The Rivers and Mountains

Chapter 118: [Peerless masterpiece]

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As soon as the second young master ordered, pens, ink, paper and inkstones were placed on the case of the nine people who had been promoted.

The second young master ordered a maidservant to hold a small porcelain pot, and let the nine people each take out a piece of paper from inside, and a maidservant stepped forward to serve behind the nine people.

Xue Poye took out the piece of paper from the porcelain pot, opened it, and found that it was a character "eight", which is really an extremely auspicious number, remembering it immediately, he handed the piece of paper to the maid behind him.

The official next to him only knew that Xue Poye had also been promoted at this time, and he didn't know Xue Poye's name before. Seeing him draw lots, he was shocked, his expression gradually changed from surprise to envy, from envy to admiration.

"You... this!" The official stretched out his thumb and praised, feeling extremely emotional, he never thought that he would be lucky enough to sit next to a promotion person, and he felt a little bit regretful in his heart, I should have liked this kid if I knew he could advance Two eyes, copy the answer to that riddle.

But it's useless to think about it, even if I passed the riddle, I would never be able to compose poems with bright moon and chrysanthemums.

With the gentle wind blowing, Xue Poye's mind immediately became extremely clear. The words and sentences entered his mind like spirits one after another. On the surface, the combination of these characters finally became the two words in my mind.

The nine people were thinking about each other, some frowned and thought hard, some groaned at the moon, Liu Tuo also frowned tightly, as if meditating, only Xue Poye finished the topic, poured wine and drank leisurely.

Han Mozhuang naturally knew that Xue Poye was also at the banquet, so he was a little bit surprised, but he was very self-cultivated. Although he was surprised in his heart, his face was calm as usual, and he squinted at Xue Poye while the nine people were answering their manuscripts. Looking from Ye's side, he saw him pouring wine and drinking by himself, leisurely and happily. He put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone aside, and said that Xue Poye didn't write at all. He sighed and shook his head, looking like a child who can't be taught .

The others also seemed afraid of disturbing their train of thought, so they lowered their heads and drank. Although there were many people in the arena, it was very quiet for a while.

The moonlight was bright and shone faintly on the earth. Under the moonlight, various flowers and plants in Lu Mansion quietly exuded their own unique fragrances, which were carried by the breeze and permeated the air.

Under the moonlight, in the fragrance of flowers, drinking and having fun, life is happy.

"It's time, close the paper!" Second Young Master said loudly again.

Then two servants collected the papers of the nine people and handed them over to Han Mozhuang's case.

Time is running short, and the test is the most common but most difficult to write poems on the moon and chrysanthemums. It is really a test. This poem is all about inspiration. for difficulty.

Each of the three masters reviewed three papers, then exchanged reviews, and finally determined a winner.

Xun Fuzi on the far left first read the first paper, shaking his head with a smile on his beard, then read the second, still shaking his head with a sigh. A look of joy gradually appeared, and at the end, his face was full of astonishment and incomparable amazement.

Master Xun handed this paper to Han Mo Zhuang who was next to him. Han Mo Zhuang had reviewed three papers, took out one of them, and put it in his left hand. At first, he looked at the paper casually. He only read it twice, then sat up straight, put down the paper in his left hand, and grasped the paper handed over by Master Xun with both hands, his body trembled.

Everyone was watching this situation, and they were baffled. They didn't know why the two masters had such a reaction.

These two can be regarded as literary masters, and have appreciated countless poems. Could it be that the two poems on this piece of paper made two well-informed old masters happy

Mr. Mo also saw such a reaction, and was also a little surprised. He leaned over to take a look, clapped his hands fiercely, and shouted: "Yes, yes, yes!" He said yes three times in succession.

The few answering papers were a little nervous, no one knew who the paper in Han Mozhuang's hand belonged to, only Liu Tuo and Xue Poye seemed relatively relaxed, pouring their own wine and drinking.

The three masters discussed in low voices for a while, Han Mozhuang finally stood up, and said slowly: "I have seen it, I have seen it, but I don't know who is such a good writer?" Shaking the paper in his hand, he sighed: " Such a peerless masterpiece can be made in such a short period of time, the old man admires it!"

Immediately during the dinner, someone asked loudly: "Master Han, what kind of poems do you always praise so much? Why don't you read them out for everyone to appreciate."

Han Mozhuang nodded and said: "Everyone, please listen to this song "Reminiscence of Chrysanthemums"!" He said leisurely: "Looking at the west wind and thinking about it, when the red reeds are white and heartbroken. The empty fence and the old garden have no trace of autumn, and the cold moon is clear and the frost is dreaming. Know. Niannianxin follows the wild goose far away, and sits and listens to the evening anvil. Whoever pities me is yellow and thin, and the consolation will be on the Double Ninth Festival."

After the poem was finished, Han Mozhuang still showed admiration on his face. During the banquet, those who knew a little about poetry also nodded repeatedly, showing admiration.

"Old Master, there is not a single chrysanthemum mentioned in this poem, so how can it be a good poem?" An unwilling old man asked loudly, which immediately provoked a burst of ridicule.

"No chrysanthemum, recalling chrysanthemums, this is the best work, otherwise it will fall into the cliché, and it will not show its subtlety. A poem is nothing more than some elegant sentences, but it is precisely these few elegant sentences that can There is a difference between the superior and inferior, sometimes changing a word, a good work becomes a vulgar sentence, and sometimes a slight change of a common sentence can also become a good work, this "Recalling Chrysanthemum" has all the wonderful lines, it is truly a peerless masterpiece!" Han Mozhuang exclaimed: "Listen to this second poem, everyone. The sound of the golden burner's incense embers is leaking, and the wind is blowing cold. The spring scenery is annoying and sleepless, and the moon moves and the shadow of the flowers is on the railing. It's wonderful, it's really wonderful. ah!"

While everyone was sighing, they saw that the respondents showed annoyed expressions, even Liu Tuo's expression was gloomy, and it seemed unexpected from his expression.

Obviously, what the master read must not be the poems they made!

Xue Poye drank leisurely, which is naturally expected. If you take out "Recalling Chrysanthemum" by Xue Baochai, the "Hengwu Jun" in "Dream of Red Mansions" and the poems of Prime Minister Wang, if you can't beat the crowd, then you will really be damned .

Thanks to Brother Cao and Brother Wang for their great help, Xue Poye thought.

"I don't know which genius made such a masterpiece?" Han Mozhuang said with a smile: "Eight, the signature is eight characters!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone looked around, wanting to know what an expert who can convince several old masters looks like.

Liu Tuo and Tan Ziqing in the seat also looked around the table.

The maid behind Xue Poye looked at the piece of paper in her hand, raised her hand, and said crisply, "Here, it's here!"

Everyone's eyes focused on the servant girl first, and the servant girl was embarrassed for a moment, she hurriedly held up the piece of paper with both hands, and showed the character "eight" on it to everyone to see.

In just a short moment, everyone understood that this poem was not written by the maid, but by the person in front of her. Everyone only saw a rather handsome young man drinking from a cup, leisurely, indifferent, and very unrestrained.

"It's...it's you!" Han Mozhuang said in horror, his old face full of disbelief.

It's not just him who is incredible.

The gloomy Liu Tuo, the surprised Tan Ziqing, the stunned He Ruhui and the second young master, and even the official sitting next to him opened their eyes wide without blinking.

Xue Poye sighed, feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at by so many people, stood up, saluted respectfully, and said loudly: "The student has seen the master!"

Han Mozhuang looked at Xue Poye in disbelief, and after a long while, he sighed: "Old man is blind, old man is really blind, you have such great talent, and I still teach you "Four Books" and "Five Classics" every day, this... I am ashamed!"

Xue Poye saw that sweat was dripping down on his forehead, so without further delay, he walked up to him quickly, bent his body at ninety degrees, and said sincerely: "The kindness of the master's teaching, the students dare not forget. The students walk in wild ways, and the master taught them , is a book of gold and jade, and students will have to concentrate on being taught in the future." This is an excellent opportunity to make amends, Xue Poye naturally will not miss it, bowing in front of so many people, not only will not be looked down upon, but There will be an extra good name of respecting the teacher and respecting the Tao. This is also clear. Lao Tzu is a disciple of Han Mozhuang. You should know it.

Han Mozhuang retired from the Imperial Academy and lived out his old age in Hangzhou. Naturally, his prestige is extremely high. Being able to worship under his sect is naturally an honor. Xue Poye explained in front of the public that at least his own identity was also mentioned. up a layer.

Xue Poye is very clear that fame is actually an extremely important thing. Thinking about future generations, fame will bring wealth, and in this era, with a great reputation, many difficult things will become easier. Tonight is a great opportunity to make a name for yourself in this land.

As smart as Xue Poye, it is naturally impossible to miss this opportunity.