Monument Yangmen

Chapter 72

Zhou Shi took the lead in asking for a question, and all the gentlemen nodded in agreement.

"Qingming has just passed, and Duanyang is approaching. All the students present can compose a poem with the theme of Qingming or Duanyang."

Zhou Shi played tricks and said one question out of his mouth, but after the result came out, it became two questions.

It's no wonder that Zhou Shi is well-intentioned. Right now, Yuelu Academy has just started, and it has not yet reached the point where it is admired by thousands of people.In order to make the students of the academy more brilliant, he could only solve two questions in one with the cheek.

The reputation of a literati is very important. A good reputation can save a scholar from taking many detours in the examination room and official career.Zhou Shi knows this very well, so he will put down his face and fight for a chance for his students to stand out.

Qingming and Duanyang, as soon as the two titles came out, the students of Yuelu Academy took the lead in composing poems.

The ancient Cao Zhi wrote a poem in seven steps, and the students of Yuelu Academy didn't even use seven steps, but made a poem after three steps of pretending.

Obviously, these students have long been prepared.

Everyone is well aware of this, but they don't expose it, because they will also use this method later.

The students wrote poems, and a maid in Changle Square would copy them down, and then made them into sticky notes, which were circulated during the banquet.

Headed by Shen Lun, supplemented by Mr. Shu Ming and Zhou Shi, the three acted as judges to evaluate the poems of all the students.

The note was circulated for a week and returned to Shen Lun and the other three.

Then all the gentlemen present here began to express their opinions.

Holding a sticky note in his hand, Zhou Shi chatted with Mr. Shuming next to him, "Mr. Shuming, I think this is a good sentence... Go out to the suburbs during the Qingming Festival, Liuyingmen in the lonely mountain city..."

Mr. Shuming also held a note in his hand, "I have read your song, but I think this one is the best in terms of artistic conception... After the wind and rain, the pear blossoms have been cold, and the children and grandchildren from the graves... yes Isn't it more artistic than your song?"

The two expressed their opinions, and Shen Lun was asked to make a decision.

Holding two sticky notes, Shen Lun savored them carefully. After seeing the signatures on them, he immediately understood why Mr. Shu Ming and Zhou Shi especially praised these two poems.

The one recommended by Zhou Shi was written by a student from Yuelu Academy; the one recommended by Mr. Shu Ming was written by a disciple of the Third Prince's Mansion.

In all fairness, the two capitals are rare masterpieces.

Shen Lun was a little ashamed, his four disciples, Yang Yansi squatted in the corner drinking, isolated from the world.The remaining three disciples couldn't make it to the stage, and their poems were nothing compared to those of these people.

"The two capitals are rare masterpieces, and I can't choose between them for a while. However, I also have a piece here, which is about Duanyang. Just look at it..."

Mr. Shuming and Zhou Shi took it over and took a look, both of them were taken aback.

"Wind and rain bring darkness and darkness, Miluo has nowhere to hang heroic spirits..."

"Sea pomegranates smile at each other, and Yuanming wakes up alone without wine..."

Mr. Shu Ming and Zhou Shi looked at each other and admired each other.

"A good poem, a rare masterpiece..."

Shen Lun nodded, "Then this one will be the first one, and the remaining two are the first ones, what do you guys think?"

"good!"

The top three were decided, and the three poems were quickly handed over to the actors in Changle Square. The actors got the poems, arranged them, and began to play and sing.

The masterpiece was sung, and everyone present listened carefully.

These excellent works will not only be sung for Bianjing people to know, but also recorded in Changle Fang's Poetry List for people to look up to.

Outside Changle Square, there are errand runners looking for news everywhere. After they get the poems from Changle Square, they will spread them throughout the entire Bianjing city at the fastest speed.

The reputation of literati is earned in this way.

The student who won the first place was a student from Binzhou. Binzhou is close to the northwest border, and there are many soldiers and generals, but there are very few scholars.This student was brought in by an old magistrate, and he was the only student of the old magistrate.

This matter won the first place, and while excited, I did not forget to thank the old magistrate for his teaching.

From today onwards, he is no longer that obscure scholar.

The old magistrate was also delighted, and he would not refuse the toast to the guests present, his face was full of red.

Duanyang poems of Binzhou students are sung in Changle Square, and the literary meeting continues to be held.

At the beginning of the week, the rest of the gentlemen stopped hiding and asked questions one after another to test the students present at the school.

The students also rushed to present their poems first, and the battle was in full swing.

If there is a good work, it will be played and sung immediately, and then spread throughout the entire city of Bianjing.

From noon to evening, more than a dozen masterpieces spread from Changle Square, each of which made people secretly amazed and applauded.

In the houses of the dignitaries and dignitaries, they are measuring the talents of each student through poems, and then pick out a few of them that they like. Later, they will send servants to get in touch with them. If they are satisfied, they can recruit them as sons-in-law.

The literati and scholars discussed the quality of poems together in restaurants and teahouses, and together they promoted the talents of the talents they admired.

The common people don't know much about poetry, but this does not prevent them from celebrating and having fun with the literati and scholars in Bianjing.Then he went home and beat his own children, telling them to learn from a certain genius.

The girls in the flower buildings everywhere were not in the mood to receive guests, and they all lay at the windows of the flower buildings, waiting for the errand runners downstairs to recite the poems of the students.

The stories of gifted scholars and beautiful ladies have always been yearned for by the girls in Hualou.Although they have been reduced to humble status, it does not prevent them from dreaming of having a talented husband.

Suddenly, a boy with a horn hat sprang out from the corner of the street, shouting as he ran, "Lin Yuanfeng, a scholar in Hejian, wrote a frontier poem and won the first title of frontier poem. The moon rises from Yuguan. Look at the land..."

"... Nian Yurong is lonely, and there is no one around. How many times can he survive the wind and rain..."

The boy in the horned hat has disappeared at the end of the street, but the girls upstairs are still staring at where he has gone.

The poems of Lin Yuanfeng, a scholar in Hejian, have been memorized by the girls. Some smart girls have even started to play the pipa and sing this poem in a low voice.

The entire city of Bianjing was shocked by this poetry society.

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Even in the evening, the students and gentlemen in Changle Square were still untiring, and they kept asking questions one after another.

The students also tried their best and began to recite poems and compose Fu.

They have already heard the voice of calling in Changle Square, and some students have even heard someone calling their names outside Changle Square.

They knew in their hearts that this was the ladder for them to embark on an official career, and it was also the first and most glorious beginning of their lives.

This is a grand event, a grand event that will be remembered by the whole Bian capital, and even the whole Song Dynasty in the future, and even the whole world.

Everyone wants to write their names into this event.

However, when everyone was as happy as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, there was one person whose face was so gloomy that he could drip water...

(End of this chapter)