During the long period of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, not only many books and classics were lost, but the Confucian literary style was also worse than before. Previously, Lao Zhu was preparing for the imperial examination, but he couldn't even select a few available scholars, so he had to postpone the imperial examination for another time.

Let’s take another example. This Fulueyuan Poetry Contest was also organized by Lao Zhu with a nod of approval. It was intended to carry forward the cultural spirit of our Ming Dynasty, hoping to promote the prosperity of the literary world, so that more talented people could be selected in the future.

Many civil servants and scholars paid great attention to this matter. Not only did the highly respected Song Lian come to preside over the poetry meeting in person, but he also summoned almost all the young scribes in the Imperial Academy of Gongyuan on the other side and the literati and poets stranded in Beijing. Fortunately, Fule Yuan was the master of the Imperial Academy.

The facade was built with great effort, and the courtyard covers a large area to accommodate so many students and scholars.

Perhaps the atmosphere in the early Ming Dynasty was not yet too decadent. This so-called poetry meeting did not see the singing and dancing birds and the courtesans adding fragrance as Zhu Su imagined. Instead, they only saw the same Eguan gown and the atmosphere of calligraphy and ink. Zhu Su was quite disappointed. Song Lian

After the title of the poetry meeting was read out, hundreds of young scholars raised their sleeves, polished their sleeves, thought hard and raised their pens. The atmosphere was solemn and solemn.

"Would you like to compose a poem with the title 'Nostalgic for the past'? This poem title is not difficult." Zhu Fan looked out the window and said, silently drafting verses in his mind, hoping to compete with the scholars and students below. This title is not difficult.

It's difficult. If Zhu Su wanted to catch a duck and put it on the shelf, he could probably copy the poems of later generations. But if there is another poetry meeting after this limelight, he will be blinded if the poem title is more tricky. So he just watched with interest.

Let’s see if any masterpieces will appear in the poetry meeting.

After Shao Qing, scholars one after another handed the papers with poems written on them to the judges sitting in the front row. Song Lian and other great scholars began to review the poems on the papers one by one. The scholars who had finished writing the poems returned to their seats.

Inevitably, people began to whisper, and the Fule Courtyard, which had been silent just now, suddenly became slightly noisy. The great scholars on the stage also exchanged poems and made comments from time to time. Occasionally, one or two good lines came out, and the great scholars would slap the table and recite loudly, and beat the verses.

Admiration. The scholars below also boasted and spread the word in unison. The scholars who wrote this wonderful sentence held their heads high and were surrounded by a group of admiring classmates to congratulate.

"Is this the Imperial College student?" Zhu Fan said disdainfully. The few "masterpieces" that Song Lian and others had just read out, Zhu Fan thought that they were far inferior to the one he composed. It's just that Zhu Xi, Zhu Di, and Zhu Su were not in this room.

The kind of semi-illiterates who are ignorant and unskilled are pure illiterates like Lan Yu who cannot read big characters. Zhu Fan's claim that Tong Boyi is true is completely pretending to be seen by the blind.

"Third... Third brother, my younger brother also wrote a poem. Please correct me." Unexpectedly, the sixth brother, Zhu Zhen, also wrote a poem. Zhu Zhen took it with some surprise.

The combination of oblique and oblique, quite artistic conception, is much better than most of the Imperial College students below. I couldn't help but be surprised and said: "Lao Liu, it's okay! You actually have such poetic talent!"

"I have nothing to do on weekdays, so I read a few more poetry collections and story books..." Zhu Zhen was a little embarrassed.

"Lao Wu, don't you compose a song?" Zhu Fan encouraged Zhu Sudao.

"No, Fifth Brother, I don't know anything about poetry or anything like that! I can't compare to the aroma of wine and meat." Zhu Su said, while Zhu Xi and Zhu Di nodded their heads in agreement. Zhu Su was still looking around the window anyway.

The two of them stayed at the table from beginning to end, never moving away.

….

The poetry reading meeting was just like this. They couldn't finish reviewing the poems for a while, so Zhu Su continued to sit down and ate wine and food while discussing the characters of the Three Kingdoms with Zhu Di Lanyu and the others. Anyway, the poetry reviews below were noisy.

I don’t have to worry about the sound leaking out.

The noisy poetry review lasted for a while, and excellent works came out from time to time. The judges selected the three tripods for today's poetry meeting, and the exchanges between students and scholars gradually became quiet, waiting to be heard.

Regardless of the top two or three, if you can win the first place in the poetry club, your poems can be sung in a wealthy place like Fulueyuan, or even in the entire Yingtian Mansion. Scholars attach great importance to raising their hopes. If you have

This kind of talent will be a guest in any dignitary's house in the future. It will even be of great benefit to becoming an official in the future.

Therefore, all the scholars extremely hope that they can win the first place in the Poetry Association.

"This poetry meeting is the flourishing period of our literary world in the Ming Dynasty. You have really contributed a lot of good poems." Song Lian stood up and said. It is rare for the Ming Dynasty to have such a large-scale poetry meeting. The old gentleman is in good spirits when there is a happy event. "We are waiting for you.

After much consideration, I think these three poems are worthy of this poetry meeting

Sanjia. Please listen carefully."

After saying that, the three poems were recited aloud and posted on the red list.

"Hu Qian laughs at Danqi, Wu and Yue are cheap and strong chariots. The crowd is mediocre and loud. It is said that the wise men are stupid. The sword and pen calculate the gains and losses, and the silk and millet are more profitable and loss. Whoever calls Zhou Gongsheng is inferior to this."

"It's a good poem that uses the past to satirize the present. I'm not as good as me." Zhu Fan recited the poem he was named the leader in a low voice and couldn't help but admire it. This was the first time that he expressed that he was ashamed of having a poem.

When he heard Ersanjia's poems, he just raised his head and dismissed them.

"Who wrote this poem? Hey, isn't he the boy who came to the main hall to play ball?" Seeing a young man surrounded by a group of scholars congratulating him, Zhu Di was very sharp-eyed and could tell with just one glance that the shy boy

The scholar is none other than Song Lian’s disciple Xizhi, who was defeated by Zhu Su in Dabentang.

"Isn't his name Xizhi? Why did Master Song just now say that this poem is Fang... what is Fang?" Zhu Xi said.

Zhu Su took over the conversation: "Fang Xiaoru. Just now Master Song said that the author of this poem is Fang Xiaoru!"

There was already a storm in my heart. Fang Xiaoru! Fang Xiaoru, the die-hard loyalist of Emperor Jianwen! Fang Xiaoru, the first ruthless man in history who was barred from the ten tribes! Fang Xiaoru, who was unparalleled in his loyalty but ended tragically, leaving endless tragedies in the history books! Unexpectedly, he actually

He was the shy young man who was refuted by him in the main hall.

The young man's spirit was moving in all directions. Although Fang Xiaoru kept bowing his hands and showing humility to his contemporaries, he still couldn't hide the proud youthful spirit in his eyebrows. Could he have thought that decades later, because of what he insisted on?

Faith, will he cause his family members, brothers, and even friends to die because of the moral principles he upholds in his heart?

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He was not wrong at that time, but the world at that time was wrong.

Zhu Su no longer looked out the window. He had told Lao Zhu everything, and Lao Zhu would naturally try his best to stop that wrong world. A loyal scholar like Fang Xiaoru should use his blood to serve the country and the people.

Instead of falling useless under the butcher's knife of civil strife and becoming a sad and sighing corner of the long history of history. I believe that in this life, he will be able to show his ambition, achieve a good result and show his heart as a pure Confucian scholar to benefit the world.

ideal.

….

I had just torn off the chicken legs from a chicken and stuffed them into my mouth. I heard the noisy congratulations outside gradually calmed down. Someone must have signaled everyone to stop making noise. Then I heard Song Lian's voice outside:

"Although the leader has been successfully selected this time, I still have here a nostalgic poem that Your Majesty gave me. Please comment on it, so that you can understand that there is a mountain with a higher mountain."

The lyrics given by Lao Zhu? Zhu Su smiled in his heart while chewing the chicken leg meat. Lao Zhu's poems are domineering, but the words and sentences are all like "a rooster crows once, pout once, a rooster crows twice, pout twice."

It's easy to understand and has no culture. Putting it in a poetry meeting is purely embarrassing. Could it be that Old Master Song wanted to ridicule the king in public?

"This word card is Linjiang Immortal, please listen carefully." Song Lian said, at this time, there was a complete silence in Fulueyuan. You could hear a pin drop. Even the people in the private room held their breath, wanting to hear what Lao Zhu said.

What nostalgic words can you make?

People who were not interested like Zhu Su and Zhu Di were sitting at the table. Zhu Fen and Zhu Zhen who were interested continued to look at the window. Song Lian unfolded a piece of paper that he cherished and put in his arms, and deeply

After taking a breath, Song Lian's melodious voice reading could be heard outside the elegant room:

"Linjiang Fairy·The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass eastward."

"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times!"

"White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river bank are used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze. They meet happily with a pot of turbid wine."

"So many things happened in ancient and modern times, all of them are discussed with laughter!"

When Song Lian read this poem, he felt extremely passionate. The last sentence even broke his voice. However, not a single person in Fule Yuan laughed at him. If the silence just now was for the sake of Song Lian, a great scholar,

So the current silence is because everyone has been brought into the artistic conception of this nostalgic poem.

"Wow! That's great!" Even Lan Yu, who couldn't read or write, couldn't help but murmur in admiration. He

Although I am illiterate, I can hear the heroic spirit of the heroes of the past contained in this poem, as well as the sigh that time flies and the heroes are no longer desolate!

This poem actually perfectly expresses his melancholy feeling that he wanted to meet a great hero like Guan Yu, but due to the long river of time, he could only toast a glass of wine in the air, and all the past and present events could only be laughed at.

!

"It seems that I must study in the future. Otherwise, I won't be able to say any words of praise." Lan Yu thought to herself.

"What a wonderful word! What a wonderful word! Compared with this word, my crooked words really shouldn't be in this world!" Zhu Fan also sighed. Even Zhu Di and Zhu Chen were also influenced by this word.

The wonderful artistic conception was brought into it, and it will never be forgotten for a long time. Zhu Zhen also patted the window sill and praised: "This poem cannot be written by heaven and man. I never thought that my father was not only talented and magnificent, but also had such poetic talent... Hey, five

Brother, what’s wrong with you?"

As soon as Zhu Zhen said that, everyone realized that Zhu Su had a weird look on his face with his mouth open, his jaw seemed to be dislocated, and the large piece of chicken drumstick in his mouth looked like it was about to fall on the table, but he didn't react.

Zhu Su never expected that, when he didn't want to copy the poems, Lao Zhu actually cut off his poems and copied them away! This Linjiangxian poem was indeed written in the notes that he showed to Lao Zhu.

I wonder when he wrote it down!

"Lao Wu? Are you okay? Are you choking?" Zhu Xi brought a pot of tea to Zhu Su. Only then did Zhu Su come back to his senses and waved his hands to say that nothing happened. The group of scribes below had gone crazy, and even some sycophants were excited.

He knelt down on the spot and shouted, "Long live His Majesty." Hearing Zhu Su curse in his heart while drinking tea: It has to be you, Emperor Hongwu, you are so thick-skinned!

What is this? I was forced to give a masterpiece to Lao Zhu to pretend to be Bo Yi? Old comrade, why are you so shameless? You have become the emperor and you stole my few masterpieces. I don't even think about stealing poems.

I'm embarrassed to do it, and a masterpiece of this level only needs one less poem! If I had known you were so shameless and would steal poems to pretend to be Boyi, why not be shameless and pretend to myself first?

So cool...

Just as he was thinking this, Song Lian's voice came again from the chaotic noise below:

"You have misunderstood. Although your Majesty did give this poem to me, in fact, its author is not your Majesty, but someone else."

"This person is your Majesty's fifth son, His Highness the Fifth Prince who has granted Wu the title of vassal, King Zhu Su of Wu!!"

"Pfft!" Zhu Su sprayed all the tea on Zhu Ping's face.
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