As soon as Ji Zhibai left, the leftist ministers left one after another.
A few months ago, at least half of the people would have left, but now less than 20% of the people have left.
Chen Hanlin in the pavilion breathed a sigh of relief and began to preside over the Xuemei literary gathering as usual. He was originally going to invite the highest-ranking person in the plum garden to give a speech, but Jiang Hechuan showed no interest, so he went directly to the next step and asked ten new students to recite. The top ten poems in Xuemei's literary list last year.
These children were extremely happy. Their coming was not just a courtesy. The presence of so many scholars and their talents was of great benefit to them.
After the ten children finished reciting the poems from last year's Xuemei Literary Society, Chen Hanlin began to tell interesting stories about the previous Xuemei Literary Society. Many people had heard some of the stories, but they never got tired of hearing them.
It was the first time for Fang Yun to attend the Xuemei Literary Society, and he heard many interesting stories for the first time, which was quite interesting.
Nunu and Ao Huang also listened carefully. A fox and a dragon often laughed. Nunu laughed softly and whispered, very ladylike, but Ao Huang laughed loudly, and the sound shook the ground half a mile. Nunu used his furry little paws from time to time. Give him a tap to keep his voice down.
Encountering a story that was so funny, Nunu held her stomach and jumped into Fang Yun's arms, rolling around and laughing.
The plum garden was full of laughter and laughter.
After telling interesting anecdotes, Chen Hanlin said: "This year, the number of good poems on Xuemei's essay list is even better than in previous years. Let's start with the tenth-ranked poem "Snow in the Forest". I remember that last year Sun Lao Hanlin wrote an article "Snow in the Pines" "Why don't you ask Mr. Sun to comment on this poem? Invite Mr. Sun to the pavilion to appreciate the poem."
Mr. Sun stood up with a smile. He was over eighty years old but walked calmly and calmly, and slowly walked towards the pavilion.
But a few guests were chuckling in low voices, and several of them were students of Mr. Sun, because Mr. Sun had a habit of always ending up with "very good" as his catchphrase no matter what he said.
When he was still a Jinshi, he taught in the academy. During the lecture, a group of students colluded and found an opportunity to say "very good" before him. Their voices almost shook the roof.
Mr. Sun was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say for a moment. He muttered "very bad" in his mouth, which made the students laugh and hurt their stomachs.
However, the students had no ill intentions, because Mr. Sun was indeed talented, otherwise he would not have become the most important academic master in the country. Afterwards, the leading student took the initiative to apologize. Mr. Sun didn't care about this matter and was extremely open-minded.
I saw Mr. Sun standing on the pavilion, taking the poem from Chen Hanlin's hand, smiling and nodding, saying: "This poem..."
"Very good!" The voices in the plum garden echoed one after another. In addition to the young students, there were also some old scholars who liked the excitement.
Mr. Sun still didn't care and said with a smile: "... Very good! What's so good about it? Let me tell you one by one..."
The seating arrangement in Meiyuan is very particular, and some people are willing to appreciate the poems. Some people were unwilling to do so and were left behind by making arrangements in advance, so there were several tables on each side of the pavilion for those who were willing to go on stage to appreciate poems, and then the host of the cultural gathering would choose which one was suitable for appreciating which poem.
Most of the people who appreciate poetry are old people who have read poetry and books. Young students rarely go there. After all, there are too many dictionaries used in poetry, and even old gentlemen may use them incorrectly, let alone young people. Regarding the flaws that appear in the process of appreciating poetry. There is no one to attack, and the world of literature is so vast that even great scholars may have errors or even blind spots in their memory.
Fang Yun looked at Mr. Sun and nodded secretly. This old gentleman has experienced the dual accumulation of time and knowledge. Young people cannot learn that kind of open-mindedness and calmness. This kind of old gentleman may be red-faced for knowledge, but if someone maliciously insults him on the street, he will not even turn an eyelid. lift.
There are seats for appreciating poems, and naturally there are also seats for self-composed poems. The custom of Xuemei Literary Society is to appreciate a poem, and then let the next person come on stage to compose poems. Most of them are young students, and there are also some high-ranking writers who want to be on the literary list. people.
Chen Hanlin ordered a young man to go to the pavilion to compose poems.
The first person to present a poem at the Xuemei Literary Society in Beijing was supposed to be this year's number one scholar. Unfortunately, Ji Zhibai left early, and the second-place finisher was not there, so Chen Hanlin had to find Tanhua to present his poem.
After Tanhua finished composing the poem, Chen Hanlin picked out a few good points to praise, without mentioning the mistakes and flaws, and would not ask someone with a high status to appreciate it in detail. This is also a courtesy. If the poem is on the literary list, Chen Hanlin will find others to appreciate it.
Fang Yun's "Farewell to Li Wenying in the Snow" was on the literary list, but Chen Hanlin didn't mention it at all. He was obviously preparing for a final appreciation as the highlight of the literary conference.
There is a Xuemei Literary Society not only in the capital, but also in every city of the ten countries, but the ones in Kongcheng and the capitals of the ten countries are the most grand.
The poem about exploring flowers was not on the literary list, and many people sighed softly, but there was a change in the literary list. The tenth-ranked poem was pushed down, and a new poem reached the fifth position.
Fang used his official seal to enter the literary list and took a look. The new poem was written by a Hanlin scholar, and it was written by Duan Yaohai, one of the "Eight Scholars of the Imperial Academy" of this generation. This caused many people at the literary meeting to whisper.
"He is worthy of being one of the Eight Horsemen of the Hanlin Academy. This person is not famous for his poetry, but his poetry is on the literary list. He is really talented."
"Qiguo is full of talented people. There are two of the eight heroes of this generation in Qiguo. It's a pity that no one from our Jingguo can become the eight heroes."
"On the contrary, the Gu Kingdom has one of the Eight Great Scholars of the Hanlin Academy, who compares favorably with me in the Jing Kingdom."
"The Eight Talents just have unique talents, and they are evaluated every five years. There are age requirements. Many outstanding talents are missed because of this, and some people are simply unwilling to be among the Eight Talents. Just like the four great talents, not everyone likes them. superior."
"But the Eight Scholars of the Hanlin Academy is a great honor after all. If nothing else happens, Fang Zhenguo will definitely be among them."
"Nonsense, if he doesn't become the Eighth Prince of Hanlin, then the Eighth Prince will be in name only in the future."
Although there were many comments, they were all praising Duan Yaohai's talent.
As soon as the list of articles changed, Chen Hanlin immediately asked someone to appreciate the poems.
Xuemei's literary meeting took a long time and would not end until dawn tomorrow.
As time passed slowly, people continued to appreciate poems at literary meetings, and people continued to submit poems. The literary list was also constantly changing, but Fang Yun's "Farewell to Li Wenying in the Snow" always topped the list, and no one could surpass it.
Scholars could stay up late without harming themselves, but the family members could not bear it and left one after another.
Fang Yun originally wanted Yang Yuhuan and the others to leave, but the three of them refused to leave, and Nunu and Ao Huang also refused to leave. They were both very interested in the cultural society, so Fang Yun had to give up.
There are fewer people in Meiyuan, but the atmosphere is more lively. Many people are waiting for the time when Zi and Chou meet. Because according to convention, a large number of excellent poems will appear at that moment, and the rankings on the literary list will flip like flying, also known as the "flying literary list", which is the favorite thing to talk about among scholars every year.
As the time of ugliness gets closer and closer, the number of people dedicating poems has increased significantly, and the rankings on the literary lists have changed more and more frequently. Many people know that it will be difficult for them to be on the literary lists after the time of ugliness, so they might as well get on the list now, which can be regarded as being on the list. Article list. Can be used as conversation material.
Fang Yun looked at Jiang Hechuan and whispered: "Master Wen Xiang, do I have to write poetry today?"
"You can also write poems and essays." Jiang Hechuan looked ahead, his eyes seemed a little empty, and he was obviously practicing silently.
Fang Yun could only ask: "When will it be done?"
"Do it as soon as the ugly moment comes. Don't waste time. Go back to sleep after you have conquered the talents of the ten countries." Jiang Hechuan said.
"You... it's better to do it simply."
Fang Yun counted the time in his mind. Chou Shi calculated it as one o'clock in the morning using military time, and it arrived soon.
One o'clock in the morning is approaching. No one in the plum garden offered poems anymore, everyone looked at Fang Yun.
At the same time, Xuemeiwenhui in various cities in Jingguo was surprisingly calm, waiting for something. Changes have also occurred in other countries.
There were people from all over the ten countries looking in the direction of Jingguo's capital.
"I wonder if Fang Zhenguo can still rule the country!"
"Fang Zhenguo must not write, must not, if you write I won't be on the Xuemei essay list this year..."
"The country has failed! The country has failed..." A few people cursed secretly.
Many famous people are extremely calm at the moment and seem not to be preparing to write poetry at the most critical moment.
The bells of ugly hour are ringing. At this moment in previous years, the Xuemei essay list would have been as chaotic as snow, but now. But the list of essays was silent, and the rankings remained motionless.
Thousands of people look to the capital, and the plum garden dominates the world.
"Go up." Jiang Hechuan said.
Fang Yun nodded and walked towards the pavilion while talking.
"The Xuemei Literary Society is one of the most important literary societies of the human race. The day I came out of Denglongtai, I was thinking about it, but I still had no clue. After entering the Tiger Prison, I recalled the past and thought about that day, and made half a thought. I can't write the second half of the poem "Bu Suanzi" anyway."
As he spoke, Fang Yun entered the pavilion and wrote the first half of the poem "Businessman".
"Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, I am lonely and without an owner. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy."
Sighs arose.
Nunu blinked and looked at Ao Huang.
Ao Huang thought for a while and looked at Su Xiaoxiao.
Su Xiaoxiao whispered: "The first half of this poem is probably recalling the scene I saw in the early spring. Next to the broken bridge of the inn, a plum tree bloomed alone and no one paid attention. It was originally the dusk time. , and now there is only one, so it is naturally particularly sad, but what is even more desolate is that the plum blossom petals are scattered in the wind and rain. "
"Little luck has suffered." Yang Yuhuan lowered his head and wiped his tears with his hand, and Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly handed over the handkerchief.
Nunu jumped onto Yang Yuhuan's lap, looked at Yang Yuhuan, and screamed softly to comfort her.
Fang Yun continued: "After suffering in prison, I had some enlightenment, but I was sent out of the Tiger Prison before I could figure out the second half. It wasn't until I passed the punishment of the Moon Tree that I had the time to think about the second half." With that said, Fang Yun continued writing.
During the writing process of Fang Yun, Jiang Hechuan casually threw the text seal, and invisible power fell on the paper.
"There is no intention of struggling for spring, and once everyone is jealous. It will be scattered into mud and crushed into dust, but only the fragrance will remain the same."
After Fang Yun finished writing, his talent soared to the sky, and his talent of more than four feet appeared on the paper.
Words become a town.
The fragrance of ink floats, the sound spreads hundreds of miles, the words generate light, and visions occur frequently.
But at the end, a warm breath spreads throughout the plum garden.
It was obviously late winter at this moment, and the plum trees were not fully blooming even under the influence of the temple. However, after the poem was completed, countless plum blossoms bloomed, with numerous branches and a strong plum fragrance.
The branches of the plum tree are covered with pink, red and white plum blossoms. There are so many plum blossoms that the branches hang low.
"This..." Jiang Hechuan looked surprised. (To be continued...)