Changsheng opens treasure chests everywhere

Chapter 44 Writing Poems
The Guozijian was not taken seriously, and the seventh-rank master book was not a high-ranking official, and the court was lazy to send someone to fill the vacancy.It is recommended by the performance of the sacrificial wine, and then the imperial court will give instructions, and it will be fine to go through the motions.

Therefore, who can be promoted to the new head book depends entirely on Zhou Fengxian's words.

After midnight, there were eleven teaching assistants in the Imperial Academy, eight including Mi Xiaoxia.The other three were arrogant, thinking that they would be directly promoted to fifth-rank doctor in the future, and looked down on this little seventh-rank master book.

Zhou Fengxian still has government affairs to deal with, and eight teaching assistants are waiting in the garden behind the library.

"Let's see who this is, assistant teacher Mi, don't you also want to fight for the position of director?"

Feng Qingnian walked towards Mi Xiaoxia suddenly, pretending to be surprised, and said in a strange way.

"Even if the carp leaps over the dragon gate, who wouldn't want to go to a high place."

"But you have to understand your weight first, otherwise it will only add to the laughing stock."

"Haha, Brother Liu is right, that's exactly what I mean."

Mi Xiaoxia didn't speak, but the other teaching assistants looked over and sang and taunted.

It's no secret that Mi Xiaoxia is just a scholar, and he entered the Imperial Academy only because of his connections.It is human nature to step on others to elevate oneself, and these teaching assistants all want to step on Mi Xiaoxia.

Moreover, the other teaching assistants have studied hard for many years in the cold window, and they have become the eighth grade teaching assistants based on their real talents.Why can Xiaoxia Mi Toto be on an equal footing with them, they are not balanced in their hearts!

"Assistant Mi, I advise you to go back quickly while Mr. Jijiu is not here. Mr. Jijiu has always been a meritocracy, and he doesn't want to sell anyone's face."

Seeing that Mi Xiaoxia didn't speak, Feng Qingnian sneered twice, and said again with disdain.

"You will definitely have to compete to learn later. Don't you miss the bottom line? Although everyone has already known it, but after all, you have an ugly face."

"You don't have to worry about that."

Mi Xiaoxia glanced at Feng Qingnian, then snorted and ignored him.

"Tch! I don't know how to flatter you!"

Feng Qingnian snorted coldly and walked away, thinking to himself, wait to see how Mi Xiaoxia makes a fool of himself.

The other six teaching assistants also looked contemptuous. In fact, they wished for this opportunity to expose Mi Xiaoxia's old background and make him embarrass himself.

Everyone waited quietly, and after a while, Zhou Fengxian came with his hands behind his back.

"Everyone, I called you here today, I think you already know the matter."

Zhou Fengxian didn't talk too much, and said straight to the point.

"Officials must be responsible to the court at the top, and be worthy of the people at the bottom. Guozijian shoulders the important task of educating talents for the country, and no matter how big or small it is, it must not be neglected! Today, I will choose a worthy person from among you, and I will report to the court and appoint him as the new director. .”

"Master Jijiu's words are very true, and we are deeply inspired. But I don't know what the rules are for this selection."

After Zhou Fengxian finished speaking, a teaching assistant asked.

"Since we are selecting talents for the country, of course it is based on talent and learning."

Zhou Fengxian coughed lightly and announced.

"In order not to waste time, I won't write an article today. Each of you will write a poem. The old man will evaluate one by one, and the old man will recommend whoever's poem is good."

"Poetry? This is good!"

Hearing that it was compared to a poem, everyone looked at each other, eager to try.

Now is the early years of the Tang Dynasty, poetry is becoming more and more popular, and literati gatherings often compose poems to add to the fun.This is both a test of talent and fun.

"I don't know what the subject is."

Then someone asked, even if it is an impromptu poem, there must be a reason.

"It's meaningless if it's too remote. Let's write a poem about things. But everything that can be seen in this garden can be used to write poems."

Zhou Fengxian pointed to the garden, then took out the incense burner and lit a piece of sandalwood.

"One stick of incense for a limited time, no priority, only good or bad."

The ancients had seven steps to make a poem, but there has been only one Cao Zhi for thousands of years.The time for a stick of incense was very tight, and everyone started quickly, looking at the garden one by one, or pacing back and forth, or stroking their chin beards and thinking.

"Poetry on Objects..."

Mi Xiaoxia glanced at the scenery in the garden, and couldn't help frowning for a while.

"Have it!"

When the incense was half burned, a teaching assistant clapped his hands, walked quickly to the desk, picked up a brush and wrote a five-character quatrain on the rice paper.

Not long after that, other people also gradually wrote poems, and they went to the table and took pens to write down.

Mi Xiaoxia walked around in the garden until the stick of incense was about to burn out, then he went to the table and wrote a poem.

Speaking of which, Mi Xiaoxia was reborn with a body, and the calligraphy is the foundation of the original body.It's not great, but it's neat.

"Okay, I see that everyone has finished writing, I don't know who will show it first."

Seeing that everyone had finished writing, with poems in their hands, Zhou Fengxian asked with a smile.

"I'll come first, and the right is to throw bricks and attract jade, and you brothers will laugh at me."

A teaching assistant took a step forward, clasped his hands at everyone, unfolded the poem, cleared his throat and began to recite.

"Section after section, the limbs grow green leaves. Although I don't bloom, there are bees and butterflies."

"Good! Great poem!"

"What a song about bamboo!"

This is a poem about bamboo. After listening to it, everyone clapped their hands in appreciation.Although this poem uses simple words, it is fresh and refined, and it is considered a good poem.

The teaching assistant bowed his hands to the crowd again, with a smile on his face, and he also thought it was not bad.

"Well, it's easy to understand, okay."

Zhou Fengxian nodded his head as approval, but he couldn't help shaking his head in his heart.Poetry is like a person, and one can see character from the poems. This person has too much fame and fortune to be used!

"Let's change to me next, I wrote Yongfeng."

Immediately afterwards, Feng Qingnian stood up, gestured to everyone, and began to read aloud.

"Blowing down the three autumn leaves, blooming all over the February flowers. Crossing the river with thousand layers of waves, entering the forest and slanting with thousands of trees."

"Good poem! Good poem!"

"What a 'cross the river with thousands of layers of waves, into the forest ten thousand trees leaning', with Yong Feng in front, my poem should be torn up!"

After Feng Qingnian chanted, everyone was amazed, the poem was so well written, one of them tore up the hard-written poem with a snort.

"Although my poems are good, they are far inferior to Yong Feng, so don't be ashamed and conspicuous."

"Brother Feng Yongfeng is ahead, it seems that there is no need to compare."

The others smiled wryly and shook their heads, and folded their poems one after another, so as not to make a fool of themselves.

"Good poetry! The first two sentences are graceful and expressive, but the last two sentences can rise from the ground and be magnificent. Good poetry!"

Even the great Confucian Zhou Fengxian nodded his head and praised him, thinking that Feng Qingnian should be the master of the book this time.

"Brothers, I'm just..."

Feng Qingnian felt complacent, and forced himself to bow his hands to thank everyone, but when he saw Mi Xiaoxia, he couldn't help being startled.

Everyone else had already put away the poems, or simply tore them up.Only Mi Xiaoxia was standing there holding the poem.

"Professor Mi, it seems that you are very confident in your poems."

Feng Qingnian looked at Mi Xiaoxia with a sneer on his face.

"It's natural."

Mi Xiaoxia raised his head slightly, with a confident look on his face.

"It's important to have self-knowledge, it's fine if you don't have talent, but the most terrible thing is not knowing yourself!"

"That is, with Yong Feng in front, we have already quit, do you have a better one?"

The other teaching assistants discussed for a while, despising Mi Xiaoxia one after another.Zhou Fengxian also frowned slightly, he didn't take Mi Xiaoxia into consideration, he didn't expect him to be so brazen.

Zhou Fengxian snorted coldly, in Jinling Guozijian, Zhou Fengxian had the final say.Even if Wang Ziteng came here, don't even think about going through his back door!

"I wrote a Lime Chant, please give me your advice, Lord Jijiu."

Mi Xiaoxia ignored the crowd, unfolded the poem, and then recited it loudly.

"Thousands of hammers and tens of thousands of hammers have chiseled out the deep mountain, and the fire is burning like nothing. Don't be afraid of being smashed into pieces, and you must stay innocent in the world!"

(End of this chapter)