After the three yuan and the third, the ministers angered the ceremony and the music collapsed

Chapter 68 Worrying About Slaps Too Hard
Si Mubai turned his head to look at Jiang Zhao, his eyes were bright.

He didn't expect Jiang Zhao to be so literary in a casual sentence.

"Tianran's casual words are already better than everyone in Haitai Pavilion."

Jiang Zhao smiled and said, "Brother Mu Bai was joking."

Si Mubai shook his head: "This is not a joke for brother, Tian Ran, your talent is indeed unmatched by anyone."

Then he said jokingly: "Brother Wei is a few years older than you, but your talent is something that even Brother Wei can't keep up with."

"There is a specialization in art, and brother Mu Bai's articles are beyond my reach." Jiang Zhao comforted.

The article written by Si Mubai is indeed very good.

But Si Mubai himself was self-aware, and his articles were not worth mentioning in front of Jiang Zhao.

Among other things, the article "Born in Sorrow and Died in Pleasure" even if he tried his best, he couldn't make it.

Now it is another casual sentence, "The sunset and the lone duck fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky".

Although it is only noon now, Si Mubai can already see the scene of Haitai Pavilion when the sun goes down through these two lines of poems.

The two were chatting outside, and they had already begun to read poetry inside.

Everyone read out their poems one after another.

There are good and bad poems.

Jiang Zhao and Si Mubai heard the commotion inside and turned their heads to look inside.

Now it happened to be Du Yuebin's turn.

The two were sitting outside, when they saw Du Yuebin standing in the center of the Qionglin Banquet, they read.

"Haitai Gaoge Linjiang Zhu, Peiyu Mingluan dances and dances."

"The painted building flies towards Nanpu clouds, and the bead curtain rolls in the rain in the western mountains at dusk."

Gorgeous rhetoric describes the scenery of Haitai Pavilion.

He prepared this poem early on, and he also consulted the great Confucians of the dynasty for advice, revised it many times, and only read it today at the Qionglin Banquet.

As he finished reading his poems, the house was full of applause.

All the students applauded for him, and even Du Yuan nodded slightly.

If this poem is said to be particularly good, it is definitely not, but if it is said to be bad, it is not far behind.

After all, Du Yuebin's talent is not bad, and he is guided by a great Confucianism.

But it can only be said that it is okay, after all, the requirements should not be too high, and not everyone can make famous poems that can be passed down through the ages.

But because he is the son of the prime minister, everyone praises him.

"Brother Du's poem is so ingenious and natural."

"Brother Du's poems are really the best of the best, worthy of being the second place in this palace examination."

"If you want me to say, Brother Du shouldn't be second in the list, he should be number one."

"We are so fortunate to be able to hear Brother Du's poems, it's really lucky for three lives."

……

All the Xinke Scholars used all their praises on Du Yuebin.

But Du Yuebin is still humble on the surface: "Where is it, everyone is joking, and I wrote a song to make everyone laugh."

Si Mubai and Jiang Zhao on the corridor looked at each other and smiled, it seemed that the other party knew Du Yuebin's poems well.

After Du Yuebin finished reading his poem, he set his sights on Jiang Zhao and the others.

"Zhuangyuanlang, everyone has finished their own poems. I wonder if Zhuangyuanlang has any good poems to write?"

Du Yuebin mouthed a number one scholar, pulling everyone's hatred to the peak.

"No poems have been written yet. I think she is just showing off."

"Just know it in your heart, don't say it, how should our number one scholar deal with himself."

"What does she do with herself? It's none of our business. A woman, who is not knitting women's red at home, serves her parents, and comes out to show her face, how decent is she!"

"Brother Du's excellent poems come first, let's see what kind of poems and essays she can make."

"If it's not as good as Brother Du, wouldn't it be a slap in the face?"

"Let's see how she slaps her in the face."

……

Several students whispered to each other, hoping that Jiang Zhao would make a fool of himself soon.

But their voices were not too low, and Jiang Zhao, who was sitting on the porch, could hear them clearly.

Listening to these discussions, Si Mubai was looking forward to how Jiang Zhao would slap them in the face severely.

He wasn't worried that Jiang Zhao would be like what they said, but what he was worried about was that Jiang Zhao would exert too much force for a while and beat these people so that he would not dare to write poems in the future.

Jiang Zhao stood up, patted the dust off his clothes, and held a glass of wine in his hand.

Seeing Jiang Zhao standing up, Du Yuebin asked, "Is the number one scholar already a masterpiece?"

Jiang Zhao ignored him, but stood on the porch with Si Mubai, still drinking.

After taking a sip of the wine, Jiang Zhao read aloud: "My husband is pregnant with Beijing, and he is in Silver Lake."

Jiang Zhao slightly changed the "Yueyang Tower" from his previous life and read it out.

Ignore the previous paragraph. The previous paragraph is Fan Zhongyan's self-report, which is not easy to change, and there is no need to change it.

"Holding the distant mountains, swallowing the Yangtze River, the vastness of the soup, the horizon is endless, the sun shines in the morning and the evening is cloudy, and the weather is myriad. This is the grand view of Haitai Pavilion, which is well described by the predecessors."

As soon as Jiang Zhao opened his mouth, everyone was amazed.

Change the ones that need to be changed one by one to match the place names of the Tianyu Dynasty.

And this previous statement was prepared, but Jiang Zhao did not change it.

Anyway, so many people have written poems about Haitai Pavilion before, and they have already finished describing Haitai Pavilion.

The reason why Jiang Zhao chose "The Story of Yueyang Tower" instead of "The Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng", the first preface through the ages, is because the later paragraphs of "The Story of Yueyang Tower" are more suitable for this situation and the scene.

Moreover, there is no restriction on writing poems in this poetry competition, and all poems, books and articles are acceptable.

Jiang Zhao took a sip of wine and continued to read.

"However, Wu Gorge is connected to the north, and Xiaoxiang is located in the Antarctic. People who move here often come here, and the feeling of looking at things is the same?"

"If the husband is obscene and the rain is falling, the moon will not open... When you go to the Silou, there will be people who are opposed by the imperial examination court, who are worried, slandered and ridiculed, with desolate eyes, feeling extremely sad."

Jiang Zhao changed his nostalgia for his hometown to his own imperial examination, fearing that people would say bad things and be criticized.

Now seeing the depression of Silver Lake in autumn, I feel extremely sad.

After reading this sentence, everyone couldn't help feeling a trace of guilt in their hearts.

Guilt for saying bad things about Jiang Zhao before.

Jiang Zhao continued to read: "Zhi Ruochun and Jingming, the waves are calm, the sky is bright, a vast expanse of green, sand gulls flying, Jinlin swimming, shore Zhitinglan, lush and green."

"And maybe the long smoke is gone, the bright moon is thousands of miles away, the floating light jumps into gold, the still shadow sinks into the jade, and the fisherman's songs answer each other. What a joy it is!"

This sentence fully describes the scenery of Silver Lake.

Everyone closed their eyes and quietly immersed themselves in the Haitai Pavilion described in Jiang Zhao's article.

I feel that I can hear the sound of birds chirping in my ears, and the sound of fish jumping out of the water.

The fisherman rowed a boat on the calm lake and sang loudly, just like what Jiang Zhao said, it was a lot of fun.

(End of this chapter)