As soon as he answered and drank, Wang Xu started writing.
The people present are all heirs of aristocratic families from the south of the Yangtze River. When copying poems, you have to copy something that can calm the situation, otherwise you won't be able to scare people.
In addition, I came here to create a sign for the painting boat, and to play with these dandy boys, I also wanted them to support the embroiderer's painting boat.
This poem is not only about expressing one's talent, but also paving the way for future invitations.
After thinking for a moment, Wang Xu came up with an idea and wrote: "When I recall Jiangnan, I remember Yangzhou the most!"
"When writing landscape poems, I write about Yangzhou, which is quite interesting!"
"When I recall the south of the Yangtze River, I recall Yangzhou the most. The title alone is so fascinating that people can't help but be drawn into the beautiful scenery of Yangzhou. This poem is not simple."
Seeing Wang Xu's title, the surrounding princelings all looked at each other.
An expert will know if there is one as soon as he takes action.
Everyone present was not a literate person. Before Wang Xu's poem could be written, just by writing a title, everyone had a vague intuition that they might lose this competition.
"Jiangnan is wonderful, the scenery is familiar to me in the past. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as the fire. When spring comes, the river is as green as blue. How can we not remember Jiangnan?"
When I recall the south of the Yangtze River, I remember Yangzhou the most, looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temples, watching the tide on my pillow in the county pavilion. When will I come back again?
When I recall Yangzhou, I most recall the painting of the boathouse. The embroiderer’s face was so thin that it was difficult to shed tears, and the peach-leaf brows were prone to sadness. The world was divided into three parts on a bright moonlit night, and two parts were scoundrels in Yangzhou.”
This poem written by Wang Xu is a combined poem. It seems to be one poem, but it is actually two poems put together.
The first two sentences are Bai Juyi's memories of Jiangnan, and the latter sentence are Xu Ning's memories of Yangzhou.
In Recalling Yangzhou, he replaced Xiao Niang with Xiu Niang. Although he was not a poet of the Tang and Song Dynasties and wrote an admiration poem directly to the famous prostitute, the name Xiu Niang also showed off in the poem.
boom!!
As the last stroke fell, golden light shot up from the poem.
In an instant, it seemed as if the entire Yangzhou was responding, dyeing the sky dark red, and a line of golden poetry appeared on the blue sky.
Throughout Yangzhou Mansion, all the scholars felt something in their hearts. No matter what they were doing at the moment, they put down what they were doing at the same time and looked up at the sky.
As soon as you catch your eyes, golden poems appear in the sky, shining with golden light, just like the flash announcement when a high-level VIP account is launched in an online game.
"Poetry to subjugate the country!"
The literary spirit is nine feet high, the hurdles exceed the nine feet standard, and the poem becomes a country.
Everyone who saw this scene had disbelief in their eyes. It had been hundreds of years since the Wu Dynasty, and no one had written a poem to rule the country.
"Poetry to subdue the country, how is it possible?"
Like everyone else's shock, Wang Xu also had a surprised look on his face. In his estimation, "Recalling Jiangnan" could only be regarded as a famous poem among Zhenzhou poems. Unexpectedly, it received a response from Yangzhou Wenqi, and it suddenly collapsed by one level and was beaten.
He was caught off guard.
You must know that poems that support the country can suppress the national destiny. When the national destiny is strong, natural disasters will be reduced and the people will have a good harvest.
Even with the support of famous writers from the Five Dynasties, in terms of poetry alone, few of them can meet the standards of country-preserving poetry.
He was confident that if he copied it, he would be able to write poems that would help the country, such as Drinking in the Wine, Water Melting Song, Song of Everlasting Sorrow, and Linjiang Immortal.
After all, for poetry to be the standard for ruling the country, not only must the poetry be well written, but it must also have a profound intention and a large pattern.
Recalling Jiangnan·Yangzhou is most remembered. This poem can be regarded as a masterpiece among famous poems, but it is still a little short of the best poem ever.
Wang Xu never thought that when he wrote this poem, he would be blessed by the literary spirit of Jiangnan and Yangzhou, so that the literary spirit of the poem would reach nine feet in one fell swoop and become a national poem.
"Poems can rule the country!"
Looking at the strange scene outside, everyone present took a deep breath.
They knew that Wang Xu was an expert in both poetry and writing, but it would be crazy to think that he would be so ruthless and write a national poem just because he disagreed with him.
Poetry that subdues the country has not appeared for hundreds of years at least. In all dynasties, those who can write poems that can subjugate the country are at worst literary giants. Great Confucians are all inferior, and only wise men are worthy of subjugating the country.
How old is Wang Xucai? He was probably less than twenty years old, and he had already established his poems to conquer the country.
If we let him continue to develop, thirty or fifty years later, the sage dare not say, the great Confucian should be sure of success.
Thinking that the person standing in front of everyone was a future great scholar, even given the temperament of these people, they couldn't help but restrain themselves a little.
It is true that among the top families in the south of the Yangtze River, great Confucian scholars have emerged in every dynasty, but this does not mean that great Confucian scholars are not valuable.
There are only a few hundred great Confucian scholars in the entire world, and they are so scattered that not even one of them can be found in a single country.
At least two-thirds of these people are stationed at Liangjie Mountain and Mankou Pass to resist the Dinghai Shenzhen that foreigners cannot move lightly.
As soon as this poem to subjugate the country came out, no one dared to read Wang Xu as a young scholar.
It's hard to say, even if you go to visit a wealthy family, you can still go in through the front door as soon as you send a greeting card.
Everyone present asked themselves, whether they would be sure of becoming a Jinshi in the future and becoming a great Confucian scholar. With their knowledge, they might not be able to rank among their own families.
In an instant, Wang Xu went from a country bumpkin who was looked down upon by others to a future literary giant that they all wanted to aspire to. The change in status was simply dramatic.
"When the sun rises, the flowers are as red as the fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. Good poem, good poem. Mr. Wang deserves to be one of the four great talents in the south of the Yangtze River. He really has real talent and learning!"
"Brother Zhang is right. Today there is such a poem to accompany the wine. It should come to light."
"The world is divided into three parts on a bright moonlit night, two parts are scoundrels in Yangzhou, three parts are beautiful in the world, and two parts are in Yangzhou. It really touches our hearts. It is well written, wonderfully written, and so awesome!"
The poor live in the busy city and no one cares about them, the rich live in the mountains and have distant relatives. If you don’t believe it, just watch the wine at the banquet and serve the rich first.
Wang Xu and the Wang family are just a small, inconspicuous family in Jinshan Mansion, and it doesn't matter what they say.
Even if he wrote a few poems about Zhenzhou and received a few compliments from the great Confucian scholars, it would be nothing to everyone.
They were direct descendants of a large family, and none of them had ever been praised by a great scholar. What's more, the first article in the scientific examination, many poets who wrote Zhenzhou poems, were not even Jinshi in the end.
Not to mention not becoming a Jinshi, even if they become a Jinshi, a Jinshi who becomes an official in the same dynasty and comes from a wealthy family will be one level higher than a Jinshi from a small family.
It's different when there are poems about subjugating the country. It has been hundreds of years since the Wu Dynasty and there has been no poem about subjugating the country.
The last time the person who wrote a poem to subjugate the country was a literary giant from the Central Plains hundreds of years ago, a scholar leader who was comparable to the sages and visited the demon clan.
After hundreds of years, the poems of subjugating the country have reappeared. Who can say that Wang Xu, who wrote the poems of subjugating the country, will not become a great Confucian in the future, and others can slap him in the face.
If your status is different, your treatment will naturally be different.
Seeing the people around him turn from contempt to attention, with flattery and flattery in their words, Wang Xu was not too happy.
"If anything, I'm a scholar. According to my plan, I won't be able to write poems that support the country before I become a Jinshi. Otherwise, it will be a disaster rather than a blessing!"
Wang Xu didn't feel any excitement in his heart. Instead, he felt a little thumping. This was not because he was being good because he got an advantage, but because his current fame was simply not worthy of his own fame.
The struggle between the human race and the demon race is no joke.
A young scholar who wrote poems to subjugate the country may at worst become a great Confucian in the future, and may even become a sage. What do you think the demon tribe will do?
Historically, there has been talk of the Four Great Talents in Jiangnan. While everyone is envious and jealous, who knows how many of the so-called Four Great Talents in Jiangnan in the past have died under the assassination of demon spies.
Just thinking about it made Wang Xu feel chills on his back. I am afraid that with the methods of the demon clan, at this moment, he already knew that someone in Yangzhou had written a poem to subjugate the country.
I learned that the Zhengguo poem was written by a young scholar. The young scholar was only seventeen years old. Will the demon king and demon god in the far north allow him to grow up safely?
"Master Wang, where is this painting house? Who is the embroiderer? How come she can appear in such a poem? How come I haven't heard of her?"
Everyone didn't notice Wang Xu's expression and were still discussing poetry.
As soon as these words came out, everyone present woke up and whispered among themselves. No one knew who the embroiderer in the painting house was.
They are the top stubborn masters in Yangzhou. Which famous prostitute has not seen it? Is this embroiderer a newly debuted famous prostitute?
If it had been before he wrote the Zhenguo poem, or if he had only written the Zhenzhou poem, Wang Xu would have happily answered the question, and would have had to brag about it for the embroiderer.
But now, he just feels very regretful. It doesn't matter if he pretends to be cool. Men have to pretend, but why did he go too far?