On the sixth day of the examination, Chang'an received an urgent order. Outside the Great Wall of Baoshan, the wind and snow continued, and the shadows of beasts appeared in the wind and snow.
They are all over the mountains and fields, and they cannot be attacked from afar.
The Chang'an Army and Horse Division immediately dispatched and ordered soldiers and horses from all directions outside Chang'an to immediately conduct a test. The government troops from various cities sent out all night to spy, but no trace of the beast was seen in the wind and snow, and they returned without finding anything.
This situation is incredible, and then a great scholar enters the void, disappears for a long time, and then comes back.
Early the next morning, there was a document on Li Ao's desk, which explained the cause of the beast tide.
The demon country learned that there was an article in the Wen Dynasty meeting that touched the fate of heaven and earth and damaged the luck of the demon countries in the east and west. They demanded that the article be handed over and then calmed down the situation.
"Huh, you think I'm his puppet and let him do whatever he wants?!"
After Li Ao read the document, he snorted coldly. With a move of his fingers, the document was torn apart and burned clean. At this moment, a pair of serious eyes looked up at the two ministers standing in front of him.
"Prime Minister Tan, is it true that something great will come out of this examination?"
Tan Zhongye took a step forward, raised his hands and said in a deep voice.
"Back to Your Majesty, several elders from the Ministry of Rites have come to see it. They said that it was not a great article. It was just that one of the articles happened to touch luck, but it did not make any progress. In the end, it was nothing."
Li Ao frowned slightly, looked at another old man with white hair and beard next to him, and said softly.
"Is it really that Song Mu? He is only twenty, and he can achieve this level?"
Saying this, the old man with white beard and hair immediately stepped forward, raised his hands towards Li Ao and said.
"Your Majesty, this Song Mu is indeed extraordinary. He is originally a descendant of the Song family in Shiyang County. He was able to compose nine poems two years ago. The song "Nostalgic for the Past at Night", after I read it, I also had a heart.
I was so moved that I even wrote a comment about it.”
Saying this, the old man looked up at Li Ao. His face was mellow, and although he looked old, his eyes were full of energy.
This person is the left prime minister of the current Wen Dynasty and a scholar in the realm of Confucianism, Feng Qi.
There were many great scholars in the Wen Dynasty, but now only one of them is still serving in the court.
Li Ao nodded slightly and said immediately.
"In that case, what do you two ladies think of this situation?"
"this……"
Feng Qi lowered his eyes slightly, and Tan Zhongye was also absent-minded, as if he didn't want to answer this question.
Li Ao immediately snorted coldly and said in a deep voice.
"You two just retreated like this and let me make the decision openly."
With that said, Li Ao spoke unceremoniously.
"The message is that this article has nothing to do with luck. It is an article from our Wen Dynasty, and you should not get involved in it. If you are not convinced, there will be nothing left. Three great Confucian scholars will discuss the battle and determine the outcome."
Upon hearing this, Tan Zhongye and Feng Qi immediately raised their heads and spoke immediately.
"Your Majesty is Holy Ming."
Li Ao had already stood up, looked back at the two of them, and said calmly.
"This is just what you are thinking. Let all parties exercise restraint. If Chang'an is threatened again because of this matter, then you and I will not be sorry for the word Chang'an!"
After saying that, Li Ao rolled up his sleeves and left. Tan Zhongye and Feng Qi looked at each other. Different looks seemed to flash across their faces, but Feng Qi said calmly.
"Master Tan, didn't Song Jieyuan visit you a few days ago? He must have appreciated it a lot, right?"
"Master Feng, why do you say this? You are the one who admires Song Mu the most. If the other party sees you, he will definitely repay you for your kindness."
As the two said this, they both smiled slightly and then walked away.
The battle at Wuwu Cliff would definitely give the two of them a headache.
…
In the examination room, Song Mucai didn't know that he had caused such trouble. At this moment, he was just rethinking how to write the poem in front of him.
After some thinking last night, Song Mu was thinking about how to write poems with new ideas, especially talented poems that fit the meaning of the title.
Song Mu's idea yesterday was that it should be suitable for the battlefield, and he should write about a person's bravery and strength.
This kind of war poem must be available instantly, and various changes can be made immediately, so it can be of great use.
But after waking up this morning, Song Mu suddenly felt that writing like this might lead to another problem, that is, if it comes to this, the poems will be a bit the same. Whether it can be outstanding is also a question.
Moreover, Song Mu still had some ambitions, and he also planned to bring this competition to a perfect conclusion, so this poem should be extraordinary.
Thinking of this, Song Mu also felt that there should be a difference, but it also needed to have a clear intention, at least one could recognize it at a glance, and it was actually usable battlefield poetry.
But what should I write so that I can be more than brave and strong?
Song Mu exhaled slightly and noticed the white steam rising. He raised his head and saw that there was unexpectedly heavy snow falling outside. There was also a strong wind blowing, and the sound of the whistling wind filled his ears.
It's just that Song Mutong's cultivation level is not afraid of the cold now. Only the puff of white steam he exhales makes him realize how cold it is outside.
The soldiers outside were changing guard at this moment. Song Mu lowered his eyes slightly, but a thought flashed through his mind.
That means why don’t you use these poems and songs to write about spring, summer, autumn and winter?
And these spring, summer, autumn and winter should correspond to a person's life, or the ups and downs of a person's life.
It grows wildly in spring, flourishes upward in summer, withers and fades in autumn, and is unbearable in the wind and snow in winter.
It's just that no matter how hard the winter is, the warm spring will come next.
Ups and downs are life.
If these poems with rich artistic conception reflect the life of a literati, it would be even more immersive for literati who are accustomed to using war poems.
As for its use on the battlefield, it should not be limited to literary power. Poetry that uses the power of mind to transform the realm is also not impossible.
When Song Mu thought of this, he felt a little uncontrollably excited. His thoughts were rising in his mind, and for a moment, his thoughts were extremely clear.
Song Mu immediately wrote down these ideas on the draft paper, then searched carefully, and finally smiled knowingly and finalized the first poem.
A different kind of spring poem.
Memories quickly emerged in Song Mu's mind, and soon a poem appeared on the paper.
"The chaotic strips have not yet turned yellow, and they will go crazy if they rely on the east wind."
"The flying flowers cover the sun and the moon, and I don't know that there is clear frost in the sky and the earth."
From Zeng Gong's "Ode to the Willow", it was written in a flash. This seven-character quatrain has a broad but profound meaning. The image of the willow tree comes to life on the page, and it even has some wild and ambitious expressions.
With a bit of deprecation and ridicule, when I read the poem, I naturally feel heroic and not afraid of the villain's words and deeds.
Poems like these can inspire you at first.
And this "I don't know the clear frost on the sky and the earth" has a vague meaning of something better. No matter how rampant it is, this spring still has the way of ruining the catkins. This sentence has the power to break the situation.
Even ordinary literati can touch the artistic conception. When the frost suddenly rises, and cooperate with literati soldiers, they can also have good attack effects.
Song Mu was so happy that he titled the poem "Ode to the Willows". Immediately there was a surge of literary energy on the answer sheet, causing the literary star on the altar to tremble.
With all his talents, this poem gave Song Mu a good start.
However, Song Mu did not stop writing. At that moment, he felt that his mind was racing with thoughts, and a poem immediately appeared on the paper.