Rebirth in another world as a fake eunuch

Chapter 47
For them, through a poem, one can see the character of the poet, and even the thoughts in his heart when composing the poem.

This poem uses anthropomorphic techniques to praise the spring rain that comes in time and nourishes all things with great joy.

"Happy Rain on a Spring Night" expresses the poet's love and praise for the selfless dedication of the spring night rain.The whole poem reads: "Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark with clouds, and the river boat fire is bright. At dawn, look at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city. "

One or two sentences with the word "good" are affectionate and praise the spring rain.The first couplet not only talks about the occurrence of the spring rain, but also implicitly conveys the anxiety of eagerly looking forward to the coming of the spring rain.

The couplet is obviously the poet's auditory experience.The spring rain is coming, in the vast night, it comes with the wind, silently, moistens all things, has no intention to please, but only seeks dedication.

The neck couplet closely supports the jaw couplet. The poet only hopes that the spring rain will last all night, but he is afraid that it will stop suddenly. He is both happy and worried. Black, how dense the rain is.

The river boat fishing is dazzlingly red, which contrasts the vastness and darkness of the spring night, and also highlights the dense spring rain from the side.

At the end of the link with the words of imagination, the poet has witnessed the continuous spring rain, and is relieved to think that when the next day dawns, Jinguan City will be full of spring colors.The redness and vitality of the flowers are just the result of the silent drizzle, nourishing and baptizing.

Therefore, writing flowers is really to highlight Chunyu's selfless dedication.Through the above analysis of the poems, it is not difficult to see that the author conceived the writing according to such an emotional train of thought, that is, looking forward to the rain—listening to the rain—watching the rain—thinking about the rain.As the saying goes, "spring rain is as expensive as oil", yes, everyone looks forward to this precious spring rain, including poets.

And when the spring rain came, the poet was so pleasantly surprised that he even lay in bed and listened quietly, unable to sleep all night, eagerly hoping that it would have a good time, lest it stop suddenly.

So just from this poem, we can see what Wang Kuo's state of mind is, and how worried he is about the country and the people.

With outstanding literary talent, worrying about the country and the people, Wang Kuo, the Jinyiwei... Hey, what a pity.

If this person hadn't been so good at Jin Yiwei, with his literary talents and his behavior of worrying about the country and the people, why would he not be in power in the future?Benefit one party?
The expression on Wang Kuo's face was calm, but the hearts of these talented women were already mixed.

They don't know that although Wang Kuo can write and understand some meanings in this poem, it's just a little bit, so they don't know that these people have already thought of themselves as great literati who worry about the country and the people.

Being stared at by so many women, Wang Kuo really felt a little guilty, coughed lightly, the pretty faces of the women blushed, and turned their heads hastily.

Only Yin Qingqing thought for a while, and suddenly bumped into his shoulder, "Old Wang, do you still have that wine?"

"Are you still drinking?" Wang Kuo looked at Yin Qingqing in surprise. Such a beautiful girl still drinks?

"You don't care about me." Rolling his eyes, "I'll just ask you if you have any more, you won't be so stingy, you can't bear to part with a few jars of wine?"

"Okay, I'll have someone send you a few jars of wine tomorrow." Shrugging his shoulders, he is still not reluctant about the jars of wine, no matter what, it's his own half ass... Cough cough, it's my sister-in-law.

"Hmph, that's about the same, but your poem is really good. I didn't expect your literary talent to be so good."

"Hey, it's a trivial matter." Wang Kuo smiled stinkingly, and Wang Kuo was not low-key. Anyway, there is no Du Fu in this world, and there is no Tang Dynasty, so there is no need to be low-key.

Because this is my work, who can say otherwise?
There was talking and laughing here, but a group of talented people not far away had a lot of fun. Not surprisingly, the first round was completely lost, and they were still convinced.

"That's right, that's right. I really didn't expect there to be such talented people in Jinyiwei. Hmph, a bunch of old men and rotten scholars. I want to see how you have the face to brag to me after the news of this poetry meeting gets out."

"Just one of my guards in Jinyi beat you students so that they were powerless." Zhu Wang was in a good mood, and had already forgotten the purpose of coming here this time.

"In the first competition, Wang Kuo No.1, Wei Chengli No.2, Liu Shaoqing No.[-], Du Weiwei No.[-]..." Although he was reluctant, Si Ye Zhao Zikang did not dare to risk the disgrace of the world and let others be the No. [-] .

"Hmph, it must be the title chosen this time, but his previous works, I don't believe he can do the same for the next title."

"That's right, two out of three rounds, we still have two rounds to go, this time we must suppress his prestige."

"I don't believe he learned it from his mother's womb. We people can't handle him?"

A group of talented scholars talked and encouraged each other, but their hearts were also very heavy, and they understood that no matter whether this poem is a previous work or not, if one person can write such a masterpiece, it is not comparable to them .

When the mood was heavy, Zhao Zikang and the others finally agreed on the topic of the second game.

"The topic of the second game is plum blossoms. It's still time for a stick of incense. Now the burning of incense begins."

"Using Mei as the topic? This is Liu Shaoqing's forte. It seems that this time the number one is none other than him." Hearing the topic this time, a spectator suddenly said.

"Oh, I don't think so. I heard that Dong Fenlin's Plum Blossom Ci has the demeanor of everyone in the world." A talented person beside him shook his head and expressed his opinion.

"Whether it's Chun or Mei, it's just a question. The real knowledge is still in the individual. This time I'm not sure." Suddenly another voice sounded, and it also made the people who were talking about it suddenly quiet down, without saying a word.

Because what he said made sense, but it offended some people.

"Do you frankly know where you are from?"

Everyone looked around and saw that the person who spoke was a 21-year-old young man. After thinking for a while, there was no information about this person in his impression, so they ignored him and looked away one after another, "It's just an unknown person, there is no need to worry about it." He's angry."

"In "Snow Plum", Meixue competes for the spring and refuses to come down. Sao Renge's pen commentary. Meixu is three points whiter than Xuexue, but snow is inferior to Meiduanxiang."

Wang Kuo once again asked Du Weiwei to write for him, and as he recited the simple four-line poem, the surroundings once again fell into an inexplicable silence.

In this song Xuemei, it is said that Xuemei also said plum, which means that Xuemei's struggle is difficult to destroy the author, and it is also said that although plum blossoms are good, they lose three points to Xue, and Xue loses to Mei's fragrance.

The simple poems tell the author's state of mind and judgment, and this poem is also the essence of China's thousands of years.

"It's really unexpected that the knowledge of the prince has reached such a level, my little sister admires you." Du Weiwei's eyes were shining, and she looked at Wang Kuo with admiration.

This also made Wang Kuo's self-esteem inexplicably satisfied. It's still very cool to be admired by a beautiful woman...

This time, Wang Kuo's poem was just handed in, and he was shocked by several judges. He could use luck and so on to explain it once again, but once again he wrote this kind of work handed down from generation to generation. It is not luck, but the truth strength.

Du Weiwei is not writing poems about Mei, because after seeing Wang Kuo's works, she understands in her heart that it is difficult for her to write one-thousandth of Wang Kuo's, so why bother to show her shame?

In fact, not only Du Weiwei, but also those talented scholars who competed with Wang Kuo at the same time, have completely given up treatment.

The first time Wang Kuo recited Happy Rain on a Spring Night, everyone didn't take him seriously or pay attention to him.But this time, because of concern, when Wang Kuo recited Xuemei, he listened quietly...

Then they were tragic, and tragically discovered that this kind of poetry, let alone writing it based on their literary talent, is nothing compared to it.

"What the hell should I do?" The more than 20 students who participated in the competition were sweating all over their foreheads. It's not a big deal to lose face, but what they lost was not only face, but also some fucking people.

In the best-of-three rounds system, Wang Kuo has already won two rounds in a row, so there is no need to continue the competition in the third round.In other words, even if Wang Kuo lost in the third round, he would definitely win.

Therefore, all the talents in the scene suddenly fell into silence. On the fifth floor of the Star Observation Building, there were nearly a hundred people who did not speak, and a needle could be heard.

"Hmph, a bunch of rotten scholars, they're dishonoring the Tianming Dynasty." Seeing no one speak for a long time, Zhu Yu couldn't help but frowned and muttered in dissatisfaction. Isn't that just a loss? Could it be that I can't afford to lose?

"Xiao Anzi, what's going on here, could it be that the students of my Tianming Dynasty are all people who can't afford to lose?" Zhu Wang, dissatisfied, looked back at Shao De'an and asked.

"This..." Shao De'an looked at His Majesty's dark face, and said in his heart: "My Majesty, you only know one thing and don't know the other, because they really can't afford to lose."

After all, if they lose, it means that they have to worship a Jin Yiwei as their teacher. Isn't this more uncomfortable than killing them?
But Shao De'an also knew that this was because he hadn't made it clear to His Majesty before, so he had no choice but to tell the story between Wang Kuo and them.

"Pfft...haha...I laughed so hard, hahahaha."

Zhu Yu never imagined that the prize would be like this. Thinking about this group of proud students now wanting to worship a military officer they despise as their teacher, this... well, let's worship.

As the saying goes, a gentleman's words are hard to follow. Since you agreed at the beginning, don't even think about going back on your word.

Here, Zhu Yu chatted with Shao De'an in a low voice. Although the voice was not loud, it also attracted everyone's attention. However, because the voice was too low, no one knew what they were talking about. However, Zhu Yu's loud laugh angered everyone This group of talents who are in a bad mood.

Immediately, a group of talented scholars glared at Zhu Yu and Shao De'an.

"Your Majesty, Zhao Zikang, Liu Shan (Li Jing, Zhou Jun, Yu Huiyong) have met His Majesty."

Zhu Yu's voice naturally caught the attention of Zhao Zikang and the others. Unlike those students who had never met Zhu Yu, they had been in the court before, so how could they not know what their boss looked like?

Without saying a word, he hurriedly knelt down and saluted.

At the same time, Wang Kuo, who saw Zhu Yu, was also slightly taken aback, and said to himself, "Why did this guy come here? What's the situation?"

But Mu Guimu was not completely scared, so he hurriedly knelt down and saluted.

"This... What the hell is Your Majesty?"

Those students who glared at Zhu Yu suddenly trembled in their hearts, their faces turned pale, and they knelt down to salute without even thinking about it.

Aren't they the civil and military ministers who have been tempered for many years in the early dynasty, and they still can't face the emperor without changing their faces, especially just a moment ago, they seem to have glared at the emperor?
"Well, I don't need to be too polite when I'm going to visit in Weifu, let's all get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

(End of this chapter)