Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Nine Please let your literature and art go to the end!
There are generally three chief officials in rural examinations. The chief examiner is well-known, there is also a promotion officer who is responsible for examination affairs, and a proctor who is responsible for the discipline of the examination room.
Among them, the chief examiner and proctor are usually not announced until close to the exam to prevent collusion and fraud in advance. As for the promotion officer of the Nanzhili Township Examination, Ying Tianfu Yin is usually appointed as the promotion officer.
In other words, at the beginning of April, Jiang Fuyin is the only one who can be clear among the chief officials of the Southern Zhili Township Examination.
Qin Dewei had been playing riddles with Mr. Jiang before, and everyone subconsciously assumed that they were entangled because of the government examination.
Originally, the unfairness of the imperial examination was a trivial matter, but to the third-grade governor, it was really a trivial matter, just like taking a few candles from the court to use at home.
But when Mr. Jiang was stimulated by the seven-line poem that was comparable to a Tang poem and couldn't help but tell his father in person, Qin Dewei suddenly pointed the "injustice" at the provincial examination, which immediately sent chills down the backs of many people.
Looking back, it seems that this primary school student has been teasing Mr. Jiang in various ways.
All of a sudden, the topic of the provincial examination ceremony and Jing Zhaoyin himself became very sensitive. No one dared to speak publicly anymore, everyone was whispering.
Even Jiang Cunyi himself felt that something was not good. He didn't know how to respond for a while. He was waiting for others to stand up and smooth things over, but was persuaded by the old leader Gu to calm down first.
Wang Fengyuan, another young leader who was invited to assist in boxing, was not old and had little experience after all. He felt that there were many things he did not understand about the Seven Rhymes, but he was far away from the teacher and it was not easy to go and ask for advice.
He looked around and suddenly spotted a familiar figure nearby, so he quietly leaned over and listened. Sure enough, he heard the man say to a scholar in white next to him: "Here is He Liangjun, a student of Songjiang Prefecture."
The scholar in white asked crisply: "Okay, okay, I will be the host in the old courtyard tomorrow! Brother He, please make it clear. Why did Mr. Jiang suddenly become panicked after hearing the poem?"
He Liangjun replied: "You can't blame Jiang Cunyi for being anxious, because this poem is destined to be popular for a while."
The scholar in white really didn't understand very well, so he asked again: "Why?"
He Liangjun, who once again decided to host the old Qinhuai courtyard, patiently explained: “Because of the two most popular themes in poetry, one is love, and the other is satire that is in line with current events.
Don't forget, your Excellency, that in the current city of Nanjing, the best scholars in South Zhili are all gathered on both sides of the Qinhuai River, such as the ones below.
Our candidates are all the immediate choices of their hometowns, but in the end, most of them are not selected. The irony that Tuanfan talents are in the upper reaches really fits the unconvinced mood of those who have failed."
He Liangjun has also become somewhat famous in the Nanjing literary world recently. Everyone knows that he has a very accurate vision and accurate interpretation. His ability to write poems may not be as good as those of the top poets, but his ability to judge popularity is still very strong.
A few more people listened closely, and finally He Liangjun concluded: "And the technique of this poem is not only a simple direct thrust, but also has a strong personal style.
The poet has hidden many metaphors, which seem to be open to countless interpretations, which is very helpful for word-of-mouth communication as a topic."
The scholar in white didn't understand at once: "Are there really so many metaphors?"
He Liangjun gave an example casually: "For example, if Tian Heng's five hundred people are safe, could it be that the sentence "returning to all the princes" is a metaphor for thousands of people taking part in the provincial examination? Do you feel a sense of respect?
What is the strong sense of ridicule among poets?
There is also Tuan Fancai, who lives in the upper reaches. You say it is a satire on current affairs, but if you look carefully, you will know that it is not the poet who helped Wang Lianqing get ahead, but simply satirized Feng Shuangshuang for not being worthy of the position of the four beauties of Qinhuai?
Another example is the sentence "In the fifteen southeastern states of Jinfen, all the grievances and grievances belong to celebrities. Take a closer look and see if it is an insinuation of the mutual alliance society and the custom of claiming to be celebrities?"
After eavesdropping for a long time, Wang Fengyuan, the actual beneficiary of the alliance's atmosphere, couldn't help but defend himself: "No, this sentence is clearly a self-deprecation of the poet who is in a low-level situation but envies the upper class."
He Liangjun did not refute, just shrugged his shoulders and said to the future financial owner, the scholar in white: "Look, isn't this how disputes over interpretation arise?
If this poem is not popular, what else can be popular? Can Mr. Jiang not be impatient?"
Finally, He Liangjun let out a long sigh and said with envy and hatred: "I wish I could have such a talent!"
Others didn't laugh at He Liangjun, but who didn't feel the same way?
Who wouldn't want to write a poem with a satirical theme, and look at the world with a cold eye, bury a bunch of metaphors, and even mock the people who read the poem?
Wang Fengyuan was also confused. Although he had been killed several times before, he had always held the mentality of "how to be bright when you are good".
But now he begins to doubt himself. Can he and the primary school students really be "Yu Liang"?
At this time, everyone heard Qin Dewei's loud voice: "I recently read the history books of the Six Dynasties, lamented the rise and fall of the past dynasties, and wrote a song. I dare you to appreciate it!"
Everyone: ""
Is this transition a bit too blunt? In the increasingly tense and quiet atmosphere, when everyone is interpreting and discussing your metaphorical masterpiece, why do you suddenly forcefully insert music?
The sound of the piano sounded promptly, and everyone followed the sound and saw that it was Wang Lianqing sitting at the window seat and starting to play.
There were many people here who knew music, and they immediately felt the desolate meaning of the music, but they just didn't understand what it meant to play this kind of music at this time.
Qin Dewei slowly walked to the window and looked out. He saw bright lights on the Qinhuai River, boats sailing back and forth, the river water sparkling in the night, the pavilions and buildings on both sides of the river as bright as day, and the place where he entered was a bustling scene of golden dust.
The piece played by Wang Lianqing was not long, it seemed to be just a prelude.
Then she stood up and walked to the window with her back to everyone, standing side by side with the primary school students, looking at the scenery outside the window.
Is the prosperous scene outside the window so beautiful? Outsiders may exclaim, but local literati in Nanjing are already used to it, and it really doesn't feel new.
Suddenly Wang Lianqing began to exhale and speak again, leaning against the pupil, singing with everyone behind his back: "I once saw the orioles in the Jade Palace of Jinling crow at dawn. The flowers on the Qinhuai waterside pavilions bloom early, who knew they would fade away easily!"
This was a cappella song! Everyone recognized it immediately. The world was at peace for a long time, and it was quite fashionable to write dramas in this world. Many scholars were proficient in operas.
No one is making a big fuss about the scenery, but a beauty who is at the top of the list of famous beauties takes the initiative to perform and sing here. How rare and rare it is. If you don’t listen, you won’t listen!
If you want to invite a beauty of Wang Lianqing's level to sing or perform in an opera, it's impossible without spending money!
Then I heard Wang Lianqing fully open her voice and continue to sing: "Wang Xie's son, the queen in front of the hall, only appreciates the good clothes! Seeing him building a Zhulou, watching him entertaining guests, watching his building collapse!"
After listening to this libretto, many old theater fans suddenly got goosebumps with excitement and realized that this libretto was definitely not something common!
Along with Wang Lianqing's singing, everyone felt that a picture was slowly unfolding.
"I once had a restful sleep in this pile of green moss and green tiles. I have watched the rise and fall of the six dynasties to my fullest!
The song of Yushu is gone, and the temple is locked with bituminous coal!
That Wuyi Lane is not named Wang. The ghosts of Mochou Lake cry at night, and the owl roosts on the Phoenix Terrace."
At this time, Wang Lianqing suddenly turned around, two lines of clear tears slowly flowed down, gradually staining the rouge on his face, and continued to sing under the brightly lit Qinhuai scene behind him:
"The dream of ruined mountains is the most true. It is difficult to lose the old country. If you don't believe it, this map will be revised."
No matter how talented Jiang Ling is, he can only sing sadly until he grows old!"
At the end of the song, everyone looked at Miss Wang, who was already in tears, and they all lost their voices!
They have never heard such a style of opera. The lyrics are not about the love between sons and daughters, talents and beauties, but the fall and fall of Jiangzuo Fengliu a thousand years ago!
In the beauty's singing, the strong and intense sense of disillusionment about the rise and fall of the country and the scene of the romance accumulated over three hundred years being destroyed almost seem to be reappearing in front of one's eyes!
Nanjing's local literati have more or less a Six Dynasties complex, which is a lingering and eternal cultural matrix. Jiangzuo Fengliu is the deepest dream in their hearts.
However, this libretto relies on the historical facts that happened to tear the dreams in everyone's hearts to pieces, but it also has a unique sadistic beauty.
So some people really felt empathy while listening to it. They just felt sad and sad, and could not help but cover their faces and cry.
The rest of the people also had their own feelings. They looked out the window at the prosperous scene of the Qinhuai River, and imagined the ruins of thousands of years ago in the play. In contrast, they couldn't help but sigh and sigh again and again.
Excellent songs have the power to infect people's hearts, and the atmosphere on the second floor of Taibai Tower became sentimental.
After a while, some songs and masterpieces were brewed, which is how literary gatherings are played.
But in this literary and artistic atmosphere, someone knocked on the window lattice very inappropriately and unartistically, and asked loudly: "Gentlemen here, what do you think of the lyrics written below?"
Everyone who was so poetic was speechless for a moment. If it weren't for the fact that you, a primary school student, were the original author of the lyrics, you would have been kicked out, do you know? Do you understand the rules?
Qin Dewei did not take it seriously and continued: "You are in the southern capital and you are well-educated gentlemen. You should know the story of the Six Dynasties!
Have you ever thought about why the Six Dynasties were so decadent and corrupted that the scene in the lyrics just appeared? Don’t you all know that at that time, there was a saying that the nobles were from poor families, and the handsome ones were humbled by the officials? "
There is no need to elaborate on this matter, everyone knows it.
During the Wei, Jin and Six Dynasties, the selection of talents relied entirely on the nine-level Zhongzheng system. Simply put, it relied on the subjective evaluation of a small circle. In the end, those in high positions were all nepotists from high-ranking families, and they were extremely incompetent.
Then Qin Dewei said impassionedly: "My great ancestor, Emperor Gao, established the foundation and established the business. He was fully aware of the shortcomings of nepotism and recommended candidates, and decided to select candidates through imperial examinations as the fundamental policy for the country's employment. Over the past 150 years, we have generally selected people according to the law, and virtuous ministers have emerged in large numbers.
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Therefore, unfairness in the imperial examination is by no means a trivial matter, but a major matter that must be paid attention to! If the selection of scholars continues to be unfair, the story of the Six Dynasties in the play just now will be right in front of us!"
Everyone continued to be speechless. I thought you were a literary young man who wanted to take everyone to have fun, but you suddenly started giving political lectures to everyone?
After all, it all comes down to the unfairness of the imperial examination! Can you, the original author, stop being so tacky and tarnishing such unique, sad and tragic lyrics and music that are destined to be classics!
Someone couldn't bear it any longer and interrupted Qin Dewei's political class and turned to the main topic of the literary symposium: "I dare to ask Qin Xiaoyou, what is the title of this libretto? Can I borrow the lyrics and copy it!"
Qin Dewei sighed and replied: "I often dream about the Six Dynasties recently, but it seems like the Six Dynasties dreamed about me."
Everyone was shocked by the reappearance of the literary and artistic accent of the primary school students, and recalled the phrase "People who cross the river with peach leaves in Qingxi". Could it be a metaphor for this?
This primary school student's talent is extraordinary and unconventional. He hardly looks like a thirteen-year-old boy. Could it be that he has some wisdom from another life and is the reincarnation of a famous figure from the Six Dynasties?
"So this libretto is named Jinling Chunmeng!" Qin Dewei said and pointed to Wang Lianqing, whose face was full of tears, but had a new style: "The lyrics and music have been given to Miss Wang. If you want to ask for them, go to her.
That’s it!”
Click, the pale-faced Feng Shuangshuang accidentally broke the thin bamboo chopsticks. Could it be that in the future, she, Senior Sister Feng, is Tuan Fancai, and Junior Sister Wang is Jinling Chunmeng Wang Lianqing?
No one had told her before that a primary school student who was good at describing scenes and emotions could also write vicious and satirical poems.
Someone else asked: "Can I ask if there is a full aria, or if there are any background stories about the characters?"
Qin Dewei then replied: "I once dreamed that I was once a well-dressed young man from a thousand years ago, who became an official in the Sui Dynasty after the fall of the Southern Dynasty. A few years later, I revisited the old place of Jinling and met the confidante I had been in love with back then.
The two of them lamented the great changes in their lives and the changing colors of the mountains and rivers. They couldn't help but stand at Taoye Ferry holding each other's arms and crying! This is the background of the lyrics."
Wang Lianqing suddenly held Qin Dewei's hand and looked down at Qin Dewei affectionately.
We are all scholars, so just by listening to the summary, we can imagine a poignant love story about a talented man and a beautiful woman, and the ups and downs of his life, coupled with the lyrics about the rise and fall of the world, it is simply amazing!
It touches the heavens and the earth, penetrates the past and present, and makes people cry! Is it possible to brew up a fan story or poem to capitalize on the popularity of the original lyrics?
Qin Dewei continued to tell the story of the dream: "Then after the two of them cried, they denounced the previous dynasty for unfair employment, burying talents, and stealing positions through nepotism. They praised the Sui Dynasty for opening the imperial examination to obtain scholars, which is a good policy for the ages."
Damn it! The scholars here almost yelled at each other, if you primary school students want to be literary and artistic, they should be literary and artistic to the end, and don’t always be a sudden second-guessing that ruins the scenery!
If it weren't for the fact that you are the original author, you would be thrown out of the window immediately! God has no eyes, how could such a work be created by your hands?
He Liangjun, a student member of Songjiang Prefecture, said to Tomorrow's donor, the scholar in white: "In this libretto, only good clothes are recognized. It should be a satire on the recommendation system at that time, but the key is that at the end, there is a hidden edge."
The scholar in white said in surprise: "What did you hear again?"
He Liangjun explained: "Listen to this last sentence, even if Jiang Ling is so talented, he can only sing sadly until he is old! The allusion of Jiang Ling, a figure in the Six Dynasties, may be a metaphor for Fu Yin. After all, Fu Yin is also surnamed Jiang."
The scholar in white is speechless. It's a pity that you, He Liangjun, don't engage in literary inquisition, but the money spent on commentary is well worth it.
Jiang Cunyi sat numbly on the main seat, as if everyone had forgotten that he, the Second Young Master Jiang, was the master today!
Now everyone is surrounding the primary school student, and no one seems to be paying attention to himself, the master. Now the center of public opinion seems to be controlled by the primary school student!
You guys are xenophobic! Why is it so difficult for him, a foreigner, to integrate into the local circle?
Thinking of this, Second Young Master Jiang couldn't help but look at the old alliance leader Gu, and then at Wang Fengyuan, why don't you two local leaders say anything?
Have you forgotten how the primary school students humiliated you last year? I invited you here to participate in a grand event and to avenge the primary school students together. But in the end, did you come in vain?
The old alliance leader Gu was very well-educated and remained motionless no matter how the Second Young Master Jiang looked. But Wang Fengyuan was young and thin-skinned, and was embarrassed by the Second Young Master Jiang.
Logically speaking, they are indeed here today to help Jiang Cunyi, a fair-weather friend, but they have done nothing so far, which is really unjustifiable.
