The Qionglin Banquet in the Song Dynasty was a banquet held in the royal garden of Qionglin Garden to celebrate new scholars, and was of the same nature as the Qujiang Banquet in the Tang Dynasty.
This banquet was given by the emperor himself, and the new scholars were the guests. Accompanying the banquet were a group of senior scholars headed by Hanlin bachelors and Longtuge bachelors.
You can imagine how glorious it is.
Being able to participate in the Qionglin Banquet is the motivation for millions of scholars around the world to study hard.
What's more, before going to the banquet, the Jinshi had to wear the golden flowers given by the emperor, ride their horses all the way out of the city, and swagger past.
Along the way, bathe in the eyes of millions of residents in the city, and arrive at the place of glory.
Just thinking about it makes me laugh out loud!
This is not an exaggeration. When the four hundred Jinshi gathered in the imperial city, Huang Shang could not suppress the smile on everyone's face.
You Shixiong, who used to be a strict self-discipline in the past, smiled like a chrysanthemum. Han Zhongyan, who had been depressed recently and had a minor illness, also grinned and raised his hands to his familiar classmates.
It would be better if everyone didn't all wear green robes.
These green robes were given by the emperor. Together with the official boots and the hu board, it is the long and narrow board held by the ministers during the court meeting in the TV series, which represents the official status.
From then on, he can be called an official.
Don't underestimate the green robe. The grade of official uniforms in the Song Dynasty was judged by color.
The ninth rank and above are green robes, the seventh rank and above are green robes, the fourth and fifth ranks are vermilion, and the third rank and above are purple.
As for Xinke Jinshi, the official title is basically from the ninth rank, but they can receive special gifts from the emperor and wear official uniforms of the seventh rank.
It is difficult to rise in rank in the Song Dynasty. The prime minister is only the third rank. This seventh rank is far from being comparable to the seventh-rank officials of the Ming and Qing Dynasties in later generations. Many civil servants have been ups and downs throughout their lives, and many generals have fought on the battlefield and shed no matter how much blood and tears they have, but they cannot reach the seventh rank.
Taste.
Ordinary scholars only need three exams to wear the official uniform of the seventh rank. The dignity of the Jinshi is evident.
In addition to clothing, there are also golden flowers.
The golden flowers are made by famous palace craftsmen. This batch has been polished since the beginning of last year. The workmanship is extremely exquisite. The stamens wrapped with gold wire are clearly visible. When worn on the head, they will tremble gently in the wind, which makes them even more noble.
Soon, another group of grooms came to the square with their fine horses.
These horses for Jinshi to ride were all specially selected and had a docile character. In addition, there were grooms in front of them, so even scholars who had never ridden a horse did not have to worry about making a fool of themselves during the parade.
With all the appearance and appearance in order, everything was ready, drums and music were playing over there, and four hundred Jinshi were mounted on their horses.
The palace door opened, and the most dazzling Song Dynasty group in Jinke appeared.
At this moment, outside the imperial city, there was already a sea of people.
The idiom "empty streets" is most suitable here. Thousands of people flock to a place, making the streets empty and desolate.
No matter men, women, old or young, they crowded on both sides of the street, all to see the new scholars and get a taste of Wenhan's spirit.
However, it was not the Jinshi who led the way, but the Forbidden Army, a group of honor guards and a group of advocates.
After the honor guard, there are all the Jinshi, headed by the No. 1 Scholar and the No. 2 Scholar.
There is no doubt that Huang Shang, who is riding a tall horse, walking first, and being the youngest, is the object of everyone's attention.
As soon as he left the palace, he felt a wave of heat hitting his face.
It's mid-March, and the winter chill has not completely dissipated, but now it's all driven away by the popularity.
When he was on Earth, he used to envy those celebrities who had fan groups, and he also hoped that one day the fans in the audience would be like a cloud, and the stars would tower over the moon.
Now it's realized.
And it’s a hundred times, a thousand times.
When the densely packed crowd of people looking at him looked at him, Huang Shang was infected by this emotion and subconsciously raised his hand and waved in both directions.
With a bang, the atmosphere instantly erupted, and the people on both sides were extremely excited.
Countless people waved their hands, and wherever he looked, there were loud shouts.
The team moved forward. Among the crowd, Huang Shang saw Liu Yi and nodded towards him.
I still remember that when he was down and out, he, Liu Yi, and Chen Sheng were eating at a food stall and talking about female sumo wrestlers.
But now, Chen Sheng was instigated by Cai Jing and died young and mysteriously. Liu Yi failed to pass the exam and is preparing to take the exam again next year. Huang Shangze is already at the top of the list of Jinshi.
At this time, Liu was ecstatic and shouted to both sides: "See, Sanyuan is my friend! Sanyuan is my friend!"
After walking for a while, Huang Shang saw the little nun selling nuns in Daxiangguo Temple again among the crowd, and smiled slightly at her.
The little nun selling paintings was the turning point for him to get to know reincarnators. From then on, his life took another fast track.
The little nun was waving her hands and screaming like she was the most ardent fan, almost fainting with excitement.
In addition to acquaintances, Huang Shang also discovered an old Taoist priest who was incompatible with his surroundings.
Everyone else's eyes were focused on Jinshi. Only this old Taoist priest's eyes were blank and unfocused, showing some faint symptoms of Alzheimer's disease.
But Huang Shang's eyebrows moved faintly, and he had an indescribable feeling, remembering this old Taoist priest in his heart.
In this way, the team slowly moved forward.
In order to allow the new scholars to enjoy, the queue of thousands of people walked extremely slowly, and every few dozen meters forward, loud cheers could be heard.
"Wenquxing! Wenquxing!"
In the middle, I don’t know who shouted out. It was chaotic at first, and then gradually unified, and the sound was extremely loud.
No matter how slow the spread was in ancient times, another three wins in a row within half a year was enough for Huang Shangwen's reputation to spread from Yongzhou to Guangdong and Guangxi, and then all the way to the capital.
The battle in front of Yongzhou Gongyuan was even more exaggerated.
At this moment, the unity of all people finally broke out.
Even Huang Shang didn't expect that he had such a great reputation among the people.
"good chance!"
He was so blessed that he immediately began his second attempt to gather Wenquxing.
In the Jiying Hall, when the number one scholar was announced, Huang Shang felt that literary spirits from all directions were gathering together, trying to unite literary stars.
But it turned out that it was far more difficult than he thought.
Simply stimulating literary style and using Taoist methods to change literary style and create divine literature and music are two completely different things.
The slightest bit of pressure caused by the latter was enough to overwhelm him.
Thousands of years of savings and the faith and worship of countless people are definitely not something that one creature can bear.
But now, don’t the people in the capital also worship him?
In the past, people worshiped Confucius, so the statues of Confucius in the Imperial College and various tribute courtyards gathered a lot of cultural spirit.
At this moment, people regard him as the reincarnation of Wenquxing, his incarnation in the human world, and this belief is enough to help him bear the pressure.
Sure enough, when Wenquxing gathered together again this time, there were countless invisible threads that dispersed the boiling Wenqi.
This was the experience gained from the battle of faith with the Butcher. Huang Shang did not let it go to waste and began to guide and repay it intentionally.
I have received so many benefits from this world, and it is time to repay them.
Huang Shang's senses are now extremely sensitive. At this feverish moment, everyone's emotions are aroused. It makes him feel that there are many scholars with poor family backgrounds and pure minds, as well as many common people who hope to change their destiny through learning.
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Not only in the capital, but all over the world, there are too many.
Injecting the literary energy that originally permeated the world and could not be used into these people, even if it is an extremely thin part, even if they cannot fight with the literary energy, it will make them think quickly and learn successfully.
Even if the national policy of emphasizing culture over military affairs is difficult to reverse for a time, we should not just let the literati ride on the shoulders of the military generals who protect the country, but should popularize culture, open up the people's wisdom, and let knowledge be passed on.
Establish a heart for heaven and earth! Establish a destiny for the people!
This is Huang Shang's return to the world at this stage.
He doesn't ask for anything, he just does it with a little effort and has a clear conscience.
But after doing all this, he found that his literary temperament had become much tamer.
Although it is still boiling, it is really concentrated towards the center, forming a twisted and unstable air mass.
"Good! But not enough!"
This is undoubtedly a big progress, but there is still a long way to go before we can condense Wenquxing.
Huang Shang did not act too hastily and stabilized the air mass.
Screams came one after another, and the long procession went south along the Imperial Street, then turned westward, heading towards Jinming Pond outside the city.
At this moment, Huang Shang's brows moved slightly.
He felt a wave of evil thoughts from the crowd.
When new scholars are paraded through the streets, even those who are usually sour will either not come, or if they come, they will be infected by the fanatical atmosphere, leaving only envy, yearning, and ambition.
But those evil thoughts are obviously not.
It's a murderous intention.
"Xi Xia!"
The reason is the same as the Mingjiao attack on the day when the Gongyuan Announcement is released. On this day, the high-level officials gathered the most, and the streets were tightly blocked. Even the imperial guards in the capital were far from comparable to the local garrison, and it was difficult to resist the attack.
Not only the foreign enemies of Xixia, but three powerful auras also came outside Qionglin Garden.