Chaos in the Eastern Jin Dynasty

Chapter 75 Zhong Shan Collection (4)

"Chi?"

Now the ambition of the Eastern Jin Dynasty is nothing more than the Northern Expedition to recover the Central Plains.

Jiupin Zhongzheng is for the selection of officials and generals. The topic of "Zhi" is still very suitable for the theme. It is not only a test of the talents and cultivation of the students, but also a test of the patriotism of the students.

Guan Ziyang was not loyal to the Jin Dynasty, or to the Sima royal family. After all, he just wanted the era of Han unification to come earlier.

End a hundred years of killing, save the people from suffering, and restore justice to the world?
What is fair?
Guan Ziyang himself thought about this question for a long time.

Since the birth of human beings, society has never been fair since ancient times.

The current Eastern Jin Dynasty is the unfairness between the gentry and the common people, and the modern society is nothing but the unfairness between the capital and the common people.

Some people were born into the gentry, while others were born into the rich second generation.

The real fairness is that society can provide a way for a person to change his status quo through hard work.

From the Jiupin Zhongzheng to the Tang Dynasty's crackdown on aristocratic families and the holding of imperial examinations, this is progress.

The college entrance examination in modern society is another progress.

But now in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, this way is broken.

The gentry will always be the gentry, and the common people will always be the common people.

This is unfair.

In this era of rebirth, possessing the body of an idiot from the common people may be an arrangement of fate, from the moment the little beggar Goudan in Xiangdong County died.

His ambition is to open up this way!

"Stand up for the world!"

"Life for the people!"

"Keep learning for the sake of the saints!"

"Create peace for all generations!"

……

Seeing the students in front of the counter starting to bite their pens, Guan Ziyang also calmed down.

"If you want to break the monopoly of the gentry's social status, you must not write about it. The best thing is to describe your ambition for the Northern Expedition and allegiance to the Great Jin."

"There are no words in this era, otherwise, Yue Fei's "Man Jianghong" is undoubtedly the best choice!"

"But the problem is that words only appeared in the Nanliang period, so we still have to write poetry!"

"Which poem is suitable? It must not only conform to the title, but also conform to the characteristics of the times..."

Suddenly, Guan Ziyang had a flash of inspiration.

Have it.

The next step is to write like a god, and finish it in one go!
Xie Xuan next to him hadn't written a single word yet, watching Guan Ziyang finish it in one fell swoop.

Showing an expression of indisputable anger: "What are you doing without it? Although this is not an official project of Jiupin Zhongzheng, you can't just write about it!"

"We will need to recite later, and losing face in front of the empress dowager will still affect your ability to become an official in the future!"

Guan Ziyang smiled calmly, "I have been studying Chinese since I was a child, so you can rest assured that my level will surpass all others, haha."

Xie Xuan "..."

Empress Dowager Chu saw that Guan Ziyang had finished first, so she ordered the eunuch to pass on the poems he wrote first.

Holding a small piece of white paper in his hand, the thin golden body first came into his eyes, and he felt his eyes light up.

She loves to compose poems, and usually likes to write about spring flowers and autumn moons, but now she feels that the paper in her hand is worth more than a thousand pieces of gold, and she can't help but be infected by Guan Ziyang's arrogance.

Although the Empress Dowager Chu nominally listened to the government behind a curtain, she was constrained by the aristocratic family. The Northern Expedition was delayed again and again, with more defeats and fewer victories. Now seeing Guan Ziyang's poems, she couldn't help feeling a sense of pride in helping the world.

He said in his heart: "This boy from the common clan can be of great use!"

After Guan Ziyang finished writing, he waited for half an hour before the other students finished it one after another.

After all the students finished writing, Chu Suanzi deliberately made Guan Ziyang's poem the finale, so he ordered everyone to read it backwards in the order of completion.

The first one to appear was Xie Xuan.

Guan Ziyang looked at the poem in Xie Xuan's hand and was so sweaty that he couldn't speak.

In fact, poetry is still so-so, mainly words.

It can only be described as ugly. No wonder he asked his sister Xie Daoyun to write the letter to himself.

Then all the students recited one by one, most of which are based on metaphysical poems, mixed with their own ambitions to serve the country.

What I have to mention is Lu Nazi, Lujiao, and Sun Chuo's son, Sun Hesong. The blank papers of these two top aristocratic children turned out to be empty.

Then he casually read two lines of doggerel.

There is also Huan Wen's second son, Huan Shimin, who only wrote his name crookedly on the paper.

Not even a limerick...

It really corresponds to a folk song in the late Eastern Han Dynasty.

"A scholar doesn't know the book; he inspects Xiaolian, his father lives away. Han Su is clear, white and turbid like mud, and Gao Diliang is as timid as a strider."

However, the Eastern Jin Dynasty at this time was different from the later generations. It was already recognized in the world that "scholars learn martial arts, common people learn literature", so no one laughed at them. On the contrary, it also proved that they were all people who were dedicated to martial arts.

Finally, when it was Guan Ziyang's turn, the Empress Dowager Chu asked: "The Ai family saw that you wrote a poem overnight, do you want me to return the original manuscript to you?"

Guan Ziyang saluted and replied: "Go back to the queen mother, I will write the poem, and I will recite it naturally."

So he stood up and read aloud.

"Northern Central Plains"

"Drunken lying on the battlefield, Lord Grim, how many people have fought in ancient times."

"Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse Glacier came to a dream."

"Ambition to eat Hulu meat, laugh at the thirsty Xiongnu blood."

"Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and the family sacrifices will never forget to tell Nai Weng."

After Guan Ziyang finished reciting in cadence, the scene was completely silent.

What kind of poem is this?

Poetry can also be written like this?
It is different from the previous poems that the students were full of mysterious words.

Not to mention the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty present, even the people watching from the sidelines understood the meaning of his poems.

Different from the empty metaphysical poems nowadays, this poem can be said to have completely broken the world's perception of poetry!

It turns out that poetry is not only good poetry if it is inscrutable.

……

Empress Dowager Chu said: "There is something to be said, it is inspiring!"

Then he smiled at Guan Ziyang: "Ai's family wants to bring your poem back to the court, and order the craftsmen to engrave it on the golden pillar of the Taiji Hall, and remind all officials from time to time, are you willing?"

"Ah, this poem of mine, I copied four poems in four lines, is it really that good?" Guan Ziyang thought.

"Of course I am willing, thank you Empress Dowager Long En." Guan Ziyang knelt down and saluted.

Then, it was exactly as Xie Xuan expected.

Empress Dowager Chu gave up the opportunity to test fifteen students with questions to the officials and female relatives beside Fengluan sedan chair.

Among the small sedan chairs, the masked ladies of all ages scrambled to come up with questions in the sedan chair, for fear that the student they fancy would be snatched away first.

The questions they asked were naturally not as heavy as the Empress Dowager Chu's, and most of them were timely questions.

For example: 'Shanquan', 'Jinbang', 'Autumn', 'Zhongshan'...etc.
The advanced students were selected one by one, and now only Guan Ziyang and Liu Chang were left, and no one asked them to write poems yet.

The ladies who were scrambling for the first place suddenly fell silent, and the scene was awkward for nearly a minute.

All the people present stared blankly at the small sedan chair that had stopped for a long time, but no one came out again.

Just when Sima Yu was about to announce the end, a red curtain was finally half lifted, revealing a beautiful face.

The previous women were all wearing veils, but this woman didn't wear it. She just showed her magnificent face to the public. When everyone looked closely, they realized that it was a barbarian woman with blond hair and blue eyes.

It is Shi Qi, the daughter of Shi Kun, the servant of Huangmen, Marquis of Ruyin.

"Little girl has a question, and I would like to ask Mr. Guan Xiaolang to answer it." Shi Qi smiled meaningfully, with a hint of sarcasm, a bit of complacency, and a bit of shyness.

However, her generous appearance, compared with the blushing expressions of the ladies who got out of the sedan chair before, seemed so natural.

Guan Ziyang thought: "Fortunately, I have friends to help me, otherwise I would be ashamed today..."

So he hurried forward and replied: "Thank you, little lady, for your question."

Shi Qi said: "Then let's write a poem about me."

Guan Ziyang was stunned: "You?"

Shi Qi nodded: "Yes, I."

Hu women do not have the reserved manners of Han women. They are pure, simple, enthusiastic and bold, and they actively pursue the man they like.

So as soon as Shi Qi asked Guan Ziyang to compose a poem for her, everyone was surprised, but they didn't think it was wrong.

Shi Kun, on the other hand, winked at Shi Qi, as if saying, "What are you doing here?"

Shi Qi said again: "Why, is it difficult for me to write poems? Others have finished talking about flowers, grass, etc. before, I thought about it for a long time before I remembered..."

Three black lines suddenly appeared on Guan Ziyang's forehead: "No wonder it took you so long to come up with a question. You didn't expect to come up with a question for a long time..."

Come on, I am familiar with nine hundred Tang poems, Song lyrics, and Yuan songs, and I am fine with whatever questions you ask.

Guan Ziyang bowed slightly to Shi Qi.

Read aloud.

"Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze blows Revlon."

"If you don't meet at the top of Qunyu Mountain, you will meet at Yaotai under the moon."

Shi Qi smiled and put down the curtain.

……

Guan Ziyang said in his heart: "After the students finish their poems, the girls have to comment a few words, but you are straightforward and don't say a word."

Then I thought: "She, maybe she didn't understand..."

Shi Qi didn't understand it, but all the other women present understood it, and among them, Empress Dowager Chu felt the deepest!
"If Shi Lang could write such a poem for me, that would be great..."

Not to mention what kind of uproar this poem will cause in the circle of Jiankang aristocrats and ladies, at this moment the main character, Shi Qi, is hiding in the sedan chair, and asks the maidservant of the Jie tribe next to him, "Do you know what he means? "

I saw the Capricorn girl shaking her head ignorantly...

Afterwards, Liu Chang was the only one who didn't write any poems.

Although Guan Ziyang wanted to help him, there was really nothing he could do!

You can't make your own questions, can you?Then he really became famous all over the country.

Only the two of them were of the common clan present, and all the female relatives of the officials were all ladies of the noble clan, so how could they look at the men of the common clan.

Even this Liu Chang can be regarded as a good-looking talent, even if there is a girl from the noble family who is really attracted, how dare she express her admiration to a man from the common family without the consent of her parents.

It's a pity that there is only one barbarian woman in the field...

Liu Chang felt like sitting on pins and needles. At first, Guan Ziyang's company was better, but now Guan Ziyang also answered the poem, and he was the only one left with no questions.

Bearing the gazes of many audiences and many mocking expressions, even though he was in a good mood, he still felt at a loss and his eyes were moist.

Just when Sima Yu was about to announce the end of his poem reply.

Another car curtain was lifted slightly, and a woman with a veil said, "I have a question, and I ask Mr. Liu Chang to answer it!"

Everyone was shocked!

However, it was Wang Ningzhi who reacted the most!

Wang Ningzhi widened her eyes and shouted, "Meng Jiang! What are you doing! Go back to the sedan chair!"

Wang Xizhi had seven sons and a daughter, the eldest son Wang Xuanzhi died young, and the second son Wang Ningzhi was already in his 20s and was the eldest brother in the family.

Wang Xizhi was not present at the moment, so Wang Ningzhi hurriedly spoke out to stop their little sister Wang Mengjiang.

The other brothers also stared at her fiercely.

But Wang Mengjiang didn't hear about it, he looked around, his eyes stopped at the 'One Man Spring', and then said: "Mr. Liu Chang please use 'flowing water' to compose a poem."

……

Damn, I said I must have seen Liu Chang before!

Guan Ziyang suddenly recalled that this Liu Chang was the husband of Wang Xizhi's only queen, Meng Jiang, and also Wang Xizhi's son-in-law. He and Wang Mengjiang had a son, Liu Jin, who was an official to Taichangqing.

There is also a daughter who is Xie Lingyun's mother, which means that Liu Chang is still Xie Lingyun's grandfather!
His wife, son, and grandson are all big figures in the history books, but this Liu Chang has only a faint stroke in the history books.

　Translation of "Nursery Rhymes in the Time of Huan Ling":
　　The person who was elected as a scholar was actually illiterate.

　　Those who were recommended as Xiaolian did not support their parents.

　　Those chosen to be poor and innocent are as filthy as mud,
　　Known as a good official and general, he is as timid as a chicken.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)