Daming Super Daddy

Xie Jin, with the word Dashen and the word Jinshen, nicknamed Chunyu and Xiyi, was born in Jishui in the Ming Dynasty. He was a Jinshi in the 21st year of Hongwu. He is currently an official in the Hanlin waiting for an edict.

Xie Jin has been enlightened since he was a child. His articles are elegant and ancient, his poems are bold and rich, his calligraphy is exquisite, and he is good at calligraphy and cursive. He is especially good at wild cursive. Great wit.

"Of course I know, but what is the relationship between these two and Mr. Xie?" Zhu Song asked.

"The older man, who looks seventeen or eighteen years old, is named Xie Zhenying. He is the second son of Mr. Xie. As for the little boy, he is Mr. Xie's nephew, Xie Zhenqi. Xie Lun is also an official in the court, and the official went to the Hanlin Academy to serve as a lecturer!"

Although Fang Tangjing had a faint look of contempt on his face, when he said this, there was still a look of jealousy on his face, "I have to admire Mr. Xie. These two young masters have read poetry and books since they were young. Not only did they all pass the Juren examination, but they also faintly became the leaders of Qingliu poor scholars!"

"Well, if it is Xie Jin, he has this ability! But..." Zhu Song pointed to Xie Zhenqi who was sitting on a stool with a serious face, and said incredulously: "This child can't look more than six years old. At the age of seven, he is also a Juren?"

"Of course!" Fang Tangjing nodded as a matter of course, and said: "I heard that Xie Zhenying could compose poems at the age of three, export them into chapters at the age of five, write excellent small script at the age of six, and write policy theories at the age of seven." Yes. This child is enough to be called a child prodigy!"

"There are really geniuses in the world!" Zhu Song was extremely surprised, "It seems that people in the world should not be underestimated!"

"Uncle Song, let's sit down!" Zhu Huixun couldn't help but feel a little itchy when he heard Fang Tangjing's amazing words.

"Uncle Song, we just went up to have a look, Xiaoxuan wants to get to know this little brother!" Zhu Zhanji was also curious, why is there such a genius in this world?

"In that case, let's go!"

Zhu Song finally understood that today he couldn't escape no matter what. Anyway, stretching his neck is a knife, and shrinking his neck is also a knife. Instead of doing this, it's better to sit on it now, at worst, it's just a copy of Huaxia's poetry and literature.

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The poetry conference venues set up by the middle courtyard of the Wangfu are actually all together, but the top seat is divided into two parts, and there is a limit on the number. It's the female guests in the flower shed in the garden.

The small pavilion by the lake has only [-] seats in total, and the others are small long tables, on which are placed fruits and vegetables, fruit juices, fine wines, pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and many scholars and celebrities gather in twos and threes Together, talking to each other.

At this moment, [-] of the [-] seats have already been filled, and [-] are still vacant.

According to Zhu Song's setting of the seats for the poetry meeting, the first twenty are all well-known and well-known, and there are only ten seats left except for princes, ministers, celebrities, and scholars of poor families.

These ten seats require the male guests in the garden to compete in poetry, and only the top three winners can sit here after three rounds of poetry competitions.

Of course, now that there are more Zhu Song, Zhu Zhanji, and Zhu Huixun, only two more rounds of fighting poetry are needed.

As for the flower shed by the female guests, it was presided over by the concubine Xu Miaojin and the prince's concubine Xu Wanjun.The Xu sisters are quite famous among the famous ladies and talented women in Yingtian Mansion, and Zhu Song is not worried if they have the two of them in charge of the house.

Seeing Zhu Song approaching, everyone in the pavilion hurriedly stood up to greet him.

Zhu Song didn't care, just nodded slightly to the crowd, and then sat down on the main seat unceremoniously.

After sitting down, several middle-aged people who looked about 40 years old stood up again and bowed respectfully to Zhu Song: "Your Majesty Du Yansong, Huang Ling, Huang Kaifu...have met His Highness King Han!"

Hey, there are only 20 people sitting in the pavilion. Except for the Xie brothers, among the other [-] people, eleven of them are relatives of contemporary Confucianists.

For example, Fang Xiaoru's Fang family, Huang Zicheng's Huang family, Du Jingxian's Du family... These people are all staunch Confucian conservatives of the Ming Dynasty, and even Zhu Yunwen's diehards.

These 11 people are the must-select targets of Ji Gang and his Jinyiwei!

"You don't need to be so courteous!" Zhu Song waved his hands to the kneeling officials, and said, "Today is just a simple poetry meeting, and you have given me enough face by being able to come today, so I will skip all these etiquettes." !"

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Everyone looked at each other, and then slowly got up.

"Your Highness, our Yingtian Mansion has not been this lively for a long time, and it's all thanks to you!" Huang Kaifu, the oldest middle-aged man who is also a relative of Huang Zicheng, said to Zhu Song with a smile on his face.

"Yes!"

Huang Kaifu's cousin Huang Ling followed suit and complimented: "Now that the Yan army is occupying the north bank of the Yangtze River, people in Yingtian Mansion are in panic. His Highness's holding a poetry meeting not only relieved the tension, but also let the common people see that our court scholars It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone! I have Your Highness in the Ming Dynasty, and it is really a blessing for the court and the people!"

"yes……"

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of praise.

These guys can really talk, even though Zhu Song doesn't like them, he is still a little flattered to be complimented.

"Humph, flatterer!"

At this time, there was a different voice, although the voice was immature, but the tone was full of contempt.

Zhu Song grinned at the corner of his mouth, almost spit out the tea he had just drank, and said to himself: What kind of way is this, dare to challenge the Confucian masters in the court to your face?

The expressions on the faces of the people who were complimenting Zhu Song froze instantly, as if they had eaten fly droppings, as ugly as they could be.

Everyone looked sullenly and followed the voice, only to find that it was Xie Zhenqi, a young scholar from Xie Jin's family.

At the moment of Xie Zhenqi, his little face was full of contempt, and at the same time, the chair under his buttocks seemed to be moved to the side, as if he didn't want to be with these people.

"Little ancestor, you are muttering in your heart, don't tell me!" Under the staring eyes of everyone, Xie Zhenying's face was very embarrassed, and he didn't know what to say.

"Hahaha, it's okay, children's words are free, children's words are free!"

When everyone was thinking about how to deal with Xie Zhenqi, Zhu Song suddenly burst out laughing and said, "It's just a child, you won't be angry with a child, right?"

"Your Highness is right!"

Fang Tangjing, who pulled Zhu Song to the gazebo, smoothed things over, "Just now, my lords only talked about state affairs, and they came to write poems! This pavilion is full of famous writers from Ming Dynasty. There are still two quarters of an hour before the official start, why don't I wait for a chance?"

"Lord Fang, good suggestion!" Huang Kaifu was the first to respond, "But there are so many people in our pavilion, shouldn't we set a topic?"

"His Highness is here, let His Highness decide the topic!" Fang Tangjing said.

The rest of the people also nodded.

"Okay, since you are so elegant, then I will not be polite!" Zhu Song also began to change the subject consciously, he turned his head to look at the sky, and said: "It's summer now, why don't we use 'summer' as the theme?" , what do you think?"

Chapter 39 Fight Poetry

Taking "Xia" as the topic, I have to say that Zhu Song's topic is quite appropriate.

Throughout the ages, there have been many poems with the theme of the four seasons. The reason why Zhu Song proposed this topic is actually to think about the way out for himself, lest when he is asked to write a poem, if he can't write it, it will be embarrassing at that time!

"Your Highness, this topic is well thought out!" Fang Tangjing clapped his hands and said, "It's just that this poem has been written, so there must be a competition, right? You can't just write it like this and let it go?"

"That's right, the so-called Dou poetry focuses on the word Dou. If it's just an ordinary poem, wouldn't the word 'Dou' be treated badly?"

Huang Kaifu was holding back bad ideas again, he glanced at the people in the pavilion, and said:

"I don't think we should be like this. You are all masters of Confucianism. Since you have to criticize poems, why not select a few judges to judge the quality of our poems? Is that good?"

"Why do you need a few of them? Since my uncle proposed the topic, the judges should ask my uncle to do it!"

Zhu Huixun muttered dissatisfiedly: "Besides, although you all look like you have read poetry and books and are full of knowledge, in fact, no one knows as much as Uncle Song!"

This little guy, the little mouth is really killing people!