Lin Xuan of the Red Chamber

Naturally, Lin Xuan didn't know what Lin Ruhai was talking to the people around him. Even if he knew, he didn't care. Compared with other fathers and sons in this era, Lin Ruhai treated him very well, and he didn't have to ask Lin Ruhai to treat him like that. How good, he understands that each era has its own rules, and it is impossible to get along like a modern father and son in this era.

After Lin Xuan and the others came in, they randomly found a seat and sat down. It didn't take long for people to come. Everyone was a scholar. Even if there were more people, they wouldn't be too noisy. It is to find a place to sit quietly, and then start to communicate with the people around you in a low voice.

"The literary fair is the same every year. In fact, if you see too many, it's not interesting. Good poetry is not available every year." Zheng Chen curled his lips, showing disapproval.

"Since you said that, why did you come here?" Fang Yan cut off and retorted.

"Although the literary fairs are the same every year, this year is different. I am the reference for this year. How could I not come? Isn't that a waste of time for you?" Zheng Chen rolled his eyes at the dialect. Are you so serious?

"Okay, you two stop fighting, the essay meeting will start soon, it's not good for people to see." Lin Xuan reminded the two in a low voice, now is not the time to discuss this matter.

Sure enough, not long after Lin Xuan finished speaking, an old man wearing a scholar's hat and Confucian uniform stepped onto the stage. He knocked the gong, and the audience fell silent immediately. Jianglou couldn't be said to be completely silent, but it was almost the same.

Facing the crowd, the old man saluted first, and then said: "Who is the old man, I think everyone here already knows, I am introducing myself here, the old man Wang An, the previous Mid-Autumn Festival The host, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival will also be hosted by the old man, I hope you will support me a lot."

After a pause, the old man continued: "Today is my annual Mid-Autumn Festival in Gusu. All of you here are either well-educated talents or respected literary masters. I hope that all the talented people here can show their talents. , make good poems and become famous all over the world”

Once these words came out, they were inspiring enough, but people who listened to them for the first time might be very excited, but for people like Lin Xuan who listened to them almost once a year, there was nothing to be excited about.

However, those who listened too much didn't think much of it. Those talented scholars who participated for the first time, after hearing this impassioned speech, immediately looked eager to try and looked very excited.

Wang An was obviously very satisfied with the looks of the talents in the audience eager to try, but he pressed his hands again to signal for everyone to be quiet, and then said: "I think there must be many people in the Mid-Autumn Festival today who are from this session. Candidates for the government examination, this old man here also hopes that all candidates can be listed on the list and get what they want."

These words actually spoke to the hearts of the candidates present. After ten years of hard study, who doesn't want to be named on the gold list and honor their ancestors? Now they seem to be indifferent, but no one is worried about the upcoming list, but because of the His face just refused to show it.

After finishing these scenes, the old man didn't delay anymore, and began to announce the rules of the literary competition for this literary meeting.

Because it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the theme of the literary fair is also related to Mid-Autumn Festival. It is nothing more than Mid-Autumn Festival and the full moon. Poems, songs, and prose are all available. If anyone wants to participate in the literary competition, they can go to the box in the venue and touch a note. There are more detailed requirements on the note, including various small themes such as reunion, frontier fortress, homesickness, friends, relatives, Chang'e, flowers, jade rabbits, etc., which should be written within a quarter of an hour.

This is nothing more than to prevent someone from cheating and write poems in advance. After all, the best way to reflect a person's knowledge is to write poems on the spot.

Those who can enter here are naturally talented and learned, but everyone looked at each other and obviously didn't want to be the first one. If the first one is done well, that's all. If you can't do it or don't do it well, it will be a joke, and there are precedents before.

Seeing that there was no response from the crowd, a man in light blue brocade clothes stood up. This man walked to the front of the cardboard box, first bowed to the crowd, and then said: "I'm going to Gusu Yang Kun to throw bricks and attract jade, and to show my ugliness." up"

Seeing that this person stood up first, Lin Xuan nodded. He knew Yang Kun, and he was quite well-known in Gusu. Worse.

What Yang Kun drew was the moon, so what he wanted to do was naturally a poem about the moon. He thought about it for a while, and then said: "Mu Yun collects all the coldness, and the silver man turns the jade plate silently. In this life This night is not good, where will the bright moon look next year?"

Lin Xuan thought about it carefully, and couldn't help applauding. Although this poem seemed a bit bleak and didn't fit the joyful atmosphere of Mid-Autumn Festival, but the poem was beautiful and the artistic conception was excellent, and other things seemed not so important.

Lin Xuan could see it, and other people could also see it, and couldn't help admiring for a while.

The first poem was so good, the atmosphere became lively all of a sudden, everyone was not to be outdone, one after another poems were written, although they were not as good as Yang Kun, but they were all encouraged by everyone.

"As the wilderness is full of shallow waves, there are layers of clouds in the sky. The barrier mud is still unresolved, and I want to sleep in the fragrant grass. It's a pity that the wind and moon in the stream will crush Qiongyao. Untie the saddle and pillow on the green poplar bridge, Du Yu's spring dawn." At this time, another person got Yongyue's note, which aroused the admiration of everyone.

Lin Xuan looked up and saw that this person was wearing a simple long gown, tall and tall, very confident and calm, with a sense of elegance.

It's just that his poems are good, but there is someone who is better than him, and before this person has finished receiving the praise of everyone, he heard another person chant: "Heaven will wash the moon tonight, wash the world again and again.

The summer retreat is nine 霄 net, Qiu Cheng Wan Jingqing.

The stars make the brilliance, the wind reveals the crystal.

It is Yujing who can change the world. "

As soon as this poem came out, it immediately overwhelmed the previous person, even Yang Kun's poem could not be compared with it, the atmosphere at the scene became more and more heated. Everyone becomes famous at a young age, how could a proud and arrogant person let others focus on being beautiful, and everyone couldn't sit still for a while.

"Respect, Shao Rong, please sit here first, I can't wait, go up and show off your skills first" Seeing that so many people have written poems, the dialect can't sit still, and immediately talked with Lin Xuan and Lu Then he said a word, and then went to the stage.

The dialect is Siyou, which can be regarded as an easy topic, but after a while, I got my thoughts, and then I wrote: "The mountain spring is sunny, and the city is tired of the hustle and bustle. Chatting and holding a bottle of wine, we will travel thousands of miles together. Spring. The osmanthus in the remaining light, the green apples blown and danced in the evening. After He Yan left the customs, there were many people entering the forest."

As soon as this poem came out, it aroused a lot of admiration, and even the writers on the second floor expressed their gratitude for the emergence of talented people from generation to generation.

Seeing Fang Yan looking forward to Shenghui on the stage, Lin Xuan smiled slightly, and said to Lu Ran beside him: "Shao Rong, what, why don't you go up, this is a good opportunity to become famous"

Lu Ran shook his head, and said: "It's not that you don't know my character, I'm not as pushy as you and Boxun, you can go if you want, don't get me involved"

Hearing this, Lin Xuan couldn't help laughing. Since ancient times, no one of the literati seeks fame. Only Lu Ran can take the opportunity to be in the limelight. Sometimes Lin Xuan thinks, Lu Ran is really like the one in those novels. The main character of the show, keeps a low profile and makes a fortune with a low-key muffled voice.

And Lin Xuan didn't have such a character no matter in his previous life or present life, which determines that he can't do things in a low-key way. However, no one stipulates that high-profile people can't make a career. He always believes that only people who keep high-key Only then can you be regarded as a real winner in life, like the kind of people who don't know, don't know anyone, keep a low profile, and then be looked down upon by others, although they will fight back in the end, but what's the point of that.

Lin Xuan smiled and didn't speak. He straightened his clothes and walked onto the stage calmly. At this time, Fang Yan had just come down and passed by him, giving him a knowing look.

Speaking of which, Lin Xuan and Fang Yan can be regarded as the wonders of this Mid-Autumn Festival. Every Mid-Autumn Festival has candidates for the government examination, which is helpless. If they don’t participate, they will inevitably be talked about by others , thinking that they are worried about exams and not indifferent to fame and fortune.

But the annual Mid-Autumn Festival is the day when the rankings are announced. Even if the candidates here are people, how can they have the intention to write poetry? It is really not easy for candidates like Lin Xuan and Fang Yan to compose poems on stage so calmly, and it is also eye-catching.

Lin Xuan walked to the stage, randomly pulled out a note, opened it, and saw the word "Reunion" written on it, Lin Xuan pondered for a while, and then he had an idea, his poems are naturally not bad Yes, after all, Tanhualang's father personally taught him, and he has studied for so many years, but it is not easy to reach a high level all at once, suppressing everyone in the field, after all, this Mid-Autumn Festival is out. There are quite a few good poems, such as the one written by dialect, I think it will not be worse than his.

Therefore, if Lin Xuan wants to suppress the crowd, it is obviously impossible to rely on himself. Fortunately, there are countless good sentences in China for 5000 years. Lin Xuan made up his mind and began to write on paper.

Lin Xuan is known to be talented in Jiangnan. Many people in the audience knew him and had high expectations for his poem. When Lin Xuanyi finished writing, many people shouted Let Wang An quickly read it out for them to listen to.

Wang An himself was also very curious about Lin Xuan's poem, so just as Lin Xuan put down his pen, Wang An couldn't wait to read it out at the request of the people present: "When will the bright moon come? Ask the wine to the blue sky.

I don’t know what year is the heavenly palace?

I want to go back by the wind, and fear Qiong Lou Yuyu,

It's too cold to be high!Dancing clear shadow, like in the world?

Turn Zhuge, low tenants, and sleepless.

There should be no hatred, why is it going to other times?

People have sorrows and sorrows and joys, and moons have yin and qing, which is difficult to complete.

Nung, moon and new moon. "

As soon as this poem that has been passed down through the ages was read out, it caused a great sensation, and the audience was in an uproar. Even the seniors in the literary world who were invited on the second floor couldn't help but praise again and again. Everyone present is not full of poetry. People of the book, as soon as this poem comes out, everyone will almost certainly be famous all over the world, and it is an honor for them to witness the birth of such a poem.

Lin Xuan stood under the stage, watched the reactions of the audience, and heard the praise of the audience, but he was not as happy as he imagined. Originally, this kind of scene was his favorite, maybe because of what he got this time. I don't rely on myself, but I stole other people's verses.

But thinking about it this way, Lin Xuan felt a little dazed. He didn't care about these things at first. He understood that he was still a businessman in essence, and he was not a Confucian gentleman like Lin Ruhai. How could he feel embarrassed because of such a thing? Could it be that the years of studying with Lin Ruhai still affected him?