Dingguo

Chapter 29 The Poet's Feast Third Round

The Liangshan Poetry Fair was held in a place called Liangshan. 【】And this Liangshan is actually a big rockery in Liangyuan.

At this time, the atmosphere of the Liangshan Poetry Association gradually heated up.

The large open space was divided into three places by the master with lanterns. In the large space on the left, sat tonight's protagonists, that is, well-known talented scholars; , that is, the women; the great Confucians invited by the Poetry Club to preside over the Poetry Club sat in the back of the room.

On the open space in the middle, there are many singing and dancing performances, and the melodious music comes from the cool mountains of the small lake.The atmosphere at the scene was both cheerful and harmonious.

There were heavyweight figures on the scene, and the wits all behaved very politely.Even if they were talking, they talked in a low voice, not daring to speak out, for fear of leaving a bad impression on the seniors present.

Most of the women in the group are family members.However, the few sitting before the fight are the top cards of each brothel, and next to the head is a woman with an outstanding appearance and a calm expression, who is the oiran Tianxiang elected by the Duke of Cheng.

This woman, just pretending to make people.If it is to wrap her head, I don't know how much money it will cost.

Maybe Tianxiang is too erotic, so most of the female relatives are sitting far away from her, but there are some women sitting around the other leading women talking.However, there are also some women in the majority, and young women who have not left their boudoirs disdain to sit with these women.

Different from the looseness of other poetry associations, Liangshan Poetry Association has its own procedures.

After a round of public elections, a few good poems will appear in the new works created by talented scholars before the poetry meeting. To stimulate other poems to create good works.

As soon as the first few poems are over, the impromptu creations of talented scholars gradually gain momentum, and it is often under such circumstances that good poems in the true sense appear.

At this time, other poetry clubs will have good poems coming one after another.It's just that few of the poems sent can surpass those of the Liangshan Poetry Society.

At the East Lake Poetry Association, Zhao Yibai's poems had just been delivered, and Liangshan returned two good poems.All the talents talked about being humble and responding to the scene, but they held back their energy in their hearts, wanting to compare themselves to others.

Talented scholars at the Liangshan Poetry Association, of course, would not allow other poems to have a chance to show themselves, even inside the Liangshan Poetry Association, they also worked hard to prevent others from having a chance to show their talents.

While the talented scholars of other poetry clubs are still complacent about one poem being listed, the talented scholars of Liangshan Poetry Club have already started to sprint towards the second and third poems to be listed. up.

During the banquet, if someone casually said, "I got another song", it would always attract everyone's attention.If this new work of "I got another song" can really make it to the list and get praise from great Confucians, it will be even more beautiful than the person who only made one excellent work.

Either quantity or quality.When the difference in quality is not particularly large, quantity often becomes the key to success.

Everyone was discussing two new poems from the Poetry Club when a servant who passed on poems ran in with manuscripts.

"Lin Yuanshi will have poems coming..."

All the talented scholars had heard something new, they didn't expect that Lin Yuan Poetry Society would have good poems to come out now, and they expected it would not be much better.

When it was passed on to the heavyweights at the top of the table, someone copied the poem.

It is Lin Rong Lin Zicong's new work. "Today, when the clouds are crossing the magpie bridge, it should not be the pulse and the distance. The family members are happy to open the makeup mirror, and wear needles under the moon to worship the nine nights."

After everyone passed it on, discussions arose during the meeting.First of all, there are praises, only saying that this poem is natural and a masterpiece; then they say that if this poem is put on the Liangshan Poetry Fair, it can only be put on the back of the list. .

In order to prove that this statement was true, Wang Shaoyou wrote a good poem, and immediately paid tribute to Lin Rong's poem.

Immediately afterwards, the Liangshan side became even more lively. In half an hour, seven or eight good poems were published. In terms of the number of poems alone, it had already been selected by other poetry clubs. It's only half way through.

Gongsun Sheng sat on one side of the banquet, with some melons and fruits placed in front of him, and Elder Zhou, who was still dressed gorgeously, sat beside him.The two of them didn't want to show off, so they didn't sit in front, but leaned back deliberately, but they wanted to hide, but there was no way to hide.

In fact, the identities of the two of them are there: one is the prime minister who went to the field; I'm afraid they have to act with the wink of the two.

In fact, the two can be regarded as the great Confucianists of the present age, with profound knowledge and knowledge, and they are also great masters in poetry and poetry.Therefore, even if the two intend to hide behind and have good poems coming, it is probably for the two of them to pass the purpose first.

When the talents below were in full swing, Gongsun Sheng was also talking to Mr. Zhou in a low voice.Elder Zhou is called Zhou Ji, and in the circle of the older generation, everyone respectfully calls him Ji Gong.They are really relatives of the royal family.

Jigong is the first emperor's Taishan, and his daughter is the first emperor's favored concubine.Although the current emperor is not born to Jigong's daughter, he was protected by Jigong's daughter when the emperor was still young. After the emperor succeeded to the throne, he also treated Jigong's daughter as his own mother. Jianghu, the influence of the court is not bad.

Zhou Ji has a weird temper, he doesn't like others to mention his status as a royal relative, but he wants others to remember his knowledge.As a matter of fact, Zhou Ji is indeed outstanding in talent and learning, even if he is called Hong Xue, it is not in vain.He loves talents, and is willing to lead others to advance, but he has let out many talented people he has passed on, although on the surface, he seems to be a little difficult to get close to, but these are just appearances.

"...The clouds and the moon and the earth pass by each other. Don't hate too much before it reaches the end of the year. I hate the car wash rain in the Ming Dynasty the most, and I don't teach you to cross the Tianhe... This Zhao Wanli can be regarded as a good poet, but he is very kind to me. I want to choose, this poem can be ranked in the top three of all poetry gatherings tonight..." Gongsun Sheng whispered with a smile.

"Old Sheng's vision is like a torch, and this poem is really good. Especially the last sentence, it seems that you have made a lot of determination not to teach you to cross the Tianhe River. It is very memorable. As for the first three, this one It's a little early to conclude, you come to these two poems..." Zhou Ji took out two poems from a pile of poems, but they were written by one person.

Sheng Laocong took it over, and one of them wrote: If you don't know what you want to do with the cow, you must invite the Weaver Girl to play with the golden shuttle.Begging for cleverness in the world every year, but there are already too many clevernesses in the world.

Zhou Ji laughed and said, "This one is considered a masterpiece, and it's not inferior to Zhao Wanli's poems; what's rare is that he has a second one...Who knows that there are tears in autumn when I go to Yaoxuan on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month? One year old in the world, why not there is only dusk in the sky... Both of them are good, it's a bit rare..."

"Haha... This Wang Shaoyou can also be regarded as a great talent, and he is also a student of Mr. Zhou, so the poems he made are naturally excellent..."

"What does this have to do with being my student? Am I praising him because he is my disciple?"

"Oh, isn't it? Then why Jigong only has Wang Shaoyou in his eyes, but not Wu Hongde?" Sheng Lao took out a poem and handed it to Zhou Ji.

Zhou Ji glanced at it, but said with a smile, "Of course it's a good poem. I'm better than Zhao Wanli's poem you mentioned..."

The two discussed and discussed, but they picked out a few good poems, including the one by Lin Rong, but it is actually quite difficult to pick out the No. [-] scholar among them.

"We don't need to comment. As for the trouble? It's better to drink tea and taste poems."

When the two laughed, they put down the poems in their hands and drank tea relaxedly.

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