Daming: At the start of the showdown, Lao Zhu was stunned

Chapter 108 Old Zhu, You Steal Poems Even With Thick Eyebrows?
The Mongolian Yuan ruled China for a long time, not only many books and classics were lost, but also the Confucian style of writing was not as good as before.Previously, when Lao Zhu was preparing for the imperial examination, he couldn't even select a few available scholars, so he had to postpone the imperial examination and take it next time.This Fuleyuan poetry meeting was also specially organized by Lao Zhu nodding his head.The intention is to carry forward the cultural spirit of my Ming Dynasty, hoping to promote the prosperity of the literary way, so that more talents can be selected in the future.

Many civil servants and Confucian scholars attached great importance to this matter.Not only the highly respected Song Lian personally presided over the poetry meeting, but also summoned almost all the young literati in the Guozijian of the Gongyuan on the other side and the literati who were stranded in Beijing.Fortunately, the Fule Courtyard was built with all the efforts of the imperial court's teaching department, and the hall occupies a large area to accommodate so many students and scholars.

Perhaps it was because the atmosphere in the early Ming Dynasty was not so decadent, and this so-called poetry meeting did not see the singing, singing, swallows and dancing, and famous prostitutes adding fragrance to Zhu Su's imagination.On the contrary, they are all Eguan long gowns, full of pen and ink.Zhu Su was quite disappointed.After Song Lian read out the topic of the poetry meeting, hundreds of young scholars raised their sleeves to grind, thinking hard and raising their pens.The atmosphere is solemn and solemn.

"Do you want to write a poem with the theme of 'Nostalgia'? The title of this poem is not difficult." Zhu Yan looked out of the window and said, silently drafting a poem in his heart, trying to compete with the scholars and students below.This topic is not difficult. If Zhu Su wants to catch the ducks on the shelves, he can probably copy poems from later generations to do it.But after this limelight, there will be poetry meetings again, and he will be caught blind if the titles are tricky.So I just watched with great interest to see if there would be any masterpieces in the poetry meeting.

After Shaoqing, one after another, scholars handed papers with poems to the judges sitting in the front row, and Song Lian and other great scholars began to comment on the poems on the paper one by one.The scholars who had finished writing their poems inevitably started whispering when they returned to their seats, and the solemn and silent Fule Court suddenly became noisy again.Great Confucianists on the stage also exchanged poems and essays and made comments from time to time.When one or two good lines came out by chance, some great Confucianists clapped the table and recited them aloud, praising them.The scholars below also boasted in unison, and the scholars who wrote this beautiful sentence held their heads high and were surrounded by admiring students to congratulate.

"Guozi Jiansheng, that's it?" Zhu Yan said disdainfully, the few "excellent works" that Song Lian and the others read just now, Zhu Yan thought that they were far inferior to the one he composed.It's just that in this room there are either Zhu Xi, Zhu Di and Zhu Su who are ignorant and semi-literate, or Lan Yu, who can't read big characters and are purely illiterate.Zhu Fang's statement that Boyi is true is completely pretending to the blind.

"Third...Third brother, my younger brother also wrote a poem, please correct it." Unexpectedly, the sixth son Zhu Zhen also wrote a poem, Zhu Yan took it in a little surprise, and saw The combination of level and level is quite artistic, and it is much better than most of the Guozijian students below.Can't help being surprised: "Lao Liu, yes! You actually have such a poetic talent!"

"I don't have anything to do on weekdays, so I read a few more poetry anthologies..." Zhu Zhen was a little embarrassed.

"Fifth, you don't want to compose a song?" Zhu Yan urged Zhu Su.

"No brother, poetry or something, my little brother can't do it at all! How can there be such a fragrance of wine and meat." Zhu Su said, and Zhu Xi and Zhu Di who were beside him nodded their heads in agreement.Anyway, Zhu Su was still looking around by the window. The two of them stayed at the table from beginning to end, and they never moved from the nest at all.

The poetry reading meeting was like this, and they couldn't finish commenting on the poems for a while, so Zhu Su continued to sit down and eat wine and vegetables, while talking about the characters of the Three Kingdoms with Zhu Di Lanyu and the others.Anyway, I don't worry about the noise of the poetry reviews below.

The hustle and bustle of criticizing poems lasted for a while, and excellent works came out from time to time.The judges selected the top three for today's poetry meeting, and the voices of communication among students and scholars gradually quieted down, waiting to be listened to.

Leaving aside the second and third class, if you can win the top prize in the poetry club, your poems and essays can be sung in such a wealthy place as Fuleyuan, or even in the entire Yingtian Mansion. This kind of talent can become a guest of honor in any dignitary's house in the future.It will even be of great benefit to becoming an official in the future.

Therefore, all scholars hope that they can win the head of the poetry club.

"This poetry meeting is the flourishing age of my literary world in the Ming Dynasty. You have really contributed a lot of good poems." Song Lian got up and said.It is rare that there is such a large-scale poetry meeting in Ming Dynasty, and the old man is full of energy when he celebrates a happy event. "After careful consideration, I think these three poems are worthy of the top three in this poetry meeting. You wait and listen carefully."

As he spoke, he asked people to recite these three poems aloud and posted them on the red list.

"Hu Li laughs at the rich and beautiful, Wu Yue is cheap and strong. The crowd is clamoring and clamoring, and it is said that the wise are stupid. The gain and loss of the knife and the pen are more important than the profit and loss. Whoever says Zhou Gongsheng is ashamed of this."

"A good poem, using the past to satirize the present, I'm not as good as it is." Zhu Yan recited in a low voice the poem that was rated as the leader, and couldn't help admiring.This is the first time he has expressed that he is ashamed of poetry.Even Er Sanjia's poems, when he heard them, he just raised his head high and dismissed them.

"Who wrote this poem? Hey, isn't it the kid who came to Dabentang to kick the hall?" Seeing a young man surrounded by a group of scholars congratulating him, Zhu Di had sharp eyes, and he could tell at a glance that the shy The scholar is Xizhi, Song Lian's disciple who was defeated by Zhu Su in Dabentang in the past.

"Isn't he called Xizhi? Why did Master Song just say that this poem is Fang... What's the matter?" Zhu Xi said.

Zhu Su took over the conversation: "Fang Xiaoru. Just now Master Song said that the author of this poem is Fang Xiaoru!"

There has been a storm in my heart.Fang Xiaoru!Fang Xiaoru, the diehard loyalist of Emperor Jianwen!Fang Xiaoru, the first ruthless person in history who was deprived of ten clans!Loyal and unparalleled but ended tragically, leaving Fang Xiaoru with endless tragedies in the history books!Unexpectedly, it turned out to be that shy boy who was refuted by himself in Dahontang.

The young man is full of vigor, and even though Fang Xiaoru keeps bowing his hands and bowing to his peers humbly at this time, he still can't hide the youthful spirit in his brows.Could he have imagined that decades later, because of the beliefs he insisted on, he would kill all his family brothers and even friends because of the morality in his heart that he alone abided by?

He was not wrong at that time, but the morals of the world at that time were wrong.

Zhu Su no longer looked out the window.He has already told Lao Zhu everything, so naturally Lao Zhu will try his best to stop that kind of wrong world.A loyal literati like Fang Xiaoru should use his blood to serve the country and the people, instead of uselessly falling under the butcher knife of civil strife and dyeing a sad corner of the long river of history.I believe that in this life, he will be able to show his ambition, get a good result and show his ideal of being a pure Confucian scholar to benefit one side.

Just as he tore off a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, the noisy congratulations outside gradually quieted down.Someone should have signaled everyone to stop making noise.Then I heard Song Lian's voice outside and said:

"Although the leader has been successfully elected this time, there is also a nostalgic poem entrusted to me by His Majesty here. You can comment and comment, so that you can learn that there is a reason why a mountain is higher than a mountain."

Words given by Lao Zhu?Zhu Su smiled inwardly while chewing on the chicken leg.Lao Zhu's poems are domineering, but the words and sentences are all "chicken crows once, and rooster crows twice", which is easy to understand and uneducated.Putting it here in the poetry club is pure embarrassment. Could it be that Old Master Song wants to satirize the king in public?

"This ci card is Linjiang Immortal, listen carefully," Song Lian said. At this time, the Fule Courtyard was completely silent, and a needle could be heard. What nostalgic words can be made.

People like Zhu Su and Zhu Di who had no interest sat at the table, while Zhu Fan and Zhu Zhen who were interested continued to look at the window.Song Lian unfolded a piece of paper that was cherished by him and put it in his arms, took a deep breath, and Song Lian's rhythmic reading sounded outside the private room window:
"Linjiang Immortal Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water."

"The rolling waters of the Yangtze River flow eastward, and the waves wipe out the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure turn heads to nothing. The green hills are still there, and the sunset is red a few times!"

"White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river, used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet again."

"No matter how many things in ancient and modern times, I will pay for it. It's a joke!"

When Song Lian read this word, he was extremely passionate, and the last sentence even broke out.But there was not a single person in Fuleyuan who laughed at him.If the silence just now was due to the face of Song Lian, a great Confucian, then the current silence is because everyone has been brought into the artistic conception of this nostalgic poem.

"Wow! That's great!" Even Sapphire, who couldn't read big characters, couldn't help but murmur in admiration.Although he was illiterate, he could hear the heroism of the heroes of the past contained in this poem, and sighed that time flies, heroes are no longer bleak!
This poem perfectly expresses his melancholy feeling that he wanted to meet Guan Yu, a world-class hero, but because of the long river of time, he could only offer a cup of wine to Kong Yao. !
"It seems that I have to study in the future. Otherwise, I won't even say compliments." Lan Yu thought to herself.

"It's a wonderful word! It's really a wonderful word! Compared with this word, my crooked word really shouldn't appear in this world!" Zhu Yan also sighed, and even Zhu Di and Zhu Chen were also attracted by this word. The wonderful artistic conception is brought into it, and it will not be forgotten for a long time.Zhu Zhen also patted the window edge and praised: "This word is something that heaven and man can't compose. Unexpectedly, the father is not only majestic and magnificent, but also has such a poetic talent... Hey, fifth brother, what's wrong with you?"

Zhu Zhenyi said that everyone realized that Zhu Su opened his mouth with a strange face, his jaw seemed to be dislocated, and the big piece of chicken leg in his mouth seemed about to fall on the table, but he didn't respond.

Zhu Su is one million. Unexpectedly, he didn't want to copy the poems, and Lao Zhu just cut off his poems and copied them away!This song Lin Jiangxian was indeed written in the notes that Lao Zhu had read, and I don't know when he wrote it down!
"Fifth? Are you okay? Could it be that you are choking?" Zhu Su brought Zhu Su a pot of tea, and Zhu Su came back to his senses, waved his hands and said he was fine.The group of scribes below had gone crazy, and some sycophants were so excited that they knelt down on the spot, shouting long live His Majesty.Hearing that while drinking tea, Zhu Su cursed in his heart: It must be you, Emperor Hongwu, you are really thick-skinned!

what is this?Forced to give Lao Zhu a masterpiece to pretend to be Boyi?Old comrade, you still have to be shameless, you have become the emperor and you still stole my few masterpieces.I'm too embarrassed to do such a thing as stealing poems, and for a masterpiece of this level, one less one is needed!If I had known that you were so thick-skinned and would steal poems and pretend to be Boyi, I might as well be thick-skinned and pretend to be cool for myself first...

Just thinking about it, Song Lian's voice came again from the messy noise below:
"You have misunderstood. Although His Majesty did give me this poem, in fact, its author is not Your Majesty, but someone else."

"This person is His Majesty's fifth son, and now His Majesty the Fifth Highness who enshrined Wu as a vassal, King Wu Zhu Su!!"

"Pfft!" Zhu Su sprayed all the tea on Zhu Xi's face.

(End of this chapter)