Chapter 28 The First Lesson of the Academy of Literature
"God, God, God, really God!"
The student named Song stammered and said that he had never told anyone about his life experience. Dr. Chai is so amazing!
Judging from the performance of the student named Song, we can see that Chai Tiannuo was right, and Minglun Hall immediately became noisy.
Two more people asked Chai Tiannuo to tell their fortunes, and the results were not even half-difference. There were a lot of calls for Chai Tiannuo to tell their fortunes, but they were all rejected by him.
"This is Ming Lun Tang, not a fortune-telling stall on the street. Do you understand that things are easy to do?"
A loud voice like thunder rang out, causing Minglun Hall to tremble non-stop. All the students immediately woke up. Only then did they realize that they had made a mistake, and they hurriedly saluted and apologized.
The rest of the course was uneventful. Chaitino's lecture on the Book of Rites was quite innovative. The students nodded repeatedly, as did the staff of the liberal arts school outside the window.
Dean Chen Zhixing even sighed and said:
"A dragon crossing the river has come to the School of Literature. I'm so lucky!"
Except for a few emergency medical staff, no one left Minglun Hall when get out of class was over. Instead, they gathered around Chaitino and kept asking questions. Chaitino answered every question, and the atmosphere was very warm.
However, when the class bell rang, the atmosphere changed again. Chaitino looked at the students gearing up and grinned:
"Why, are you so confident in your ability to recite poetry correctly?"
"Yes~!"
Everyone answered in unison, and Chai Tiannuo was so shocked that his brows trembled and he groaned. Why was he so high-spirited that he drank ginseng soup?
"I feel very relieved that you are so confident. Come here and let me see what you are capable of!"
Looking at the students who are eager to try, Chai Tiannuo is also very motivated. Grandma is a bear, and she doesn't believe that thousands of years of romance in the past life can't suppress you young boys with such stinking milk.
"I'll go first!"
The first member suddenly stood up, but was pushed back slightly by Chai Tiannuo:
"You're going to do something first. The rules haven't been decided yet. Isn't it too impatient?"
The hall burst into laughter, and the health worker immediately blushed and hurriedly retreated.
"I'll make some rules with you."
The dean of the liberal arts college walked into Minglun Hall with his head held high, followed by a large group of students, and the students hurriedly stood up to greet him.
Chai Tiannuo understood that standing outside the door and listening was not enough, so everyone came in to watch the fun.
The dean came to the podium, hung up a long scroll, divided the lower volume into two parts, and the simple official script appeared.
1. Propositional poems, one each of romantic poems, romantic poems, snowy moon poems, lyrics are also acceptable, and will be judged by teachers from the School of Liberal Arts.
Chai Tiannuo grinned. He was shocked by his song "Broken Arrangement", "Yi Xixi". He didn't dare to go directly to Feng Hua Xueyue because of questions related to the frontier fortress.
"Do you have any objections?"
The dean asked expressionlessly.
"Nothing~."
Chaitino shouted loudly, and Dr. Wei lit a stick of incense and said with a smile:
"There are too many students. I recommend ten songs each for Feng Hua Xue Yue. Time is tight, so let's start quickly."
More than two thousand people on the field immediately fell down at their desks, writing furiously or frowning in thought, trying their best to surpass Chaitino, a man who only appeared once in a thousand years.
Compared to the nervousness of the students, Chaitino was much more relaxed.
Roll up your sleeves, grind some ink on the inkstone, take a piece of small regular script, dip it in enough ink, and gently start writing.
The dean, Dr. Wei, and several other academics walked up to Chai Tiannuo and couldn't help but nod their heads as they looked at the neat regular script slowly unfolding on the booklet. Dr. Wei whispered with emotion:
"The character Tiannuo has become popular among everyone. The regular script with regular script and sharp edges makes him write the meaning of elegance and separation from the dust. It is really rare."
After the stick of incense was burned out, I had finished reading the works presented by the students. There were many excellent works, but the meaning of the poems was quite satisfactory, which always left people feeling a little unfinished.
"You should still miss Tiannuo. The Imperial College is full of talented people, but they lack a genius like him."
Chen Zhixing shook the poem written by the student in his hand, feeling a little regretful in his heart.
Dr. Wei picked up the first one and read aloud:
"Listen to the wind and fall into a dream."
"Lying stiffly in the cold pavilion, my heart is not sad, but I still think about the Wu border pass of my country."
"In the middle of the night, I was shocked to hear the wind blowing and snowing, and fell into a dream of the iron horse glaciers."
“What a poem!”
Before Dr. Wei finished reading, cheers rang out one after another. Compared with the leisurely scenes in the poems of the students, this song is really much more profound.
Chen Zhixing nodded lightly and asked all the sentient beings:
"Which one of the winds is the crown?"
"Mr. Chai!"
The echo was loud, and Chen Zhixing nodded again:
"Yes."
Dr. Wei picked up the second cooked statement and read aloud:
"The old soldier returns after the storm."
"My whole body is covered with injuries and gunfire. It's sad to take off my armor and return home."
"After the wind and rain, the pear blossoms and the cold food, the descendants of several graves have come."
Everyone was silent. The first song was just a return, but the second song was true and made people sad. Dr. Wei looked at Chaitino and said with a wry smile:
"Tiannuo, it's rare for you to write about such a romantic proposition in such a miserable and tragic way. It's rare in the world."
Chaitino also smiled bitterly and replied:
"Mr. Wei, there is really no way. What I wrote is all what I saw."
"I have never seen many of those beautiful flowers and full moons, but I have seen many old soldiers withering away in the bloody storm. In my eyes, this is the true appearance of the wind, flowers, snow and moon."
"Who among the flowers is crowned?!"
Chen Zhixing asked loudly.
"Mr. Chai!"
All the sentient beings answered and saluted Chai Tiannuo together. The two poems made them see the hardships of the Wubian soldiers. They thought of the blooming flowers in their own poems and felt a little ashamed for a moment.
Dr. Wei picked up the third piece of rice paper and continued to read:
"Mountain snow."
"Snow is falling in Yangchun Mountain, and the air is freezing. I hear flowers blooming in the letter, but not a trace of red is visible."
"The horse's hoof disease strikes at night, Chen Mian's armor is still on, the five-foot roar flashes, and the barrier breaks through the sky and the earth!"
This poem was undoubtedly the first of its kind. Chen Zhixing, dean of the School of Liberal Arts, could not wait for Dr. Wei's slow movements, so he picked up the paper and started reading:
"Shui Tiao Ge Tou. When will the bright moon come?"
Chen Zhixing couldn't help but look back at Chai Tiannuo. It seemed that this song about the moon was somewhat different from the previous three. Not only the first words, but also the artistic conception and direction were very different.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine."
"I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky."
"I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid..."
After reciting the beginning of a water-melody song, the Ming Lun Hall was eerily quiet. The phrase "I hope we will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart" touched the hearts of many people.
After Chen Zhixing finished reciting the lyrics, he came back to his senses after a cup of tea and sighed:
"Chai Tiannuo has reached the state of transformation in poetry, and he should be invincible!"
There are many rule questions on the long axis, but no one has the intention to compare. Four propositions and four poems have been handed down to the world. Who in the world can compare?
After class, the four poems quickly spread throughout the capital. For a time, Chai Shixian's name resounded throughout Goulan Restaurant. God was disgusted and the name of the butcher gradually disappeared. This was a consequence that Chai Tiannuo never thought of.
In the imperial study room of the imperial palace, Emperor Tianqi looked at the poems copied in his hands. His mind was shaken and he could not calm down for a long time.
Seeing that the emperor had not moved for a long time, Jia Nei was a little worried, so he made a bowl of hot tea and handed it over:
"Your Majesty, please have some tea."
Emperor Tianqi nodded slightly, took a sip of the tea, and said with a somewhat complicated expression:
"Jia Gao, I feel more and more regret for suppressing Chaitino."
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