The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 60: Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival
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When Dong Shulan's carriage arrived at Lantingji, the poetry meeting here was already halfway through.
Of course she was not staying at home putting on makeup, but thinking about Fu Xiaoguan, thinking about the Linjiang Immortal song he left Linjiang, thinking about the tactful connection he made in Shanglin, and thinking about the water tune in his hand. Goto.
Scenes from the past appeared in her mind, and she realized that she had not spent much time with Fu Xiaoguan, but her heart was firmly tied to him.
Poetry meetings such as Lantingji are meaningless to her. Those so-called talented people reciting poems were what she expected in the past, but now, they are just trying to be elegant.
Who else can write better lyrics than this water-melody song?
Who else can understand that people have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes? This is a difficult thing in ancient times?
Who else can understand the hope and concern for people to live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart?
No one will understand. Although they are talented people, they have never experienced this, so they would never be able to write such touching words.
He... is the real talent!
It’s hard for others to come close, not even Yan Xiwen!
Of course Dong Shulan is very happy, feeling that the moon tonight is rounder and brighter.
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Of course Lantingji is not a market. It is located on Weiyang Lake to the west of Jixia Academy.
It is not a boat, but a huge building complex on Weiyang Lake.
There are pavilions, terraces and pavilions, mountains, rocks and flowing water, and small bridges connecting the pavilions and terraces.
It is a shining pearl on the magnificent Weiyang Lake, a beautiful place in Jinling, Beijing, and a gathering place for literati.
The three-story Lanting Pavilion in the center contains countless books. The thousand steles outside the Lanting Pavilion are engraved with the most gorgeous poems of literati and poets of all ages.
To be able to leave one's name on thousands of steles means that one's reputation will last through the ages, and it is also one of the ideals pursued by literati in the world.
Tonight during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Lantingji is even more lively.
Zhang Wenhan is also here at the moment, but he did not go to Lanting Pavilion to compose poems. Instead, he stood at the outermost pier, looking at the lake, waiting for the arrival of the small tent boat.
He is waiting for Dong Shulan.
Not for himself, but for Yan Xiwen.
When he knew that Yan Xiwen favored Dong Shulan, he consciously gave up his thoughts - why should he fight with Yan Xiwen?
When he came to Shangjing, he realized how small Linjiang was, and realized that his reputation as the leader of the four great talents in Linjiang was nothing. He got to know Yan Xiwen, because the Yan family had the most profound knowledge in Shangjing. What’s more, it’s because of the legendary story of the three-phase Yan family.
The Autumn Palace will be held at the end of September. Zhang Wenhan is convinced that he can be named on the gold list. Yan Xiwen also believes in this, because Zhang Wenhan is indeed talented and learned, but whether he can fill the vacancy after the Autumn Palace requires someone to support him. If there is a word from the Yan family, his career will be bright.
So working for Yan Xi Wen, in Zhang Wenhan's opinion, is a very worthwhile investment.
Dong Shulan and Xiao Qi arrived at Lantingji on a awning boat. Zhang Wenhan greeted them with a smile on his face and said, "As entrusted by Mr. Yan, Wenhan is here to wait for the young lady. At this time, the poetry meeting is in full swing. "Sheng, many students are in Lanting Pavilion, please come."
"You have a job, Mr. Zhang, please."
When I was in Linjiang, I was often accompanied by Zhang Wenhan. When I returned to Jinling from Linjiang, I also went with Zhang Wenhan. After arriving in Jinling, Zhang Wenhan also came to visit me at his house. Although Dong Shulan didn't want to see Zhang Wenhan in his heart, She couldn't show it to anyone at all, so she was very polite and chatted with Zhang Wenhan about interesting things about Linjiang or Jinling along the way.
Unconsciously, I arrived at Mr. Lanting. There were many book desks here, and next to each desk there was a young woman waiting for the pen and ink.
Many talented people wrote in front of the book desk, and many talented people stood outside and looked up at the moon, hoping that the moonlight could bring some inspiration into their minds and write an exquisite poem to make themselves famous all over the world. Leaving your name on the Thousand Monuments Stone is like smoke rising from the ancestral grave.
The theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival Orchid Court meetings over the years has always been the moon. Over the years, the moon has been badly written, which makes it difficult for these students.
Zhang Wenhan took Dong Shulan to a wooden pavilion on the outskirts. Yan Xiwen and several famous students from the academy were here.
Yan Xiwen and others stood up and saluted Dong Shulan, who smiled in return.
When everyone sat down, Dong Shulan said: "I came a little late because of something. I wonder if you talented people have any good works to hand over?"
The so-called handing over means writing your own poems on the desk outside Lanting Pavilion and handing them to the academy instructors on the first floor of the pavilion for study. They will then pass them to the Imperial College supervisor on the second floor after preliminary selection. Only those poems that they think are good will be handed over to the third floor - the third floor is occupied by five great scholars of the time, headed by Lord Jijiu of the Imperial Academy, and Qin Bingzhong is also here at the moment.
The poems that can be delivered to the third floor are all high-quality, and the poems that can be recommended by five great scholars at the same time can be left on thousands of steles.
One or two poems are written on the stone tablets every year, but poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival have not appeared for several years.
Yan Xiwen sat upright and said to Dong Shulan: "The poems of the six of us have been handed over, and now, five of them have been uploaded to the second floor."
Zhang Wenhan seemed to be inspired by this, and sighed: "It's a pity that Brother Fu, Xiaoguan Fu, didn't come to Beijing. If he were here, his poems would probably be on the third floor."
"But Fu Xiaoguan, who wrote the book A Dream of Red Mansions?"
"Exactly, you don't know, Mr. Fu was well-known in Linjiang before. He once wrote two lyrics, and now they are also sung in Jinling, and you all know it. Now Mr. Fu's name is also a household name in Jinling. , I heard that he is praised as the most talented person in the world by many women in the boudoir!"
Yan Xiwen frowned slightly, "How can you trust a woman's words? I have also read that book, but I don't think it is a masterpiece. The affairs between men and women in it are very dirty and can't be called Although this book is popular among the people, it is not popular among the public. ”
"What Mr. Yan said is absolutely true. We learn the ways of Confucius and Mencius and should respect etiquette and clarify the righteousness. However, Fu Xiaoguan's book falls into the trap of using the dirty things of Jia's family to attract people's attention, which is offensive to morals."
This is what Zhou Tianyou, the talented person here, said. The other talented people looked deep in thought, then nodded, deeply agreeing with it.
Dong Shulan also frowned and said nothing.
When Zhou Tianyou got everyone's approval, he became even more uncontrollable. He closed the folding fan in his hand and said: "Young Master Zhang should know. I heard from my second uncle's son that Fu Xiaoguan used to be in Linlin. Jiang Feng's reputation was very bad. It was only after Miss Dong went to Linjiang that this man changed. However, his knowledge was doubtful. He was just a scholar, and he had not published a single poem before. How could this happen? There must be something fishy about writing a poem and a book all at once. How can you see it?"