In the center of Xilin Lake, there is a small pavilion under a rock. The pavilion is not small, and it accommodates nearly ten old people. They are all elegantly dressed and have a fairy-like manner.
These ten people are the organizers of this spring gifted scholar meeting. The leader is white-haired and elegant. He is a bachelor of Wenyuan Pavilion named Wang Chongde.
The grand spring event where talented scholars go out to enjoy the lake and enjoy the scenery does not start until the afternoon, but at this time, there are as many poems submitted as stars in the sky.
The ten old people appreciated each one one by one, discussed verbally, and chose the best ones...
When he was free, Wang Chongde chuckled, and Lao Huai comforted him: "This year's Talent Association is full of talents, and it really lives up to Master Zhang's heavy burden."
The Master Zhang he spoke of was none other than Zhang Changling, but he was not among the ten elders. Instead, he was hiding somewhere in Xilin Lake and enjoying himself.
For this reason, the important task of reviewing poems fell on Wang Chongde and others. Originally this was a hard job, but a few old men took great pleasure in reviewing it. Every time a good sentence appeared, they would rigorously record it and record it in the record.
The person who composed the poem had a clear background so that it could be reported to the court for future talent selection.
One of the old men nodded and said: "Well, this Xi Ruiyun is very young and already has a great demeanor. His poems have profound artistic conception. He deserves to be the most talented man in the south of the world."
Another person said: "Xi Ruiyun is Xi Ruiyun. He was known as a child prodigy when he was young, but he failed to live up to Master Zhang's expectations. He has not been seen for several years, but he is still very talented."
"It seems that this year's No. 1 pick belongs to him."
"There are a few other people who are also good, such as Shang Gongjin from Dongzhou, Xu Zixiong from the Xu family, and Chen Hongjie from the Chen family. They are all extraordinary people."
"Miss Ruyu from the Sima family is not bad either. She is comparable to Xi Ruiyun."
"There are also several young brothels such as Xiyu, Yanxue and Yunmei. Although they are said to be born in brothels, they are talented in their hearts. They are really good."
"Why are you talking about brothel girls?" a certain old man asked displeasedly, obviously looking down on the people he mentioned.
The old man from before said: "What happened to the brothel girl? We want a bowl of water to be balanced. Today we will only talk about poetry, regardless of our background."
All the elders laughed and said one after another: "That makes sense."
Wang Chongde said: "Besides this, there is another Ma Yuanru. However, I heard that at Huxinting, the painting skills on which this man became famous were criticized as being useless and even more incomprehensible. It is an interesting thing.
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An old man said: "Master Wang is talking about the Shangguan family's son-in-law."
"Exactly this person." Wang Chongde said with a superior attitude: "I heard that this person is incompetent in literature and martial arts. I don't know how he could make Ma Yuanru speechless. It's a pity that I didn't see it with my own eyes."
The elders analyzed each other for a while, and one of them said: "I'm afraid the blind cat has encountered a dead mouse."
All the elders laughed...
Wang Chongde said: "No, I heard that this person was very sensible in his appraisal of paintings. Later, he used paintings to discuss national policies. He said a wonderful saying: "Be worried about the world's worries first, and be happy after the world's happiness." This made all the talented people in the audience moved.
,Everyone, those who can say this, I think they can’t be far behind, right?”
"Be worried about the world's worries first, and be happy after the world's happiness?" The elders took a deep breath.
This sentence is enough to illustrate that the person who wrote the sentence is dedicated to the country, which is thought-provoking...
"So, the son-in-law who went to the official residence was not recognized for his talent?" Several old men gathered together and were confused.
"I don't know, I don't know." Wang Chongde chuckled and shook his head, saying: "It is rumored that this person is one of the famous weak and incompetent people in the Tiannan Empire. If he hadn't deliberately concealed it, I'm afraid he had excerpted something from someone The good words and sentences from those who care about the country and the people are just to save face, what do you think?"
The elders nodded and immediately laughed: "Yes, that Feng Jueyu is an incompetent person. If these words come from his mouth, wouldn't everyone in Tiannan be a virtuous person?"
"Ha ha……"
Laughter started, but then fell quickly. The reason was not for other reasons, but because of the crisp sound of poetry reciting on the clear lake surface and reaching the small pavilion in the mountain.
"Ship 138, an unknown young man, wrote a poem called: In the spring, a talented man will meet in the south..."
After saying this, the elders listened carefully...
In March, the water of the lake is clear, and the spring birds in the cloud mountains are singing. The purple orchids reflect the Linxi, and the boat is passing through the Dongting.
Drinking companions come to meet each other and drink wine together. When the cup is in hand, the singing prostitutes must not stop talking.
"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful..." As the poem finished, the expressions of the elders in the pavilion suddenly changed. They stood up one after another, walked to the pavilion, and looked at the lake.
Wang Chongde was excited, comprehending the artistic conception of the poem, and praised it profusely: "Wonderful, this poem is about the joy of a talented man meeting in the south of the world in the spring. In just a few sentences, he expresses the beautiful scenery of Xilin, and is even more enamored of his friends, with a hint of heroism. , although the artistic conception is secluded, it does not lack the boldness and boldness, it is truly wonderful."
"Ship 138? Which family's young master has such a great talent?" All the elders looked at each other in amazement.
"Yes, this poem is by no means worse than Xi Ruiyun's Wing Chun tune. Although the artistic conception is almost the same, the hidden heroic feeling is clearly audible. I guess this person is having a drink with his friends, right?"
Zhu Lao is indeed worthy of being from Wenyuan Pavilion. He can hear the emotions in Feng Jueyu's poems just by listening to a few lines of poems.
In fact, this poem is a poem written by Meng Haoran about the joy of spring, but Feng Jueyu changed it a little, using the mood that Meng Haoran had when meeting friends at the Xilin Lake Talented Talents Meeting, and because of his acquaintance with Mu Qianjun. Drinking does not make you happy, so I got this wonderful sentence.
This poem has only been slightly changed, but the artistic conception is completely different, and people are full of praise for it.
On the vast Xilin Lake, there are beautiful lines from "Spring brings joy to the talented people meeting in the south" everywhere. The artistic conception of this poem alone immediately fell into the first class and became popular.
Wang Chongde turned around, and without waiting for the servants to present the good sentences, he picked up his pen and wrote a few big characters on the paper, handed it to the servants on the side and said: "Come here, send 138 ships 36 purple orchids as a token of encouragement."
"yes……"
The order was passed down, and after a long time, there were sounds of announcements on the lake: "The King of Wenyuan Pavilion presented 138 ships with 36 purple orchids as a token of encouragement..."
This sound spread three times, and all the tourists heard it...
It was as if a thunderbolt had been dropped on the lake, and the crowd was agitated. All the talented and beautiful people visiting the lake looked into the lake, trying to find the whereabouts of Boat 138. But they couldn't find it at all.
No one expected that Mr. Feng, the captain of the 138 ship, had already withdrawn the sailboat. The first purpose was not to let anyone know that he could compose poetry, and the other was not to want anyone to come and disturb him.
And this song "Spring brings joy to the talented people meeting in the south" became famous and made everyone on the 138 ship know about it.
138 On the boat, Xiaobi, Xiaolian, and Mu Qianjun were all happy.
The two little girls never expected that they would take on a big job today. There would be a talented man on the boat who could be compared with Xi Ruiyun, Ma Yuanru, Shang Gongjin and others. Their faces lit up now.
Xiaobi smiled from ear to ear and said, "Young Master Feng is both talented and virtuous, but I don't understand why you just used someone else's poetry collection to board a boat and cruise the lake?"
Mu Qianjun also remembered it, and laughed and said: "Yes, Brother Feng, you are dishonest. You are obviously very talented in poetry, but you don't show your talent. What is your purpose?"
Feng Jueyu was wronged. He said with a sad face: "I have a fart talent. I plagiarized this poem from someone else."
Mu Qianjun believed it: "Really? Hey, why didn't you tell me earlier? You made me happy in vain. I thought you were pretending to be noble."
Xiao Bi and Xiao Lian burst into laughter and said: "Master Feng, although my little servant has little knowledge, she often reads poetry collections from hundreds of schools of thought. How come she has never heard of this song "The Talented Man Meets in the South of the World"?"
Mu Qianjun glared and said suddenly: "Yes, your poem is a gift from the talented scholar Hui Tiannan. He clearly wrote it himself, so why do you say it's not the case?"
Feng Jueyu is absolutely defeated, how do you explain this? I plagiarized it, but you don’t believe me after I told you, and you still asked me to explain it.
He waved his hand: "Forget it if you don't believe me. Anyway, I have wine to drink. By the way, 36 purple orchids can be exchanged for three bottles of wine. Where can I get the wine?"
After calling the fork, Mu Qianjun heard that there was wine, and regardless of whether he made it up or copied it, he asked carelessly: "That's right, girl, get the wine quickly."
Xiao Bi glanced at Feng Jueyu thoughtfully, and then said: "Master, don't be anxious, wine is available everywhere, but three bottles of wine may not be enough for the two young masters."
Mu Qianjun was stunned: "Yes, yes, that's not enough. Brother Feng, can I please help you and make a few more songs?"
"My little maid, I can just collect 500 flowers and you can drink as much as you want. This will save you the trouble." Xiao Lian took the opportunity to make a joke, but she threw Feng Jueyu in. 500 flowers, you girl want to die from exhaustion.
me.
Mu Qianjun said: "Yes, just 500 flowers. You can happily drink it today. Write quickly, write quickly."
"I owe you all in my previous life." Feng Jueyu rolled his eyes, but he was also very happy in his heart, not because he was famous, but because these people were together, they were very happy and relaxed.
"Okay." Feng Jueyu picked up the pen and put down the ink. In a matter of minutes, he wrote down a Liangzhou poem accurately.
"Xiao Bi, read..."
Composing poems requires abundant inspiration. If Feng Jueyu just composed a poem "Joy in Spring", no matter how wonderful the artistic conception is, it would not be surprising, but to write two poems in such a short time is surprising.
Breathtaking.
After reading this Liangzhou poem, the first person to be overjoyed was not the two little girls, but Mu Qianjun.
If nothing else, it was this poem that made his blood boil, as if he had returned to the place where he grew up, fighting and fighting on the battlefield.
Grape wine luminous cup,
If you want to drink the pipa, urge me immediately.
Don’t laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield,
How many people have fought in ancient times?
Mu Qianjun burst into tears after reading a Liangzhou poem. He glanced at Feng Jueyu, as if he had found a lifelong friend.
"Let me read this poem..."
Mu Qianjun said with a serious face, stepped out, his steps were heavy for a few minutes, stood on the bow of the boat, and read loudly: Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink Pipa, hurry up. Jun Moxiao lying drunk on the battlefield, how many battles have been fought in ancient times?
People come back?
After finishing reading, Mu Qianjun roared boldly: "What a poem."
After saying that, he sat back down. At this time, Xiaolian had already taken out the wine from the cabin and filled it up for the two of them...
Mu Qianjun raised his wine glass, stared at Feng Jueyu and said: "Brother Feng, Mu is here today. It is Mu's honor to get to know you, my brother. What the hell..."
After drinking it in one gulp, it was extremely unsatisfying. Mu Qianjun said loudly: "Girl, change the bowl. Today I want to get drunk with Brother Feng..."