After a Northern Song was sung, the Qingpao scholar on the stage also inscribed the painting and calligraphy treasure, which is exactly the text accompanying Bai Jingsheng's painting and shadow that the tourists have seen so many times.
The sky is clear without the slightest cloud, the waves break thousands of miles of rivers and waves, leaning on the boat's side to look at Yujingyao.
Without the matching color pictures, those who are literate and read in the audience can concentrate on the benefits of writing. Even for those who were completely illiterate, there were also guys in the audience who held up their loudspeakers and recited them over and over again to let them know what the people on the stage were writing.
Bai Jingsheng, who wrote the inscription, also went behind the screen and talked about his experience of becoming attached to the Jinyiwei comic book when he was young.
When he mentioned that he was an old customer of a certain bookstore, he went to the bookstore to buy a new edition of poems, but he asked the shopkeeper's back to take him to the back hall, secretly told him that there was "Cui Meiren's new work", and gave him the first volume of "The Storm of the Jinyiwei". At that time, many officials and merchants from other places in the audience remembered their experiences and applauded.
Zhu Zhishan on the stage also showed a nostalgic smile, and the last trace of nervousness in his heart dissipated. He slowly talked about his feelings after reading the third manuscript of Jin Yiwei, and told everyone how he planned to arrange and expand this in the future. arts.
Where have ordinary people heard scholars talk about their ideas for writing essays like this? Even if you don’t understand it, you have to memorize a few more thoughts, and you will have something to talk about when you talk to your relatives and friends back.
The guests in front of the stage resonated with Zhu Zhishan excitedly, and Cui Xie behind the stage also gave urgent training to foreign authors - don't mention Cui Meiren when you come to the stage! Cui Meiren is in the past, and now they master the realistic portrait painting and color map printing methods are Ju Anzhai!
Please think about whose book you are writing. When you come to power, you should mention Ju Anzhai, not Cui Meiren!
Among the six talents in Qian'an, Guo and Tang looked unpredictable, while Li Mengyang, Fei Hong and other people who focused on poetry and prose lacked interest. Only Tang Yin, the painter, had to stand up and protest: "Before there was Ju Anzhai, Cui Meiren Jianhua and "Lianfanglu" have been distributed all over the Jiangnan and Jiangbei. I have seen his paintings, although the brushwork is slightly weak, but the expression is vivid, the muscles are strong and the bones are weak, and the painting method has set a precedent for a generation..."
Cui Xie blushed for the great painter, but he still held him down and stubbornly retorted: "Today is to choose a new draft of Jin Yiwei, not the painter, so there is no need to mention these matters related to the painting method on the stage. Otherwise. The guests only listen to you talk about beauty, who will read your articles? Besides, if someone votes for you because they are attracted by the word "beauty", it will be unfair to other authors, and it will be a shame for yourself. Bar?"
He tried hard to persuade Tang Yin, and Guo and Tang also said: "We are already appointed officials of the imperial court, it is not time to be talented in our hometown. After coming to power, we only talk about articles and nothing else."
Fei Hong, Liu Chun and other seniors saw how serious they were in the same year, so they also persuaded a few words. Tang Yin came here today to showcase his literary talents, not a painter. Hearing what they said made sense, he nodded: "Well, I don't mention this beauty Cui, so as not to show my arrogant nature in my words, so that people can recognize it. I come."
Choi Xie let out a sigh of relief.
On the stage, Zhu Zhishan finally finished talking about his ideas, and returned to the stage amid a roar of cheers and cheers, while Tang Bohu tidied up his clothes and prepared to play.
The curtains around the stage were lowered, the strings sounded, and the servants in the backstage gently put away the paper screen full of words. Cui Xie went up and stared at the person who rolled up the huge scroll, put it away in the hut next to it, and touched it twice excitedly.
This is one of the four great talents, the famous calligrapher Zhu Zhishan inscribed it!
Although in order to conceal his identity, he deliberately wrote a well-formed pavilion style when writing, and the name of the inscription was also Bai Jingsheng and did not use a seal, but this is also Zhu Zhishan's calligraphy! He must collect all the calligraphy of the six people on stage today, and write his memoirs when he grows old! Build an exhibition hall! Take out the vests of this group of talented people!
Cui Xie showed a cold smile, put down the paper, and returned to the conference room to listen to Tang Bohu's mental journey.
Tang Yin really listened to the persuasion and stopped talking about how he admired Cui Meiren's painting style, only that the first set of "Jin Yiwei" comic strips he came into contact with was given to him by Bai Jingsheng who had just come on stage.
Everyone in the audience burst into laughter, and some people thought that Bai Jingsheng, Fu Zensheng, and Mu Tangsheng had similar names, so they must all be acquaintances. Hearing the name of Fu Chansheng, you know that he is good at drinking, and most of Bai Jingsheng's surname is Bai, and Mu Tangsheng may also be a talented Wu Zhong, and what he admires is the romantic Tang Bohu.
I don't know who said such a statement, and it was passed on from person to person, and more and more people believed it. Some people swore to guarantee him, saying that Namu Tangsheng must be a Jiangnan scholar who admired Tang Yin wholeheartedly.
When Li Mengyang, who goes by the pseudonym Mu Tangsheng, came to power, he also heard the comments of the people downstream.
The servants who cleaned the table couldn't understand what was born and what was born, Cui Xie was full of Tang Bohu's calligraphy, and Li Mengyang alone was upset by the discussion below. The first thing he did when he took the stage was to clarify the origin of his name. .
Not Mu Wuzhong Tang Yin, but Mu Sheng Tang Poems.
He wanted the patriarch to follow the Han and Tang Dynasties and promote the retro style, in order to wash away the weak style of Ming poetry and re-display the high-profile and elegant style of Tang poetry.
The people in the lower reaches of Taiwan asked him to be stunned for a while, and there were real talented people among them, all of them fell for his words and applauded. The people who did not understand the poetic style also applauded, and there was a warm atmosphere in the field.
Li Mengyang was more and more encouraged, and explained his understanding of the new chapter of Jinyiwei and his thought that the tragic border killings in the story of the Northern Expedition should be matched with the ancient clumsy and thick style of writing. His writing is excellent, and his speech is very contagious. He talks about the tragic border wars and the brutality of the Tartar cavalry. He made the audience in the audience weep with his words, completely forgetting that they were in the garden party.
Li Mengyang cleaned up his reputation, turned around and returned to the stage, followed by Wang Jiusi and Bian Gong on stage for the first time. The last one to play was Li Zhaoxian, who was called by Cui Xie as a substitute.
He was born with a bit of stage fright, and he fainted when he was in the boy industry. If Cui Xie had not taken him to his home and took the mock test for a few months, it would not have been so easy for him to become a jinshi. Now that he is on the stage, his stage-dizziness problem is a little off again. He can't read the cheat sheet very well. He stood on the stage for a long time before he said dryly: "If I supervise, "Stop the Wind and Cloud" will Continue the text style of the first two books."
The waiter at the table shouted this sentence out with a tin horn, and was waiting for him to say the next sentence, but he couldn't wait for a long time. Li Zhaoxian blushed, looked at the sweat-soaked cheat sheet in his hand, and waved his hand in despair: "No, that's it."
He ran back to the stage without looking back, and the waiters raised their trumpets, wondering if they should repeat his last words. But there are so many tourists waiting below. If you don’t say a word, you won’t be able to explain to the guests. You have to tell the tourists that Mr. Qianhai has finished talking, and at the same time send someone to ask Cui Xie backstage.
After several long speeches, such a happy person came and finished in two sentences, and the guests in the audience were a little caught off guard.
Why did you leave
No one else said it
In the crowd, Qianhu of Jinyiwei and noble relatives also chaotic for a while. Ying Jue, son of Sun Fu, Hou of Huaining, who was in charge of Jinyiwei in Chenghua period, asked subconsciously, "Yao Qianhu, what do you think?"
Before Yao Qianhu looked at it, the people sitting around stretched their necks, wanting to see if Yao Qianhu was here.
Sun Yingjue hurriedly shouted: "Just kidding! Just kidding! It's not that there is no one on the stage. I don't know what happened. Are we having fun with our friends?"
This yard is full of people, so readers can recognize Xie Zhenfu and Qianhus, and they don't even want to leave. The noble children of Jingyuanbo, Pingxiangbo and other families resolutely stood up to block the outside, blocking the eyes of the neighbors, and endured those curious eyes to take away.
Xie Ying knew that Cui Xie had invited several new authors, and he counted that Li Zhaoxian had exactly six, so he told everyone in a low voice: "I guess there is no one behind, it's time to vote."
Yes, it's time to vote, who to vote for
Everyone wanted to ask Yao Qianhu what he thought, but they were frightened by the neighbors and didn't dare to call his name again. They all winked at Yao Qianhu and asked, "What do you think".
As a result, they stopped screaming, and the neighbors next to them called them to become addicted to Xie Zhenfu, "Yao Qianhu, what do you think?" The voices came one after another, causing Yao Qianhu several times to think that someone on his side was calling him. , turn back frequently.
The eight judges and teachers are on the stage in this wave of sound.
In the 23rd year of Chenghua, five Jingkui were in the front, Guo and Tang, who were among the six talents in Qian'an, were in the middle, and finally, Wang Shouren, the champion of the ninth year of Hongzhi, came to power and sat behind a newly replaced white screen. .
On the stage, Sizhu was revived, and there were many figures. The huge momentum drew the eyes and minds of all tourists up again, but no one noticed that a group of middle-aged literati wearing dark silk shirts sneaked into the auditorium at the side door of the garden. inside.
Several picture scrolls of bamboo scrolls were also lifted up and quietly sent in through the small door under the stage.
The eight judges sat down with their backs to the screen, while the six authors sat in a row of chairs opposite them and listened to the comments of the judges and teachers attentively.
The scroll behind the judges was turned, and the pictures of the tourists lining up for an afternoon were re-opened. The judges and teachers commented on the words of everyone in the excited cheers of the guests.
The pictures are shown from the beginning, and the teachers read the manuscript word by word, commenting on the words, images, tone, and pattern... It is equivalent to leading the audience to re-read it hand in hand. It was only at this time that many guests who did not know poetry and books in the audience understood the true meaning hidden in the words and understood the beauty of those seemingly ordinary sentences.
At the end of the review, the picture scroll was put away, and a white paper screen stood behind the picture frame. Several reviewers stood up and wrote their names and their scores under the words "Bai Jingsheng" on the far right of the paper screen. .
Cui Xie walked in the first place and mentioned "Judge Cui, Shifen" with a joint pen.
Fei Hong took the pen and wrote "Jury fee, nine points".
The ink was smeared through the paper, and the audience could clearly see the reversed names and numbers from the audience.
Cui, Fei, Liu, Tu, Cheng, this neat order makes people who still remember the 23rd year of Chenghua's meeting have a vague guess in their hearts.
But the judges neither showed up nor made a sound, and the words they wrote were in a well-mannered pavilion style. They couldn't decide that the other party was really the five Jingkui just because of this coincidence—unless they went directly to the stage and caught them face to face. live those people.
In addition to guessing the author, the officials and officials in the audience also had to guess the mind of the judges. Their eyes and brains were too busy. It's easy to not recognize them, staring at the judges and teachers' scores in the audience, shouting "Ten points!" "Ten points!" "Ten points!"
In a blink of an eye, all eight judges have finished their scores, and Zhu Zhishan scored a total of 74 points. However, because the writing tends to be light-hearted and witty, and the heroic arrogance of overseas expeditions is lacking, points were deducted by several judges.
He didn't take it seriously, and stood up to thank the judges and teachers, and the five authors also got up to congratulate him on his high score. The teachers on the stage joked with the new authors, and Tang Bohu's paintings were brought to the stage again. The eight teachers continued to prepare their comments, and a servant carried a long piece of the score, so that the readers below could see it more clearly.
Many people complained that they should not give Bai Jingsheng a low score, and some who really liked him complained about the unfairness of the score. But in the blink of an eye, the silk and bamboo rose again, the painting and shadowing opened again, and the teachers began to comment on the text of the escape Zensheng.
There were less than 20 color pictures per person in total, and the teachers were asked to comment word by word, and only one meal time was spent.
The scores of the six people were listed in order on the paper, but they were Li Mengyang's highest, and only one point was deducted from Tang Ning, who thought his writing was too simple and not shallow enough. And the lowest score is Li Zhaoxian - he imitates the former humanistic style, and it is not as natural as other people's words from the heart.
He didn't care, he just said with a smile: "Anyway, it's Young Master Qianhai, not Li who is behind. It can only be said that this kind of writing style of describing the predecessors is not easy to stand out. In the future, when I write a manuscript, I will imitate the style of Tongtong Kong's style of writing. , I'm afraid there will be more speculation."
The stage was harmonious, but the readers offstage fell into a scuffle.
"It's obviously the most moving piece of nostalgia written by Zen escape, why isn't Zen escape the first!"
"Jushi Bishan only wrote the spirit of my emperor, Ming Dynasty, and the great power of the country. It must be a big scene to be filled with the wind and clouds. It is up to him to write it."
"What's there to argue about. Bai Jingsheng's is the most witty and humorous, and is the most suitable for this comic strip. I liked him as soon as I saw him."
"Sai Shangke is the most meticulous when describing the sea scenery. Besides, he is called Sai Shangke. How can you not choose him for writing about the situation?"
"Mu Tangsheng's words are ancient, and he has the image of opening a generation. He deserves the first place..."
"What's wrong with Mr. Qianhai's article, what he wrote is obviously the Jinyiwei we are most used to reading, so I will vote for him!"
There was a lot of noise in the audience, and the host, Teacher Cui, was shocked by them, and hurriedly asked people to bring more loudspeakers, and asked them to shout in front of the stage: "Guests, be quiet, the judges are in the hands of the judges. There is a review letter written by the current author of Jinyiwei to these new authors, everyone calm down, our judges will read the letter!"
The voices under the stage did not drop but rose, shouting the names they were most familiar with, which had been printed on the cover of the comic strip.
The few lecturers who were crowded in the corner heard this call, feeling a little excited and a little sour, they whispered behind the backs of the tourists: "Even if the official road is not going well in the future, today I can hear the people calling their names like this. , this life is worth it."
The two patriarchs also sighed: "I don't want to do anything for the country and the people, but first because of this comic strip, the people remembered their names, which is really shameful. In the future, I have to do more for the country and let the people know. It's good that they call us that for good governance."
The senior writers huddled together and felt sad, but the stage had already begun to read their comments on the juniors' articles. The voices of the tourists in the audience faded, but from time to time someone could hear their names whispered, saying that they wrote better than the newcomers.
In fact, the newcomers are either their sons or their disciples, and they all know whether the articles are well written or not. Therefore, although the review did not give the same score as the reviewers, it also made a comprehensive review of the talent, style and structure of the six authors, and scored high and low.
Unanimously, Li Mengyang is still the best, but Li Zhaoxian is the worst. His literary talent is not inferior to that of his father, but he is limited by Cui Xie's requirements.
After reading these letters, the courtyard was silent. Loyal readers can be critical of new authors and challenge the organizers, but they can't bear to say that these beloved authors who have created Jinyiwei comics more than ten years ago and even accompanied many of them throughout their youth are not.
In the silence, the standing plaques and ballot boxes of the six authors were carried out and placed under the stage. On both sides of the ballot box, there were fences in the queue, and two guys on each side guided the team and asked them to pick out the corresponding votes and vote for their favorite new readers.
The voting went on silently, and the authors were hidden from the inside and could not see clearly. The eight judges turned around, but they could see the winding line in front of the stage through the paper screen.
There were only a few people standing in front of five of the six ballot boxes, and only one had a long queue in front. The people in the seats in the back were like a flood flooding into the only small gap in the embankment, crowding towards the queue that had pushed through the fence and was crowded into three rows at the ticket box.
Author has something to say
Yu Zhong first wrote "Yangdu Fu", which was completed and presented to Yuliang. Liang, with the love of his kin, is very famous for his name: 'There are three "Second Capitals" and four "Three Capitals". This is where everyone competes to write, and it is expensive to put down paper. Mrs. Xie Fu Yun: "No, this is the ear of the house under the house. It is necessary to study everything, and it is inevitable to be thrifty."