In front of that dazzling golden light, everyone lost their color.
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At the same time, in the Xuanzheng Palace, all the civil and military officials were having a banquet. When the civil and Taoist scholars were received by the Queen Mother in Luyuan, these court officials were also received by the court.
All the civil and military ministers were among them, drinking and drinking among each other, and it was extremely lively.
"Brother Zongxi, I'm not telling you, your Ziju school is really on its last legs. You and I can be considered classmates. Not only did we enter school together for enlightenment, but we also entered the officialdom at the same time. But after twenty years, you are still the Minister of Household Affairs.
Without any progress, your Ziju school will still have a sparse population and a declining number of disciples."
At this time, a slightly harsh voice came from the banquet. The person who spoke was wearing a black gauze hat and a formal dress, with a jade belt around his waist. He looked very majestic. This was Xie Mingyuan, the Minister of Civil Affairs. He
His face was slightly tipsy and he looked like he was drunk but not drunk.
At the imperial banquet, it was extremely disappointing to say these words as the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel. However, all the civil servants on the left and right seemed not to have heard them. Even the Minister of the Ministry of Finance only frowned slightly, turned his head and continued.
Drinking your own wine.
"Brother Chen, don't mind. Master Xie is drunk and what he says is drunk. Don't take it to heart."
Next to him, the civil servant patted Chen Zongxi on the shoulder and explained for Xie Mingyuan.
Chen Zongxi sat motionless, with no trace of emotion on his face. This kind of banquet was like this every year, with all kinds of cynicism and rejection coming in endlessly. He was already used to it and remained indifferent.
"When my heart is at ease, I don't care about anything external. I won't care."
Chen Zongxi said calmly.
Not far away, Xie Mingyuan frowned when he heard these words, but soon returned to normal.
"Haha, Brother Zong Xi, let's not talk about anything else. The Queen Mother was having a banquet in the Luyuan northwest of the palace. She invited the most outstanding disciples in the world. Almost all disciples of the seven major sects of the literary and Taoist school were among them, but only one of them was missing.
You Ziju School!"
Under the influence of alcohol, Xie Mingyuan continued:
"Brother Zong Xi, I am not telling you that back then, you were once so talented that even we were envious of you. It's a pity that you are the father of a tiger and the son of a dog. How did your Ziju school fall to this point? If only
Because of your incompetent son, I'm afraid he will never be qualified to participate in the snow appreciation feast, and the Ziju school will also decline from now on. We met once, brother Zongxi, I am also worried about you!"
At the end, Xie Mingyuan shook his head and sighed.
"Yes, Brother Chen, this is really deplorable!"
Everyone around him also expressed regret, but there was no hint of regret in their voices.
Chen Zongxi finally frowned. Among the eight sects, the Ziju school was being squeezed out. Not only Chen Shaojun, but even he could not avoid it.
"Boom!"
Just when Chen Zongxi was about to speak, there was a sudden roar, and then a huge wave of literary energy spread. The wave was so big that it almost instantly attracted the attention of all the civil servants in the Xuanzheng Palace.
Almost at the same time, all the civil servants gathered their eyes and exerted their power of hope.
However, with just one glance, everyone's expressions changed.
"This is... Wen Zhuxiaohan, who made such a big fuss? Who wrote such a poem?"
"This style of writing is so pure, even among Wen Zhuxiaohan's poems, it is one of the best!"
"Wen Zhuxiaohan, this is the second level of Wenxiansheng. At least he has the realm of a master. However, this literary style is immature and unfamiliar. It is definitely not the work of a master from the capital. When did such a person appear in our literary world?"
"The literary spirit comes from the northwest of the palace. Isn't that the direction where the Queen Mother's Feast and the Deer Park are located? Could it be that someone among those students has created a world-shattering work?"
"This is definitely the sign of a master, and it is a top-grade sign. We must find out who has such a generous act. This is definitely a blessing for our literary circles!"
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All the great scholars and masters present opened their eyes wide and showed shocked expressions. The vast literary spirit completely attracted their attention.
"Someone is coming!"
At this moment, a majestic and mighty voice sounded in the main hall. Above the main hall, in the tall dragon chair, the Emperor Shang who was hosting the banquet finally spoke.
For a moment, everyone fell silent and bowed their heads in awe.
"Send a Jinwu Guard to Luyuan to see who wrote the poem, and then report back to me as soon as possible."
"yes!"
Outside the hall, a Jinwu guard flew away.
"Eh? What a strong floral fragrance."
"Look! It's the plum blossoms outside the palace. All the flowers are in bloom."
"No, look here, all the plum blossoms are in bloom."
Suddenly a low voice sounded.
This time, at the Xuanzheng Hall, there was a great civil and military banquet. To add to the fun, potted plants were placed next to each civil and military official during the banquet. However, precisely because they were potted plants, the flowers bloomed late. Most of them were flower bones and only bloomed.
A few small plum blossoms were scattered throughout the banquet. However, elegance is important in culture. Although the plum blossoms are small and there are only a few here and there, they still have a special interest.
However, at this moment, the mighty literary spirit surged through the Xuanzheng Hall like water waves. All the potted plum blossoms opened in an instant, and all the closed flower buds were in full bloom. For a while, the flowers were clustered together, reflecting each other, and a rich floral fragrance filled the hall.
Seeing this scene, the generals still didn't understand what was going on, but all the civil servants were stunned.
"This is a poem about things!"
"The article coincides with the principles of heaven and earth and echoes the laws of heaven and earth. Has the poem reached this point?"
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At this moment, in the deer park, with everyone watching, Chen Shaojun wrote the first line of the poem.
"The plum blossoms are three cents whiter than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms."
A few simple words penetrate the back of the paper, and all the words reflect the void, one by one like stars floating in the sky.
Everyone in Luyuan was stunned. Even the always arrogant Wang Xiaonian was speechless and speechless.
"Mei Xu is three points whiter than snow, but snow loses the fragrance of plum blossoms." Just these first two sentences, the artistic conception and pattern are beyond Wang Xiaonian's "Yong Mei". Chen Shaojun did not say which one is stronger, plum or snow, but expressed
Plum blossoms and snow each have their own merits.
"What a white character, what a fragrant character. These few words alone surpass everyone present. I'm afraid even Wang Xiaonian's "Yong Mei" can't compare."
Not far away, a scholar looked up into the void and muttered to himself.
These words immediately made Wang Xiaonian, who was under the plum blossom tree, look ugly.
"This bastard, why is he always overpowering me? Am I destined to be unable to surpass him in anything?"
Wang Xiaonian was so angry that his teeth itched, but no matter how reluctant he was, he had to admit that the quality of Chen Shaojun's poem was far superior to his.
There is no first place in literature and there is no second place in martial arts. That is just for ordinary literati, but in this world where everything is holy and articles are holy, it is easy to compare the writings. When the articles are holy and a vision bursts out,
It's just a matter of one point. This is something that no one can argue with.
"Wizard, wizard!"
At this moment, a sound came from the front. On the throne, the Empress Dowager Dashang pressed her hands on the armrests and stood up slowly. Her eyes were sharp and she looked in the direction of Chen Shaojun, completely attracted.
"This kid is so talented that he surpasses all other scholars in the past."
The Empress Dowager of Dashang was greatly amazed. The Snow Appreciation Conference has been held for so many times, and there have been many amazing and talented people who have written many amazing articles. However, she is unique in that she can be a scholar and a scholar at the age of fifteen or sixteen.
Chen Shaojun was the first.
"This child, the Ai family only knew that he had excellent medical skills and cured the child Yi'er, but they didn't know that he also had such attainments in literature. Chen Zongxi really taught a good son."
She was the one who invited Chen Shaojun here. Before that, she had read Chen Shaojun's files. The more this happened, the more surprised she was by Chen Shaojun. If Chen Shaojun was a worm before, then the current Chen Shaojun is talented and sharp. He is an infallible worm.
The dragon that is buckled, can there be such a big contrast between the front and the back of a person?
Is it true that the fish turned into a dragon and his mind became enlightened? Or is this his true face now?
"Brother Shaojun."
At this time, Wei Zhen on the side also opened her eyes wide, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief, and more importantly, excitement and surprise.
She was originally worried about Chen Shaojun, but she didn't expect that he had such a great talent. Her worries were completely unfounded.
"Look!"
Suddenly, someone shouted.
I saw that all the plum trees, branches, leaves, and flowers in the deer park were in full bloom, blooming more prosperously than before. Unknowingly, the faint floral fragrance in the air also became richer.
Not only that, I just heard the roar of deer. I don’t know when, one after another sika deer suddenly passed through the plum forest, and they rushed to Chen Shaojun’s side as if they were attracted by something. There was even a sika deer that squeezed into Chen Shaojun’s side.
He looked at the pen holder in his hand curiously.
This strange change confused all the scholars.
Not only that, after leaving the palace, looking at the capital, looking down from the endless sky, everywhere in the capital, in every street and alley, all the plum trees have bloomed into blooming plum blossoms, filling the entire capital, making the laughing children and
Everyone was stunned.
And in the southwest of the capital, a dilapidated temple stands. The temple is surrounded by plum blossoms. It is inconspicuous in the bustling capital. In the narrow temple, there is only a picture of a lady hanging on the opposite wall.
The drawing paper is yellowed and mottled, and it looks like it has been there for a long time.
This is a shrine dedicated to the goddess of plum blossoms.
All things have spirits. Some sacrifice to mountain gods and ghosts, and naturally there are also sacrifices to the Plum Blossom God. But other gods are different. The so-called Plum Blossom Goddess has never appeared as a saint, nor has she performed any miracles. At best, she is just the work of literati and poets after the endless plum blossoms in winter.
Just conjecture.
A hundred years have passed in a hurry, and almost no one remembers this dilapidated shrine. There is only one old village woman in her fifties with gray hair on her temples. And because she is old, she sometimes forgets to offer sacrifices.
The shrine also ceased to have incense.
However, at the moment when Chen Shaojun was writing the poem, an invisible force swept in from all directions and poured into this temple.
Countless plum blossom petals floated into this shrine as if being pulled by an invisible hand.
Buzz!
Without any warning, this dilapidated temple suddenly began to vibrate, especially the yellowed painting of a lady on the wall. Suddenly it seemed to have absorbed some kind of power, bursts of light bloomed, and the paper scrolled, faintly.
To fly into the air.
"This is... the goddess appears. The goddess appears!"
In the shrine, an old woman over fifty looked at the portrait and suddenly became extremely excited.