Chapter 180: Catch the duck and put it on the shelves
In fact, without looking at the eyes of the people around him, Li Zuochang already noticed something was wrong as soon as he said the words.
But he had to do this.
Hanlin is divided into three levels: bachelors, lecturers (attendants to read, serve as lecturers), and historians (compilers, editors, reviewers). There are clear distinctions between the upper and lower levels.
Li Zuochang was in his late years, with a slight frost on his temples. He was about the same age as most lecturers, but he was still only a seventh-grade editor, ranking at the bottom of the Imperial Academy. He could only compile books and history.
I can’t even see the emperor’s face.
If you are promoted step by step, you may not be able to reach the bachelor level by the time your hair turns gray. What ideals and ambitions are there?
Now that he finally had an opportunity to win the emperor's attention, Li Zuochang no longer cared about being reckless or not, so he could only bite the bullet and speak first.
The chamberlain who came to convey the order was feeling sore in his hands while holding the scroll. When he heard Li Zuochang's words, "I'm here to show off my ugliness first," I couldn't help but feel refreshed.
"It's not too ugly to show off your ugliness. This lord is too self-effacing. It's really rare that he can be confident in a moment. It shows that your lord is talented. Please recite your masterpiece quickly and your servants will listen attentively."
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Li Zuochang couldn't wait for a long time. When he heard what the eunuch said, he coughed slightly and opened his mouth and chanted: "The fragrance of cattails warms the orchids, and the imperial garden sighs and worships the purple stars. The scenery of Jiuchun is a golden pool, and it is also because of the night."
The rain has purified the fragrant dust. The green trees in the secluded pool welcome the immortals, and the painted rows and red railings line up the ministers. I want to know that the king is happy, and the whole world is now peaceful."
"Okay!"
Before Li Zuochang finished speaking, someone clapped and cheered: "Painting the scenery of the palace and garden, singing about the virtues of the monarch, the atmosphere is luxurious, and the meaning is elegant. It is truly the best in poetry."
Those who can enter the Hanlin Academy are all talented people, and they can naturally judge the quality of Li Zuochang's poem.
Even several old Hanlin officials who had been slightly disdainful of Li Zuochang could not help but look at Li Zuochang with admiration at this time.
Just by relying on his skill in handwriting and composing poems, this boy is enough to gain a foothold in the Hanlin Academy.
You know, there are many restrictions when writing Yingzhi poems, just like dancing with shackles, but if you can still dance well while wearing shackles, then you are truly skilled.
In the same way, if you can write all the specially designed poems brilliantly, you will naturally be able to write other poems at your fingertips.
In Li Zuochang's poem, the images of "cattails", "purple stars", "golden ponds", "painted boats", etc. are all very beautiful. They not only describe the diverse and beautiful scenery of the royal palaces, but also appropriately express the praise of the sage.
And the joy of living in a peaceful and prosperous age.
It would be difficult for even the scholars present to surpass Li Zuochang's level of poetry writing.
It is indeed a new beauty!
After a period of admiration, sighs of regret suddenly sounded in the review hall. Everyone lost interest in writing poems and put away their thoughts.
Since Li Zuochang is ahead, there is no need for them to waste their efforts and humiliate themselves.
However, the chamberlain who delivered the order was a little dissatisfied when he saw the waning mood of the officials.
Although he comes from a humble background and has no knowledge of poetry, he understands the principle of shopping around. At present, he only has one like Li Zuochang. How can he tell whether it is good or bad? How should he explain to the officials after he returns to the palace?
The edict-delivery chamberlain looked at all the Hanlin officials and asked in a deep voice: "What about the rest of you? You are all talented and knowledgeable people of the highest caliber in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Are you going to let Editor Li be the only one who excels in beauty?"
Everyone shook their heads and said: "This one is enough, any more is a waste. My father-in-law can just use this to return to the palace to answer the decree."
"That's nice to say! If I don't go with what the officials want and I blame them, it will all be my fault as an errand boy. When the time comes, who of you will take the blame for me?"
The chamberlain curled his lips and cursed secretly. He didn't expect that these Hanlin officials were so lazy and gave up so easily. It seemed that he was the only one who could compose poems by force.
Just when he was thinking about who to call out, the waiter suddenly caught a glimpse of a slightly immature face in the crowd and was overjoyed: "So Wei Liushou is here too! Wei Liushou? Wei Liushou?"
At this time, Wei Chen was holding an ancient book that he had brought out from the library, and was looking at it in a corner. When he heard someone calling his name, he was slightly startled for a moment, then he put the book away helplessly and walked forward. The chamberlain was quite attentive and said: "My slave Gao Huai, do you still remember Wei Liushou? It was the path I led for you during the palace examination in the past."
Wei Chen hadn't paid attention before, but after being reminded by Gao Huai, he carefully identified his face, and then he remembered that after the palace examination was over, it was already evening and the sky was dark, and it was this little eunuch who held the lamp to light the way for him.
Take yourself out of the palace gate.
Wei Chen cupped his hands and said, "It turns out to be Eunuch Gao. We said goodbye at the palace gate, and it's been months since I realized it."
Now that he had met an acquaintance, Gao Huai stopped being polite and said to Wei Chen: "I have long heard that Wei Liu's poems and articles are all excellent. Every time a good work comes out, scholars all over the world rush to copy it. Wei Liu's poems are both
With such a great talent, why should I write a poem to please His Majesty?"
"This..."
Wei Chen glanced at Li Zuochang without any trace, and saw that he looked over nervously, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
It's just a poem that should be composed. It's a piece of cake for Wei Chen. But Wei Chen is such a careful person. Naturally, he has noticed Li Zuochang's enthusiasm for this matter a long time ago. After just a brief thought, he understood what he was doing.
thoughts.
After all, we are all in the same age, and Wei Chen also wanted to help Li Zuochang this time, so he just followed the crowd and stayed behind to enjoy his leisure time.
However, it is a bit difficult for Gao Huai to ask Wei Chen to write poems by name. After all, he is here to convey the decree on behalf of the emperor, and Wei Chen cannot just prevaricate him.
Seeing that Wei Chen was hesitant, Gao Huai urged him again and again. Wei Chen had no choice but to say reluctantly: "In that case, I will recite a song and play with the axe, everyone will enjoy it."
Gao Huai smiled brightly and said: "Whether it is good or not is up to you to judge. Why should Wei Liushou be too modest? But in my humble opinion, the number one scholar appointed by your majesty should always be better than the number two, not to mention that it is unprecedented in ancient and modern times."
Where’s six yuan?”
Wei Chen's expression changed slightly when he heard this. As soon as Gao Huai said this, he couldn't just deal with a mediocre song casually, otherwise he would not only slap Wei Chen in the face, but also Zhao Zhen, who had appointed him as Liu Yuan.
Wei Chen cannot bear this crime.
At this point, Wei Chen can only silently say sorry to Li Zuochang in his heart.
It's not that I don't give you a chance, it's just that the little eunuch Gao Huai is too much of a thief and puts me on a high pedestal. I just don't want to be in the limelight.
Wei Chen sighed softly, and then slowly chanted: "The rainbow pole is a hundred feet tall and leans on the cross current, and the immortal tree alone is in danger of bullfighting."
"Okay!"
As soon as Wei Chen recited the first sentence of the opening line, there was a burst of applause, and the anxious people quickly urged him to continue. Li Zuochang on the side also leaned forward unconsciously, with a nervous look on his face.
Without any distractions, Wei Chen continued to recite the whole poem: "The rainbow pole is a hundred feet tall leaning against the stream, and the immortal tree is alone against the bullfight. The light arches the stars as jade bait, and the crescent moon is like a silver hook. Put aside the smoke and water three thousand feet away, and sit in the old world.
Billions of Autumn. If you have any questions when meeting the Jade Emperor, silk fiber will be harvested during the Great Zhou Dynasty."
After a moment of silence, an old Hanlin broke the silence: "Using the rainbow as a pole to fish across the sea, how majestic and majestic it is, this is the royal atmosphere!"
"It's more than just a royal atmosphere, this is simply an immortal atmosphere!"
"Wonderful, wonderful beyond words!"
The Hanlin officials spoke highly of Wei Chen's poem, but as for the poem written by Li Zuochang just now, it pales in comparison and no one mentioned it anymore.
Looking at Wei Chen, who was surrounded by his colleagues like stars over the moon, Li Zuochang couldn't help but shook his head secretly, feeling secretly bitter in his heart: He was really unlucky, how could he be admitted to the same department as such an unworldly evildoer?