I travel through the heavens as a human being

Chapter 45 Provincial City Cultural Conference
"I urge the Lord of Heaven to cheer up and send down talents of all kinds."

The tone is quite good, and the writing is quite impressive, but I don't know if you are really a gifted person.

In the provincial capital, Zhao Jiekang looked at the information coming from the provincial capital with a smile on his face. At the same time, he was amazed by Xu Yang's continuous display of poetic talent.

Although the literary world of the Ming Dynasty no longer paid much attention to poetry and poetry, and regarded it as a minor path.

But who doesn’t envy the talents of Li Bai and Du Fu, and who doesn’t want his poems to be as famous as those of his predecessors?

Especially for the feudal officials like Zhao Jiekang, they already have great power and have exhausted their political capital. Without special opportunities, this official will be like this for the rest of his life, so what they want more at this time is a posthumous reputation.

However, their talents and learning are limited and they cannot produce any famous poems and songs, but this does not prevent them from becoming famous through "people".

Just like the sage Dan Qiusheng mentioned in Li Taibai's "Jinjinjiu"; the Meng Xueshi and General Wang named in Wang Bo's "Tengwang Pavilion Preface"; and Teng Zijing recorded in Fan Zhongyan's "Yueyang Tower".

Aren’t these people all famous through the ages in another form?

It was also with this in mind that Zhao Jiekang accepted the suggestion from the academic advisor Song Cheng so smoothly and caused quite a stir in this cultural meeting.

One month is not a short time, especially with the promotion of thoughtful people, it is enough for the news of the provincial capital cultural conference to spread throughout the province, and it can also give the scholars in the province enough time to come to the provincial capital to participate in the cultural conference.

In fact, the method is almost the same as that of the Baihualou Cultural Club, but there are differences in subtle aspects such as the organizer and the scale of the event.

On the other side, half a month before the provincial capital cultural fair, several scholars who were close friends with Xu Yang came to ask about Xu Yang's departure date:

"When will Brother Zhou leave for the provincial capital? Can we go together?"

Of course Xu Yang knew what these people's inquiries meant, and he just wanted to pull off the tiger's skin.

There is no loss to me in this matter, and I can't help but spread my reputation in the provincial capital.

So after thinking for a while, Xu Yang said bluntly:

"Of course it's a dream to be able to travel with a few friends, but I have to wait another ten days. I have to prepare well for this literary meeting."

After hearing that Xu Yang agreed to set off with them, everyone had smiles on their faces.

As for what Xu Yang said later about waiting for another ten days, he didn't take it to heart. He just wanted to wait for ten days, and he didn't want to miss this cultural gathering.

So after Xu Yang finished speaking, these people quickly said:

"It's okay, I understand, I understand."

"Brother Zhou is right, I have to prepare well."

"In ten days, I will come back to find Brother Zhou."

After agreeing on a departure date, these people left without staying much.

Obviously, what Xu Yang just said about making preparations also let these people know that his arrival was a bit abrupt.

Two days before departure, Xu Yang's hearty laughter could be heard in the room. Unfortunately, the closed doors and windows made outsiders wonder why Xu Yang was laughing.

In fact, Xu Yang had prepared the poems needed for this provincial literary meeting early in the morning.

The reason why he stayed in Fucheng for so long was entirely because he wanted to write a shocking article and prepare to educate people of this era.

Now that I have the character of "excellent literary talent", writing articles is no longer difficult.

This provincial cultural gathering will basically be attended by scholars from all over the province. It is not Xu Yang's style not to do something with such a good opportunity.

Xu Yang couldn't help but laugh a little when he thought of the article he had written.

A month later, the cultural conference hosted by Chief Minister Zhao Jiekang was held on time.

According to rough statistics, there are thousands of scholars who came to participate in this literary conference.

After all, Zhao Jiekang is the largest official in the province. How can the cultural gathering he holds have such a small impact?

Even those scholars who are not prepared to take part in competitions at literary fairs will not refuse to experience the knowledge of other scholars.

More than 1000 scholars are not a thousand ants, and they cannot stand anywhere.

Fortunately, the Chief Envoy has a dedicated person to take charge of the affairs before and after the cultural conference, and a place has been found long ago.

A manor covering an area of ​​nearly 1000 acres could accommodate more than [-] people even if it doubled in size.

This is the manor of the Zhang family, the largest family in the province. It is to give Zhao Jiekang, the chief minister, face, otherwise these scholars may not be able to enter this manor even if they win the top prize.

This manor took two generations of the Zhang family and 30 years of hard work to build, and countless money was spent to achieve its current scale.

In the manor, there are all kinds of pavilions and pavilions, countless winding water and strange rocks, shady green pines and green bamboos, and gorgeous and charming flowers and grass.

It can be said that the entire manor exudes low-key luxury and connotation from the inside out, especially for readers:
Unless you observe carefully, you won't be able to understand its beauty.

It is no wonder that this manor was chosen as the venue for the cultural conference.

Because the exact time for the literary meeting was in the evening, those scholars who were preparing to participate in the cultural meeting rushed here in the evening after visiting the provincial capital during the day.

Accompanied by the bright red sunset on the horizon, the door of the manor slowly opened, and the scholars who had been waiting outside entered one after another. Each scholar walked with his head held high and his appearance dignified.

At this time, the light red lanterns hanging everywhere in the manor had already been lit. Under the candlelight, the entire manor looked brightly lit.

Even these scholars who come in have already prepared themselves mentally in advance.But I was still amazed by the interior of the manor. Just the couplets and poems written on the pavilion pillars. It was obvious at a glance that the handwriting was written by everyone.
There are also the subtle carvings and carvings that make people sigh. It is really the details that show the work.

Because of the invitation, Xu Yang was specially invited to a specific seat when he arrived at the manor. This place was not only near the front, but also on a high ground. He could see the scholars behind him as soon as he turned around.

Xu Yang looked at everything in the manor and at the countless scholars who could not be counted at a glance. He smiled very happily.

What a stage.

When the moon rose above the willow trees, Zhao Jiekang and other officials arrived, and the cultural meeting officially began.

For scholars, this essay meeting is a big opportunity. Everyone has used all their strength to prove themselves. You have a head start on me, and I flatter you. It happens from time to time, which makes this essay meeting seem lively. extraordinary.

Even Xu Yang, who was sitting in his seat, was greatly impressed by the performance of some scholars.

Now the only ones who can sit firmly on the Diaoyutai are the officials acting as referees, especially Zhao Jiekang and Song Cheng, who are sitting together and talking in low voices.

They don't have much interest in such cultural gatherings. They are just giving young people a platform to express themselves.

I recall that back then, they had also participated in the Qionglin Banquet, but they were not the protagonists at that time.

"He is Xu Yang, whose poetic talent is astonishing. He is indeed a talented person with a graceful demeanor."

After glancing at Xu Yang who was sitting in the audience, Zhao Jiekang smiled at Song Cheng and said,

"Brother Zhizhen, you really have good eyesight."

"Brother Huiming was just joking. To be honest, this is the first time I've seen him." Regarding Zhao Jiekang's compliment, Song Cheng just smiled and shook his head in denial.

"Oh, it seems that Brother Zhizhen has other plans."

Both of them are old foxes in the officialdom. They are used to speaking half-hidden and half-exposed, leaving people to guess and understand.

And Xu Yang was not too far away from the two of them. Even though the environment was noisy, Zhao Jiekang noticed it when he looked at him. He heard the conversation between the two of them intentionally, and a flash of light flashed in his heart. Confuse.

But it was almost his turn to play, so Xu Yang didn't think much about it.

After the "essay" on the stage was finished, he began to write poetry.

This is Xu Yang's specialty, and of course the largest number of scholars participated in this creation.

Poetry? Who hasn't had the chance to feel emotional about a scene and write down one or two lines of poetry?

Therefore, before the literary meeting, these scholars were very well prepared for this, and now they have written their best poems one after another.

It's a pity that no matter how well prepared they are, they can't defeat Xu Yang's "cheating".

After a poem was written, it was presented directly to the chief envoy and the academic officer. This had been promised a long time ago.

When the two of them opened Xu Yang's scroll, they could no longer look away after just one glance.

huh~~~
After a long time, the two of them came to their senses almost at the same time, and even breathed out together.

"Good words! Good words for the ages! With just one poem, this person will be famous in history."

The chief minister, Zhao Jiekang, patted Song Cheng on the shoulder and praised excitedly,
"Brother, you are really a wise man."

"Hahaha, brother Huiming, thank you, thank you! Hahaha~~~"

Facing Zhao Jiekang's praise, although Song Cheng enjoyed it very much, he became humble again and again, but the laughter betrayed his mood at this time.

Unfortunately, what Song Cheng didn't see was that Zhao Jiekang had already winked at the henchman next to him.

"This poem should be appreciated by everyone."

After that, Zhao Jiekang gave Xu Yang's manuscript to his confidant.

When Song Cheng saw his confidant leaving in a hurry, his heart skipped a beat and he had a bad feeling. Just as he was about to speak, he was pushed down on his seat by Zhao Jiekang next to him.

At this time, Song Cheng looked at Zhao Jiekang with a wry smile:
"Brother Huiming, can you return that manuscript to me?"

"Manuscript? What manuscript?"

Seeing Zhao Jiekang's pretentiousness, Song Cheng could only sigh and reluctantly accepted this reality.

Just when the two of them were calming down, loud chanting came from the stage:

"If life is only as it was first seen, what is the autumn wind and the sad painting fan.

Waiting for leisure to change but the old people's mind, but the old people's mind is easy to change.

Lishan language stopped the night for a while, tears, rain, and Lin Ling did not complain.

How about Bo Xing Jin Yilang, who will wish for that day. "

After reading the poem, the whole place was silent except for Xu Yang, who was sitting peacefully like a mountain with a smile on his face.

PS: Did you guess it right?

(End of this chapter)