Starting from Comprehensive Martial Arts: Bu Dao Lu

Chapter 118 The Third Level of the Poetry Club

The queen mother smiled: "You are clever, this poem is so heroic, it is an elegant thing to drink with poetry. But after today, the wine in the imperial capital will probably be sold out!"

"The queen mother is right. Tasting wine and reading poems, even I am thinking about it. I am afraid that those literati and refined scholars will flock to it even more."

As the poem "Frontier Fortress" was rated as a masterpiece, it was posted and presented, which completely detonated the Changchun Garden Poetry Club.

It was the first time that one person produced two masterpieces in a row at the poetry meeting.

It's not that the literati in the Ming Empire were not good enough, but that the poetry meeting was originally a propositional composition.

The selection criteria of those Great Confucianists are extremely high, and it is not easy to write a masterpiece, let alone two.

Of course, that's not the craziest.

The craziest thing is that there are rumors flowing out.It is said that Mr. Mu Ji, after writing a masterpiece in the Spring Hall, refused to go straight to the Changchun Garden, but entered the Summer Hall to participate in the next level.I didn't expect to write another masterpiece in Xiating.

In an instant, the image of Mu Jiqing, a lofty and aloof man who can see through the world appeared in the hearts of countless people.

Since the poetry meeting was held, Zhu Qi has not only set a precedent for two excellent works, but also wrote two excellent works during the selection stage, how can it not make people crazy.

"Yu Qian met Mr. Mu!"

"Yu Qian, you are Yu Qian!" Zhu Qi asked in surprise.

"Young Master Mu knows Yu Qian!" Yu Qian was also very surprised. At this time, he was studying with his mentor, and no one knew who Yu Qian was except for those close to him and some old friends of his mentor.

"I heard someone mention it by accident, but I didn't expect to see Mr. Yu here."

Zhu Qi quickly regained his composure. When he came to this world, he even met Emperor Hongwu, Emperor Xiaokang, and Zhu Di, and it was normal to meet Yu Qian.He has the law of longevity, and the future is limitless, not to mention Yu Qian, it will not be surprising to see the Jade Emperor in the future.

"Mr. Mu's poem "Frontier Fortress" has been rated as a masterpiece, and it has been announced outside. I don't know whether Mr. Mu will continue to participate in the competition, or follow me into Changchun Garden." Yu Qian asked with a smile.

Yu Qian likes the poem "Frontier Fortress" very much. This poem is not less heroic and romantic, which is very suitable for Yu Qian's temper.

"Since we're here, let's go to the next two levels to have a look, otherwise, wouldn't it be a pity!" Zhu Qi said with a faint smile.

Yu Qian was not surprised when he heard that, Zhu Qi had already refused to go straight into Changchun Garden.It is reasonable to continue to compete at this time.

In fact, most of the literati and elegant guests who participated in the competition are for entering the Changchun Garden and making a name for themselves.

Even a person with a deep heart and a brilliant literary talent will not waste time in the four passes.

After all, the poetry club in the Changchun Garden is the place to showcase your talents.

It is rare to see someone as determined as Zhu Qi to break through.

Although a little shocked, Yu Qian's heart is quite good.Just stunned for a moment, he went on to say: "Since Mr. Mu is interested, Mr. Yu will lead Mr. Mu. For Mr. Mu's masterpiece, Mr. Yu is looking forward to it."

Zhu Qi smiled and said: "Since Mr. Yu has a heart, let's go together!"

Yu Qian was really curious about Zhu Qi.

Zhu Qi is not very old, and his gestures are extravagant, but he also gives people the feeling of being refined and indifferent, and he is as good as a fairy.Moreover, his writing style is changeable and his literary talent is brilliant, which is extremely rare.

Yu Qian has a teacher to take care of him. Although he is not well-known in the Ming Empire, he has a lot of experience.

Although Yu Qian, the noble son of the Imperial Capital of the Ming Dynasty, has not seen all of them, he knows quite a few.But no noble son can match up with Zhu Qi.

Not knowing Zhu Qi's background made Yu Qian very curious about Zhu Qi's identity.

Although Zhu Qi's two poems are well-known in Changchun Garden, no one knows Zhu Qi himself. Except for Yu Qian, Zhu Qi's side is also clean.

The yard of the third pass, Autumn Hall, is smaller than that of Summer Hall. After all, there are far fewer literati who can pass two passes.Moreover, since they can pass the first two levels, the third level will naturally not be difficult for them, so it is basically impossible to stay in the autumn hall.

"Write a poem with the theme of the four seasons."

Zhu Qi looked at the notice in front of the hall and smiled slightly.

To say that there are still many literati!

The requirements for poems and essays on the scenery of the four seasons in the autumn hall seem to be narrower and more limited than those in the summer hall.

However, in fact, this topic is quite friendly to literati.

The scenery of spring, summer, autumn and winter is a common theme for literati to write poems, so this level is not difficult for literati.

However, this level is not difficult for literati, but it is not easy for those who come from a family of military generals.

The first level is the work of the game, as long as it is not bad, it can almost be passed.

Although the second hurdle is not friendly to literati, it is not difficult for some honorable children from families of generals.Under the influence of their ears and eyes, it is not difficult to write a poem related to martial arts.

But this third hurdle is an obstacle for the children of the general family.

What love!King!For those honorable children from families of military generals, it is not realistic to fight.

Although the Ming Empire paid equal attention to civil and military affairs, there was a natural gap between civil and military affairs, and even the most talented king could not help it.

Zhu Qi smiled and didn't care.

Discord between civil and military is what the royal family hopes to see most. If civil and military are as close as a family, I am afraid that it is the royal family that is worried.

There are only thirty tables and chairs in the courtyard of Autumn Hall.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhu Qi stepped forward to choose a table and chair, and a poem appeared vividly on the paper as soon as he splashed ink.

"early spring"

The rain on the Tianjie Street is as crisp as the grass, but the grass color is far away but not close.

The most important thing is the one-year spring benefits.

"Good! Great poem! Mr. Mu is really talented!" Looking at the poems written by Zhu Qi, Yu Qian couldn't help applauding.

Zhu Qi's talent really shocked Yu Qian.

Zhu Qi entered the autumn hall, just glanced at the title, and wrote a good poem without thinking!
This talent, this quick wit, Yu Qian has only seen in his life.

Holding up the poems, Yu Qian said to Zhu Qi: "Mr. Mu, wait a moment, and Yu will come back when he goes."

Seeing Yu Qian walking away quickly, Zhu Qi grinned and did not answer!
"Gentlemen, Mr. Mu has written another masterpiece in the autumn hall!"

Although Yu Qian believed that Zhu Qi's poem was a masterpiece, he didn't dare to make decisions for the great Confucian judges.

After handing over the poem, Yu Qian went on to say: "I entered the autumn hall with Mr. Mu. Mr. Mu only glanced at the test questions, and without thinking about it, he wrote this poem with a splash of ink."

"Oh! And this!"

"Don't dare to deceive Master Song, this poem by Mr. Mu, the student has seen it with his own eyes!"

"It's full of spring, full of wit and wit, and it's another masterpiece!"

"Yes, this poem is a masterpiece!"

"This poem can be sung in China."

"This Mu Ji's talent is extraordinary, and his poems and essays can be called masters!"

"Mr. Song's evaluation is not low!"

"Mr. Song has met many geniuses in his life, and there are also those who can write good poems. But like Mu Xiaoyou, there are not many who can write excellent works in a short time, let alone three poems in a row."

"Old Song is right! I am looking forward to this little friend more and more."

"Haha! When I see Little Friend Mu, I want to ask him for a few glasses of fine wine!"

"Old Du is right. If you can write poems and essays about grape wine and luminous cups, you must be a fellow in wine."

Yu Qian looked at the great Confucian who praised Zhu Qi in the room, and was very envious in his heart.

However, my family knows my own affairs, so I can't write poems like Zhu Qi's.

(End of this chapter)