This opportunity is rare, and everyone understands that the next step is for everyone to show off their talents and compete in poetry.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the only sound left was the sound of grinding ink and paper.
All scholars are leaders in literature. Even if they study ink in a lavish manner, they still show an extraordinary demeanor and exude a rich literary spirit.
"The questions given by the Queen Mother are not easy. I wonder if Brother Shaojun can answer them?"
On the high platform, Wei Zhen served beside the Queen Mother, pressing her lower lip tightly, and subconsciously looked at Chen Shaojun in front of one of the white jade tables, feeling slightly uneasy in her heart.
This time, what surprised her the most was seeing Chen Shaojun at the snow appreciation party.
Although I don't know how he got the invitation.
On the other side, Chen Shaojun was studying ink alone, with a calm and generous expression. Compared with other scholars, he was neither so arrogant nor deliberately low-key, but he had a unique and outstanding temperament.
Perhaps sensing Wei Zhen's gaze, Chen Shaojun raised his head, smiled slightly, and gave her a look:
"Don't worry, it's okay."
He knew what Wei Zhen was thinking, but he really didn't talk about poetry, songs, articles and knowledge.
"Pfft!"
Wei Zhen almost laughed out loud, but she felt happy in her heart.
"Girl, what are you laughing at? Are you looking at who is playing in the midfield?"
On the side, the Empress Dowager of Dashang heard the laughter, glanced at her and cursed with a smile.
"Queen Mother, you are making fun of me again, Zhen'er is not."
Wei Zhen quickly lowered her head to deny it, her ears were slightly red, and she subconsciously showed a hint of girlish shyness.
Although the Queen Mother is the mother of the world and the master of the harem, the relationship between Wei Zhen and the Queen Mother is very close, and it is not an ordinary relationship between a monarch and a minister.
"oh?"
The Empress Dowager of Dashang laughed and glanced at the crowd of scholars below. There were many talented people here. She didn't notice it just now, and she didn't know which young master Wei Zhen favored.
"ah!"
"The Queen Mother, look!"
At this moment, a burst of exclamation suddenly came, attracting the attention of the Empress Dowager of Dashang. Following the gaze of the palace maidens, at the northwest corner of Merlin, a young scholar of seventeen or eighteen years old was writing furiously, seemingly
What are you writing.
The Empress Dowager of Dashang just glanced at it, and immediately some of the palace ladies couldn't help but exclaimed.
The exam questions had just been announced. The young scholar was writing like a dragon and a snake. Every time he made a stroke, there was a soft and clear sound in the void. Looking from a distance, the light was shooting out of the void, and it seemed like pearls and jade were falling down.
When it fell on the rice paper of the young scholar, it looked extremely magnificent.
"ZiZiZhuji!"
After all, the Queen Mother had extraordinary insight and could tell at a glance that this was a lineage of Confucianism and Taoism. The articles she wrote coincided with the truth, and there were cases where the articles appeared to be holy.
There are five levels of realm in the article manifesting the sage, and each realm is subdivided.
Among them, the first stage of the image of writing is divided into several realms, which are four small realms: the word is shining, the word is pearly, the word is brilliant, and the word is hazy.
Zi Shengzhuji does not have the second level.
Youdao is an article that is born in nature and is acquired accidentally by a good hand. Most of the articles written by students of literature and art throughout their lives cannot reach the state of being able to write an image.
Moreover, even if you have reached the state of writing and forming images, it does not mean that you can achieve it in the articles you write in the future. Because of this, poems and articles that form images after writing are extremely valuable.
Most people who can reach the first level of writing skills can already be called talented people and are proud of themselves.
It is extremely rare for this young man to be able to write an article so quickly, with every word written in detail, at least surpassing many scholars.
"Which family's son is this?"
The Queen Mother said, she couldn't help but look sideways.
"Going back to the Queen Mother, that is Mr. Nalan, the nephew of the Prime Minister. He has been talented in poetry since he was a child. He can chant poems at the age of seven and can write essays at the age of eight. He has an excellent reputation among the great scholars and scholars in the capital. He is the master of poetry in the capital.
People on the Wenhua List."
The old eunuch serving at the side spoke.
He had everyone's information at his fingertips. He had obviously put a lot of thought into it and was very familiar with everyone.
"Wenhua List? Wasn't that drawn up by the Taifu and several respected Confucian and Taoist masters?"
The Empress Dowager of Dashang's eyes flashed with surprise:
“It’s no wonder that we can be among them.”
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, there will be many talented people on the Wenhua List at this appreciation banquet. Their poems, songs, poems, articles and knowledge are all recognized by Confucianism and Taoism. It's no problem to write down the pen and write it down. They will definitely be able to write good articles."
Good poems will not disappoint the Queen Mother."
"From these talented people, we can also see the wealth, prosperity and spiritual energy of our great merchants. This is also the great fortune of our great merchants!"
The old eunuch in brocade clothes bent down and said to the side.
"Well, that's very good."
The Queen Mother also had a smile on her face and nodded slightly.
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. When she heard the discussion between the Queen Mother and the eunuchs in robes beside her, Wei Zhen couldn't help but look worried.
"Brother Shaojun..."
Wei Zhen subconsciously looked at Chen Shaojun in the crowd.
If there are so many young talents in the Wenhua List among these scholars, doesn't it mean that this snow appreciation event is far more competitive than imagined, and it also means that Brother Shaojun has basically no chance?
This is definitely not what she wants to see.
It's a pity that even he can't help at this time.
"Empress Dowager, the student's poem has been completed. The student thinks that although plum blossoms are noble, they are only created by the snow in the cold winter. If there is no cold winter, where will the fragrance of plum blossoms come from?"
At this moment, a voice came into my ears. In front of the white jade table in the northwest position, after Master Nalan finished writing, he threw the brush and stood up, naturally showing a proud and proud temperament:
"So this time, the topic I am working on is called "Night Snow". It is based on the students' insights when the heavy snow first fell a few days ago. I would like to ask the Queen Mother to appreciate it."
"I was surprised that my pillow was cold, but I saw the bright light from the window again."
"I know the snow is heavy late at night, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo."
Mr. Nalan picked up the rice paper on the table and read out the verses on it. His voice was loud and shocked everyone.
As soon as the voice fell, the sounds of people grinding ink around them suddenly became much quieter, and pairs of eyes looked over one after another, showing admiration in their eyes.
"Master Nalan is really awesome. Although the title is "Snow at Night", there is no positive description of snow."
"'I was surprised that the pillow was cold', which means that when I went to bed at night, I suddenly felt very cold under the quilt, and 'seeing the light from the window again', the word 'bright' is not the moonlight, but the reflection of the night snow. There are no two sentences.
Any description of snow on the front, but it already makes people feel that it is covered with heavy snow and the cold winter is coming."
"More than that, the most wonderful thing is the word 'heavy' in the third sentence 'I know the snow is heavy at night'. This word is used so wonderfully. Everyone only knows that the snow is heavy, but they don't know that when the snow falls on the ground, it will be naturally thick.
It's heavy."
"When I hear the sound of breaking bamboo, the bamboo is broken, and the snow is naturally heavy. More importantly, we are Confucian and Taoist people, and Meilan, Juzhu is one of the four gentlemen. The last sentence is both suitable for the situation and the topic."
"Throughout the entire article, every word is about snow, but every word is not snow. Mr. Nalan's aura is indeed unmatched by ours. He is worthy of being a figure in the Wenhua List."
…
Looking at the arrogant figure in the northwest corner, everyone was filled with admiration.
"good!"
On the throne, the Empress Dowager Dashang also nodded, showing a hint of approval:
"Master Nalan did a good job. I will reward you with a piece of snow brocade and two out-of-print scriptures. As for the immortal gold and stone, I will wait until everyone has finished the work before making a decision."
"Thank you Queen Mother!"
Mr. Nalan bowed, took the reward from the hand of the palace maid who came from the opposite side, and then slowly sat down.
"Humph, what's so great? It's just a little skill, but no one can do it. The people on the Wenhua list are nothing more than that."
Suddenly someone in the plum blossom forest said something. When he heard this, Mr. Nalan's expression turned cold, with a trace of anger on his face. He subconsciously stared around, but he could not find who the speaker was.
However, the Empress Dowager of Dashang on the throne laughed, but did not blame her. It seemed that she had been used to it for a long time.
Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second. All the people participating in this snow appreciation meeting are talented and proud of heaven. Although Master Nalan's poems are good, it may be difficult to convince all the scholars.
"Okay, let's continue."
The Queen Mother smiled.
The sound of grinding ink and rustling writing sounded again, and everyone continued to write poems with their heads down. After a while, there was new movement.
Wei Zhen sat next to the Queen Mother, looking down from a high position, and saw a famous scholar sitting still, lowering his head to write, and with the movement of the pen, the thin rice paper on the table immediately produced streaks of light.
One, two, three, four...there are actually twenty or thirty people like this.
"Words give birth to light!"
Wei Zhen was secretly frightened when she saw this scene. Although these people were not as good as that Mr. Nalan, they had at least reached the first stage of writing and forming images, and the words were shining brightly.
"The Queen Mother is right. The people participating in the Snow Appreciation Conference this time are all talented and talented people. Each of their poems and articles is beyond the reach of ordinary people!"
Wei Zhen's beautiful eyebrows tightened, and her heart became more and more worried.
She always felt that since Shaojun's brother came to participate in this snow appreciation meeting, he must have great expectations. However, no matter how much she liked Chen Shaojun, she had to admit that judging from Chen Shaojun's previous reputation and reputation in literary circles, other people's
To stand out and be the best, I am afraid that if you want to be on an equal footing with others and achieve the same level of poetry... it is very difficult to achieve!
"It's a pity that I can't compose poetry at all!"
A look of worry flashed in Wei Zhen's eyes.
"call!"
At this time, the air current surged, and a gust of wind suddenly came in, causing countless plum trees in the deer park to tremble. Clusters of plum blossoms were blown up by the air current, flew into the sky, and then spread all over the sky.
Before everyone could react, a stream of literary energy turned into a golden pillar of air and rose into the sky. The pillar of air rose to a height of more than seven feet. From a distance, it looked like a piece of exquisite and bright brocade hanging upside down in the void. It looked magnificent.
Magnificent and magnificent.
"Wow!"
Seeing this scene, the crowd was in an uproar, and even the Queen Mother on the throne couldn't help blinking her eyes, showing a hint of shock.
"Splendid article!"
Judging from the vision revealed in the poem, the quality of this poem is even higher than that of Mr. Nalan, and it is the best poem written so far.
"The Queen Mother, my poem is also finished!"
At this moment, a young child's voice was clear and clear, and suddenly sounded in the deer park.
"Wang Xiaonian?!"
Chen Shaojun didn't pay attention at first, but when he heard the familiar child's voice, he couldn't help but subconsciously turned his head and looked around. Under a plum tree in the distance, he saw an eight or nine-year-old boy in Tsing Yi, bowing with his hands like an adult.
Stand up.
That childish face looks old-fashioned, who is it if it's not Wang Xiaonian, the prodigy from Jingyue?