It's unusual for a farmer to have a girl

Chapter 87 Ancestors
"Copied it? Who is Han Yu?"

Guozijian Jijiu quickly asked, this Han Yu must be a hermit, it would be great if he could invite the Guozijian to teach students.

"Um, I don't know." Li Xiaodao shook his head, his voice still thin and crisp.

Guozijian Jijiu was a little disappointed, he blew his beard and said, "Why don't you know?"

Xiao Dao was confused for a while: "My second sister said that the authors are all ancestors, and I don't know the ancestors."

"Huh? Ancestor? Dead?"

Li Xiaodao nodded hesitantly and said, "It should be, right? My second sister said, recite more poems, as the occasion demands, just copy them. These poems are left by the ancestors, and they are just for the juniors to copy for fun."

"I don't know how to write poems. My second sister said that I am familiar with three hundred Tang poems, and I can chant poems even if I don't know how to write poems.

The second sister also said that anyone who does not learn from their predecessors and apply what they have learned is not called plagiarism. Besides, if they copy it, it becomes their own. "

The two bosses were speechless for a while, is this plagiarism justified?
"My second sister also said that copying is not terrible, but we have to know who left the knowledge. We have obtained other people's poems and cultivated our sentiments, so we have to be grateful."

Li Xiaodao's second sister said, let the two big guys look at each other frequently.

Guozijian Jijiu nodded, "Well, your second sister has a conscience. But your second sister should not encourage you to plagiarize, but ask you to quote."

The Minister of Rites agreed and said: "Yes, it is quoting, quoting the poems of the predecessors to express one's feelings, this is not plagiarism."

"Ah, that little girl, you said your ancestors left three hundred Tang poems? How many do you remember?"

Guozijian Jijiu stroked his beard, his eyes rolled wildly, and his face looked wretched.

Li Xiaodao said proudly: "I don't know how to count, but I am the one who remembers the most in our family. My elder brother doesn't memorize as many as I do."

"Oh, what a smart girl, let's see how many songs you write?" Yang Shilang smiled even more wretchedly.

Li Xiaodao didn't know that he was fooled by two old foxes, so he wrote fifteen spring poems in one breath with joy.

From Zhinan's Quatrains:
A short canopy is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a stick of gooseberry helps me cross the east of the bridge.The rain of apricot blossoms wets the clothes, and the wind of willows blows the face.

To Su Shi's "Spring Night":
The spring night is worth a thousand dollars, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.The sound of the song tube tower is thin, and the swing courtyard is dark at night.

Guozijian Jijiu and Yang Shilang stared wide-eyed, exclaimed one after the other, exclaimed and sighed the other.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

"Quatrains, quatrains!"

"This poem is perfect, so beautiful."

"Yes, poetic and picturesque, the ancients did not deceive me."

The movement here naturally alarmed many people, and they gathered around one after another, no matter what men and women were defensive, they all probed their heads to look inside.

"Whose family does this little girl belong to? Why haven't I seen it before?"

"I don't know, it's also the first time I've seen it."

Someone who knew the matter said: "It should be a relative of Duke Huguo's mansion, who came with Miss Lie Qi."

"Huh? This general's family also has a talented girl?"

"That's right, you said they practice martial arts, what kind of literati and poems do they learn from?"

"That's right, they're all composing poems, what are we going to do? We can't learn how to dance swords and sticks like them, can we?"

"Hey! It's sad, it's a pity, our scholarly family is being compared with a sword dancer."

But Guozijian Jijiu and Yang Shilang looked at the names of the authors, but they didn't know any of them.

"This man named Tang Shi must be a great Confucian, and he knows so many talented scholars."

"Hey! It's a pity, it's a pity that there are so many talented scholars, it seems that we have to increase our efforts to promote talents!"

"Yes, Daqing is really full of talents! We can't just bury it like this. We will write a book together later. We have to remind His Majesty to recruit talents."

"Only following my brother-in-law's order, my little brother is duty-bound, duty-bound!"

Li Xiaodao's operation directly promoted the two of them to the level of "reducing talents without sticking to one pattern".

Guozijian sighed with emotion and asked, "Little girl, your ancestors were hermits?"

Li Xiaodao shook his head: "We live on the mountain."

Yang Shilang nodded: "Well, the great hermit is hidden in the forest, that's right."

Unintentionally, the poor peasants and illiterate ancestors of the Li family became hermits for eight lifetimes.

Here Li Xiaodao stole the limelight, and the Li family became a hermit's house.

At this time, there was also a small poetry club in the Assistant Teaching Mansion of the Imperial College.

In addition to the students of the Imperial College, there were also some female students who came to the poetry meeting.

Li Xiangjin and Li Xiangyuan, along with the magistrate who also came to the capital, came to this poetry meeting.

While Li Xiaodao was silently writing fifteen Tang poems with a small hand, Li Xiangyuan also wrote a poem.

The grass on the Suxi Pavilion is long, who leans on the east wind and twelve rails.Swallows don't return. It's late in spring, and the misty rain and apricot blossoms are cold.

It is Dai Shulun's "Suxi Pavilion", which is also one of the poems silently written by Li Xiaodao's classmate.

But Li Xiangyuan didn't say who copied it. She had been pretending for a long time, looking at the grass and the swallows, and then she seemed to have a plan in her mind and swiped her pen.

Coupled with her affectation, her lovely and pitiful appearance, her black eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and her expression of unreasonable melancholy, it is even more poetic and picturesque.

The assistant teacher of the Guozijian suddenly felt soft, this woman is talented, and the hearts of those who hurt the spring hurt.

So with a wave of his hand, he changed the name of the pavilion at home: Suxi Pavilion.

The song "Suxi Pavilion" suddenly changed the name of the pavilion next to them.This time, Li Xiangyuan became even more famous.

The assistant teacher of Guozijian personally invited her to enter the women's school, and promised her to get her an invitation letter to the poetry meeting held by Princess Zhuang.

Princess Zhuang is the first daughter of the Duke Jing's family of the three major literary families.Since he was a child, he has been an outstanding player in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.Known as the most talented woman in Beijing.

When I was in my boudoir, I took the lead in holding a poetry meeting: Huixiangyuan Poetry Meeting.

Those who can participate in the poetry meeting are all famous ladies and noble daughters, and occasionally there are ladies from poor families, but they are all talented people.

The assistant teacher of the Imperial College felt that Li Xiangyuan was a talented person, so he agreed, because Princess Zhuang was also his distant cousin, and she could speak well.

Li Xiangyuan and the others arrived in the capital the day before yesterday, and she hurriedly attended the poetry meeting held by the teaching assistant of the Imperial College before her home was settled.

Although a little anxious, she was very satisfied.

Relying on the poems in the booklet she remembered, she managed to attract the attention of the teaching assistant of the Imperial College.

In the next step, if she falls into the eyes of Prince Zhuang and Princess Zhuang, then she will be able to successfully integrate into the circle of high-ranking ladies.

If you want to climb up, you have to look up.

Li Xiaodao's poems are still cherished by Guozijian Jijiu and Yang Shilang, who are still selfishly admiring them quietly, and have not had time to spread them to the outside world.

However, Li Xiangyuan's "Suxi Pavilion" has already been passed on to Prince Zhuang and Princess Zhuang.

Although I don't know what Twelve Lanes are?Maybe it means that people are leaning on the fence and blowing the east wind, which is also suitable for the occasion.

"Swallows don't return. It's late in spring, and the misty rain and apricot blossoms are cold."

"What a Yiting Misty Rain, what a Xinghuahan,"

"The swallows have not yet returned to their old nests, and the beautiful spring is almost over. There is only a misty rain and apricot blossoms."

Princess Zhuang thought that she was just 20 years old, but the prince started staying overnight on the first and fifteenth day of the new year.

A kind of sympathetic Xinghuahan made her more interested in the "author" of this poem, Li Xiangyuan.

"Well, she is a talented woman."

Princess Zhuang nodded, and the invitation to the poetry meeting was written and presented by her servants.

(End of this chapter)