The First Gongsheng of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 78
Zhang Zhou completed his "masterpiece" under the gaze of everyone.

The onlookers did not see the admiration, ridicule or contempt of the shocking work... because this poem is a "different" work from any angle.

It is not filled with gorgeous rhetoric, and there is no fancy scene description, but it seems to describe a kind of life.

It doesn't have the arrogance that makes one's heart surge at the first reading, but it has the petty bourgeois sentiment of "picking chrysanthemums and seeing Nanshan leisurely under the eastern fence".

this year.

The text must be parallel, the book must be a pavilion, and the poem must be retro.

How have people around you seen Zhang Zhou's poems that follow the elegant mass line?

But if you want to criticize it, the transcendent artistic conception it brings is vivid on the paper. It is just the kind of work that finds no way to start if you want to belittle.

So that Zhang Zhou finished writing.

The scholars present did not comment on the good or bad ones, they all looked at each other in blank dismay.

There was a question of "what is this?" in those eyes.

"Everyone, the next poem is finished, so I will bid farewell!"

As if Zhang Zhou had accomplished such a trivial thing, he turned around and was about to leave.

Someone is pushing Xie Yuan and Sun Qing in Shuntian Mansion, meaning you don't come out to stop him, and show off your talent by the way?
Although Sun Qing is only 15 years old, his talent is not blown out. The No. [-] of Ming Dynasty four years later, after shaking his head, he said that he is not sure of winning this competition at all.

Zhang Zhou smiled at Sun Qing.

Although they are opponents on the court, but off the court... Zhang Zhou thinks this young man is quite cute. He should be a shy and introverted man who is not very sociable, but he has to come out to socialize after he passed the exam. people.

Sun Qing is a young talent, and Zhang Zhou, as a "senior", feels that he can talk to him later.

"Please let me go!"

Zhang Zhou and Zhu Feng came out through the crowd, all the way to the carriage. Compared with the excitement when he entered, the scene when he came out was quieter.

None of the scholars would rashly comment.

After Zhang Zhou left, the scene was like a frying pan.

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"What about his poetry?"

"Oh! It's hard to say!"

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Zhang Zhou left the scene, and Zhu Youtang and Cheng Minzheng, who were sitting on the loft of the Confucian Temple half a street away, finally got the original lines of the poem from Dongchang Fanzi.

Xiao Jing smiled and said: "Your Majesty, this is the poem Mr. Zhang wrote on the spot outside Beiyong."

in duplicate.

One was delivered to the emperor, and the other was placed in front of Cheng Minzheng.

Zhu Youtang looked interested.

Zhu Houzhao glanced forward. It was not easy to appreciate a poem with his talents. After reading a few words, he frowned and said, "Father, why is the whole text full of words like peach blossoms and peach trees? This is a poem. ?"

Cheng Minzheng was also reading this poem, and couldn't help but look up at each other when he heard it.

Zhu Houzhao's evaluation probably represents the most intuitive impression of this poem by ordinary people who do not understand poetry.

It looks like a poem, but it doesn't seem to be a poem. There are even problems with the level and rhyme.

If this kind of poems were written by ordinary people, they would not be scolded into the ditch, but the person who wrote the poems was Xie Yuan, who was in the Jiangnan provincial examination of the Ming Dynasty, and he wrote them in the literary competition... This is very unique.

After Zhu Youtang finished watching, the smile on his face remained undiminished, and he didn't comment on it. Instead, he asked Cheng Minzheng with a smile, "Cheng Qing's family, what do you think?"

After thinking about it, Cheng Minzheng simply nodded: "Okay!"

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help asking: "Mr. Cheng, do you think this poem is well written? No way?"

To say that among the people present, the one with the most knowledge and the best appreciation of poetry is Cheng Minzheng.

But it is clear that Cheng Minzheng's "goodness" is obviously not a completely positive evaluation.

Cheng Minzheng shook his head and said: "What I said is good, is that the artistic conception and charm of this poem is a masterpiece of the time. But..."

Zhu Youtang said with a smile: "There are no outsiders, regardless of the etiquette of the monarch and his ministers, Cheng Qing's family just says it doesn't matter."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Cheng Minzheng spoke freely at this time, "I think this poem is good, but it doesn't seem like it should be written by a young, ambitious, and bright future. Returning to the guest, chatting about the works of life for masturbation and emotion. I really can't imagine, what kind of situation and mentality he wrote this poem."

"Ah."

Zhu Youtang also looked down at the poem and nodded slightly, seeming to agree with Cheng Minzheng's statement.

Tang Yin's poem on Peach Blossom Temple can be said to be a masterpiece of poetry in the entire Ming Dynasty.

But looking at the current dynasty, it is not conspicuous, and the reason why this poem can be passed down through the ages is more because of Tang Yin's encounter in his life, which makes people feel emotional after reading it.

If this is just from the hands of a young talent, it is more like "groaning without illness".

"The poem is good, but the meaning is not right. Cheng Qing's family meant that, right?" Zhu Youtang summed it up.

Cheng Minzheng hurriedly stood up and saluted: "Your Majesty, I don't know about this week's experience, so this is just my humble opinion. I hope Your Majesty will not be offended."

Zhu Youtang said: "What is Cheng Qing's family talking about? We were discussing poetry with you, how could I blame you? But in my opinion, this seems to be a work made in the twilight years of people's bleakness and sorrow. Why do you say that Cheng Qing's family is a middle-aged work?"

Between the monarch and his ministers, they made a detailed discussion on whether this poem is the artistic conception of middle age or twilight.

Cheng Minzheng shook his head with a wry smile.

Obviously, this is also difficult to judge, but it is only a subjective understanding.

"Your Majesty, I just have this feeling, or people don't have such longings for life in their old age. Instead, after half a lifetime of desolation, they still have some hopes for life. But your majesty, this is Zhang Zhou's work. Will it..."

Cheng Minzheng wanted to say, is it meaningful for us to discuss whether it is a middle-aged or twilight work?
This poem is obviously written by a young man.

Zhu Youtang laughed and said: "After being told by you from Cheng Qing's family, I would like to ask Zhang Bingkuan personally why he wrote such a sad work in a youth full of ambition, not seeking wealth, but willing to be poor... ...I didn't treat him badly, could it be that he has lost confidence in the future Jinshi examination and is going back to Nanjing to plant peach blossoms?"

"hiss……"

Cheng Minzheng gasped, feeling extremely horrified.

Sure enough, there is something tricky in it.

The way the emperor got along with Zhang Zhou was not something he, a Hanlin scholar, could understand. From what the emperor said, the relationship between the emperor and Zhang Zhou was very close.

"Where's Bing Kuan?" Zhu Youtang looked at Xiao Jing, probably wanting to call someone to ask him.

Xiao Jing said: "Go back to Your Majesty, Mr. Zhang should go home."

Zhu Youtang sighed: "That's a pity, otherwise I would call him over and let him make some comments by himself. Cheng Qing's family, I won't bother you anymore, you can go back to the Imperial Academy first."

"Yes!"

Cheng Minzheng saluted and was about to leave.

"Dai Yi, you send someone to give my reward to Cheng Qing's family. Today, Cheng Qing's family came to appreciate poetry with me. I don't have anything to give. I got a painting earlier. I don't know how to paint. It is given to you!"

Although Cheng Minzheng didn't know what painting the emperor was going to give him, since it was a gift from the emperor, even if it was just a blank piece of paper, it was still a gift.

"The minister is ashamed and dare not take it."

Cheng Minzheng looked sincere and fearful.

Zhu Youtang smiled and said: "You deserve it. Besides you, is there anyone else who is a famous poet and painter in the Ming Dynasty? You are also the director of academic studies, edicts, and compilation of classics. The Hanlin who stayed in the library treats you Many praises, but you have to learn more about governing the country in the future, so as not to lose the example of a benevolent minister."

"The old minister obeys the order."

Cheng Minzheng was very excited.

How much praise does the emperor have to say this to him?
Just this kind of encouragement, without giving anything, probably made him more motivated to shine for Daming.

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In the carriage of Duke Cheng's mansion.

Zhu Feng was flattering Zhang Zhou: "...Brother Zhang's poems are absolutely unparalleled in the world. Guaranteed to make those people vomit blood for three liters, and they can't catch up!"

Zhang Zhou couldn't help frowning.

What knowledge does Zhu Feng have?Compliments are so lame, so flattering also pays attention to the correct posture, okay?
"Is that good?" Zhang Zhou said with disdain, "I just used it casually, there are better ones, and I haven't made a move yet."

"what?"

Zhu Feng originally wanted to make his flattery more refined, but after hearing Zhang Zhou's words, he didn't even bother to flatter him.

Is there something better?
Doesn't that mean that if you want to ask Zhang Zhou for a song or two, you can also become famous in the academic circle by relying on poetry?

"Brother Zhang, what's better, teach me a lesson?" Zhu Feng shyly said, not feeling that she was being abrupt at all.

Zhang Zhou also ignored Zhu Feng, and continued to rest with his eyes closed.

Although after the middle of the Ming Dynasty, the level of poetry creation in the land of China was far lower than that of the Tang and Song Dynasties, and there were only a handful of famous works handed down, but there are still some who can be on the stage. It is recognized that the number one talent of the Ming Dynasty is Yang Shengan, who is only ten years old. There are also Nalan Rongruo's "Nalan Ci", which is famous for its gracefulness, Zheng Banqiao's "Bamboo and Stone", and "Great talents come out from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years" and so on.

If it is only for the purpose of gaining fame for a while, showing these cards seems to be more catchy than Tang Yin's "Poems of Peach Blossom Temple".

But what Zhang Zhou has to do now is to suppress Tang Yin's pride.

Using Tang Yin's poems can achieve the best effect.

Zhang Zhou wanted to say, am I participating in a competition?I have participated in two games!Tang Yin's idea of ​​planting peach blossoms was not after he would try to sink his halberd into the sand, it was an idea he had long ago.

Creating a psychological shadow on Tang Yin is exactly what I am good at!

"Brother Zhang, where are we going?"

"Just put me down at the street corner. I have to go to the workshop. In addition, you go to the Taiji factory to supervise the purchase. The wood and stone materials provided by the Zhou family must not be lost in the slightest."

"Okay!"

Each division of labor.

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At the same time, Zhu Youtang took Zhu Houzhao, Dai Yi, Xiao Jing and others to Zhang Zhou's mansion in the capital, which was the one given by the emperor.

Of course, the emperor cannot come to the door in person.

Instead, they booked a teahouse at the intersection of the street and asked someone to pass Zhang Zhou out to meet him.

"Father, let the son go, the son wants to see where he lives."

"No nonsense!"

"I'm not fooling around. Don't you always say that I want you to understand the people's sentiments? I will go to Zhang Zhou's house to have a look."

Zhu Houzhao insisted.

Zhu Youtang was in a good mood, so he didn't refuse.

After all, it was very deserted here, and there were not many people on the outer streets, and there were dozens of Jin Yiwei protecting Zhu Houzhao, so there were no problems.

Besides, letting Zhu Houzhao know about Zhang Zhou's living and living conditions seems to be a way of heart-to-heart communication.

Zhu Youtang's dependence on Zhang Zhou is getting stronger and stronger.

(End of this chapter)