The Song Dynasty has been deliberate for 16 years, only to know that it is the Water Margin

Chapter 306 Go on stage, go on stage!
(There are fewer things these two days, and it will be updated normally tomorrow, and I will make up for what was missing before, thank you everyone)

At this time, the noise in front of them was noticed on the flower platform, and the Taixue Siye who presided over the poetry meeting asked, "What's the noise?"

Xuezheng went down to check after hearing the words, and came back with a bad face after a while: "Si Ye, there are some wild words, and the students refute them."

Si Ye asked strangely, "What kind of nonsense is it that caused students to argue?"

Xue Zhengqi said: "I don't know which academy has a mad student, who speaks so loudly that it is better to write poems with feet than with pillars on the wall. The students are angry and ask him to come on stage to write poems or apologize, but he neither comes on stage nor Apologies, I was commenting on the poems on the wall of the column, saying that the students did not read the books well, so I made such a mediocre article."

Si Ye frowned. Are the ones made with feet better than those made on the pillar wall?This is more than arrogant, it is extremely unreasonable, and it is too arrogant to even dare to comment on those posted poems!
He darkened his face and said, "Do you know which academy student it is?"

Xuezheng said: "I don't know about this, but seeing that he is only ten years old, he is probably a student. Most of the posts on the wall are my students' articles. This crazy student makes random comments, I am afraid it will damage my reputation as a student!"

Although Si Ye was displeased, he thought to himself that this poetry meeting was originally open to the public, and anyone could comment on poetry on stage. If he forcibly stopped it, it would also damage the reputation of the Imperial Academy. Then let him come to the stage to compose poems, if he can’t do it or if he doesn’t do well, it’s still punishment!”

Zhao Tun was pointing at the pillar wall to criticize poems at the moment, completely unaware that he was embellishing what he was learning, turning poetry with his feet into his words.

He was pointing to the sentence "The moon is like a beautiful woman's cheek" and criticized: "The Mid-Autumn Festival has been a full moon since ancient times. Who of you has seen a beauty whose face is as big as a full moon? Is that still a beauty? You don't all like this kind of beauty, do you?" ?”

The scholars around heard the words and all their teeth itch with hatred, but they couldn't refute it. It is true that there is no beauty with a face as big as a full moon, so they are not considered beauties.

Zhao Tong pointed to the sentence "There are unpredictable events in the sky, and there are joys and sorrows in the moon", and sneered: "What kind of unexpected events are written about the Mid-Autumn Festival? , but painting a tiger is not an anti-dog, it doesn't make sense!"

A scholar next to him blushed immediately. He was the one who wrote the poem. He was complacent when he climbed on the pillar wall, but now he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

Zhao Tong commented on a few more poems, all of which were faulty. Although the students of those poems were dissatisfied, they couldn't find any reason to refute. One of them said: "Since Xiongtai is so powerful, why don't you come on stage and write a poem?" Let me wait to open my eyes!"

Yan Xuezi even said: "Brother, here, he only uses his words and tongues, and dare not come to the stage to compose poems. Isn't it just talking on paper?"

Zhao Tong smiled and looked at the students in the audience. Before he could speak, Zhao Fen said, "If my second brother makes a move, I'm afraid you will be ashamed and run away!"

The students said angrily: "Just talk but don't do it. If you don't believe that you have this talent, you can learn the skills!"

At this moment, Xuezheng came over and looked at Zhao Tun angrily: "Which academy are you a student from? Commenting on something randomly, if you are really talented, go to the stage and compose poems, don't pretend to be profound here!"

Zhao Tun laughed and said, "You really want me to compose poetry?"

Xuezheng sneered: "Si Ye asked you to come on stage, but are you afraid? I think you are a silver-like wax gun head, and you only talk but don't practice fake moves. I'm used to students like you. You speak clearly and honestly. If you don’t dare, then apologize to my Tai student, if you don’t apologize, I will go to the academy where you are and sue you for misbehavior.”

Although misbehavior is not a big mistake, scholars value reputation, and having such a reputation when you are a student will somewhat affect your future career.

Xuezheng's move was not ruthless, but Zhao Tang shook his head and said with a smile, "I study at home."

Xuezheng was stunned when he heard the words. The Great Song Dynasty emphasized education. Even every village and town has schools. Generally speaking, scholars seldom study at home. They go to schools to study. The same is true in Tokyo. The place where children prepare for reading.

There are probably only two situations for those who study at home. The first is that there is a great Confucian at home. Of course, there is no need to go outside.

The second type is distinguished status. Needless to say, those who are concerned about safety will probably not go to the school, but invite famous teachers in the world to teach.

Xuezheng looked at Zhao Tun with doubts in his heart, Zhao Tun didn't look like a commoner in his clothes, he couldn't help beating his drums, wondering which yamen son he was facing?

Seeing his expression, Zhao Tong knew what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "My father is a great Confucianist in the world, and his calligraphy, painting and writing are all known as the world's best!"

Xuezheng naturally doesn't believe it, how can there be so many Confucian scholars, especially at present, only two or three people can deserve this title, but they don't live in Tokyo. Looking at this crazy student in front of him with his brothers and sisters, with a capital accent, he looks like he is from Kaifeng. So he judged that he was talking nonsense, and even what he said when he was studying at home was a lie.

Xuezheng said disdainfully: "Where is the great Confucian from Tokyo, if you don't come to the stage, you should apologize quickly, or you will find your school, and you will feel good!"

Zhao Tang smiled, stopped talking to Li Xuezheng, and winked at Zhou Chu, asking him to protect Zhao Fujin and his brother, then separated from the crowd and walked towards the flower terrace along the passage.

At this time, many people have been attracted to look here, one to ten, ten to one hundred, seven or eight out of ten who watched the poetry meeting knew what happened.

Those Tai students, Guozixue students, and students from various academies were indignant, and felt that Zhao Tun was too arrogant and arrogant, and even said such things as writing poems with his feet, which was simply degrading the reputation of various academies. Face, after all, the poems posted on the pillar walls are almost all written by scholars from all over the world, covering most of the schools in Tokyo.

As for the others, they just watched the bustle. The bustle among the literati is beautiful, especially at poetry fairs. They might just come up with a blockbuster poem, and when the time comes, it will be spread and sung. When they see it with their own eyes, they will have a chat after dinner. Brag about it.

Zhao Tang walked slowly to the flower table and boarded it, only to see that the table was quite big, with tables lined up inside, on which were placed tea soup, fruit cakes and the like, and there were seven or eight people sitting behind, who seemed to be the secretary of the imperial academy. Dr. Ye Xuezheng was looking at him with a bad expression at the moment, apparently irritated by his writing poems with his feet.

On the side of the stage, there are several musicians, complete with silk, bamboo and orchestra.

On the other side is the copy table, which is responsible for recording the names of the poets, and then transcribing the poems recited by the poets, and handing them over to the officials of the Taixue. After everyone discusses, the outstanding ones will be posted on the pillar wall.

Zhao Tun put his hands behind his back and didn't record his name. He stopped in Taichung and looked at the crowd of spectators, probably tens of thousands of people.

Among them, there are thousands of Taixue students, there are also other academies, and the rest are famous people who came to watch.

Seeing that he didn't come to meet the ceremony, the officials from the Taixue at the back all turned black. The Xue who stepped down just now said righteously: "It's just crazy and rude, crazy and rude!"

Si Ye frowned, looking at Zhao Tun's figure, he always felt that something was wrong, as if he had seen this madman somewhere.

(End of this chapter)