Today is the Luming Banquet, a banquet of great importance to talents in the Ming Dynasty.
Many students who had lived in poverty for ten years finally got their ticket to an official career. The ecstasy was unimaginable, and all the new candidates were elated and high-spirited;
The banquet was of a very high standard, and the ingredients were luxurious and exquisite. It is said that one of the dishes called "Honey Pickled Sauce" took hundreds of days;
Only half a pound of essential meat; there are as many as 58 hot and cold dishes, desserts and soups
Play the drum, harp, and sheng, and sing "The Deer Ming."
Looking at the table full of extravagant delicacies and listening to the festive music of deer chirping in his ears, Zhu Pingan had no appetite at all. The scenes in the alley yesterday afternoon were replayed in front of him: the dying ones, the begging ones, the helpless ones.
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The others were all in high spirits, drinking and composing poems, eating well and socializing. Only Zhu Pingan, holding his chopsticks, barely took a bite.
Zhu Ping'an was known as a "rice bucket" when he took the exam. In front of such a sumptuous feast of wine and food, he didn't move a single chopstick. This was so abnormal that some people thought that Zhu Ping'an was ranked last because he came in last.
Too ashamed to eat. For example, Guo Ziyu, who was full of envy, jealousy and hatred towards Zhu Pingan, thought this way.
This time at the Luming Banquet, seats were allocated according to ranking, and Zhu Ping'an and the other ten final members sat at the edge table.
Guo Ziyu was sitting at a table in front of Zhu Pingan. Although they were adjacent, they were a step up. At this moment, seeing Zhu Pingan, who used to have a very good appetite, not moving a single chopstick, he couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority in his heart: You are trying in the hospital.
So what if he is the head of the case, what if he is favored by a third-grade official, he is not behind me now! A child prodigy? He is just Fang Zhongyong, who has better luck.
"Little Zhu Xiandi. Even though you are at the bottom of the list, why should you care? You were elected at the age of thirteen. Apart from the famous Mr. Yang Ge, who else can compare with you."
"That is, you are different from us, we are the cicadas of late autumn. You are so young, you will definitely have a lot of potential in the future."
"That's right, now the entire Yingtian City knows that our Ming Dynasty has produced another thirteen-year-old scholar."
The people at the bottom of the list who were sitting at the same table with Zhu Pingan saw that Zhu Pingan could not move his chopsticks in front of the fine wine and food, and thought that Zhu Pingan was concerned about the last person, so the people at the same table comforted Zhu Pingan.
Hearing the relief from several people at the same table, Zhu Ping'an felt dumbfounded.
"Thank you dear friends for your concern. I am very satisfied to win the election. Maybe I caught a cold last night and am a little unwell. Please use it with care, dear friends, and don't let down today's grand event." Zhu Ping'an expressed his gratitude to all the candidates present and expressed his gratitude.
No discomfort, let everyone enjoy it slowly.
After hearing Zhu Ping'an's explanation, everyone felt relieved. Thinking about it, they won the exam at the age of thirteen, so what else could they be dissatisfied with?
As a result, everyone at the table mingled with each other and chatted freely, feeling as if they were literate and filthy in those days.
The Deer Crying Banquet is a literary feast, so it is natural that a chorus of words is indispensable.
During the banquet, everyone here also played some word games to add to the fun, such as couplets and so on. If you can write eight-part essays well, these are not a problem. Although Zhu Pingan has no appetite, he will not squander everyone at this time.
Xing, when it was his turn, he followed it smoothly and smoothly, but there was nothing deliberately outstanding.
Everyone is enjoying themselves.
While the banquet was in full swing, the sound of cheers came. It turned out that Cao Jieyuan, who was sitting at the top table, had composed a poem, which was highly praised by all the examiners present and the prefect of Yingtian Prefecture.
The top table was full of big shots at the banquet, including the magistrate of Yingtian Prefecture and other officials. Mr. Zhao, the academic advisor of Nanzhili, the two examiners, and then the top three in this Nanzhili Township Examination.
This table was the focus of the banquet and had great influence. Soon, the poem was spread to the hands of several nearby tables. After reading it, they could not help but let out bursts of cheers.
"bamboo"
The bamboos grow in the open field, and the clouds tower over the sky.
No one appreciates high integrity, only one has to cherish one's own chastity.
The shame stained the Xiang concubine's tears, and she entered the palace harp in shame.
Whoever makes a flute should sing the dragon's tune.
Someone with good intentions copied several copies, and one copy reached Zhu Ping'an's table. A man next to him read it in a melodious tone, which attracted everyone's praise.
It's just that after Zhu Pingan listened, he was a little disapproving. Of course, the poem was excellent, both allusive and emotional. He used bamboo to describe himself, showing that he was pure, clean, noble and elegant, but he had not met Bole. He looked dissatisfied.
He is ashamed to bow to the rich and powerful bureaucrats, does not want to be contaminated by the trend of luxury, and has a very high character with lofty ambitions.
However, when you are twenty-five years old, you agreed to Zhao Tongzhi's plan to seize your son-in-law. Where will you leave your wife and children at home? How dare you say that you would rather break than bend!
"What do you think, Brother Zhu Xian? He seems to have disdain on his face?"
A malicious inquiry came from the table next to him. Zhu Ping'an looked up and saw Guo Ziyu looking at him teasingly.
This question attracted the attention of everyone around. Everyone thought that Cao Jieyuan's poems were good, but some people were disdainful at this time. Can you not pay attention? After paying attention, you found that he was the person at the bottom of the last table, and he was also the youngest person here.
I couldn't help but become more interested in the ceremony.
"Jie Yuan is a great talent, his poems are excellent, he is just ashamed of himself." Zhu Ping'an smiled at himself, and understated the unfavorable situation caused by Guo Ziyu.
As soon as the words were said, everyone was relieved and smiled in understanding. Guo Ziyu looked unwilling, but did not continue to have an attack and waited for a better opportunity.
Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared, and sure enough, Guo Ziyu soon found an opportunity.
Because Cao Jieyuan wrote the poem "Bamboo" very well, the big names at the top table got excited and asked all the newcomers here to write poems based on the theme of the Three Friends of Suihan for fun.
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This opportunity is a good time to make a name for yourself. If you make your name here, it will soon spread throughout South Zhili. The benefits are self-evident, so all the new candidates are working hard to perform.
Guo Ziyu quickly wrote a poem "Ode to Bamboo", and then turned his attention to Zhu Pingan, and then he became a little excited, because Zhu Pingan had not started writing yet, and his face was melancholy. Poems are easy to write, but good poems are difficult to write.
It’s hard to find. Looking at the melancholy on his face, even if he could write it down, it would definitely not be much better!
That's right, Zhu Pingan has no intention of writing at all.
It feels very ironic to see the future leaders of the Ming Dynasty sitting here, pondering over poems and struggling to choose words and sentences.
Poetry?
What else does Taibai have to do in this world!
What more people in this world need is not written poetry, nor do they like poetry, calligraphy or painting. They do not need the high-spirited and upright people who would rather bend than bend or serve the powerful. What they want when they are dying is just a bowl of rice even if it is mixed with sand (to be continued)