The first topic has been published, speaking of "Confucian scholars", each expressing his or her own opinion.
The question quickly spread to everyone present, but it was a bit surprising at first.
This is a poetry meeting, and the first topic is not a poem, but a policy discussion, which is really unexpected.
Doubts are doubts, but the question has been asked, so I can only answer it quickly.
Everyone had paper and pen in front of them, and there was no requirement for everyone to answer, but no one sat still.
Everyone present knows that today's opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and the people sitting in the pavilion above are all great people. If your discussion is appreciated by even one of them, it may make you rise to the top, and it can even be said that today's opportunity is comparable to the imperial examination.
Even if you can't become an official or a general, it's still an excellent opportunity to make yourself famous.
Although there are some eccentric scholars in the world who do not want to serve the court, prefer freedom, and do not want to take the imperial examination, there are no truly elegant scholars who are indifferent to fame and wealth. Especially among the young scholars today, everyone thinks that they are rich in learning, and who does not want to be sought after by others?
, being looked up to by others?
So, as soon as the question came out, there was a moment of silence in the room. Some people were scratching their heads and scratching their heads, or writing furiously. Everyone started answering seriously. Their seriousness was probably a bit more serious than taking the imperial examination.
The gentlemen are busy writing and the ladies are not idle either. This is also a rare time for them to show themselves.
Everyone was thinking, but Xia Shang was doing nothing, yawning, not writing, not making a sound, just watching a few dragonflies tangled on the white lotus blooming in the lake.
"Sir, why don't you start writing?" Jiang Nan looked anxiously on the side and asked repeatedly.
Xia Shang turned back and said with a smile: "Jiangnan, if this question is given to you, what would you say?"
Jiang Nan was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Isn't this simple? What is a Confucian scholar? My husband is the best Confucian scholar in the world."
When Xia Shang heard this, even though his skin was thicker than the city wall, he couldn't help but blush.
That's not what Jiang Nan cares about. Since the purpose of letting Mr. Sir come is to make him famous all over the world, how can such inaction be caused?
"Sir, please think about it quickly! Others will present long speeches later, but you, sir, have nothing. This..."
"Okay! Why are you so anxious? Look at what your husband is wearing today. Does it look like he is preparing to remain unknown? This fan alone is a tool that I haven't used for years. You just need to settle down and watch your husband pretend.
Use all the coolness in this place."
What the hell...
It sounds awful!
Jiang Nan blushed for a while and quickly stopped talking.
Time passed little by little, and the sun above our heads was getting bigger and bigger, and sweat was dripping on the foreheads of everyone present. Fortunately, the beautiful mountains and clear waters, and the vast sky and sky gave the restless heart a different kind of feeling, but it was not like that.
The heat is unbearable. Look at the weeping willows like curtains, the lake like a mirror, the lotus flowers like the sea, and the pink and white with verdant green, blending into the sky and the earth. It is really beautiful.
It's a pity that the beautiful scenery all around has few people to appreciate it, leaving it lonely and lacking resonance.
Everyone is writing. Some people have gathered the essence and only have a few strokes. Some people talk about their thoughts and write long articles.
The word "Confucianism" has existed since ancient times. Countless sages and great masters have talked about it endlessly, but there is no final conclusion yet. Therefore, today's discussion will definitely be like a hundred flowers blooming, each with its own merits, and the adults in the mountainside pavilion are also looking forward to it.
After drinking tea, someone handed over a scroll by the lake at the foot of the mountain, and many people came one after another and stopped writing happily.
More and more people stopped talking, and the tea-picking girls everywhere were very busy.
Up to now, Xia Shang has not yet started writing, and Jiang Nan is so anxious that he can't sit still. A woman who had a pleasant chat with Xia Shang came over to ask, wanting to know what Xia Shang had written, but when she saw that the paper in front of Xia Shang was empty, she couldn't help but
strangeness.
"Mr. Xia? Why don't you answer?"
"Haha! I'm afraid I can't answer it!" A man outside sneered through a layer of wicker.
Even though there is a layer of barrier, it is possible to see what is going on inside from the outside.
The young men outside have long been disgusted with this man who is surrounded by women. How can he let go of the opportunity to laugh at him?
For a moment, the men outside started to cheer.
There were too many people talking and the voices were too mixed, so I don’t know what was said.
Xia Shang yawned again, looked around, and felt that it was almost time, so he picked up his pen.
Finally picked up the pen!
Everyone looked at Xia Shang expectantly, thinking that it had taken him such a long time to come up with it, so it must be a magnificent work, at least three to five thousand words long.
Unexpectedly, before everyone's eyes fell on Xia Shang's paper, Xia Shang had already dropped his pen, folded the paper, and shouted to the tea girl not far away: "Girl, here is my discussion."
Everyone was stunned and confused.
Is this done?
Are you kidding me?
It takes more than ten seconds at most from picking up the pen to putting it down, and I can't even finish a longer sentence!
Is it just a few words?
"Hahaha... Girls, I think you met a sensationalist, right?"
"It's a rare gathering of literati, where everyone tries their best to express their feelings. But this person is so perfunctory, what can he do?"
"People like him are either unintelligent or just pretending to be fake. They only have a good skin to deceive girls. Sisters, please be careful."
The young men from various families saw Xia Shang's actions through the gaps in the weeping willows, and they laughed even more, which temporarily made the girls around them suspicious.
Is this Mr. Xia really connected with Mr. Cao, the author of "Dream of Red Mansions"?
Jiang Nan didn't understand either and couldn't help but ask: "Sir, have you finished answering?"
Xia Shang replied with a matter-of-fact expression: "Yes!"
"But...isn't that too hasty, sir?"
"What does it mean to be hasty? Does it have to be a thousand words to be considered serious? A learned person, even if you ask a thousand questions, I will only answer with one word. An unlearned person, even if you have thousands of words, will answer the wrong question. Those
People who don’t know the reason, don’t know the depth, and don’t understand questions and answers will want to empty out what they have learned, and want to write ten thousand words to write a book. But as a man who is so savvy and knowledgeable, he only needs a few words to benefit everyone present.
It’s very useful and will be useful for a lifetime.”
Xia Shang's silent reply was said to be for Jiangnan, but in fact it was clearly heard by a few people peeking through the weeping willows.
As soon as he finished speaking, all the young masters were blushing and beating their chests and feet in anger.
I have seen arrogant people, but never such arrogant people!
"You crazy guy, you don't have the slightest bit of Confucianism! Asking you to comment on Confucian scholars is the biggest insult to this topic!"
"This guy is so arrogant. He is just talking more. Let's see what the result is! It's not too late to laugh at him then. Let's go!"
"Walk!"
Several young men shook their sleeves and walked away angrily.
Looking back at the women surrounding Xia Shang, there is no doubt at all at this moment. Their faces are like peach blossoms, their eyes are stained with spring water, and their admiration is beyond words. The previous words are really refreshing, and they can have such insight.
People are not just words.
"Mr. Xia, are you... are you getting married?"
“Mr.
"Hey, hey...what are you doing? My husband has a family!" (To be continued)