Someone writes a poem and wins a round of applause, which naturally attracts other talented people to follow suit.
At the moment, there is a lively scene on the Guanlan Tower Pavilion.
On the long table covered with white paper, there were many gestures written at this moment. At the same time, the sound of chanting continued to be heard, and many people even greeted Magistrate Wen in a somewhat flattering manner.
Some people even couldn't squeeze in, so they simply took the four treasures of the study handed over by the waiter and immediately spread them on the banquet table.
It seems that everyone is holding back all their energy at this time and wants to make a good appearance at this cultural gathering.
Shu Fang, who was next to Song Mu, was also eager to give it a try, but when he saw Song Mu picking up a piece of snack and sipping it bit by bit, his expression was extremely focused, and he was stunned at the moment.
"Brother Song, are you not interested in participating in today's poetry meeting?"
Shu Fang asked Song Mu. Song Mu glanced at him, then at the lively scene in front of him, and just shook his head slightly.
"Excuse me...it will take a while."
Shu Fang suddenly realized that Song Mu might not have decided what poems to write.
Shu Fang's expression changed slightly, but at this moment he just smiled and said with his hands in hand.
"Then I'll show off my shame first, and then we'll look at Brother Song's literary talents."
Song Mu didn't say anything. The others at the same table looked at Song Mu with a slight change of expression. They felt that Song Mu looked like an ordinary person.
Although the attic today is not bustling with people, it is still full of sounds.
The golden gong at the railing outside the attic has been sounded several times, and the sound of leisurely reciting poems continues to be heard, and poems are also being displayed one after another at this moment.
It's only the end of the afternoon, but this literary meeting has already produced a lot of poems.
Under the Guanlan Tower, many people came after hearing the news. They were also gathering in the square at this moment. They were looking up at the pavilion and saw the figures of talented people surging in the building.
They all looked up at this moment, especially when they heard the talented poem being written. The talented poet came to the railing and raised his hands to everyone. They also saw that the poem was written on a huge red cloth. The whole poem was full of brilliant literary talent. The scholar
The grace is fully displayed, which makes people admire endlessly.
And those merchants also seized this opportunity and shouted hard during this. Some merchants in particular took the plaques with the talented poems and walked around among the crowd, vigorously promoting their own products.
Many people also looked sideways, and business was booming for a while.
Under the stage, Dai Mingde had already occupied a good seat, and several classmates and friends had also arrived after receiving the news. They were sitting around each other, looking upstairs.
"Brother Dai, you told us a few days ago that there would be something exciting at this literary conference, but you didn't know what it was?"
A short, fat young man waved his fan and asked Dai Mingde. Several other people also cast the same look.
Dai Mingde showed a mysterious smile, and looked up at the attic with a raised brow, with a somewhat suppressed excitement in his eyes.
"I'd better not talk about this for now, you can just watch it when the time comes."
When Dai Mingde said this, the young man immediately put away his fan, but took two steps forward and said with a wry smile.
"Mingde, you're not like this usually. Why are you trying to get along with us brothers today?"
"Yes, it's possible that your family has spent a lot of money on this literary conference this year, preparing to get some talent from top-notch poems and articles. Let us see if your old Dai family is powerful."
A kid next to him who was also a wealthy businessman smiled, but Dai Mingde chuckled twice and said speciously.
"It's almost the same. You just have to wait and see. Anyway, by the time this essay meeting is over, you will definitely feel that the trip was worthwhile."
Dai Mingde almost suppressed the itching feeling in his heart and said. At this moment, his eyes were also looking towards the attic, as if he wanted to see Song Mu's figure through the layers of buildings.
Dai Mingde was watching from below, while Song Mu met Dai Mingliang upstairs.
"Song... Young Master, I didn't expect you to be..."
While many talented people at the scene were indulging in composing poems, Dai Mingliang had already sat next to Song Mu and held his hands towards Song Mu with a look of astonishment on his face.
That was a few days ago, when Dai Mingliang and Dai Mingde were discussing the current situation of Song and Mu, Dai Mingliang accidentally let it slip. Only then did Dai Mingliang know that the Song Mu he met on the official road that day turned out to be from Jiangnan West Road.
The one who solved Yuan Dynasty and Song Mu!
I remember that I had a good conversation with the other party at the time, and even said that I would go to Chang'an to support him.
At this moment, the rightful owner was sitting in front of him, and Dai Mingliang was somewhat excited. Dai Mingliang even wanted to blurt out and ask the other party to name his son.
A man named Jie Yuan, who was very talented in literature, chose a name for his son that was more talented than what he and his father had imagined.
But when the words came to his lips, Dai Mingliang didn't say it like that, he just said with a smile.
"If I could have known about you earlier... I would have invested more money in the Wenhui Association. Now, maybe it's not too late."
"Brother Dai is really flattering me. There are so many knowledgeable and talented people this time. Maybe I am a bit good at what they do."
"Brother Song's words are wrong. If it were someone else, I wouldn't believe it, but Brother Song is different."
Song Mu and Dai Mingde were talking very politely, which made the people at the table next to them confused.
Dai Dong's family in Bufang, Lin'an, actually felt that this young man from Jiangnan West Road was attracting attention?
However, when you think about it, it does make some sense. After all, the other party can achieve the position of a scholar at a young age. He is also the nephew of Lord Shen, so he may really have some abilities.
Several people felt a little uncertain, but at this moment, a burst of cheers suddenly broke out in the scene, and the next moment they saw a ripple of literary energy rippling in front of the desk, infiltrating everyone.
"Very talented, great poem!"
The talented man next to the desk immediately exclaimed. I saw a talented man standing next to the desk who had just put down his pen and ink. At this moment, his eyes were full of joy and he held his hands in all directions.
"It's Lu Guanglin, he's the top scorer in this year's provincial examination."
"That's no wonder. He's so talented that I would scratch my head and scratch my ears when I write a poem. He's really gifted."
Many people around started talking, and Song Mu heard it clearly. At this moment, he also paid attention to the poem written by the other party. A seven-character poem, describing the grand winter scene of Lin'an, in which "Snowy winter, flying flowers are like spring catkins."
"It connects the winter scenery with the spring scenery, which is quite charming. No wonder this poem can achieve such achievements.
At that moment, Lu Guanglin smiled and cupped his hands around him, and then he was surrounded by several people and looked at the railing, and the golden gong was sounded again.
The content of the poem was immediately publicized, and when the people downstairs learned that the poem was actually very talented, they all exclaimed, and bursts of noise suddenly broke out.
The merchants who were waiting for the poems happily took the poems and plaques and ran towards the crowd, holding them high.
Song Mu couldn't help but nodded at the moment. Sure enough, Jiangnan talents were prosperous, but it had only been an hour or two before such poems appeared. Dai Mingliang's eyes looked at the thinking Song Mu, a little eager to try, but Song Mu did not move.
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On the contrary, someone suddenly stood up in the field, and someone next to him said immediately.
"It's Zhang Xingyang, he's also going to write poetry."
"Hiss, but Zhang Xingyang was the one who wrote the phenomenon of flying flowers in the provincial examination? He was Jieyuan in the last provincial examination. I heard that in order to get good results in the general examination, he was preparing to settle down for six years. He also just returned from visiting famous teachers in the past few days. This
Once he took action, he must have been amazingly talented, right?"
"This trip is worthwhile, let's wait and see."
Song Mu heard the people around him talking like this, and he looked up at this moment. He saw that the graceful young man whom several people gathered around to talk about had stood up, and now walked towards the bookcase with his head held high.
Lu Guanglin also noticed the changes in the field at this moment, and immediately turned around, with a somewhat unsettled light shining in his eyes.