Daming talker

Chapter 433: Things about the No. Scholar (Part )
The Qionglin Banquet can be regarded as the last climax of this imperial examination. At this time, after a series of activities, the new scholars have become familiar with each other and can relax more.

Moreover, after the Qionglin Banquet, it means the end of the personal imperial examination era, and from now on, one will officially enter the officialdom.

Therefore, the Qionglin Banquet was very lively, and it already looked like a "graduation season" carnival.

As the number one scholar, Lin Jiuyuan Tailai was definitely the most eye-catching figure in the imperial examination activities, and there were always many people around him.

Although Lin Zhuangyuan is known as the villain, there are still many people who want to make friends with Lin Zhuangyuan.

On the occasion of the Qionglin Banquet, no one bothered to talk about the classics.

Among the four great joys of life, only poetry can express the excitement of being named on the gold medal list. There are allusions to poems written on wild goose pagodas since the Tang Dynasty.

When it comes to writing poems, everyone can't help but look at Lin Zhuangyuan, who entered Taoism through martial arts and single-handedly broke the hegemony of the retro school.

Lin Jiuyuan Tailai did his duty, and after taking a few more gulps of wine, he began to show off his poems: "I'm so happy that Kui Yuan wrote three poems by himself!"

"First, he made thousands of words about the policy against Tong Ting, and sang the emperor Lin Xuan loudly. The country's favor was only extended by his family, and he won the first prize in civil and military affairs in three years!"

It is this quality, how should I put it, that it is just a standard proposition that can no longer be made.

After all, the compositions for propositions are like this, and most people’s entertainment compositions are not as good as these.

Lin Zhuangyuan: "???"

"The palace flowers cover their eyes with wine and tears, and the newlyweds are worried about hearing about the new affairs of the court; the newspaper bundles in the residence are made into a basket of ashes, and the clothes and flowers are planted in the market.

This time it finally feels right! Lin Zhuangyuan came to his senses and said lazily:

"Second, the literary luck is due to the luck of heaven, and a unique talent is coming. In the prosperous dynasty, there are three yuan auspiciousness, and the Gengyin family has nine leaks, nine leaks, and nine talents!"

Wang Shiqi added: "Even my father said that most of your works in the past one or two years are mediocre and routine!
Now he has almost fallen to the same level as Feng Er, without the aura he had three or four years ago!

Wang Shiqi responded: "How is your style of literary overlord different from that of my father in the past ten years?"

There are more than a thousand words in the new poems every day, but there is not a single word about caring about the people in the poems; others say that I am really mediocre and silent, and I can't answer the questions about the mountains and green mountains.

Lin Zhuangyuan looked left and right again, frowning slightly.

After listening to it, everyone first felt that he was indeed a master of poetry composition. He could recite poems in groups with just one mouth.

Lin Zhuangyuan directly picked up the wine bottle, drank several large gulps, was silent for a moment, then sighed, closed his eyes and chanted:

"What? After working hard for several years, can't you enjoy the glory?"

"Thirdly, Your Highness Hanyuan has five new clouds, and the sun and the moon are kissing each other in the sky in the palace. The Holy Lord cherishes talents and has joined the nest. From now on, the nest has become a vassal!"

Although you made great strides in the imperial examinations, you may have exhausted your talents in poetry!

But no one spoke. Although everyone was embarrassed to speak up, they couldn't belittle it.

The father's legacy should be inherited by the son, and it's you! Lin Zhuangyuan put down his wine glass, pointed at Wang Shiqi drunkenly and said, "My nephew, tell me! Are my poems good?"

In other words, if it were any of them who won nine yuan in a row, they would be able to write this kind of poem.
But Lin Zhuangyuan seemed to have written a good poem that would be handed down from generation to generation. His drunken eyes looked around triumphantly, as if he was expecting other people's cheers, compliments, and compliments.

Is it possible that the naughty style has been popular recently?
Taking advantage of Lin Zhuangyuan's absence, Wang Shiqi continued:
"These three songs of yours have no connotation at all except for arrogant showing off and unabashed boasting! They are just mediocre entertainment works!"

Now you are only left with the four major schools of poetry theory to talk about, but your actual creative ability has been exhausted! "

Even if these people of the same age have not been polluted by officialdom and are embarrassed to brag shamelessly, why are there not even villains who make disparaging remarks?
Suddenly, Wang Shiqi was seen in the crowd again, the eldest son of the old leader of the bracket Wang.

Since Lao Du got the name of his poem, loyalty to the emperor and patriotism has become a child's play; there is a cup of spring in his eyes, crying for the young people in Luoyang! "

Wang Shiqi: "."

Damn it! I don’t know why, but it seems like I’ve fallen into a trap?
Everyone was a little confused when they suddenly heard such a long and shocking poem.

Everyone has the ability to appreciate, and they can immediately feel that there is something in this poem.

It not only responds to the doubts about the declining quality of poetry with strength, but also portrays a cold-eyed observation of the current situation of the imperial court as a newcomer who is about to enter the imperial court.

There is also anger and satire towards today's literati, scholar-bureaucrats and court officials. This absurdity reflects reality to a very high level. The ability to perfectly integrate the above themes into a poem must be amazing.

Lin Zhuangyuan was neither sad nor happy, and silently recited "sin, sin, sin" in his heart. Yuan Xianzun, who was still wasting his time in Suzhou, was about to write this poem. If he didn't copy it, it would be too late and he would break the precept once.

At this moment Zhou Yingqiu jumped out, skipping the process and started directly: "He is worthy of being the world's great poet! The leader of hundreds of schools of thought, he has a comprehensive understanding!
No longer limited by styles and genres, poems of various categories can be picked up at your fingertips without leaving any trace, and they are as exquisite as the work of God! "

Then he looked at Wang Shiqi fiercely and asked, "Do you still dare to say that Brother Jiuyuan is exhausted?"

Wang Shiqi shrank: "The following are my father's comments."

Zhou Yingqiu nodded and replied: "What you relayed does seem to be the comments of Alliance Leader Wang.

Words like, "Only poetry theory can be used to talk hard, but the actual creative ability has been exhausted." This is probably the life experience of Mr. Wang in recent years, right?

Therefore, only Alliance Leader Wang Lao can make such comments based on his own life experience and apply them to others.

But applying it to Brother Jiuyuan, a great poet, is a big mistake.

A new generation has replaced the old ones. Leader Wang and the old leader can no longer shoulder the burden of the literary world. It’s time to give up! "

Everyone: "."

I admit that Zhou Yingqiu is talented, but why don't he use it on the right path?

Even Lin Zhuangyuan was deeply shocked. Zhou Zhuti's words were absolutely free and not Lin Tailai's words!

Suddenly, Lin Zhuangyuan felt a strong sense of crisis again. Now everyone was paying attention to Zhou Zhuti, and his limelight seemed to have been robbed!

That does not work! The strong fighting spirit was rekindled in Lin Zhuangyuan's heart!

Bang! The wine bottle in Lin Zhuangyuan's hand accidentally fell to the ground. After re-entering other people's sight, he sighed again: "Whatever you say about poetry is just a cloud! In fact, I envy you all!"

“In terms of poetry and literature, you can still follow the directions of the four major schools, advance step by step, and enjoy the fun of self-improvement.

But I no longer know where the direction is, and what a higher realm is.

From the sea to the boundless sky, who is the top of the mountain?
What was displayed in front of me was the endless fog and the dead end, but I could only be alone, embarking on a meaningless exploration that might last a lifetime."

In order to use the wine to soothe his emotions, Lin Zhuangyuan over-pretended at the Qionglin Banquet, and finally gave up.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying in the Wang family, Wang Situ's Wang family.

My good nephew Wang Xiangmeng followed the maid in and shouted happily: "You are finished!"

Lin Zhuangyuan had a splitting headache and didn't want to speak, but he still asked: "I was just pretending to exert too much force last night. How come it's over?"

Wang Xiangmeng continued: "You even asked Shen Shoufu to write a poem!

Two champions in the past thirty years, the story of the bamboo forest is about my Wu family. Who knows how many years Pan Shui has passed, he will have an even more spiritual power.

In the East Pavilion of Hanyuan and Dayin, both his writing and career are in doubt. The Prime Minister holds a heavy golden pot in his hand, and it is difficult to tie the hanging poplar to turn around.

After seeing this, Shen Shoufu was very angry. He felt that you were mocking him for doing nothing, so he might as well retire and make way for you! "

Lin Zhuangyuan said angrily: "Isn't this a literary prison? I just compared myself with the first assistant and he is not even three yuan! But the first assistant used the topic to make use of it!"

Wang Xiangmeng did not argue with Lin Tailai and continued: "Then my second uncle gave you a poem, but you thought that the quality of the poems given by my second uncle was not good enough, so you wrote one yourself on the spot!
You also know that my second uncle has always been very concerned about his lack of literary talent and his inability to join the literary circle! My face turned dark last night! "

Lin Zhuangyuan: "."

Then Wang Xiangmeng shook his head and chanted:
"Today a happy feast is held in the East Bedroom, Hanyuan Wenguang takes over the stage. Looking at the lintel of the Thousand Miles Gate, the crane calculates, and the nine-fold favor orders Xiluan to return.

The wine is poured with pearls of autumn dew, and the flowers reflect the splendor of spring. The nine heads and three yuan ascend to the first place, and the born immortal descends to the earth. "

He was drunk and made trouble. Lin Zhuangyuan covered his head in pain. Once the film was broken, both big guys were offended.

No wonder Li Bai couldn't get along well in official circles. There were reasons.

(End of this chapter)