Da Bong fights more people

"Brother is really my lucky star! Calm down, calm down, what is the poem about Yongzhi that big brother gave me?"

Xu Nian made up his mind and forced himself to calm down.

Fortunately, he, who is at the eighth level of Confucianism, has already achieved a photographic memory, and the poems given by his elder brother are really good, his memory is quite deep, and he quickly recalled them.

He dipped his pen in the ink and unfolded the draft paper. At this moment, he realized that his hands were still trembling slightly.

"I'm not promising, but I just know how to try, and I'm so excited. Dad said, I have the qualifications to be the chief assistant."

After making fun of himself, Xu Xinian relaxed a little, his hands stopped shaking, and he quickly wrote on the paper:

There are tens of thousands of sake bottles in Jinzun and tens of thousands of dollars in jade dish.

Stopping the cup and throwing the chopsticks, he couldn't eat.

To cross the Yellow River Bingsaichuan, will climb Taihanghang snow-covered mountains.

Come leisurely fishing on Bixi, suddenly take a boat dream day.

It’s hard to walk, it’s hard to walk, and there are so many divergent roads.

There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the sails will be hung upright.

(Conscience author's note: The poems in the imperial examination are also called Fude poems, usually five-character eight-rhyme, four-rhyme, six-rhyme, not seven-character. Refined!)

After writing the poem, I read it several times to confirm that I did not write it wrong, but new doubts surfaced in my mind.

"What is the Yellow River? What is the Taihang River? Is there any allusion to these two sentences when I am free to fish on the Bixi River, and suddenly I take a boat to dream of the sun?"

Xu Erlang frowned.

Xu Nian, who has read a lot of poetry and books, searched his stomach and couldn't find where the Yellow River and Taihang are. According to his understanding of poetry, "Come and fish on the Bixi" and "Sufu take a boat to dream of the sun" should be two allusion.

"Brother, really, I don't know how to write notes when I write poems. How can I understand his state of mind when he writes poems, and how can I understand his profound intentions?"

"Yellow River and Taihang should be the name of the river and the name of the mountain. This can be changed. As for the sentences "leisurely fishing on the Bixi River" and "suddenly taking a boat to dream of the sun", even if there is no allusion, it is not difficult to understand what you want to express. , not a big problem."

So, after replacing "Yellow River" and "Taihang", Xu Xinnian took up his pen to answer the question:

"Fu De Difficult to Travel"

The chief examiners of Chunwei this time are Zhao Tingfang, a scholar of Dongge University, Liu Hong, a censor of Youdu, and Qian Qingshu, a scholar of Wuyingdian University.

Unlike the students, the chief examiner and fellow examiners have never left the Gongyuan since the beginning of the general examination. The gate is padlocked, and unless they grow wings, they cannot leave.

In order to prevent the examiners from colluding with the students and cheating, the examiners have to wait for the list of tribute scholars to be confirmed before leaving the tribute academy.

Compared with the flames of war in the previous two rounds of marking, the attitudes and emotions of the examiners have undergone tremendous changes.

"Bullshit doesn't make sense, even a broken poem dares to make a fool of yourself in the exam."

"Using bamboo as a metaphor for people and using it to chant aspirations is a good angle, but singing bamboos is more than singing aspirations, the cart is putting the cart before the horse."

"Hey, after reading it for a long time, there is not a single amazing poem."

"Isn't it the same in previous years, I'm used to it."

The reviewers are also called curtain officials. They review the papers and make comments at the same time.At first glance, the atmosphere is full of gunpowder, but it is actually the most relaxed and freehand.

Poetry is not valued, it is icing on the cake if it is well written, it doesn't matter if it is not well written.Anyway, they are all scum, and it is rare for the poems written by the students to be well-regulated.It is not worthy of being taken seriously by the examiners.

In the capital, when it comes to poetry, there is one person who absolutely cannot be avoided, and he is the watchman Xu Qi'an.He was regarded as the leader of the poetry circle by scholars, or, the savior of the poetry circle.

"Then if Xu Qi'an participates in the examination, let alone other things, at least he will take the examination this year, and a poem handed down from generation to generation will be born."

"Who says it's not? It's a pity that Xu Qi'an is not a scholar. In future history books, it will be recorded that Yuan Jingnian's excellent poems and poems all come from this person. We scholars have no face."

Scholars have complicated attitudes towards Xu Qi'an. They are grateful for his rise, so that in the past 200 years, there have been so few poems that can be handed out, so that future generations will not laugh at him.

It is also a pity that he is a martial artist, not a scholar, because this is also something that will make future generations laugh.

In the 200 years of Dafeng, there are thousands of scholars, not even a martial artist.

"Thousands of mistakes are all Xu Pingzhi's fault."

At this moment, an examiner unfolded a copy of the paper, and after looking at it for a few seconds, he was stunned, his body seemed to be petrified, and he remained motionless.

But his lips kept chanting, repeating.

After going on for a few minutes, the examiner stood up suddenly, looked around at the colleagues in the room, took a deep breath, and said loudly: "Who said that scholars in Dafeng can't write good poems, who said it, who said it?"

The examiners looked over one after another, with blank expressions, not knowing why he was going crazy.

The poetry world has been in decline for 200 years, and contemporary scholars are not good at poetry. These are facts, so there is nothing to dispute.

"Snapped!"

The examiner slapped the paper on the table, his chest heaved, and he said excitedly: "I dare to say, once this poem is published, it will be famous all over the world. I will have a test this year, and it will be recorded by the historian."

An examiner next to him glanced at him, walked over curiously, picked up the paper, and took a closer look.

Madness seems to be contagious. The examiner held the paper and trembled with excitement: "Good poems, good poems, hahaha, who said that Dafeng scholars can't write good poems?"

At this moment, the rest of the examiners realized that there was a good work coming out, and swarmed up to pass it on to each other and read it.

"A good poem should be fully understood."

"There will be times when the wind and the waves cleave, hang the clouds and sail straight to the sea. This is the poem that a scholar should write."

"How can a student write this vicissitudes of life poem?"

"Maybe it's because I failed the exams repeatedly, so I should write my poems as my aspirations."

The appearance of this song "Difficult to Travel" is like a group of local chickens mixed with golden phoenixes. It is extremely precious, and the reviewers in the room kept passing it around and commenting excitedly.

"Cough cough!"

There was a strong coughing sound outside the door, and the gray-haired Grand Master Dongge stood at the door with his hands behind his back.

He was attracted by the noise.

The examiners in the room suddenly fell silent.

"What kind of noise is it?"

University scholar Zhao Tingfang reprimanded a few words, and then asked: "I just heard someone say that once this poem is published, it will be famous all over the world?"

Immediately, an examiner stepped forward and handed over the paper respectfully.