"Brother Song, you live next door to me. Behind the house is a Qingshui River. Walk a few hundred meters south to get to Fuxue."
Song Mu did not refuse Kong Zong's invitation. Being able to have a quiet place to study and prepare for the upcoming academic examination was what Song Mu wanted.
Now that Kong Zong could provide this convenience, Song Mu was very grateful.
"That's great, Brother Kong. This time, it's me who appreciates you again."
Song Mu walked into this unique courtyard with his things and looked at the cleanly cleaned room. He was quite impressed at the moment.
Kong Zong waved his hands and smiled. Such things were insignificant compared to the great opportunity Song Mu gave him.
Moreover, after getting along with him these days, Song Mu's gentle and humble temperament can be said to be very suitable for Confucius. Confucius was very willing to make good friends with such a person and become close friends.
"Brother Song, let's put the things away and let's go have a meal together. It's in a restaurant next to us. The food we've eaten these days has been bland and tasteless. I guess Brother Song also feels like there's no taste in his mouth, right?"
"Okay, but this meal must be invited by me." Song Mu said with a smile.
Kong Zong laughed happily and nodded.
"No problem, I'm not polite to Brother Song anymore."
Regarding Kong Zong as a friend, Song Mu also sincerely felt that he could have a deep friendship. Kong Zong's kindness and respect were not superficial, but came from the heart.
He also felt very calm when getting along with him, and it felt like a friendship between gentlemen. Song Mu recognized Kong Zong as a friend from the bottom of his heart.
After simply packing their luggage, Song Mu and Kong Zong went out immediately, found a seat by the window on the second floor of a nearby restaurant, and sat down to order food.
Jizhou Mansion is built on the mountain, and the city is towering. It can also take in the distant river scenery. Song Mu also saw the Gan River winding outside the city at a glance.
As night falls, the last ray of light from the sky illuminates the river, like a long dragon crossing the earth.
"It's a beautiful scenery here." Song Mu immediately praised, and Kong Zong also looked out the window and nodded in agreement.
"If Brother Song is willing to come and live in this city in the future, it will definitely be great." Kong Zong said this, and Song Mu just smiled lightly.
The boy came to pour tea, but Kong Zong suddenly remembered something and took out a booklet from his robe.
"Brother Song, I almost forgot. My old man at home bought the latest "Tianwen Magazine" after queuing for a long time in the book store these past two days. Take a look."
Kong Zong handed the booklet to Song Mu. Song Mu was also surprised at the moment and took the "Tian Wen Jian" from the other party's hand with some curiosity.
When I opened it, I saw that it was the July issue of Tianwen Magazine.
Song Mu, who was holding the magazine, also pursed his lips unconsciously.
Today, I also learned from Fan Tixue that the latest "Tianwen Magazine" has been released, and my poems are on it.
Thinking of how the other party praised him at that time, Song Mu couldn't help but hold his breath at this moment, wanting to see what kind of comments his poems would have this time.
With a little anxiety, Song Mu slowly opened the "Tianwen Magazine" and went straight to the poem chapter. The first one that came to his eyes was Song Mu's "Shiyang City Luanye County Learns Nostalgia"
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This poem directly occupies one page of the chapter, and there is much more appreciation below the entire poem. Because the first half of the poem quotes many allusions, there are many annotations, and the explanations are extremely detailed.
After this annotation, there is an explanation of the background of Song Mu's writing of this poem. It once again clearly describes the scene of the demon turmoil in Shiyang County that day. These annotations are sufficient for this poem.
To set off.
And after this, there is a comment.
"Throughout the ages, a true man must have high ambitions and become famous. The rhyme of this poem is excellent, and the whole article is full of allusions. It uses the past to express the present, and uses poetry to describe oneself. Everywhere is heroic and full of ups and downs. The first article is full of unsatisfactory feelings.
But when I finally thought about it, I suddenly realized that this was the unyielding struggle of the literati.
I heard that the person who wrote this poem is also the author of the poem "The Talented Bad Fights". This poem is still heroic and perverse, killing demons with fists, and serving the country. I read it in the middle of the night, and I actually remembered the glorious years in the past, so I wrote it again in the middle of the night.
The sword, the blood surges in the chest, this poem is the best war poem!"
Song Mu read it gently, and at this moment, there was a picture in his mind. In a mansion in Chang'an, a very dignified old man lit up the lamp and read this poem. When he read the sentences, he felt so proud for a moment that he stood up.
He took off the sword from the wall behind him, took out the sword and wiped it gently.
Song Mu suddenly showed a faint smile. Such comments made Song Mu's heart surge.
And when he looked at the review signature, Song Mu suddenly opened his eyes.
The great scholar Feng Qi.
This time the comment was not written by the previous scholar Yan Fu, but by a great scholar.
Feng Qi, a man from the Kaiwen period of the Wen Dynasty, was a descendant of the Feng family. He was a Jinshi scholar at the age of thirty and won three yuan in a row. He was a model for literati in the world.
Later, when he was in the Hanlin realm, he defeated three monsters with one man without defeat, and became famous all over the world. After sixty years, he entered the realm of Confucianism.
Now he is already a veteran of the Wen Dynasty and a well-known figure in the Wen Dynasty, but he never expected that he would comment on Song Mu's poem.
Song Mu was extremely surprised when he saw this name. Kong Zong took the "Tian Wen Jian" and took a look at it, and his eyes almost popped out.
"It's actually the great scholar Feng Qi!"
"A scholar like this is actually commenting on you, Brother Song!"
Kong Zong exclaimed again and again, apparently even more surprised than Song Mu. Now that he read the comment carefully, his expression was even more excited.
"I didn't expect it. I didn't expect it. Brother Song, your poem is so famous all over the world. Even the great Confucians praised you!"
"What was the situation like when you were writing your poem that day? I really regret that I missed such a scene after drinking so many glasses of wine!"
Kong Zong looked regretful at this moment. He was drunk by everyone that day and slept drunkenly all night before he realized that such a big thing had happened in the city. At this moment, he could only slap his thigh and sigh.
Song Mu took a deep breath and finally got out of the shock he just felt.
The two chatted for a few words and felt relieved at the moment. Kong Zong congratulated Song Mu. This kind of demeanor is now enough to be recorded in the Shiyang County annals.
From ancient times to the present in Shiyang County, only the ancestors of the Song family have been able to appear in the "Tianwen Magazine" twice in a row.
Even so, no one can rank first among poems twice in a row.
Moreover, the two poems are extremely talented and can be said to be unparalleled in the world.
When talking about this, Kong Zong also turned his grief and anger into appetite. He bluntly said that before this college examination, he must ask Song Mu for advice on how to write poems and songs.
After eating, Song Mu and Kong Zong returned to the mansion. After all, they were busy traveling, so they went back to their rooms to rest.
Song Mu returned to the room and weighed the money bag in his hand. He spent more than one or two silver dollars on a meal, which was quite luxurious for him now.
However, Song Mu immediately picked up the "Tianwen Magazine" with a look of relief.
Turning the pages of the book, Song Mu was no longer immersed in his own poems, but began to read other contents in the magazine.
"The war in the northwest has been calmed down, and the demon clan has suffered heavy losses. It is said that a reward of 7,000 taels of gold will be offered to find Du Feiying's head, and he will be rewarded with a blood bath of the demon king. The rest of the world will take action after hearing this."
"The destruction of the Qingzhou cultural context in Zhongzhou has been eliminated. The Qingtian guards killed a demon sect leader in Jizhou Prefecture, Jiangnan West Road. We are currently investigating whether there are more clues."
"Academic examinations in various places are about to begin. It is rumored that the examination questions were written by Prince Shaofu. He was the academic administrator of Zhongzhou in the 20th year of Chongwen. He was very strict in marking papers and the most accurate in examinations. Therefore, the number of candidates in Zhongzhou that year was five
At least ten years, and now students from all over the country say that this year’s college examination will be the most difficult year.”
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Song Mu flipped through some current affairs and read a few Hanlin policy papers, and his mood was a little erratic at the moment.
It was January again, and the events of the world were unfolding before his eyes. Song Mu's eyes were filled with ecstasy, and it also made Song Mu more curious about the mysteries of this world.
The most important thing to me now is this college examination. Once I become a scholar, I will no longer feel sad when I look at the world.
After regaining his composure, Song Mu stood up, washed his face with water, spread out paper on the table, lit some oil lamps, and began to practice writing.
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