Yu Shanzhang continued: "This old man will inform the Shanzhang of Qingmao Academy."
Nangong Yue looked at Ye Yinming below and shook her head.
Misbehavior can leave stains on the slightest, and deprive him of fame... I don’t know if Ye Yinming regrets acting so hastily now.
Ye Yinming was about to collapse. He didn't understand the character of the head of the mountain at first. He was noble and honest, and he couldn't tolerate a grain of sand in his eyes. If the head of the mountain handles this matter, I'm afraid...
Ye Yinming only felt that his ears were buzzing, he couldn't hear anything, he couldn't think about anything...
However, no one paid any attention to him anymore, as if he didn't exist like air.
The poetry meeting continued, and the judges, including Yu Shanzhang, quickly selected today's leader—Xuan Ming.
Everyone rushed up to congratulate Xuanming, Xuanming naturally thanked them one by one politely, Ye Yinming on the side stared blankly at Xuanming who was surrounded by everyone, the person who attracted everyone's attention should be him, it should be him!
Ye Yinming was in a daze, no one knew when he left Zhuoxiu Pavilion...
He returned to Ye's house in the west of the city in a daze, Ye Yili was waiting for the good news in the house, when seeing her brother came back, she hurriedly stepped forward to greet her with a smile on her face. She was about to ask, but found that Ye Yinming's expression was a bit wrong, his eyes seemed to be glazed over, and his face looked distraught.
Ye Yili's heart skipped a beat, she gathered herself together, and asked softly, "Brother, what happened?"
"It's over, everything is over." Ye Yinming murmured, his face was devoid of blood, his eyes were so empty that it seemed that his soul had been taken away.
Ye Yili saw her elder brother like this for the first time. Even though he was lingering and sick back then, he never gave up hope. She couldn't help feeling a little flustered, and anxiously asked: "Brother, what's wrong with you?... Don't scare me .”
Ye Yinming suddenly came back to his senses, a pair of dark eyes stared at Ye Yili blankly, with bulging veins on his forehead, he raised his voice and said: "It's all your fault, it's all your fault..." His eyes were full of resentment, The eyes staring at Ye Yili seemed to see some enemy.
This sudden accusation scared Ye Yili back two steps, and after a while, she found her voice and murmured: "Brother..."
Ye Yili didn't understand what she did wrong, and she would let Ye Yinming say these words. She believed that she had always done her best to her brother, and for him, she did not hesitate to go against her own heart to beg the side concubine Wei and the king of Zhennan...
Everything she did was for her brother, but now his brother accused her like this.
Ye Yili bit her lower lip, suppressed the tears in her eyes, and said, "Brother, do you have any misunderstandings about me?"
"Misunderstanding?!" Ye Yinming put his head in his hands and shouted hysterically, "It's all your fault! If it wasn't because you asked someone for a question and then leaked it to me, how could I have plagiarized like that?" thing?"
Plagiarism! ? Miss Ye showed a look of shock, and almost blurted out to ask Ye Yinming how this happened.
"My fame, my future, and everything about me are all over!" Ye Yinming became more and more excited as he spoke, like a trapped animal, his eyes were red and bloodshot.
Ye Yili took a deep breath, although she still didn't know what happened at the promotion meeting, but since "plagiarism" was mentioned, it must be a serious matter, she forced herself to cheer up, and said comfortingly: "Brother, don't Urgent... Let's think of a way, there will always be a way! We have been so difficult before, haven't we survived it?"
"A way? What else can I think of..." Ye Yinming muttered to himself.
He suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw, he grabbed Ye Yili's shoulders with both hands, and when he lost control of his emotions, the strength of his hands lost control, which made Ye Yili's face look painful , but Ye Yinming didn't notice it, and said eagerly, "Yes, there is a way! Sister, don't you know the prince? You go to the prince and beg for me. As long as the prince speaks, it will be nothing. Everything is gone?! This incident is all caused by you, you must help me... Sister, you must help me!"
There was a crazy light in his eyes, and his eyes were burning.