The daily life of Dali Siqing

Chapter 321 Wen Comparison ([-])

"Then let Liu Shilang be the host of this Wendou!"

Master Qingwu said.

A thin old man came out of the private room on the second floor, followed by a young man.

The thin old man looked elegant and modest, but the young man behind him looked a little foolish, holding a jug of wine in his left hand and a chicken leg in his right, looking like he was watching the excitement.

These two people are Liu Bin, Minister of Rites, and his son Liu Jibai.

"Since the headmaster has spoken, it's not easy for the old man to refuse, so let's have the cheek to be the host for the two of you!"

The appearance of Liu Bin also shocked the people present.

Zuo Shilang from the Ministry of Rites of the third rank is not a small person, and many Jinshi may not reach the end of his career as a servant.

And Liu Bin was even more different to the students present. As the left servant of the Ministry of Rites, he had a high probability of being one of the examiners in the next year's examination.

"See Master Liu!"

A group of students bowed to Liu Bin and saluted.

Liu Bin waved his hand on the second floor, "Today, I will stop talking about romance in Qingwu Courtyard. I don't have an official position. Just treat me as an old man with a little seniority!"

Having said that, the students present all restrained themselves a bit. What they said, regardless of official position, might be just a polite remark. If you take it seriously, then it is your fault!

Chu Gong bowed his hands to Liu Bin and said, "Then Master Liu will come up with a question!"

Liu Bin nodded, "The old man will have the audacity!"

Liu Bin first announced the method of competition, poetry competition, two out of three games.

The questions were prepared by Liu Bin, with ten questions and put them in boxes.The selected person will draw the topic, and the two sides will share a stick of incense within a limited time. After the incense is extinguished, the poem will be completed, and it will be judged by Liu Bin and everyone present!
Master Qingwu took the lead and said, "This method is very fair, so let's follow this method!"

Chu Gong also expressed no opinion!
Seeing that there was no objection from both sides, Liu Bin took a pen and paper, and in a short while, he came up with ten questions, and then put them into a wooden box.

After showing everyone to show justice, a wealthy businessman was selected to draw the first question.

The wealthy businessman draws a lot blindly from the wooden box, and writes a letter: Stand with you in the evening when you are free, laugh and ask how the porridge is warm in front of the stove, lonely.

It is required to use these two lines of poems as the main theme to write about loneliness.

As the topic was announced, a stick of fragrance was lit.

Upstairs, Liu Jibai gnawed on the chicken leg, and he seemed to enjoy it.

Although he is a dude and doesn't understand poetry, he likes to watch the excitement!

Liu Jibai patted his father on the shoulder, "Father! Who do you think will win!?"

Liu Bin was already a little used to his son's appearance of being neither big nor small, so he said angrily, "After all, Chu Gong is the Jieyuan of Yuezhou. , Chu Gong must have his true talents and learning."

"If the other questions are up to you, but this question is the most out-of-the-ordinary question among the ten questions asked by the father, and ordinary people don't even know the source, so how should they answer it!?"

Liu Bin is obviously optimistic about Chu Gong.

The aristocratic family's collection of books is not comparable to ordinary people!
Liu Jibai quarreled with Liu Bin on the spot, "Then I am optimistic about the Qingwu courtyard master! Just relying on the courtyard master's voice! It is so beautiful! Touching to the bone! The lingering sound is lingering! I am sure I can't lose!"

Liu Bin gave his stupid son an angry look, and said with disdain.

"A business woman can win Yuezhou Jieyuan?! If you can really win, I will call you daddy from now on!!"

Liu Bin had already seen through this competition, which was most likely a propaganda method of Qingwu Academy, and it was estimated that he might have reached a private agreement with Chu Gong.

Chu Gong can thus publicize his literary fame, and Qingwu Academy can also reap the reputation among literary talents, both sides get what they need!

Liu Bin thinks he has seen this kind of little trick a lot!

"Stay with you at dusk when I'm free, laugh and ask how the porridge is warm in front of the stove", said "Six Chapters of a Floating Life", Chu Gong's family has thousands of volumes of books, so he has naturally read it.

Immediately, Chu Gong's writing was like a fountain, and he wrote like a spirit!
But "Six Chapters of a Floating Life" is just a collection of autobiographical essays by a scholar, it is not widely spread, and most people don't even know about this book.

Chu Gong was also bored in his spare time, so he found it casually. He didn't believe that a female class like Master Qingwu would read this book!
Behind the screen on the third floor, the master of the Qingwu courtyard rubs ink with bare hands, and adds fragrance to his red sleeves.

Yang Qingyuan was speechless, he had to write the ligatures himself, this is too real!The master of Qingwu is not even willing to copy it once, which is outrageous!

Master Qingwu looked at Yang Qingyuan's writing, and said via voice transmission, "I didn't expect Mrs. Yang to have such a beautiful hairpin lower script! My concubine underestimated Mrs. Yang!"

Yang Qingyuan usually writes in Xingkai, and he likes thin gold fonts, so he became famous for it, but this does not mean that Yang Qingyuan will not use other fonts.

With profound calligraphy skills, coupled with Yang Qingyuan's absolute control over his own muscular essence, changing fonts is nothing more than a simple matter.

Not only Yang Qingyuan, but also most Yuanhuajing masters in Jianghu. Although some of them are semi-literate, they can write good handwriting after simple practice!It's so real!
The number of yuanhuajing is much less than Jinshi! !

There is one subject every three years, and 360 five people are selected for each subject. On average, 120 Jinshi are born every year!

But on average, there won't be a hundred metamorphosis environments generated in a year!
"time up!"

As Qingxiang got late, a scholar in charge of timing gave a signal.

Everyone present opened Chu Gong's book, and one of them read aloud.

"No one stands with me in the evening, no one asks me how to warm the porridge.

No one listens to my heart, no one interprets my dreams.

No one holds back the tears in my eyes, no one worries about my walking alone.

Looking back at the place that has always been bleak, the lights are dim and no one cares. "

A scholar on the side praised him greatly after reading it, "What a great poem! Brother Chu deserves to be the Jieyuan of Yuezhou. The whole poem starts with the word 'no one', expresses his heart directly, and writes the word loneliness vividly. My brother I am so touched, my heart feels so lonely!!"

Yang Qingyuan who was above the third floor didn't know what to say when he heard this comment. !

He seriously doubted that Chu Gong's Jieyuan was bought by spending money. It cannot be said that the writing is not good, but it does not meet the standard that Yuezhou Jieyuan should have.

But there is only time for a stick of incense, there is no time for scrutiny, and it is reasonable to be careless.

As for the bragging person, Yang Qingyuan can guarantee that he is definitely a flatterer!

Having said that, everyone present still didn't think that Master Qingwu could beat Chu Gong.

"The following is the master's poem!"

A little maid came down and unfolded the poem.

"The setting sun reflects me at dusk, Canzao smiles and asks if the porridge is warm.

Moths rush to the fire and turn off the lights, pens and inkstones grind ink and books for half a lifetime.

When the case is over, you know that the tea is already cold, and the bright moon shines on you and the stars.

The spring rain wipes away the tears of lovesickness, and sleeps alone in the dream of falling in love with the past.

Looking back at the dimly lit place, the afterimage under the candle is alone. "

(End of this chapter)