Zhang Xiaowu found an unused table and asked a maid to bring a stick of incense. They agreed that the time for the two of them to write the poem must be within one stick of incense. After the poem was completed, it would be handed over to Zhang Biao and Bachelor Zhang for judgment. Wang Jingzhi said you
How can we invite Bachelor Zhang? Zhang Xiaowu said that you don't have to worry about it. I have my own way. You just need to fight. Could it be that you don't dare to fight with me?
Wang Jingzhi sneered and said: "Since you want to be humiliated, just come over here."
The two people's poem fight immediately attracted a few idle scholars on the side. When they learned that the two people were fighting poems with Mingyue Tower as the title, they immediately gathered around them, and then more scholars gathered around. Maybe there was a dispute between the literati.
There was too much complimenting each other, and everyone felt a little boring, even a little bored. Literati
Although they dislike each other in their hearts, they still pretend to be good to each other on the surface, so that everyone seems to be in harmony. But in their hearts, everyone is still full of random thoughts written by others. Suddenly someone
In Doushi, some idle people were quickly attracted there.
Because Zhang Xiaowu and Wang Jingzhi were both unfamiliar faces, everyone was curious but not crowded. After all, there were at least two to three hundred people entering Mingyue Tower today. It is normal that everyone does not know each other. But look at these two people.
With their strong bodies and faces, they seemed to be scholars who were part-time farmers and part-time students. I thought in my mind that these two people were from common people, and the reason why they were competing for poetry at this time was probably to show off their faces in front of Academician Zhang.
Someone secretly exclaimed: "What a pair of despicable civilian students, they want to use this method to attract the idea of a bachelor. Why didn't I think of it?"
The so-called poetry battle is not a simple debate between you and me, but requires real talent and quick response. It requires writing a poem in an extreme time that has both good situation and meaning and can win praise from everyone.
, if the poem contains suggestions or criticisms of the court, it is best to express the feelings through chanting objects, but if it cannot be written, it is always good to flatter the court.
"Let's see how these two unknown young talents compete in poetry."
"Since he is a scholar, he can naturally write poems and compose poems."
"I think that those who write good verses and verses may not necessarily be good at writing poems. In this Mingyue Tower Poetry Club, no matter how good the verses are, they will never be as good as those who write poems well. But most people who write verses and verses have their thoughts in mind.
On top of gaining fame in the imperial examinations, I spent little time on writing poems and couldn't write any good works."
"Yes and that's right."
"Looking at ancient and modern times, at home and abroad, the best people who wrote poetry were the Shixian Dynasty three hundred years ago. Unfortunately, the Dynasty died of vomiting blood because of writing poems at the age of twenty-three. It is so sad."
"So writing a poem well requires a lot of time and energy. How can a truly good poem be written in just three or two sticks of incense?"
"Three liang sticks of incense? These two people only agreed to one stick of incense."
“What can you write with a stick of incense?”
"It doesn't matter what you write. What's important is that the great scholar can know about these two people."
"What kind of poetry can a person with evil intentions produce?"
"Let's go, let's go, don't look at it, a villain with evil intentions writes a poem, why should I support him?"
"No! No! No! How about we wait for the two of them to finish their poems, and then we can comment on them together? Then we should humiliate them and expel them from Mingyue Tower, so as not to pollute the elegant and charming place of literati like us."
"What a great idea. Let's wait and see what masterpiece they can write."
"I'm going to read it to everyone."
"Brother, you have an accent and you speak like Trump. You are not worthy of reading poetry."
"I hate Trump."
"..."
Wang Jingzhi never expected that their two little scholars' poetry fight would attract crowds of people to watch. He was originally a low-key person, hiding among the people. But now he saw more and more people surrounding them.
During this period, someone also asked about their identities. Wang Jingzhi suddenly felt some regret in his heart. He should not have messed around with Zhang Xiaowu, let alone be so high-profile.
Zhang Xiaowu twitched his eyebrows triumphantly and demonstrated to Wang Jingzhi, which made Wang Jingzhi even more angry. He secretly said: "Today I am going to show you what writing poetry means." However, the more anxious he became, the more Wang Jingzhi became more and more angry.
But he couldn't write it. He thought about it carefully. He once wrote a song praising other buildings.
When he came to Tai's poem, he first wrote the first sentence: "The Mingyue Tower and the Mingyue Pavilion, the sky is as bright as the Milky Way." As for the second half of the poem, he couldn't write it for a while. Fortunately, he was calm and could watch the time.
It was still a lot, so I thought about it word by word and wrote: "In July, dragons watch the sea of flowers, and in September, peonies carry carriages."
"good!"
Suddenly someone sang loudly: "On the Mingyue Tower and Mingyue Pavilion, the sky is waving like the Milky Way. In July, dragons watch the sea of flowers, and in September, peonies carry carriages."
"This poem vividly describes the prosperity of the literati in Longdu. All the talented people in the world are in Longdu. Every year in Longdu, there is unprecedented prosperity. Next year, the imperial examination year, the capital will be full of scholars. Think about it.
Thousands of talented people gathered in Longdu City. I want to write a poem about this situation..."
"It's just that although this poem has flattered everyone, its artistic conception is insufficient and it does not talk about current affairs or the government and the public."
"Why such an artistic conception is necessary? As long as everyone is happy now, everything in the world will naturally be managed by the world. You and I are not high-ranking officials in the court. We talk too much, but we just eat carrots and worry less. If you and I wrote a poem,
A single poem can bring peace to the world, so what else does the high officials of the court need to do?"
"It's the best, it's the best."
"Although this poem is not a masterpiece, it is satisfactory and can be rated as average or above average."
"Hmph! I think it's just plain."
"What's the point of seeing it? It's only important if University Scholar Zhang sees it."
At this time, there was a lively person on the other side, who immediately interjected: "How can I be without myself when we are fighting for poetry like this? I'm in Ma Bian, Hangzhou, how about I share in the literary fight?" After saying that, the man named Ma Bian didn't care.
If others are willing or not, move the table next to them over.
Zhang Xiaowu and Wang Jingzhi took a look and thought, oh, this man has a strange appearance. Although he is short in stature, his eyes are bright. He can be called a strange person with a strange appearance.
Zhang Xiaowu couldn't help but ask: "Brother Ma, do you have a relative named Ma Yun in your family?"
"Someone in our ancestors was called this name."
"But the richest man in Hangzhou?"
"No, my ancestor was not a rich man."
"Yes, Jack Ma also said that he doesn't like money. How rich is your ancestor?"
"Let me tell you this, my ancestor died of starvation."
"..."
"Stop chatting. It's half way through the incense burning. I've already written it. If you don't write it, it will be too late." Someone next to me reminded.
Zhang Xiaowu and Ma Bian looked at each other and hurriedly lowered their heads to write poems.
After a while, Zhang Xiaowu finished writing. He had already made up his mind and finished it in one stroke. Everyone just saw him lowering his head to write, then raised his head and said: "I'm done."
Several people gathered around and burst into laughter. It turned out that although Zhang Xiaowu's handwriting was vigorous and powerful, it was very ugly. He rarely wrote at first glance.
Naturally, even though Zhang Xiaowu traveled to ancient times, and although he was a good calligrapher in his workplace, in this ancient time, among the literati, his handwriting was really inferior. Although it is not said to be better than a dog's ability to crawl.
Some, but he was far below everyone else. Just by looking at his words, everyone felt that he was too stinky to smell and couldn't take a closer look.
"Don't read it, don't read it. What the hell is written? The handwriting is so ugly, it stains my eyes."
"Hey, brother, didn't you just want to read someone else's poetry and humiliate them? Why don't you read it now?"
"I planned to humiliate him, but looking at his words, he humiliated my eyes first."
"Then you should humiliate yourself first, and then let us humiliate him."
"Sacrifice, brother."
"Okay, I'll just sacrifice myself."
Then, the man stared at Zhang Xiaowu's poems and read them loudly, as if the louder the voice, the more people humiliated Zhang Xiaowu and the higher his achievements, so he almost roared: "Beyond the mountains, the green mountains outside the tower, the dragon tower outside."
When will everyone stop singing and dancing? The warm wind will make the scholars drunk, so what worries do the common people have?"
Suddenly, the entire Mingyue Tower was silent. Everyone was a scholar and literati, and they all knew poetry. Naturally, they understood the meaning of Zhang Xiaowu's poems better. This poem was clearly meant to humiliate everyone. Although it was written about Mingyue Tower on the surface, it was
Everyone in the mainland knew that Zhang Xiaowu was scolding everyone for only caring about reciting poems and writing poems, but ignoring the worries of the court, the chaos in the world, and the literati and poets who were prosperous in singing and dancing, and came here to play and have fun only for their own fame and future.
However, being pointed at and scolded and unable to refute, this was what made everyone even more helpless. So everyone was like a duck being pinched by the neck, and suddenly there was no sound, and the situation was extremely embarrassing. This poem said that he was good, that is
He scolded everyone and said he was not good, because he was really immersed in fun and ignored the national crisis and the hardships of the people.
After listening to Wang Jingzhi's poem, Ma Bian dismissed it, thinking that he could write a more colorful masterpiece. However, after listening to Zhang Xiaowu's poem, he immediately threw away his pen and ink and said: "Brother Fool, I am ashamed of myself. I am ashamed of myself."
." After saying that, he turned around and left. He and the students and scholars also left voluntarily and consciously, as if Zhang Xiaowu was a god of plague, unwilling to provoke him, let alone be next to him.
"Okay! Okay! What a great song. The green mountain outside the mountain. The building outside. Let's sit down and look at the sky. The layout is really small, which makes people laugh." Suddenly someone applauded and came down from the second floor. Everyone took a closer look. It was a man in his forties.
A middle-aged man aged 60 years old, with good looks, he reveals an elegant temperament that people can't help but respect. There are also several middle-aged people around him, but most of them are wearing official uniforms. If you look closely, there are even five-grade men.
officials.
Official uniforms are equivalent to the uniforms of civil servants in later generations. They are worn in the yamen or when going out to work. However, Mingyue Tower is a brothel. No civil servants wear uniforms to visit brothels. Therefore, officials wearing official uniforms are looked at by others during this period.
It was extremely awkward, and I always felt that there was a mole among them. However, everyone's attention was focused on the elegant and elegant middle-aged man in the middle. This man was born with the aura of a scholar.
It is as if this person is not a contemporary scholar, so others cannot read.
"This person is..."
"He is Zhang Biao, a bachelor of Zhang, a foreign minister of the Ministry of Rites, and a bachelor of Taiyuan."
"I've met Bachelor Zhang."
"Hello, Bachelor Zhang."
Everyone gathered around to greet him, but Zhang Biao hurriedly ran down, stood in front of Zhang Xiaowu, stared at the poem, with a look of admiration but also a look of helplessness, saying: "The word is ugly, the poem is good."
.”
Zhang Xiaowu smiled awkwardly and said, "Master Zhang, we finally meet."
Zhang Biao asked curiously: "Do you recognize me?" Zhang Xiaowu took out a letter from his sleeve and brought it to him. After Zhang Biao read it, his eyes widened in disbelief. After a while, he said: "You really dare to come?
"
Zhang Xiaowu laughed: "Of course I dare, I want to see you."
Zhang Biao laughed loudly, took Zhang Xiaowu's hand and went upstairs, saying: "I want to talk about poetry with you in detail. Since my enlightenment, I have never met a poetry ghost like you. I don't think you should be called a ghost."
General, let’s call you a genius.”
"Ghost General?"
"Zhang Xiaowu?"
"Is he Zhang Xiaowu, the leader of the Ghost Guard?"
"Is he Zhang Xiaowu? Beiyu Quanyi, the No. 1 frontier commander in the world who defeated the Wuhuan army and returned defeated?"
"How can he be a scholar?"
"Have you not heard of his poetry?"
"What poem? This one, "The Green Mountains Beyond the Mountains and the Towers Outside the Mountains"?"
"No, no, "General Returns", the land of Zeguo has entered the war, how can the people survive and live in Qiaosu? Don't talk about the matter of ennobling the prince. One general will make thousands of bones wither. It is said that a hundred gods will be sad in the first battle, and both sides of the Taiwan Strait will be strong.
The battle has not ended yet. Who knows that there will always be nothing wrong with the Lanjiang River? We have been fighting for blood for a long time recently."
"This... no wonder he was able to write "The Tower Outside the Mountains and the Green Mountains". He is indeed both civilized and military, and he lives up to his reputation as a genius."
"What's even more rare is that this person is from a commoner background and has made a career out of his skills. I always thought that this person is a martial artist and must be a big man with a round waist and a height of nine feet. Who would have thought that this person is a martial artist with good looks, both civil and military skills?
, He is really a saintly man and a good son."
Zhang Xiaowu didn't hear everyone's boasting, but Meng Shi and Kang Tianen did. They looked at each other and smiled, stood in the distance and whispered. Kang Tianen didn't know Meng Shi's true identity, but he only knew that Meng Shi was the son of Zhang Xiaowu's old friend.
, and learned about him
Meng Shi also learned that Kang Tianen was not allowed to take part in the imperial examination because of his father's last wish. He only felt that they both ended up because of their father, and they should help each other.
.
However, neither of them had their own concerns. They only talked about romance and not their own stories. The biggest romance at the moment was the story of Zhang Xiaowu. The two of them analyzed Zhang Xiaowu's poems and said with emotion: "The general's talent.
If you take part in the imperial examination, you will definitely be named on the gold list and ranked on the heavenly list."
"Where's the old man?"
"Which one?"
"That's the old man who was fighting poetry with the general."
"Hey, he actually slipped away."
"It must be that he was ashamed of the general's poems, so he slipped away. But I guess this person's identity is not simple."
"If my guess is correct, this person should be a high-ranking official in the DPRK. The general has even met him before."
"I don't know who he is, but I know that this person owes the general a favor. He must promise the general something. Come on, come on."
"Is it possible that this person was worried about being chased by the general and ran away first?"