At the second young master's command, pens, ink, paper and inkstones were placed on the cases of the nine promoted persons.
The second young master ordered a maid to carry a small porcelain jar, and asked each of the nine people to take out a piece of paper. There was also a maid behind the nine people who came forward to serve them.
Xue Poye took out the piece of paper from the porcelain jar, opened it, and saw the character "eight", which was really an auspicious number. He immediately remembered it and handed the piece of paper to the maid behind him.
The official next to him realized that Xue Poye had also been promoted. He had not known Xue Poye's name before. When he saw him drawing lots, he was shocked. His expression slowly changed from surprise to envy, and from envy to admiration.
"You...this!" The official raised his thumb and praised, feeling extremely emotional. He didn't expect that he was lucky enough to sit next to a person who was promoted. He felt a little regretful in his heart. If I had known that this kid could advance, I should have watched it.
Take a quick look and copy the answer to the riddle.
But thinking about it is in vain. Even if I pass the riddle, I will never be able to compose a poem based on the bright moon and chrysanthemums.
The breeze blew, and Xue Poye's mind immediately became extremely clear. The words and sentences entered his mind like elves one after another. He immediately picked up a pen and turned each of the elves into characters and wrote them on the paper.
On the surface, these characters were combined together and finally became the two words in my mind.
Each of the nine people was thinking, some frowned and thought hard, some pondered to the moon, Liu Tuo also frowned, as if he was meditating, only Xue Poye finished the question, poured wine and drank it leisurely.
Han Mozhuang naturally knew that Xue Poye was also at the banquet, and was a little surprised. However, he was extremely well-educated. Although he was surprised in his heart, his face remained calm as usual. While the nine people were answering their questions, he squinted at Xue Poye.
Looking over at Ye, he saw him pouring wine and drinking by himself, leisurely and happily. He put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone aside, and said that Xue Poye didn't write at all. He sighed and shook his head, looking like a child who cannot be taught.
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Others seemed to be afraid of disturbing the thoughts of a few people, so they all lowered their heads and drank. Although there were many people in the venue, it was very quiet for a while.
The moonlight was bright and shining faintly on the earth. Various flowers and plants in Lu Mansion quietly exuded their own unique fragrance under the moonlight, which was carried by the breeze and filled the air.
Under the moonlight, among the fragrance of flowers, drink and have fun, and enjoy life.
"Time's up, collect the papers!" The second young master said loudly again.
Then two young men collected all the papers of the nine people and handed them to Han Mozhuang's case.
Time is tight, and the test is the most common but most difficult to write poems on the moon and chrysanthemums. It is really a test. This poem is about inspiration. In a hurry, it is quite difficult to write excellent works.
for difficulty.
The three masters each reviewed three papers, and then exchanged reviews to finally determine a winner.
Master Xun on the far left first read one paper, stroking his beard and shaking his head with a smile. Then he looked at the second paper, still sighing and shaking his head. When he picked up the third paper, he first shook his head and groaned, and his face gradually showed joy.
At the end, his face was full of shock and wonder.
Master Xun handed this paper to Han Mozhuang next to him. Han Mozhuang had already reviewed three papers, took out one of them, and put it in his left hand. It seemed that he was satisfied with this paper. He took the paper handed over by Master Xun in his right hand.
He looked at the paper nonchalantly at first. He only looked at it twice, then he immediately sat upright, put down the paper in his left hand, and grabbed the paper handed over by Master Xun with both hands. His body started to tremble.
Everyone saw this situation and was baffled. They didn't know why the two masters reacted like this.
These two are considered literary masters and have appreciated countless poems. Could it be that these two poems on a piece of paper made two well-informed old masters beam with joy?
Master Mo also saw such a reaction, and was a little surprised. He went over to take a look, clapped his hands violently, and shouted: "Okay, okay, okay!" He shouted "ok" three times in a row.
Several people who answered the papers were a little nervous. No one knew who the paper in Han Mozhuang's hand belonged to. Only Liu Tuo and Xue Poye seemed more relaxed, pouring wine and drinking by themselves.
The three masters discussed in low voices for a while, and Han Mozhuang finally stood up and said slowly: "I have seen it, I have seen it, but I don't know which talent has such a masterpiece?" He shook the paper in his hand and sighed: "
I admire the fact that such a masterpiece can be produced in such a short period of time!"
Someone immediately asked loudly during the dinner: "Master Han, what kind of poetry makes you praise it so much? Why don't you read it out and let everyone appreciate it."
Han Mozhuang nodded and said: "Everyone, please listen to this "Recalling Chrysanthemums"!" He leisurely chanted: "Looking at the west wind with melancholy thoughts, when the polygonum red reeds are white and the heart is broken. The empty fence and old garden have no traces of autumn, the cold moon is clear and frosty, and the dream has knowledge.
.Thinking of my heart and returning to the wild goose, I sit alone and listen to the evening anvil. Who pities me for being a thin yellow flower, and comforts me with words of hope that I will see you again during the Double Ninth Festival."
After reading the poem, Han Mozhuang still showed admiration on his face. During the banquet, those who knew a little about poetry also nodded their heads with admiration.
"Old Master, this poem doesn't mention a single chrysanthemum, how can it be a good poem?" a reluctant old man asked loudly, which immediately aroused a burst of ridicule.
To differentiate between superiors and inferiors, sometimes if you change just one word, a good work becomes a common sentence, and sometimes if a common sentence is slightly changed, it can become a good work. This "Recalling Chrysanthemum" has all the beauty of a good sentence, and it is truly a masterpiece!" Han Mozhuang
He praised: "Everyone, please listen to these two poems. There is a faint sound of incense leaking from the golden stove, and the breeze is chilling. The spring scenery makes me sleepless, and the moon moves the shadows of flowers on the railing. It's wonderful, it's really wonderful!"
While everyone was sighing, they could see that several of the respondents looked annoyed. Even Liu Tuo had a gloomy face. Judging from his expression, it seemed unexpected.
Obviously, what the Master read out was definitely not the poem they composed!
Xue Po was drinking leisurely at night, which was naturally expected. He took out "Recalling Chrysanthemums" by Xue Baochai, the "Mr. Hengwu" in "A Dream of Red Mansions", and the poems of Prime Minister Wang. If he couldn't win over the heroes, he would be damned.
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Thanks to Brother Cao and Brother Wang for their help, Xue Poye thought.
"I wonder which talented person created such a masterpiece?" Han Mozhuang said with a smile: "Eight, the signature is eight characters!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked around, wanting to know what the master who could impress several old masters looked like.
Liu Tuo and Tan Ziqing, who was sitting at the table, also looked around the table.
I saw the maid behind Xue Poye looked at the piece of paper in her hand, raised her hand, and said crisply: "Here, this is here!"
Everyone's eyes first focused on the maid. The maid was embarrassed for a moment and hurriedly held up the piece of paper with both hands and showed the character "eight" on it to everyone.
In just a short moment, everyone understood that this poem was naturally not written by the maid, but by the person in front of her. Everyone saw a rather handsome young man drinking from a cup, leisurely and indifferent, and very chic.
"It's...it's you!" Han Mozhuang said in shock, with an incredible expression on his old face.
He is not the only one who is incredible.
Liu Tuo was gloomy, Tan Ziqing was surprised, He Ruhui and the second young master were stunned, and even the official sitting next to him opened his eyes wide without blinking.
Xue Poye sighed, feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at by so many people. He stood up, bowed respectfully, and said loudly: "The student has met the master!"
Han Mozhuang looked at Xue Poye in disbelief for a long while, and then sighed: "I am blind, I am really blind, you have such a great talent, and I teach you the Four Books and the Five Classics every day, this... I am ashamed!
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Xue Poye saw that sweat was falling on his forehead. Without further delay, he quickly walked up to him, bent at ninety degrees, and said sincerely: "Master's kindness in teaching, students dare not forget. The student is walking in a wild way, and Master taught me
, is a book of gold and jade, students will have to concentrate on being taught in the future." This is an excellent opportunity to apologize, and Xue Poye will naturally not miss it. Bowing in front of so many people will not only not make people look down on him, but also
I will also have a good reputation for respecting teachers and respecting morality. This statement also makes it clear that I am a disciple of Han Mozhuang. You must know it.
Han Mozhuang retired from the Hanlin Academy and lived his old age in Hangzhou. His reputation was naturally very high. It was naturally an honor to be under his sect.
One layer up.
Xue Poye knows very well that fame is actually an extremely important thing. Thinking about future generations, fame will bring wealth, but in this era, with great fame, many things that were originally difficult will become easier. If you want to be in Hangzhou
This land is making a name for itself, and tonight is a perfect opportunity.
As smart as Xue Poye, it is naturally impossible to miss this opportunity.dd