poor family prodigal

Wang Haitian was nominally in charge, but in fact it was the prefect Zhang Han who was doing the work.

Zhang Han stood up and said: "Mr. Haitian, please propose a poem for this world!"

Gollum!

After taking a sip of wine, Wang Haitian waved his hand: "There is no title in this world. You can play freely. As long as you create a new work, you can submit it to get the best reward."

Many moves are exciting!

If it is an on-site proposition, it must be done on the spot, which is very difficult!

But it would be easier if there were no restrictions.

We are all scholars, and whoever doesn’t write poetry usually can just take out his inventory.

"good idea!"

The three old gentlemen chuckled and nodded.

A proposition in a poem can certainly test a teacher's intelligence, but it is difficult to produce a good work.

There are few candidates participating this year, so the requirements can only be relaxed.

"Ok!"

Wang Yuan nodded absently!

It doesn't matter to him whether he is destined or not, he is not here to compose poetry anyway!

The main purpose of coming to this poetry gathering is to find rich people to sell Tang knives to.

But if he sells things at a poetry festival, he will definitely be kicked off the stage, saying that he is an insult to elegance!

Gotta find a way!

The four judges nodded, and the prefect Zhang Han also nodded!

Yang Wanli stood up and said, "Master Magistrate, it's not that I disagree, it's just that every poem has a proposition. This is the ancestral system since the founding of the country. Can Mr. Haitian change it?"

Wang Yuan narrowed his eyes!

At the beginning of the founding of the country, the word "filial piety" was used to govern the world, and the ancestral rules were highly respected!

The ancestral royal family does not dare to change it easily, let alone Brother Haitian!

And this poetry club is not an ancestral institution of the royal family, so to say it is proficient is far-fetched!

But put it all together, if not handled well, it will be a disaster.

This is the struggle of literati. They use words and words, but kill without using a knife!

Even Wang Haitian, who had always been indifferent, narrowed his eyes!

boom!

Yan Fushi stood up as soon as he slapped the case: "Yang Wanli, no title is also a title. Sir, I don't want to imprison you and let them freely develop and write better works. You actually slap the blame randomly. You are so cruel!"

Yang Wanli sneered and pointed at Wang Yuan: "I would also like to ask what Mr. Haitian wants to do. We are all literati, and now I am composing poems here, and he actually asked a child to judge me. Don't worry about it. I don’t believe that a child can come up with the four sentences of Mingtan.”

Swish!

Everyone in the audience looked at Wang Yuan!

Bai Feifei shook her folding fan and smiled!

Turning the white jade finger, Xue Pan's face seemed to be smiling but not smiling, but he glanced at Hu Mengying from the corner of his eye.

Wang Yuan nodded: "Well, even pigs don't believe it!"

Hahaha!

Wang Haitian laughed and raised his glass.

Mr. Jiubian, Mr. Luan Qing, and Mr. Tonggu also raised their glasses and laughed.

This little brother is interesting. No wonder he caused such a disturbance in the court when he was not in Kyoto.

Some of the candidates suppressed their laughter, while others had cold faces!

They are all smart people in Daye. Who can't tell that this is a curse word!

"Don't use your words to insult the gentlemen! If the four lines of Mingtan were written for you, you would be brilliant in writing and have great attainments in poetry and prose."

Yang Wanli gritted his teeth: "Then please ask the magistrate to come up with a topic. If we all compose poems, you can also make a comparison. It can also prove that Mr. Haitian is not biased. If you don't dare... ugh!"

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Yuan interrupted: "You went around and around just to force me to write a poem. You told me earlier, why are you talking so much! Come on, come up with a question!"

I'm worried that I can't find a chance to sell my knife. I give him a pillow when I feel sleepy. What a good enemy!

"Uh!"

This crisp and even impatient look directly made everyone in the audience widen their eyes.

Hu Mengying lowered her head, she was very confident in the rest of the young master!

But when it comes to writing poetry, I really don’t have confidence!

Poetry belongs to literary talent. If you have this talent, you will show up very early!

And the young master is not famous at all in Fu County!

Everything went according to plan, and Yang Wanli looked fair and impartial: "For the sake of a fair period, let's ask the prefect to come up with a question, let's work together!"

Wang Yuan waved his hand: "Okay!"

The magistrate Zhang Han said: "You all have done great things. If you take the next step forward, you will become an official in the court, and even now you can serve the court. Now that foreign enemies are surrounded and the court is in a difficult situation, we are deprived of the emperor's salary and loyal to the emperor. Let’s take the theme of today’s poetry meeting as the imperial court’s sharing of worries!”

Everyone frowned!

As expected of a magistrate, he did not forget to flatter the imperial court at the poetry gathering.

This kind of poem is the most difficult to write!

The writing is too explicit, and it is easy to be scolded as flattering, and it has lost its literary character! If you write something noble, the court will give you a cold shoulder; it’s not easy to write anyway!

Yang Wanli looked thoughtful, but he was sneering in his heart. He had already composed this poem.

Plan ahead, if he questions Queen Wang Haitian, the prefect must come up with the question!

As long as he asks the government to ask this question, he will be the best in this poetry competition!

But the poem cannot be taken out immediately, otherwise it will look too fake!

"Share the worries of the imperial court?"

Wang Yuan muttered something, stood up with a sad look on his face, and walked to the railing.

Outside the Octagon, it started to rain at some point and the ground was wet!

The sky is gray and a bit depressing!

In the judges' and Jinshi's seats, some people looked at Wang Yuan, and some looked at the candidates.

Ten breaths had passed, Yang Wanli glanced at Wang Yuan, and was about to take out the poem!

Immediately, Wen Ya's weak legs and Wang Haitian's face fell into disgrace. Let's see who dares to touch the Yang family's foundation.

Yang Wanli clasped his fists and said, "Master Magistrate, judges, students..."

Snapped!

Wang Yuan slapped his hand on the railing, and a crisp explosion spread throughout the Octagon Tower!

Shen Si Juzi was shocked!

Yang Wanli, who presented the poem, became angry: "What are you doing!"

Wang Yuan raised his head and raised his arms, his eyes full of sadness and anger: "He was so angry that he was standing on the railing, and the rain stopped. He looked up and looked up to the sky, roaring loudly, and his heart was strong."

Swish!

The whole audience fell silent. The opening line of this poem was very powerful and well-organized!

Although it is not yet relevant, many people are looking forward to it!

Yang Wanli was disdainful: "It doesn't matter if you have some courage, it's not like you haven't missed the question! Look at me... ah!"

Wang Yuan's voice suddenly sounded sad: "Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons! Don't wait, the young man's head will turn gray, it's so sad!"

boom!

A muffled thunder rolled across the sky, and after a moment of silence, the whole place exploded.

Three gentlemen, Wang Haitian, Jiubian, Luan Qing, and Tong Gu, acted like crazy on the case!

As they wrote, the four people burst into tears and their voices started to sob!

For the learned people, poetry is just a side story and rarely appears on the stage!

But the word spoke to their hearts!

Yan Xiuxi and Zhang Han also grabbed the pen and paper prepared on the desk and started writing quickly!

"interesting!"

Even the military commander Xue Pan's eyes lit up, but he still glanced at Hu Mengying and didn't take it too seriously!

Bai Feifei and the woman in purple both looked at Wang Yuan, and their eyes suddenly lit up: Thirty years of fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon, these two sentences are so heroic and free, regardless of the subsequent poems, just these two sentences This sentence has become famous throughout the ages!

Many people were convinced, and even more were stunned!

Among them was Li Sansi, the second uncle who kept his head down for hundreds of years, fearing that Wang Yuan would find him.

When he arrived at the Dinglongtai Poetry Festival, his brother-in-law, whom he disliked, was at the judging table. He was waiting below to be judged, which made him unable to hold his head up!

brush!

Yang Wanli's face turned pale. He recited it several times and couldn't help but said: "Although his words are good, they are full of resentment and unwillingness. How can he share the worries of the imperial court...ah!"

"The shame of the ancient times has not yet snowed! When will the hatred of the ministers be extinguished? Drive a long chariot and trample through the gap in the Badi Mountain! The ambition is to eat the meat of the desolate captives, laugh and drink the blood of the barbarians. Start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky!"

Wang Yuan chanted loudly and changed many different histories and geographies.

It's not that he wanted to change his father-in-law's words, but because time and space were different, he didn't change a few words to suit the occasion.

Finished!

The whole place was silent!

The next moment, the candidates flocked to Wang Yuan, and they all lost their reserve. No one felt that it was shameful for the candidates to ask Tongsheng for advice; more importantly, their tone was awe-inspiring and flattering!

"Mr. Mingtan, Qinggu Shame, are you talking about the Qingzhou and Guzhou that we lost!"

"No need to ask, it must be!"

"Climb through Badi Mountain. Badi Mountain is the ancestral mountain of the barren people. Mr. Mingtan, you actually want to trample him to the ground. How courageous you are!"

"Especially these two sentences, about ambition, eating the flesh of desolate captives, and laughing and drinking the blood of barbarians, made my blood boil when I read it, and I couldn't wait to rush to the battlefield!"

"Recover the lost territory and then go to see the emperor. Who dares to say that Mr. Tan has any resentment?"

The princes surrounded Wang Yuan and called him sir, with admiration in their eyes.

There are "Four Sentences of Mingtan", there is "Outline of Mind Learning", and then there is this poem!

The great literary world has added another superstar, and Mr. Mingtan’s status has been stabilized!

Li Sansi's blood was boiling and he wanted to get closer, but he restrained himself!

If Wang Yuan calls him second brother now, he will agree immediately and will no longer hide it.

Even if my father saw his brother-in-law's intelligence, he wouldn't disagree!

With a son-in-law like this, what could the Li family ask for?

"Okay, you've scared Mr. Mingtan like this, please get out of the way!"

The prefect Zhang Han also squeezed in, as if he had forgotten to collect the Yang family's money and wanted to help blow the whistle.

"Haitian, you got a huge advantage and got such a little brother!"

The three gentlemen Luan Qing, Jiubian and Tong Gu looked envious.

Wang Haitian couldn't help but smile: "It's just so so. My little brother is not good at poetry and has not put any effort in this area!"

The three old gentlemen rolled their eyes at Wang Haitian: Look at this kid! We haven’t put in the effort yet, but if we put in the effort, what can we achieve?

"The great ambition is to eat the meat of desolate captives when hungry, and drink the blood of barbarians when they are thirsty and talk about laughter. Let's start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky!"

Xue Pan, who had always had evil thoughts in his eyes, also muttered these few words and temporarily eliminated the evil thoughts!

He belongs to a distinguished family and has always dreamed of regaining his lost territory and recreating the glory of his ancestors.

"As soon as this word came out, no one in this poetry meeting could write poetry anymore!"

Bai Feifei tapped the folding fan on the palm of his hand and rubbed his little white teeth: "This guy has hidden it too deeply. If he hadn't been forced to do so, he wouldn't have revealed his talent in poetry. I really don't know if he has anything else hidden. Skill."

Hu Mengying was completely stunned. The surrounding noises and overlapping figures disappeared, and only Wang Yuan's expression was left in her eyes.

thump!

Yang Wanli collapsed on the ground.

This famous poem will definitely be introduced to the imperial capital and fall into the court hall.

The contents of yesterday's big announcement will also be known to many big shots in the DPRK and China.

His actions were like shooting himself in the foot. The Yang family was in danger!

The calmest person in the field is Dahu. No matter what Wang Yuan does, he will not be surprised.

The most important thing about this poem is that he can’t understand it either!

"Everyone, be quiet!"

Wang Yuan raised his hands, and everyone fell silent. He took a Tang sword and sighed: "I have the intention to kill the thief, but I am a scholar, and I don't have the power to tie a chicken. Now I am looking for a destined person to support me. I would like to ask you to be a witness." !”

Dahu took out the leather armor he had prepared earlier and borrowed an oxtail knife from the soldier standing guard.

The whole audience looked at Wang Yuan in surprise, wondering what he was going to do, but no one stopped him.

Whoever can dominate the audience with his writing will be the protagonist of the poetry meeting.