Wang Shouren is the eldest son of Wang Hua, Li Zhaoxian is Li Dongyang’s own son, Li Mengyang, Tang Bohu, Bian Gong, Wang Jiusi are all disciples of Li Dongyang, and Zhu Zhishan is the examiner of Xie Qian and Wang Shouren was born in the list... The second generation of authors are all from the same generation. The disciples and disciples really bumped into each other at the venue. The faces of the seniors didn't look good, and the hearts of the juniors didn't feel good either.
Cui Xie held Li Zhaoxian firmly and let go after the teachers were far away. He asked him in a deep voice, "Why did you come out, didn't you tell you to rest in your room? I have met many colleagues along the way. If you bump into you, call out your name, so as not to be surrounded by people."
Li Zhaoxian said nonchalantly: "I know many of them who have written comic strips, but not many of me. Even if I do, I don't know that I am one of the six people today. I listened to tourists' guesses, and I guessed that there was a tip in the author. What about adults?"
Cui Xie sighed and only hoped that Fei Hong would not come out to join in the fun, and Wang Shouren should never come out. Wang Shengren's eyesight and action are much stronger than these weak scholars. If he sees his own father, no one can stop him.
He asked worriedly, "You're the only one who came out? Have you gone to see the senior judges?"
Li Zhaoxian shook his head: "It's not just me. After I came out, I saw Brother Bohu also came out. They may have gone to see today's judges. I used to see those brothers, so I simply thought of watching the pictures again and eating some. Things to go." And then the line up until now.
He actually wanted to take a look at it two more times, but when he saw his senior brother found in front of him, he put aside his thoughts and asked, "Is senior brother here to tell me to go back? Are you going to start commenting?"
No, I'm telling you to go back, so that your fathers, teachers, and teachers can feel at ease in the garden.
Cui Xie looked at him affectionately and replied, "It's getting late, let's go back to eat something and prepare early. I'm afraid the review meeting at night will have to be held until the night, you are weak, take a break while you are at this moment. ."
He took his junior and brother to the jury, and when he went out, he caught a guy in charge of order and asked him to inform the shopkeeper to arrange someone, and bring the authors to the jury, and everyone had a meal together.
Walking to the no one in the jury, Li Zhaoxian suddenly stopped Cui Xie, looked at him with flickering eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, tell me the truth, are the seniors who judged us Jin Yiwei? The current author?"
Cui Xie glanced down at him, and answered neatly, "No, why do you think so?"
Li Zhaoxian held his arm and said, "Really? We don't know the bottom line yet. Brother, you can't deal with me if you say 'no'. At the beginning, the play of "Wang Yaoniang" was originally produced by Ju Anzhai, and Xie Zhen in it. The paintings by Fu, Feng Yun, and Yao Niang are the same as those of Jin Yiwei today. At that time, you were a student of the Imperial Academy, and Fei Shi said that it was your classmate, right
"Your articles are often of the same name, and you have a good relationship. He will definitely write for you. The two predecessors, Guo and Tang, are your talents in Qian'an. The Three Kingdoms commented on Liucaizi was also printed by your study. It must also be someone you love to use."
He counted the people with his fingers, and put aside some of those who didn't agree with him, and finally put out the most important evidence: "At that time, the style of Taige style was not declining, and my father's Chaling line was prosperous. Style, these predecessors were famous at that time, and the style of writing naturally has the temperament of Chaling, and that Shuixi is probably a follower of my father..."
He raised his eyes to look at Cui Xie, shook his head and sighed, "If it wasn't for my brother and I who have known each other since childhood and are familiar with your poems, I'm afraid I would have recognized you as Mr. Shuixi."
Hmm, this kid sucks.
Cui Xie glanced at him, decided to go back and sue Teacher Li in black, and carried him back to the review room without touching his feet.
Unexpectedly, none of the judges and teachers he invited left, and they were exchanging the experience of writing comics with Tang Yin, Li Mengyang and other talents.
Although the two talents in Qian'an started out by writing reviews, and Liu Chun, Tu Rui, and Cheng Kai have never written for Cui Xie, they are also senior readers who started to follow Jinyiwei comics before and after the pilot test. There are these people who comment from the perspective of pure readers, and also open up new ideas for the authors.
Cui Xie carried Li Zhaojin in, and found that there were not many judges, and even the author only sent this one from him. He was really happy.
Looking at Li Zhaoxian, Wang Shouren also seemed relieved, and said with a smile: "We have already reviewed the manuscript here, and we are waiting for brother Bo Zhengxian to come. You and Brother Hezhong have just come from outside, what is the situation in the yard? How about it?"
Li Zhaoxian said excitedly: "There are people everywhere, and there are queues in front of any painting studio. After watching, they are reluctant to leave. They are so crowded that there is no place to stand! I will see that there will be a Jinyiwei Zaju come out next time, and there is no need to ask the troupe to sing. , directly paint such a big picture, and ask a few people who can sing to sing next to it, I'm afraid it will be more popular."
Cui Xie also said: "I asked the gardener, and the guests liked several manuscripts, and I didn't see any bias. The winner will be known at the evaluation at night."
Several authors looked at them eagerly, all wanting to know the outcome earlier. When I heard this, I didn't know whether I should be proud of their new manuscript being read by others, or should I be disappointed. document.
Cui Xie comforted them in a warm voice: "Even if the readers' votes are evenly matched, don't they still have professional votes from the judges? If you don't believe in outside tourists, you have to believe in the quality of my five young brothers and Bo Anxian's comments on articles, right? Not to mention. Not only do we want to rate you, I also asked the current Jinyiwei authors to ask for comments, and then read it to you in public."
The eyes of several judges lit up, chasing after him for comments, and vying to ensure that these new authors would not see it. Li Zhaoxian widened his eyes in shock, and murmured, "Am I really guessing wrong?"
Cui Xie patted his chest, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "I've been hiding the commentary for a few days, I'm just waiting for a surprise for you today."
Comments cannot be shown to them in advance, but I can treat them to a good meal, which is just the right time to call the teachers to go around the garden and watch movies.
Cui Xie asked people to go down to prepare meals, and by the way informed Teacher Li that they could go to the garden, and came back to eat with others.
During the day, I can give the authors and the judges some wine to eat, so I give them fried nuts, boiled peanuts, and cornel nuts mixed with spicy oil. Miao Cai. Although there is no wine, the fresh dishes are paired with hot peanut milk, which also makes everyone satisfied.
While the author and the reviewers were having dinner, Wang Shouren quietly called Cui Xie outside, his eyes flashed with wise brilliance, and asked him in a low voice, "My brother just went out, not only to see how the guests commented on the new article, but also to meet him. My father and Li Xueshi are all together, right?"
Cui Xie shuddered, almost unable to hold back his expression.
Wang Shouren said with a smile: "Brother Hezhong, don't be nervous, I just guessed this, so I left everyone for you. In fact, I already knew that my father was a Longquan hermit who wrote Jinyiwei. Since I know my father's identity, I will not guess anyone else. It's hard, there are all those people in the Hanlin Academy on the left and right..."
Sage Wang is worthy of being Sage Wang!
When Cui Xie heard his reasoning, he was not very surprised, but had a feeling of "finally here". He didn't blame Wang Zhuangyuan for not covering up his vest. After all, Wang Shouren was a saint. He was able to govern the country and suppress rebellion. He writes biographies...
It was only natural that his champion father couldn't handle his son.
Cui Xie simply said as a bachelor: "Brother Shou Renxian guessed right. I was just going to pick up my mentor and seniors. I ran into Junior Brother Li on the way and brought him back."
Since he had known about this for a long time and kept it a secret for so long, he must have something on his mind when he suddenly said it today. Cui Xie didn't bother to guess, and asked directly, "Brother Xian knew about the identity of the teacher and the seniors, but he couldn't bear it, and he told me about it today, it must not be accidental, is there anything I can do? "
"There is indeed something, I want to ask Brother Hezhong to help..." Wang Shouren showed a trace of shame in his eyes. He didn't look at him, but said very firmly: "I look at the direction of Chaozhongfeng, and it seems that I intend to recover the Hetao, relying on high walls and thick walls to fight back. Tartars, Vassars, and Nuzhi are all frontier barbarians. I want to send out to the Imperial Court and be a censor in Jiubian, to see the real frontier battle."
He gave Cui Xie a deep salute: "I'm afraid my father won't agree, please ask Brother He Zhong to ask old Li Ge for me, and let me go to the border."
He just bowed down, his arms were held up, and he could no longer bend down. Wang Shouren's heart was cold, he raised his eyes to look at the person opposite, but met a pair of fiery eyes.
Cui Xie was even more enthusiastic and active than he said: "How can I delay the patriotic heart of Shouren Xian! I will try my best to convince my teacher about this matter, even if I can't say it, I have to do my best. Support you!"
Liu Jin almost told him to go on, he was worried that Wang Shouren had nowhere to exercise his ability to fight and settle the people. Sending a trip to Jiubian is not the same as sending to Guizhou Longchang? Asking him to see the chaotic borders and the hardships of the people will definitely be good for thinking about life.
It doesn't matter even if it's a little bit, at least he can use his general talents, which is better than staying in Beijing as a lecturer for decades.
Wang Shouren didn't expect to get such affirmative support from him, so he returned to the room erratically, and ate his meal in a hurry, barely knowing what he was eating.
However, after dinner, the authors and judges will be on stage, and they should not be distracted. Cui Xie called someone to change them into a green robe with shoulder pads and waist, and a tall square scarf, and stepped on invisible high heels to disguise them first. Everyone packed up, practiced speaking in a low voice, and then walked to the stage mightily.
The Huang Family Garden has hosted many conferences over the years, and the layout of the main courtyard has remained the same as before.
The big stage is located high in the courtyard, with clear and bright horn lamps lined up under the eaves and on the columns on both sides. In the center of the stage is a black paper frame that is the same as the outside picture studio. big paper screen. Behind the screen, there are two lamps and a seat. Each author has to go up and introduce the story of his relationship with the Jinyiwei comic book, as well as the idea of writing a new manuscript.
Fortunately, the authors have attracted many followers because of their titles. People who often talk about poetry and essays with others, if they don't like to talk, they don't know what to say when they sit up.
Rao is so, a few talents still secretly played cheat sheets and put them in their sleeves, ready for emergencies when they came to power.
As for the judges, they had to come to the stage together after all the six talents came to the stage to declare their intentions and read the articles, and then gave them comments and grades one by one. After the judges have finished their evaluation, the host, Mr. Cui, will read the comments and expectations of the senior authors for the newcomers, and finally it is time for the audience to vote.
The points given by the professional reviewers and the results of the audience's votes each account for 50% of the weight, and the score is scored on the spot, and the main writer of "The Fortress of Jinyiwei" is selected.
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It was getting dark at the beginning of the day. When the lights in the courtyards of the garden were turned on, bells, drums, flutes and flutes also sounded from the main courtyard. The door that had been locked for a day was pushed open from the inside. The roof of the shed is also covered with paper and curtains on all sides, keeping the chill of early spring out of the shed.
In the shed are rows of long bamboo chairs lined with soft and warm feather cushions. Under the guidance of the steward, all the tourists in the hospital were divided into six zones. With the down and the warmth under the buttocks, and the will to support the favorite author burning in their hearts, they could not feel the chill of early spring, and only a passion was secretly boiling in the field. .
The stage in the courtyard gradually lit up one after another, illuminating the picture frame they had been looking at all afternoon, attracting more and more anticipation from the tourists.
But there is no color picture behind the frame. There is only a man in a green robe and a scarf standing in front of the white screen. Familiar captions.
"It's Bai Jingsheng! The beginning of the paragraph written by Bai Jingsheng, the color of the sea and the sky, is like a scene in two sentences, I remember it clearly!"
The people down the stage shouted the name of Bai Jingsheng, and a few others sitting close to the stage actually stood up and walked forward to see the author's true face. The stewards in the audience hurriedly stopped them, tried hard to persuade them, and even threatened them to scare the author away if they continued like this.
Just as this chaos is about to start, the silk strings in the courtyard turn, and there is a faint singing sound on the stage, but it is a song that is very familiar to the visitors of Zhimanyuan and the author on the stage—
It is the song played when An Qianhu disguised himself as a woman and stepped into the lair of Japanese pirates, with golden makeup and jade decorations, high buns and Chinese clothes, holding a lotus fan half-covering his face, and fascinated the traitors and Japanese pirates.
The tourists were instantly reminded of their old memories, and they no longer attached themselves to the new author. They all sang the old play with the familiar Shengxiao stringed pipe:
"The flowers are beautiful, the moonlight is charming, and Xie Chang'e has a natural beauty. The branches are green, the waves are swaying, and the waist is dancing in front of the wind. Although it is held in the palm of the hand, I wish I could smile."
The author has something to say: This piece was composed by Yang Tinghe, [Double tune · Qingdongyuan] When I see the shadow of the lotus flower on the fan in the autumn night, there is a mourning relative