Steam Daming: Stop calling me to supervise the country

Chapter 299 This young man is awesome

Xu Youzhen entered the palace for the first time today. The young man looked at the majestic palace city, the palace under the setting sun, the rows of guards, the rows of busy palace ladies and eunuchs. He liked it here, he liked it from the bottom of his heart, the throbbing Anxiety is like seeing a beautiful girl, is it full of joy?No, it's because of her body.

A young man with a high self-esteem feels that in the future he will also be appointed as a marquis and worship a minister. Standing on that temple, lashing out at Fang Qiu, talking about helping the country, and doing things that guide the country, he will eventually master the imperial court. Hall, under one person, above ten thousand people.

His ambition was born vigorously, and he couldn't suppress it at all, so he tried his best to express himself in this palace and let those big shots see himself.

He knew that Zhu Zhanqian was talented, and he knew the temperament of these literati. No one would refuse to publish their works in front of so many literati, even your prince of Ming Dynasty, so he specifically said that Zhu Zhanqian To write poetry is also to express oneself.

When Zhu Zhanqian said his name, he was a little flustered. Daming Haiwang actually knew his name. It seems that his name is quite famous.

After all, although he was young, he was considered among the top batch in the Guozijian, and he knew how to flatter and flatter, of course, those who had a higher status than himself.

He has never been able to distinguish clearly which people need to be flattered by himself and which ones do not.

Zhu Zhanqian suddenly asked himself to write a poem first, isn't this just giving himself a chance?The opportunity to write poems in front of the emperor and all the big bosses is a way for the prince to promote himself, Xu Youzhen immediately understood.

But on the bright side, Xu Youzhen still had to suppress her excitement, and said modestly: "Students have little talent and low ability, how dare they show their faces in front of you."

"Since Dr. Zhao can bring you here, I think he is the most outstanding student of Guozijian this time. I believe in Dr. Zhao's vision." Zhu Zhanqian continued.

Zhao Rui's complexion was not very good, so he smiled awkwardly, looked at Xu Youzhen and still had to look at his face and said: "Xu Youzhen has always been eager to learn, his writing is correct, and he is good at poetry. Your Highness is willing to let you compose poems. It is your blessing. Thank you, Your Highness."

Xu Youzhen bowed and bowed: "Then the student will throw bricks to attract jade for His Highness."

Xu Youzhen walked to the center of the field energetically, walked back and forth, stroked her chin, thought for a while, then slapped her forehead and said: "The student is not talented, I just wrote a poem, and I hope you can appreciate it."

Zhu Gaochi indicated that it was time to start, and Xu Youzhen bowed to everyone and began to read.

The young man in the pearl robe is famous in the feather forest.

He only wears a meteor sword and double hangs a bright moon bow.

Where to accompany the tour, return to Huaqing Palace.

After Xu Youzhen finished reading, she saluted to all the elders, and she had done her best. Sun Zuo stroked his gray beard and smiled, looking quite satisfied.

In the scene where the young man is in high spirits, the last sentence is still in the Huaqing Palace, but it expresses his heart clearly.

Yang Rong understood Zhu Gaochi's thoughts, so he said, "Let's evaluate it."

Sun Zuo is a person who cherishes talents, so he stood up and said: "Xu Xuezi's poems are neat and orderly, and there are youthful charm in them, and the artistic conception is clear and bright, which is good."

Xu Youzhen bowed to Sun Zuo and saluted: "Mr. Sun is absurd."

Sun Zuo has always been very friendly to the young people, and he did not hesitate to praise him, so everyone looked at Zhu Gaochi.

His Majesty the Emperor nodded in satisfaction: "I can write this poem in such a short period of time. The literary talent is indeed excellent. Thank you."

The old eunuch handed some silver taels to Xu Youzhen, Xu Youzhen accepted it excitedly, and thanked her immediately.

Money is a small matter, but the emperor's reward is great, and the emperor recognized his literary talents, so why don't you go back to the Imperial Academy tomorrow and brag about your awesomeness?
This is the real goal of becoming a proud young man.

Although Zhao Rui was somewhat dissatisfied with Xu Youzhen, he also recognized Xu Youzhen's literary talents, at least he did not embarrass the Imperial College, and he was rewarded by the emperor, which was considered an honor.

"Zhanqian, how is it? Is it finished?" Zhu Gaochi asked Zhu Zhanqian again in a state of excitement.

"Father, I've thought about it halfway, and the last paragraph is still not finished. Everyone is in a good mood today. Why don't all the talented scholars of the Imperial College speak freely, write poems and lyrics, and more good poems can also be passed on as an elegant thing."

"Okay, in half an hour, test the talents of the students and doctors of Ming Dynasty, and you can talk freely." Zhu Gaochi was very interested, so he agreed.

Naturally, it was impossible for everyone to let go of this chance of performance. Everyone in the Guozijian, including Zhao Rui, began to think hard and decided to come up with a sensational poem.

All the literati stood up, but there are very few people who can really make good poems when they compose poems temporarily. Otherwise, how could Cao Zhi's poems in seven steps be so praised.

The ancients had strict requirements on poetry, requiring flat rhyming and artistic conception. Unlike many modern poems, as long as I can change lines, I can write poetry.

There are a lot of ancient poems, and the collections of poems have gone to sea, but how many of them can really be familiar to the world, just take Yang Rong who was present as an example.

Yang Rong was the great Yuan of the current dynasty, with outstanding poetry and literary talents, and a high status. He has survived many dynasties, but how many people in later generations have heard his poems?
是他没诗词吗？不，杨荣著有《默庵集》、《云山小稿》、《静轩稿》、《退思集》、《训子编》1卷、《北征记》1卷、《后北征记》1卷、《两京类稿》30卷、《玉堂遗稿》12卷。

The literati in the current dynasty could read these works, and the literati in ten years later would read them, but only those who specialize in research will read these works, and there are not many poems that can really be passed down for generations.

So think about how awesome the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties were.

It is already a great honor for a literati to have an article that will last forever.

Xu Youzhen saw that everyone's poems were of average quality, so she couldn't help being happy for the new students. It seemed that her poem was the best in the field, and she won the emperor's last poem. After returning to the Imperial College tomorrow, why not become the center of other supervisors?

Sure enough, I am talented, talented and talented.

But he felt that this was not enough. Seeing that everyone was still writing poems, some people looked up at the bright moon and thought deeply, some people lowered their heads and had nowhere to start with their pens, so he walked to the center with a confident smile.

"Your Majesty, the student still has a poem. I met His Majesty and Lord Haiwang for the first time just now. I think the Lord and His Majesty must be very similar when they were young. The handsome young man, the spring breeze on a white horse, wrote another poem."

Zhu Gaochi was amused, the words touched his heart, after all, he thought that Zhu Zhanqian was the most like him in terms of appearance, but he was a little bit fatter, and someone finally noticed it.

"Read, there is still a reward for writing well." Zhu Gaochi was very happy to be flattered by this group of literati.

Xu Youzhen shook her long sleeves, and the white sleeves brought out a gust of cool wind, and the young man was chanting vigorously.

Junior music

The young man rides a fine horse with arrogance.

Galloping in the spring breeze, people are watching the Wei Bridge.

"Okay." Although it is an ordinary poem, it is suitable for the occasion, and it is said that Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Zhanqian look alike, the emperor is happy, and ordered someone to reward him with a few taels of silver

Having won the awards twice, Xu Youzhen is proud of her spring breeze, the brightest boy in the audience.

At this time Yang Rong came to Zhu Zhanqian's side and said, "Your Highness, is the poem ready?"

"Yang Shaofu, I just listened to the poems of the Imperial College. Yang Shaofu is also a poet lover, and he is also a famous master of poetry and prose. I don't know if I can also write a poem." Zhu Zhanqian saw that Yang Rong was eager to try.

Yang Rong looked at Zhu Gaochi, Zhu Gaochi said with a smile: "Yang Rong, you can also play a song, but I won't reward you if you do a good job, lest you bully the younger generation by saying it."

Yang Rong became interested. As a great scholar in the current dynasty, Yang Rong naturally couldn't be ashamed. He took out poems he had made but not published before. It is reasonable for a literati to hide something for emergencies. Everyone wants to write a poem in seven steps, so it doesn't matter if you don't have the ability, as long as you write a lot, it will always come in handy.

When he was young, he lost his talent and ambition, and he was diligent in writing poems.Zhenduo is on the right side of the river, and his reputation has spread all over the place.

When I came to meet each other, Xian Zimei Lingyi.It looks like a jade tree, and Yu Yu contains Qinghui.

"Not bad, not bad, as expected of my bachelor." Zhu Gaochi was very happy.

When Yang Rong was composing a poem, Wen Taiqing's wife quietly said to Zhu Zhanyi: "Your Highness, you have confidence. If you don't have confidence and need help from the old man, remember to give the old man a look."

"Oh? The old man also wrote a poem?" Zhu Zhanqian thought that Wen Taiqing's wife also wanted to write a poem.

Wen Taiqing's wife shook her head and said: "Your Majesty said that he wanted to write poems for young people. My wife, I am both an old man and a woman. I don't have the mood to write some poems for young people. The nondescript writing will make people laugh."

"Then what is the method the old man said?"

Seeing that there was no one around, Wen Taiqing's wife said softly, "Your Highness, I used to like to joke with my great-grandson. Occasionally, when I closed my eyes, I would pretend that I was driving west. I didn't touch him until my great-grandson was crying. head, to scare him, so old lady, I'm a good hand at pretending to be dead."

Zhu Zhanqian is stupid, never thought that Wen Taiqing's wife said this way, but after thinking about it, something happened to Wen Taiqing's wife suddenly, someone died, then everything must stop, go to work first For her matter, it will be fine if she wakes up in a dangling manner.

Smiling: "The old man's method is superior."

"Don't worry, Your Highness, at my age, if I casually lay down on the ground, my acting will be more real than real." Wen Taiqing's wife said confidently, and she seemed to be very proud.

But after thinking about it, if Wen Taiqing's wife is more than 100 years old, if she falls to the ground, the effect is really extraordinary, but she has to fall slowly, otherwise it is easy to fall down.

"No need, sir, I have confidence."

"Your Highness, have you finished your poem?"

"It's not a poem, I just wrote a few sentences, but it should be enough to suppress the people of the Imperial College."

Seeing the young man smiling confidently, Wen Taiqing's wife felt in a trance that the young man was really shining. Fortunately, there were no young women here, otherwise she would not have jumped up like crazy after seeing such a young man.

When Yang Rong finished reading the poem, everyone praised him, and then turned their attention to Zhu Zhanqian. Zhu Zhanqian had been delayed for a long time before, and now everyone's attention is focused, because Zhu Zhanqian got up .

Zhu Zhanqian is dressed in ordinary clothes, white on the top and green and black on the bottom, the mountains are hidden in the green and black, the bamboo grows on the black and white, and the waist is carrying warm jade. It is full of jade, standing like a green pine, like a handsome young man standing proudly in the center.

"Unfortunately, after listening to your poems today, I couldn't write a poem myself."

The audience was in an uproar, Zhu Zhanqian, the most talented writer in the dynasty, who Zhu Di hand-picked, did not write it, but looking at his confident appearance, he didn't look like it either.

"The poem is not complete, I wrote a few lines, and put it together for everyone to appreciate." Zhu Zhanqian's mouth was smiling.

Zhu Gaochi heaved a sigh of relief, even though he didn't have the whole poem, it's fine. I think that if Zhu Zhanqian opened his mouth, if life was just like the first time he saw it, half a sentence would be a god.

"Father wanted youthful poems, and young people's poems should be youthful, so I wrote some sentences to express youthful feelings."

Zhu Zhanqian took one step to settle down, looked up at the bright moon, bowed his head and muttered: "The young man said affectionately: the world is safe and secure, and he will not fail the Tathagata and not the Qing."

When one sentence came out, everyone was amazed. So far, a sentence of the world is safe and perfect, worthy of Tathagata and worthy of Qing, just add two sentences at will, and it can be written even if the artistic conception is poor, relying on two sentences is enough.

Zhu Zhanqian puts out famous lines through the ages but does not make a poem. What kind of youthful demeanor is this.

Zhu Zhanqian secretly said sorry to Cangyang Gyatso in his heart, but if you believe in Buddhism, don't blame it.

In everyone's astonishment, Zhu Zhanqian said again: "The young man said he was worried: this night in the red building, the heaven and the earth are equally worried."

I'm sorry Nalan Xingde, I have to squeeze your wool again.

This is the case again, and Zhu Zhanqian puts the famous sentences through the ages but not poems. It seems that Zhu Zhanqin has a lot of good sentences they want here, and he doesn't care.

There was a streamer in Zhu Zhanqian's eyes, and his voice became louder as he looked around.

"Young people talk about lovesickness: look at the sky at dawn, look at the clouds at dusk, miss you when you walk, and miss you when you sit."

"Young man talks about war: he only dies on the battlefield for the country, why return the shroud of horse leather!!"

"Young people say they are brave: go to Quantai to recruit the old department, and kill Yama with a hundred thousand banners!!!"

I'm sorry General Chen Yi.

As soon as the three lines of poems came out, everyone was astonished. It took a lot of effort, repeated pondering, and constant polishing for others to write a line of ancient famous lines, but Zhu Zhanqian's eloquence was successful.

Obviously, they are all good lines through the ages. As long as they are written into poems, they can become famous for future generations with this line, but Zhu Zhanqian didn’t want them.Is it because of arrogance?Is it because there is not enough time?
No, neither, because he won't.

As an excellent car mechanic, most of the poems I remember are only the most famous line. I can recite a lot of Tang and Song poems, but not many after the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

But enough is enough.

Yang Rong looked at Zhu Zhanqian in shock: "Your Highness casually uttered famous lines through the ages, why not make them into poems?"

"Everything I wrote today will be collected into a book. The title of the book is [Hongxi Youth]. These sentences are for young people to fill in the lyrics as they please. Those who can become good poets are the masters of the sentences." Zhu Zhanyi did not change his expression Say without jumping.

For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded. The fame and fortune they sought were not worth mentioning to Zhu Zhanqian, and the eternal articles they wanted were not worth mentioning to Zhu Zhanqian. It seemed that under his light, their own These people are nothing.

He is too shining, so shining that people can't open their eyes, and so shining that people lose their fighting spirit.

Zhu Gaochi was ecstatic in his heart, this book "Hongxi Youth" would definitely cause a sensation, and his name would have to be left in the literary world.

Good son, great son.

"Yang Shaofu is not finished yet." Zhu Zhanqian continued with a slight smile.

"Ah? Also?"

Zhu Zhanqian raised his hand, and said in a high voice: "The young man said he was fearless: I smiled to the sky from the sword, and I will save my heart and gall in Kunlun."

As soon as this sentence came out, the four main judges were all stunned in place. What a pride and fearlessness this is, and there is such a mountain and river in the chest of the clear and bright young man in front of him.

"One more thing."

"Anything else?!" Everyone was shocked again and again.

As the breeze blew, Zhu Zhanqian's long sleeves fluttered like a boy's banner.

"A boy says a boy: Hong Xi's boy takes Yun Zhi, and he should be the best in the world!!!"

"Absolutely!" Yang Rong jumped up
There is only one thought in the hearts of all the elders present: "This young man is amazing!"

(End of this chapter)