Chapter 103 Who can dominate the audience with his writing?
When the two of them went up to Dinglong Terrace, they saw a large octagonal pavilion in the center, with a bronze tripod in the center engraved with the great deeds of our ancestors.
There are three wide steps below the bronze tripod.
The upper tea set, coffee table and futon are bright yellow and are exclusive to the royal family.
The middle-level utensils are similar in style but slightly inferior in texture, and are used for poetry judging!
The lower tea set is plain white and is exclusive to Jinshi.
As for lifting people, there is only one futon!
This is the feudal hierarchy, which extends to every gap in life!
Wang Yuan found his seat at a glance. Although it was in the second row, it was in the corner.
There was no one on the stage, so Wang Yuan was not in a hurry to enter and took Hu Meng to lean on the railing and look into the distance!
Others are interested in poetry, but he really has no interest and cannot compose poetry.
This trip is just to catch some ducks and put them on the shelves!
"That's Wang Yuan, the new judge this time, I heard he's still a child!"
"How virtuous and capable a child is, that he can be the judge of our people!"
"This is Mr. Haitian's decision!"
"With Mr. Haitian's character, since it was determined by him, he must be outstanding!"
"Of course, he was in the Wang Mansion a few days ago to complete the outline of the philosophy of mind for Mr. Haitian, and he also wrote the quatrains 'Establish a mind for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, carry on the unique knowledge for the saints, and create peace for all generations'!
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"Great talent!"
"Haha, great talent, I'm afraid you don't know the trick in this!"
"What's the explanation?"
"I have investigated this Wang Yuan. He is from Fu County. He has never even been to the county town, let alone visited a famous teacher. His previous studies were mediocre, he failed to pass the exam for scholar, and he has no poetic talent. How can he write such quatrains and propose a school of knowledge?
Program, do you believe it?"
"...unreasonable!"
"I guess Mr. Haitian wants to make him famous!"
"Why?"
"This involves the dispute over the salt industry in Jiushan County. The Wang family wanted to seize the Yang family's salt industry, so they chose him to make a knife!"
"No wonder yesterday, the city was filled with notices, all of which were attacks on the Yang family!"
"Shut up, if Mr. Haitian is greedy for money, he is already a cabinet boss. He took over the Jiushan County Salt Industry twenty years ago. How could he wait until now?"
"This time, that time, now the Wang family is sitting on the mountain and suffering a loss. This time is different from the past. Although Mr. Haitian is noble, he still has to think about his children and grandchildren."
"Shut up and don't slander Mr. Haitian!"
"Don't talk about sir, let's talk about Wang Yuan. We will know soon if he has it or not!"
Many people are arguing about it!
Many people looked at Wang Yuan, initially surprised, then suspicious, and then contemptuous.
In a corner, Yang Wanli sneered.
Among these actions, many of those who fanned the flames were arranged by him!
First, create public opinion. Problems will arise at the poetry meeting, which will ruin the reputation of this mud-legged guy.
Then drag Wang Haitian into the water, make him infamous, and see how he can seize the Yang family's foundation.
Bai Feifei waved her folding fan and walked through the crowd with a smile, as if she was traveling through mountains and rivers.
Wang Yuan looked at the river in the distance, feeling relaxed and happy for a while, and his exhaustion disappeared.
Hu Mengying is at ease, listening to the discussions and capturing useful information!
Dahu carried three cloth-wrapped Tang knives on his back and stood behind the two of them like mountains.
Regarding the discussion behind the scenes, the three of them seemed to have heard nothing!
Not long after, someone shouted: "Master Tongzhi is here!"
Knowing the master-disciple relationship between the two, many people kept their mouths shut!
Someone stepped forward to salute, Yan Xiuxiu smiled and nodded, and walked towards Wang Yuan to salute as a junior.
Wang Yuan waved his hand, and Yan Fushi turned around and returned to his seat.
Many people who saw this scene made quite a stir in their hearts!
Yang Wanli frowned and squinted his eyes. He really didn't expect Yan Xiuxiu to be so embarrassed.
Not long after, a louder voice sounded: "The prefect is here!"
A fat old man wearing a long gown came on stage, with a kind face, but occasionally he squinted his eyes with sharp eyes, as if he could see through people's hearts!
This is really the seal of the magistrate of Jiushan County, a fourth-grade civil official.
Many people came forward to salute, Zhang Han smiled and nodded, looking without any airs.
Yang Wanli frowned, Zhang Han received five thousand taels of silver, and the Poetry Club would help him.
Da da da…
Suddenly, the rapid sound of horse hooves was heard, and a group of cavalry came galloping!
At the front of the team, there is a young man in rich clothes, and behind them are all armored cavalry!
"Commander Xue is here!"
Before the cavalry could come forward, the announcer raised his voice and shouted loud enough for everyone to hear.
The next moment, Zhang Han and Yan Fuzhu stood up quickly, and they came off the stage to greet each other!
Many moves followed!
Even Yang Wanli, who was arrogant just now, came downstairs with a look of fear on his face!
On the entire high platform, apart from the soldiers standing guard, only Bai Feifei and Wang Yuan were left!
At this moment, the five of them looked at me and I looked at you, and they were all surprised that the other party could not attack them.
Bai Feifei walked over, waving her folding fan, and blinked with Panshenghui's eyes: "You are also a scholar, you should know how big the commander is, why don't you go and greet him!"
Commander, a fourth-grade military officer, commands the border troops and has overwhelming authority.
The magistrate of Jiushan County starts from the fourth rank, which is one rank lower than the commander!
Even if the great cause emphasizes civility over military affairs, and the fourth-level military position has real power, it is still an existence that the county looks up to.
And Commander Xue was a big shot who commanded fifty thousand troops and guarded Longtou Pass.
Wang Yuan raised his eyebrows: "Does being older have anything to do with me?"
"Of course it does matter!"
Bai Feifei smiled and said: "Xue Pan is a distinguished noble, arrogant and arrogant, and very small-minded. If anyone doesn't give him face, he will make trouble for anyone! I don't give him face because he doesn't dare to make trouble for me. You don't give it.
Why does he have face? He is a dandy who commands an army of 50,000 people. Killing someone is like killing a chicken."
Whoosh!
Dahu and Hu Mengying’s expression changed instantly!
"oh!"
Wang Yuan raised his eyebrows: "When Commander Xue comes, I will repeat your words to him and ask him if he is that kind of playboy."
The great cause emphasizes culture over military affairs. For many years, culture has been used to control military affairs. The military attache has his tail between his legs and conducts himself as a human being.
Even though wars have occurred frequently in recent decades, military attachés are still inferior to civilian officials, and promotion is in the hands of civilian officials.
At the Dinglongtai Poetry Club, any military officer who dared to make trouble would be killed by the civil servants even if he was a hereditary noble.
"...I'm just telling you a joke to see how brave you are, and you still take it seriously! Oh, it's boring!"
After taking a serious look at Wang Yuan, Bai Feifei raised his eyebrows and sighed, then turned and returned to his seat.
I don’t believe it when others say this, but this person hasn’t figured it out yet, so I’m really afraid that he can do it!
People who put up big notices all over the city can't accomplish anything!
"Let's go, let's go too!"
In order to avoid being too conspicuous, Wang Yuan turned around the octagonal building and happened to be next to Bai Feifei.
But when the two sides get up and down, one is the judge's seat and the other is the Jinshi's seat!
No one spoke to me again!
After a while, Zhang Han and Yan Shu returned, and a group of officials gathered around Xue Pan and entered the Octagon Building.
When they saw the five people, everyone was stunned. No one thought that there was still someone who didn't go down to greet them.
Xue Pan narrowed his eyes and glanced at Bai Feifei first. When the woman in purple said something, a touch of greed and jealousy flashed in her eyes. She quickly looked at Wang Yuan and frowned, but when she saw Hu Mengying lowering her head behind her, her eyes lit up.
Zhang Han and Yan Xiu looked at each other, but neither said anything!
However, in the crowd, Yang Wanli turned his eyes and said with a gun and a stick: "Wang Yuan, Lord Magistrate, Lord Tongzhi are all going to greet Commander Xue. How dare you, a child, sit here and wait, you are so brave!"
After saying this, Xue Pan withdrew his greedy eyes and his face became gloomy.
Yan Fuzhu glared at Yang Wanli fiercely and racked his brains to think of how to resolve it.
Although the military attachés were controlled by civilian officials, Xue Pan still had nobility and an extraordinary family background.
He is also narrow-minded, which makes him really hate Mr. Shang. Who knows what will happen!
But how can we properly explain this scene to appease this arrogant noble man!
Bai Feifei smiled as if he were watching a play, and many other officials also looked at Wang Yuan with sneers.
Wang Yuan narrowed his eyes: "Yang Wanli, Dinglongtai Poetry Club, it's not your turn to stir up trouble. I know that when the magistrate welcomes the commander, it is out of comradeship. When the princes greet the commander, it is out of respect for the commander.
The merits of Xu Bian. The Dinglongtai Poetry Club is about learning and literary talent, not status! You are questioning me like this. To all the disciples, I know, your lord, the prefect, and your commander, where is the Dinglongtai Poetry Club?
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Whoosh!
Many people were shocked: This guy has such a powerful mouth!
Yan Xiuxiu, Bai Feifei, the woman in purple's eyes lit up!
Lord Magistrate, Commander Xue Pan frowned at the same time and glanced behind him with a cold light from the corners of his eyes!
Whoosh!
Yang Wanli, who was in the rear, turned pale, with cold sweat streaming down his forehead.
In a poetry gathering, whoever can dominate the audience with his writing is the greatest!
Anyone who dares to talk about status and status will be scolded to death by scholars all over the world if word spreads about it.
What he said just now was too hasty, involving Xue Pan, Zhang Han, and Yan's identity, and he also wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone, which was a taboo in the Poetry Society!
The atmosphere was in a stalemate, and suddenly loud shouts broke out.
"Mr. Haitian is here!"
"Mr. Kubei is here!"
"Mr. Luan Qing is here!"
"Mr. Tong Gu is here!"
Three old men with white beards and hair, wearing ancient clothes and long sleeves, and Wang Haitian with slightly white temples arrived at Dinglong Terrace.
"There's no need to come down to pick us up. Our old guys' hands and feet are still fine!"
Wang Haitian laughed and scolded, and together with the three old men, they stepped onto the high platform!
The commander, magistrate, fellow magistrates, and officials turned around quickly, and even Wang Yuan and Bai Feifei stood up.
Great cause is a world for scholars!
Those who can be called sir in the Dinglong Poetry Society are all great Confucians who are famous all over the world.
Each of these great Confucian scholars was famous all over the world and had disciples who were serving as officials at court or abroad.
Who doesn't respect these old gentlemen? Don't look at them as ignorant and ignorant. Someone will do it for them.
The honorable Xue Pan is at the front, the prefect, Tongzhi are behind, Yang Wanli and others are in the middle, and Wang Yuan and Bai Feifei are hanging at the end!
"I've met Mr. Haitian, Mr. Jiubian, Mr. Luan Qing, and Mr. Tong Gu!"
"Meet sir!"
"I've met my master!"
Xue Pan, Zhang Han clasped their fists in salute, and many others also clasped their fists in salute!
And as Yan Fuzhu knelt down, most of the disciples also knelt down together!
Wang Yuan, who only held his fists, was stunned: What is going on?
"You don't understand!"
Bai Feifei covered her small mouth with one hand and whispered: "In recent years, wars have occurred frequently in Chengzhou, and bandits have been infested along the way. There are fewer and fewer candidates to come to the Dinglongtai Poetry Festival.
Seeing that it could no longer be done, the officials invited influential scholars to take charge of the matter.
No, it's Mr. Haitian's turn.
When these great scholars come, how can their disciples and grandchildren not come to support them?
Those who kneel down and salute are descendants of our descendants!"
"Today's poetry meeting will focus on your literary talents regardless of the teacher-student relationship."
Wang Haitian waved his hand: "Go on stage, drink, and compose poetry!"
The three old gentlemen joked: "Hey, Xiao Wang, I agreed to be the host of this poetry club because of my feelings, not to select talents, but to drink wine in the name of composing poetry!"
"Hahaha!"
The whole audience burst into laughter!
Everyone went up to the high platform one after another and took their seats!
The Dinglongtai Poetry Festival, which has lasted for more than two hundred years, has officially begun again!