Queen of Nongmen: Hexagrams determine the universe

Chapter 195 Competition 1
The matter of the competition was decided yesterday morning.

Yesterday morning, Ye Qiongdan happened to be in the house in Qinghe County, and it happened that Han Tianxing came to visit, so he hastily decided on this competition. Unexpectedly, the news spread so quickly throughout Yiling County up.

Except that everyone in Qinghe County is in danger, people in other places in Yiling County are quite interested in this matter in this peaceful era.

Today is a feast for literati and poets, and even more a carnival for gamblers.

The quietest place outside the maple forest is now filled with the atmosphere of the world of mortals.

Almost all the students of Fenglin Academy gathered inside and outside Fenglin Pavilion to watch the fun, and even some senior masters from Fenglin Academy also came.

"Dong dong dong..."

The melodious sound of the bell came down from the top of the mountain.

A gust of breeze, accompanied by the sound of the bell, swept across the maple forest, setting off a green wave.

The inside and outside of Fenglin Pavilion suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at Han Tianxing and Ye Qiongdan in the pavilion.

The men who looked at Han Tianxing had admiration or jealousy in their eyes, and the women who looked at Han Tianxing had admiration and love in their eyes.

Some women were shy and covered their faces with handkerchiefs, blouses or fans, while some women were bolder and even took fresh flowers in their hands, intending to offer them after the competition was over.

The north is no better than the south. Southern women would throw flowers and melons at most when they saw the son they admired, and very few dared to strike up a conversation.

And the aristocratic women in the Northland are more refreshing, swinging a few feet high on weekdays, meeting to play polo, spring hunting, or hunting in the autumn are not a problem, and they are not afraid of showing their hearts in front of the men they admire. ?
In order to ensure the fairness of this competition, Han Tianxing specially invited his teacher to decide the outcome. His teacher is the head of Fenglin Mountain, a well-known scholar in the north, Yun Chuxiu.

Yun Chuxiu used to be the mainstay of the Jiangbei School, and was later appointed by the late emperor as the tutor of King Ning.

After King Ning was defeated in the battle to seize the throne, he was demoted to a commoner and imprisoned for life, the Jiangbei faction that supported His Highness King Ning also declined.

Yun Chuxiu asked the new emperor to resign himself to his old age and return to his hometown, and the new emperor readily agreed.

Although the prestige of the Jiangbei faction in the court has gradually been weakened, the foundation of the Jiangbei faction is still there for many years, and it is still a bureaucratic force that should not be underestimated in the North.

Yun Chuxiu retired and returned to his hometown for four years, and brought out many proud students who achieved outstanding results in the palace examination, which also made the value of Fenglin Academy rise with the tide in the past few years.

However, people with a discerning eye also know very well that the current sage is not close to the Jiangbei sect, so if he wants to be the number one scholar, he still cannot be admitted to Fenglin Academy.

Yun Chuxiu is an old man who looks very kind. He has reached his forties this year, but he is still very energetic.

"The tide of the Spring River connects with the sea level, and the moon rises together with the tide. Ripples follow the waves for thousands of miles, and where there is no moonlight on the Spring River..." Yun Chuxiu's folding fan tapped lightly on the palm of his hand, "Miss Ye, your This poem "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" has been admired by me for a long time. In my humble opinion, this poem is called "One Poem Overwhelms Yiling".

"Where is it?" Ye Qiongdan lowered her head.

This poem has received such high praise, those who understand poetry naturally have nothing to say, but those who do not understand poetry feel that it is exaggerated.

Just a country girl, how can she be so godlike?
"Miss Ye's poetic talent has been spread throughout Yiling County. Why don't you compare poetry to poetry today?" Yun Chuxiu asked, "Poetry was popular in the Dalong Dynasty, and there were many poetic talents. It is rare for a scholar who is good at writing."

Ci is more difficult to make than poetry, because there is a fixed number of words in the name of each Ci card.

"Okay, let's compare Ci." Ye Qiongdan nodded, "What is the name of the Ci brand?"

"There are canals in Yiling County, so the name 'Langtaosha' is suitable for the occasion. As for the time, let's take the time when a stick of incense burns." Yun Chuxiu thought about it.

Ye Qiongdan looked at Han Tianxing, who nodded.

The two of them walked to the opposite table and dipped their pens in the ground ink.

The onlookers began to discuss in low voices.

"Who do you think will win?"

"It must be Mr. Han! Who knows who copied Ye Qiongdan's poems? Now, Mr. Yun has given her a name for her poems. Let me see how she plays tricks!"

"That's right. Lyric writing was not popular in the Dalong Dynasty. There were very few lyric writers, and all kinds of masters were even rarer. Under such circumstances, Ye Qiongdan, who was born in the countryside, is definitely no match for the well-educated Mr. Han."

……

Unexpectedly, within a quarter of an hour of discussion, Ye Qiongdan picked up a pen.

She finished writing the entire paper in one go, and then quietly waited behind the desk.

After half a stick of incense, Han Tianxing also wrote a poem.

The book boy who was personally serving Mr. Yun came forward, took away the words of the two, and put them in front of Mr. Yun.

As Mr. Yun's closed disciple, Han Tianxing naturally recognized his words. After seeing his beloved disciple's words, Han Tianxing nodded in satisfaction, and read them slowly in front of everyone.

For a while, the applause was full of praise.

The literati were even more envious of him, the girls were even more envious of him, and the one who bought Han Tianxing and won the competition was even more excited.

Putting on airs, Han Tianxing bowed to those who praised him, and then looked at Ye Qiongdan.

He thought that he would see admiration in Ye Qiongdan's eyes, but unexpectedly, the beauty's eyes were as calm as autumn water, which made him a little uncomfortable.

Standing in the crowd, Su Hongying snorted coldly, and whispered contemptuously to Ye Qiongdan in the pavilion: "There is really no one who doesn't shed tears when seeing the coffin!"

"Tianxing's literary talent is really good," Mr. Yun nodded approvingly, "Next, please enjoy Miss Ye's song "Lang Taosha" together: Toast the east wind with the wine, and be calm together. At that time, we joined hands and traveled all over the fragrant bushes. The gathering and parting were in a hurry, and the hatred was endless. This year’s flowers are better than last year’s, but it’s a pity that next year’s flowers will be better. I know who I’m with.”

"Good words! Excellent words!" Mr. Yun exclaimed, "What a 'give the wine to the wind, and let's be calm'! Miss Ye wrote a farewell with cherished flowers. The concept is so exquisite that Yun has never seen it in her life. Ah! Wonderful! Wonderful!"

For a time, there was thunderous applause inside and outside the pavilion, which lasted for a long time.

Those spectators who bought Ye Qiongdan's win all smiled happily.

But the literati and poets in Yiling County who had doubts about Ye Qiongdan's true talent and knowledge no longer dared to underestimate her.

Han Tianxing sighed, and finally understood why Ye Qiongdan had no admiration for him. It turned out that he was not as good as her!

"Miss Ye, Han is willing to bow down." Han Tianxing said sincerely.

"Accepted." Ye Qiongdan bowed to him.

"Today's people call them talents, and they all say that they are proficient in everything. In the competition of words, Miss Ye is far better than my apprentice. Now, beside the Grand Canal in Yiling County, a new building has been built. Yiling Tower, I haven’t written a preface yet, why don’t you invite the two of you to write a preface for this Yiling Tower, how about it?”

The two nodded.

Preface writing can be regarded as the category of "Fu". Song Fu was popular in the previous dynasty, but in the Dalong Dynasty, the literary genre of Fu has long since faded away. It is undoubtedly extremely difficult to write a preface well.

What's more, there is only a moment of incense sticks. With this kind of improvisation without careful consideration, it is difficult to produce a masterpiece!
For a moment, the hearts of the girls rose to their throats, and they all became worried about Han Tianxing.

But when their eyes fell on Ye Qiongdan, they felt a little relieved.

"Fu" is difficult for Han Tianxing, isn't it even more difficult for Ye Qiongdan?
(End of this chapter)