I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 7 County School Poems
"Brother Song, this is Miss Li Mo'er. She is the daughter of the Li family in Mianzhou. Her father and my father are both officials in Jingzhou. This time my father is visiting relatives. It just so happens that Miss Li is going to visit relatives in Fuzhou. She came here to enjoy the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River. "

Kong Zong said in a harmonious voice, and Song Mu quickly cupped his hands. Since they are both children of the Wenwen family, even if they are women, they should be respected a little more.

What's more, looking at the proud appearance of this little girl, she must be quite favored by the family.

"The little girl has met the young master, so it turns out that the young master is a descendant of the Song family in Shiyang."

Li Mo'er, who was standing beside Kong Zong, was unreserved. Although he also bowed, he spoke bluntly at that moment, staring at Song Muti with a pair of eyes, quite curious.

"Yes, Song Mu is the No. 17 eldest grandson in the family, and he is very ashamed."

Seeing Song Mu's indifferent expression, Li Mo'er blinked slightly, and then asked suddenly.

"Little girl heard that the Song family in Shiyang was also famous all over the world, but I don't know how your son's poems and articles are doing?"

Song Mu was taken aback, and looked at Kong Zong. The other party actually smiled helplessly, presumably acquiescing to the other party's sudden and slightly tricky test.

But hearing that there was no malice in the other party's words, Song Mu took it calmly and said with his hands clasped.

"I'm ashamed, I've learned a few poems, but just like articles, they can't be put on the stage."

"Young Master Song is a child after all, so he must have some proficiency in writing and poetry."

However, Li Mo'er refused to let it go, and continued to question at the gate of the county school, with an appearance of probing.

Seeing this, Kong Zong next to him hurried out to smooth things over.

"Miss Mo'er, naturally we dare not show off the poems and poems written by Tong Sheng. Brother Song is quite talented, but he was ill a few days ago. Why don't you let Brother Song discuss it with you someday? What do you think?"

After speaking, Kong Zong turned around and said to Song Mu.

"Brother Song, don't blame me. Miss Mo'er likes poetry and songs the most. These days, I have been taught by Miss Mo'er many times."

Song Mu immediately gave him a grateful look when he heard about it. Of course he remembered the poem Song Mu made during the Tongsheng Examination, but he could only say that it rhymed plainly, and the rest was nothing special. I can't hold back my face.

Seeing Kong Zong rescued him, Song Mu was also relieved at the moment, but seeing that Li Mo'er still had some hopeful expression on his face, Song Mu cupped his hands and said immediately.

"Brother Kong, Miss Mo'er, why don't we go to the county school first, Mr. Song has been earning occasionally at home these few days, if Ms. Mo'er doesn't mind, after class is over, I will pick up ink and write for Ms. Mo'er to have a taste of."

"Oh?" As soon as these words were uttered, Li Mo and Kong Zong's eyes lit up. Just at the moment when the bell rang in the county school, they nodded and stepped inside.

The three of them entered in a hurry, but Li Mo'er blinked her eyes for a moment, but took two steps forward.

"Young Master Song, I don't know what kind of poems you like to write most?"

Song Mu was also taken aback when he heard this, and looked at Kong Zong with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

Where did this little girl come from? How could she be so aggressive towards a stranger like herself just after meeting her.

And Kong Zong frowned completely at this moment. When Li Mo'er came back with his father and others, his father only said that her family could not be offended and asked him to treat him well.

Rao, I couldn't bear to be made things difficult these days. When I came to the county school today, the other party also followed me. I was not polite, and I didn't have the restraint of a woman from a cultural family.

Seeing that Kong Zong also looked helpless, Song Mu could only sigh, and when he was about to decline politely, a person came out beside him.

"Master Xun."

Song Mu hurriedly turned his head, seeing Master Xun coming this way, he hurriedly cupped his hands and bowed, but Master Xun spoke.

"Song Mu, is this girl asking you to write a poem?"

Song Mu was dumbfounded, but Li Mo'er immediately came out to salute, with a smile on his face, but still a little arrogant, and answered.

"Yes master, Mr. Song just promised the little girl."

Li Mo'er's voice was crisp and clear, and in this county school, many people heard this sentence, and they all looked at it, thinking about it, they found it quite interesting, and they all whispered and pointed.

But Master Xun blinked his eyes and touched his chin, thinking a little.

Only Song Mu was extremely depressed. He originally came to the county to study tutoring lessons, but he turned into what he is now.

"Song Mu, do you really have something in mind?"

At this time, Master Xun asked a question, Song Mu was taken aback, and could only silently nod his head at the moment.

"That's fine, today is the day to test your poems. You have a good foundation in word selection, but the only thing you don't like is the sentences. If you do have some ideas today, then let me have a look."

When Master Xun said this, Song Mu was dumbfounded. It was a coincidence that these things happened together.

Now that riding a tiger is hard to get off, and Master Xun is still fueling the flames like this, it seems that he is quite interested, but now it seems that he can only bite the bullet and write.

The news that Xun Fuzi wanted to teach Song Mu's poetry also spread in the county school immediately, and a group of talented teachers and children's scholars all ran out of the school, and some of them were also caught by Xun Fuzi. Mu put a few tables together in the county college, took out the pens, inks, papers and inkstones they were carrying, and then gently smoothed the bamboo paper and tapped the ink.

"Well, Tong students have to take a test every month to recite poems and write poems. If they fail, they will be hit on the board. Fortunately, we Confucian students only take the test in March, but the last time the master slapped my hand, it still hurts."

"Don't complain, their Tongsheng is really sad, but Xuezheng is going to take Song Mu's exam. Could it be that Song Mu's poetry in Tongsheng's last test is not bad?"

"It's hard to say that it's standard. Didn't you listen to Xuezheng? It's skinny and boneless. It's much worse. Otherwise, how can you get more than 30 people in the exam as a child of Wenwen Family?"

"Hey, it seems that the Song family's cultural heritage has really declined. The main family's literary style has been scattered. It's not as good as their side branch in Hongzhou."

A few Confucian scholars were chatting quietly in the courtyard, while the scholars were guessing what kind of poems they were going to make, and how many decent poems they could make this time.

Pan Wenhao was also among them, but this time he was not picked up by Master Xun. He was standing with Qi Dazuo and looked at each other. There was a bit of schadenfreude and banter on their faces.

On weekdays, they like to bully Song Mu the most, and they also know Song Mu's abilities best. He knows the classics and can read four books and five classics, but he is not sensitive to poetry. Husband, make people laugh and be generous.

Now the two are spreading all kinds of rumors among the crowd.

However, Song Mu didn't care about the noise around him at the moment, but studied ink carefully, thinking about poetry in his mind.

It's no problem to choose words and make sentences by yourself, but in this scene, if you can't come up with one or two talented poems, I'm afraid I will be looked down upon again.

God made me reborn into this world, not for people to step on me.

Thinking of this, Song Mu already had some plans in mind.

"Miss Li, since you are also from the family of Wenwen, and I heard that you have a lot of feelings for poems, you should come up with the title of the first poem, right?"

Seeing that Song Mu and the others were ready, Master Xun stroked his beard again, but he spoke to Li Moer who was beside him, with a very calm expression on his face.

Song Mu raised his head to look at Li Mo'er. Li Mo'er was obviously a little surprised, but soon he stepped forward cheerfully, but then snorted coldly towards the noisy surroundings, swung his sleeves, and unexpectedly revealed a small gourd hidden in his sleeves , opened the gourd ton ton and drank a couple of sips, then said suddenly while frowning.

"Young Master Song hasn't answered my question just now, what kind of poems do you like to write most?"

Song Mu was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and replied softly.

"Let's chant poetry."

Li Mo'er nodded, and thought for a moment, then turned around and ran to a pool under a nearby rock, pointing to the moss on it.

"Then please, gentlemen, chant this flower."

"Moss flower?"

Song Mu was stunned when he saw what Li Moer was pointing at, and Kong Zong, who was also being tested beside him, also paused, thinking now.

And the scholar Tongsheng next to him was also whispering, and some people who boasted that they were good at poetry had already begun to compose words and sentences.

As a very popular poetic genre, poetry on objects was very popular in the Tang Dynasty. There are 6262 poems on objects in "Complete Tang Poems".

It's just that it shouldn't be difficult to start the chant of moss flowers, but when it comes to expressing one's ambitions, everyone has some thoughts in their hearts.

"The little girl has finished writing the topic, so please start writing poems, gentlemen."

Li Mo'er got up and came to Song Mu's desk and looked up and said, Song Mu looked at him, and he was also thinking non-stop at the moment.

After a while, Song Mu's heart moved, and he picked up a pen and dipped it in ink.

Seeing that Song Mu had already written in just a few moments, everyone around him looked at him immediately, and the scholars were a little surprised, but Song Mu had already written the first sentence.

"Day is not everywhere, youth just comes."

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"Moss flowers are as small as rice, and they bloom like peonies."

A scholar teacher stepped forward and gently read the five-character verse written by Song Mu, and looked up for a while, with a surprised expression on his face.

At the first reading of this poem, there is only a feeling of smoothness, but when the last word falls, the emotion of the poem chanting objects and expressing the will naturally emerges.

Even a flower the size of a grain of rice should bloom like a colorful peony.

This meant that the scholar immediately exclaimed "wonderful."

A few scholars from the side also came over, and after reading it through, they all nodded their heads. This poem is many times better than what I just thought of.

"This Song Mu is strange."

"I'm afraid I didn't exhaust all my talents to get such a good poem."

Seeing that Song Mu had finished writing so quickly, the few students whispered to each other, but Song Mu picked up the pen and wrote the title of the poem "Moss", and when the word "Moss" was written, the poem immediately burst into a big wave of white air. The white air surrounded Song Mu and melted into Song Mu's body after a while.

This is a literary style that shows that this poem is the author's first creation.

And in the future, as long as this poem is borrowed by literati, it will nourish the Song family's culture.

Song Mu was also overjoyed at the moment. He bit the bullet and wrote down this poem by Yuan Mei, a great poet of the Qing Dynasty. He did not expect that the world would accept this poem. Moreover, just now the rich literary spirit entered his body, and Song Mu could feel his whole body. Comfortable, and my head is much clearer.

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(End of this chapter)