Chapter 170: There are Poems in the Rivers and Mountains
But seeing Shen Kun standing firmly on the first floor of Longhuang Terrace, he first bowed to the emperor and the courtiers, then bowed his hands to the world's talented people, and said loudly: "I'm Shen Kun, my father Shen Jizhou, I'm thinking to myself If you are not very talented and have little knowledge, then let’s do it step by step. Today, I will go up to the first level of Longhuang Platform and show off my shame! You all should be like Shen Kun and offer advice!"
Although he said these words modestly, his expression and movements were full of arrogance. He stood with his hands behind his back, raised his head and said loudly to Li Zhibai: "Poetry banishes immortals, please give me the title."
Li Zhibai also knew Shen Kun's name, so he nodded secretly and said, this young man is quite heroic and unyielding.
He also felt a sense of cherishing his talents, thought for a while, and said loudly: "Second Master Shen and all the sages in the world, I, Li Zhibai, have been favored by the Holy One and appointed as the president of the Longhuang Poetry Society. Today I will only talk about my poetry and talent. Regardless of family background. Now that Mr. Shen has stepped onto the first level of Longhuang Terrace, he knows that the poems he writes will not be too tricky..."
But seeing Li Zhibai ponder for a moment, he said loudly: "Today is the Spring Equinox, the talents of our Jin Dynasty are gathered in front of the Emperor. On the Spring Equinox, all things revive and the earth returns to spring. How about writing a poem or lyrics with the theme of spring?"
After saying that, he raised his hands and said: "All the great talents who have not yet appeared on the stage can also think about it below. If they have completed a masterpiece, they can also come on the stage to compete with the Second Young Master Shen, and let me comment on it!"
As soon as Li Zhibai's topic came up, everyone who was still talking about it suddenly fell silent.
Those talented people lowered their heads to think, and Shen Kun also lowered his head and pondered in silence, frowning slightly.
Xiao Yuanche looked at Su Ling calmly.
But he saw that Su Ling didn't take it seriously at all. He grabbed a shortbread with one hand and bit into it, as if he was competing on test questions or something. Compared with filling his stomach, it was not worth mentioning at all.
Xiao Yuanche snorted lightly, not angry at all, and then looked at Shen Kun again.
But seeing Shen Kun thinking for a moment, his eyebrows suddenly widened, he cupped his hands towards Li Zhibai and said loudly: "President Li, the student is ready!"
Li Zhibai was slightly surprised and sighed: "Young master Shen is really quick in thinking. In just a moment, you have already written good poems. You will be feared and feared later in life!"
Xiao Yuanche also sighed secretly in his heart. This Shen Kun was really knowledgeable. He looked at Shen Jizhou on one side calmly.
But she saw Shen Jizhou looking proud, looking at Shen Kun with a smile on his face.
When he turned around again, he saw Su Ling next to him still eating the shortbread and snorting as if he didn't care.
Xiao Yuanche was about to speak, but he saw Shen Kun step forward, facing the emperor, ministers and many talented people, and chanted loudly: "The wind blows, the moonlight illuminates the dream, and suddenly the rain comes and knocks on the window." Shadows under the Longhuang stage It's slightly cool. I can't bear to wear my clothes. Silks of jasper are blowing on my face, and pink dots are dotted in the center. The flowers are blooming ten miles away in the morning sun, don't let the spring light go down."
Shen Kun spoke slowly at first, as if he was still thinking. However, in the second half of the poem, his speaking speed gradually increased, and the last few sentences were actually finished in one breath.
After he finished reciting, he said in a deep voice: ""Spring in the Painting Hall: Don't Lose the Spring Light", Shen Kun showed his ugliness, please comment on it, Mr. Li and everyone."
"Okay! Mr. Shen is a great talent!" People from Shen Jizhou's camp had already waved their flags and shouted.
Following their lead, many talented people couldn't help but cheer.
Looking at General Shen Jizhou again, he slapped the table and burst into laughter.
Liu Jingsheng, the world's best mud-melting master, also had a look of praise on his face. He cupped his hands towards Shen Jizhou and said with a smile: "Second Master Shen, his young talent is amazing. This song "Spring in the Painting Hall" really impressed me. I feel like I can’t use my poems anymore!”
Xiao Yuanche's expression remained unchanged, and he turned to look at Su Ling, only to see that Su Ling was holding a glass of wine and pouring it by himself.
Thinking about it, I was devouring the shortbread just now, and I must be thirsty at this moment.
Xiao Yuanche deliberately asked in a low voice: "Brother Su, what do you think of this word?"
Su Ling took a sip of wine and then said disdainfully: "It's not that good. It's made by force. I can carry a big car out and it's better than him..."
His voice was a bit louder, and he was not far away from Shen Jizhou.
Shen Jizhou couldn't help but snorted in dissatisfaction after hearing the truth.
Xiao Yuanche encouraged: "Then you go up..."
Su Ling snorted again: "The first floor of Longhuang Terrace is boring, I won't go..."
Moreover, Li Zhibai on the stage only nodded slightly, and then asked loudly: "Do any of you want to compete on stage?"
Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard someone shouting loudly from the Caizi steps: "Let me try!"
When everyone looked around, they saw another young master, wearing a long black gown, who was more handsome than Shen Kun. He flicked his sleeves and climbed onto the Longhuang stage.
When he saw Shen Kun, he only slightly cupped his hands as a greeting.
Shen Kun recognized it, and so did most of the people on the steps below the stage.
Even Jin Emperor Liu Duan nodded repeatedly. He recognized that this was Kong Xiyan, the eldest son of Kong Hechen, the leader of the Qing faction whom he relied on.
This was a member of the royal family, so Liu Duan unconsciously said hello.
His good words made Xiao Yuanche, Shen Jizhou, Qian Zhongmou and others look at him sideways.
On the other hand, Liu Yuqian can be praised for everything. No, Liu Jingsheng chuckled and said: "Your Majesty, this is the love you have to be sincere and sincere!"
Only then did the awkward atmosphere disappear.
Kong Hechen in the audience nodded slightly and smiled lightly. He knew why his son wanted to go on stage. It was because when he was trying to win over Shen Jizhou, he was pushed back by Shen Jizhou.
I've lost my face, but I can't help but think of something wrong.
But seeing Kong Xiyan salute Li Zhibai again, he turned to face everyone in the audience and recited loudly: "The east wind has blown away all night, and the thin clouds hang in the sky. The morning sun shyly penetrates the curtains, and the orioles in the imperial garden speak incoherently. , the willows on the palace wall are like smoke. I want to fill my luggage, and I go together to see the apricot blossoms. In front of the flowers drunk with half a pot of sake, there is a thatched hut, and a third of a rice field."
"The title of the poem is "Linjiang Immortal·Chunyin", please give it a review by Mr. Li and everyone!" Kong Xiyan finished reciting and stood with his hands behind his back, as if he was sure of victory.
As soon as his poem came out, everyone in the Longhuang Tower started whispering.
Among the content discussed, some believed that Shen Kun’s work was better, while others believed that Kong Xiyan was superior.
As the discussion got louder, Li Zhibai pondered for a moment and cleared his throat.
Everyone in the audience stopped talking and looked at Li Zhibai.
Li Zhibai said loudly: "The two young masters are very talented, and their two words are even more excellent, but Zhibai secretly thinks that what Second Young Master Shen did is even better!"
"Okay! -" Under the steps, Guo Tu was the first to shout. Seeing this, Shen Jizhou's camp even waved their flags and shouted enthusiastically.
Shen Kun also looked pleased, but Kong Xiyan looked unconvinced.
A great general of the Qing Dynasty, Si Nong Wuyou, was the first to stand up and said loudly: "I secretly think that I cannot agree with the Li family's ideas. I observe what Mr. Kong did. His intention is tranquil, the style of a noble hermit, the word Qingliu." It's engraved in your bones, why can't you be inferior to Mr. Shen?"
Li Zhibai smiled faintly and said: "What the great Sinong said is true, and Zhibai also thinks so, but what is the meaning of spring? All things are full of vitality, and spring is hope! What Mr. Shen did, never let the spring light fall, is exactly what he said this time. This is the original intention of convening the Longhuang Poetry Conference! The spring is just right, and it is the time for talented people to make achievements. It is best to live up to the spring. Isn't this just a way to express gratitude for the grace of the Holy God?"
With that said, Li Zhibai bowed deeply towards Emperor Liu Duan.
Liu Duan was angry at first, but after hearing that Li Zhibai always used the emperor's will as the standard, he repeatedly emphasized his intention to choose good talents in front of the world's talented people.
He also saw that all the white-bodied students nodded, and felt even more satisfied, and then his face became happy.
Li Zhibai paused and then said: "On the other hand, Mr. Kong's poems have a calm intention and have the essence of Qingliu, but they fall on the topic of returning to seclusion. Isn't this a failure of this great spring? Therefore, Zhibai feels that this round, Mr. Kong wins!"
Xiao Yuanche turned around and asked Su Ling: "What do you think?"
Su Ling felt that it was really boring, and he chuckled and said: "One claims to be noble, and the other is ambitious... but nothing."
Xiao Yuanche pointed at him and laughed.
Su Ling's words were heard in Shen Jizhou's ears. He was about to scold him, but then he thought that he was a general, and it would be a bit disrespectful to argue with a little Xicao.
He could only snort coldly again.
After Li Zhibai finished speaking, he cupped his hands and said, "Master Kong, please go up to the second level of Longhuang Terrace!"
When Shen Kun heard this, his face was filled with joy. He cupped his hands towards Li Zhibai and without looking at Kong Xiyan, he stomped up to the second level of Longhuang Terrace.
Kong Xiyan's face turned red, and he had no choice but to lower his head and walk down the Longhuang Terrace, sitting back on his seat.
As soon as he went down, someone stood up gently and said loudly: "It's really interesting. Since you're here, how about I give it a try?"
When everyone looked at him, they saw that he was a young man.
Dressed in white, he seems to be no more than fifteen years old.
But his name has already been famous all over the world, and some people have already raised their hands and said in greeting: "Young Master Gu, you are Master Gu!"
There is no doubt that in ancient times, when he was just over thirteen years old, he was privately called Master by the learned young talents in the Jin Dynasty because of his talent.
This one is a heavyweight.
Xiao Yuanche had a look on his face. Although Gu Buyi was not affiliated with any force, he had always been on good terms with Xiao Cangshu, and presumably he was oriented toward the Xiao family.
Ancient and unquestionable?......
Su Ling had a slightly serious look in his eyes, and slowly looked towards Longhuang Terrace.
Even so, the wine in his hand did not stop, and he poured it into his mouth one after another.
Su Ling really likes Da Jin's wine. This is the royal wine, and it is much more mellow and sweet than the wine in Xiao Sixu's house.
Su Ling finally caught an opportunity to eat and drink. He didn't have a good time first. I'm really sorry for myself...
Besides, when Gu Buyi went up to the Long Huang Terrace, he didn't stop on the first floor. He directly lifted up his clothes and went up to the second floor of the Long Huang Terrace. He stood opposite Shen Kun and bowed his hands slightly in salute.
However, no one criticized him for going straight to the second floor.
The name of Master is only on the second floor, why can't I get it?
Li Zhibai also knew Gu Buyi's name, so he didn't think it was so unexpected, so he smiled lightly and said: "You are the young master Gu, so disrespectful!"
Gu Buyi then raised his hand towards Li Zhibai and said with an expression that was neither arrogant nor modest: "Everyone Li has given you too much praise. My name as Master is just a personal title for everyone's affection. I don't dare to be presumptuous in front of everyone!"
Li Zhibai nodded, and then said loudly: "Now that you two are ready, Zhibai is going to give the question. You and all the talented people in the world listen carefully!"
Only then did everyone become quiet again, all staring at the Longhuang Stage.
Li Zhibai thought for a while and said loudly: "One of the two is from a high-ranking family, and the other is a young master with great talent. Today we are gathered at Longhuang High Terrace again. Spring has just begun, but we must not forget that the winter that just passed was covered with snow. So I used winter as the title and wrote about winter scenery in spring, but it’s very original! What do you think?”
When he asked this question, the audience fell silent again.
When writing poems, they are often inspired by the scenery in front of them, and then express their feelings about it. It is a beautiful spring day, but the title goes against the scenery in front of them.
The second level of Longhuang Terrace is indeed much more difficult than the first level.
Both Shen Kun and Gu Buyi were known for their quick wits. As soon as Li Zhibai finished speaking, Shen Kun had already cupped his hands and said with emotion: "This winter, I studied in a cold hut and visited a hermit monk. At that time, I saw that the winter snow was cold. Yue, I was feeling sentimental in my heart, so I came across a poem, and now I recite it, please comment on it!"
"The cold house is surrounded by snow and thousands of mountains are silent, and the old trees are covered with crows in the cold half-moon.
A lonely boat is lying on the river, and the world of mortals is not in the middle of the water."
Shen Kun had a look of nostalgia on his face. After reciting the poem, he said in a deep voice: "I couldn't find this poem when I was looking for a monk on a snowy night. Please comment on it!"
"Good! What a lonely boat lying on the river, the world of mortals is not in the middle of the water! Quatrains, quatrains!" This poem caused an even greater sensation than the lyrics just now. There were students from poor families in the audience who had already stood up and applauded, with expressions of admiration on their faces.
There is no need for Shen Jizhou's people to wave the banner and shout.
Li Zhibai was not very moved, he just smiled slightly and turned his eyes to Gu Buyi.
Gu Buyi smiled faintly and said loudly: "There is very little life in winter, so why is it still so empty? Brother Shen, I think we can find something new."
Shen Kun snorted and said, "Please enlighten me!"
Gu Buyi took a step forward and suddenly stood with his hands behind his hands. On the Longhuang high platform, he suddenly felt proud and his expression became more and more passionate.
But seeing his heroic voice, he recited: "Don't pity the white snow that urges the mountains to grow old, but see the green pines calling for the sun to grow new. At the end of the year, the spring wind blows and the green becomes greener, and the ambition is not reduced to the red wheel."
"Good! What a great person who has not lost his ambition to go to the red wheel!" Li Zhibai exclaimed with the first stroke.
"Wow——" The audience was in a state of excitement, everyone was infected by the indomitable mood and the heroic spirit of making great achievements in Gu Buyi's poem!
Most of the people in the audience are talented people from poor families, with no power or influence. They have spent many cold nights studying hard, all because their ambition has not diminished towards the red wheel.
This poem describes the hardships and hatred of a poor bachelor, but his unswerving mentality.
Xiao Yuanche in the audience also had ups and downs in his heart.
He originally came from a humble family and was not born noble, but he started from a humble beginning and spent many years of hard work to achieve the current situation where the Xiao family stands above all the powerful ones.
Only he himself understands the hardships and struggles best.
"There is no doubt that...he is indeed called Master!" Xiao Yuanche praised.
Su Ling was already slightly tipsy at this time, even after drinking a few more glasses of wine, he suddenly smiled lightly and said: "Sikong, I just don't know whether the surname of the red wheel he is looking for is Xiao or Liu... "
But he didn't mean to, he was just greedy and made a mistake, so he said two words.
But he couldn't blame Su Ling for making wild assumptions. He knew that Gu Buyi was not much different from the child prodigy of that era.
At that time, Su Ling knew the fate of prodigies.
The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.
Xiao Yuanche's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the expression he looked at Gu Buyi was no longer as enthusiastic as before.
Su Ling showed her true feelings for a moment and forgot about the suspicious character of the master in front of her. Seeing Xiao Yuanche's reaction, she could only say a few words of guilt secretly and kept silent.
But I saw Liu Duan on the top step with a knowing smile.
Xiao Yuanche was even more determined.
This Gu Buyi could be the emperor's secret chess, pretending to be close to Cang Shu, but in fact...
But seeing Gu Buyi on the Longhuang stage, he first nodded lightly to Li Zhibai, and then nodded slightly in the direction of the emperor.
This person can be killed but not kept!
He is only a teenager, but he is so scheming, and he is the leader of young talents. If it goes on for a long time, I am afraid he will give in again!
Xiao Yuanche's eyes became even more gloomy.
Li Zhibai made a gesture to the people who were talking incessantly, and then everyone calmed down.
Li Zhibai did not delay at all this time, bowed to Gu Buyi and said: "Master Gu, please go to the highest point of Longhuang Tower!"
"You deserve it, you deserve it! You deserve it!" All the talented people in the audience stood up in excitement and praised loudly.
Shen Jizhou looked a little ugly and winked at Guo Tu.
Na Guo Domo thought that he had no talent to reverse the situation, and he had a bitter look on his face and shook his head helplessly.
Looking at the people in Shen Jizhou's camp, they all looked like eggplants, dejected and silent.
Shen Kun's face turned hot. Although he was good at what he did, he admitted that in terms of determination, he could not compare to Gu Buyi.
Losing to the Master does not count as losing face.
Shen Kun immediately raised his hands towards Gu Buyi and then walked down the Longhuang Terrace.
Gu Buyi now stands tall and tall at the highest level of Longhuang Terrace, standing side by side with Li Zhibai.
Both of them put their hands behind their hands and looked at the audience with an air of pride.
Li Zhibai then said loudly: "Is there any talented person who is willing to go on stage to compete with Master Gu?"
Li Zhibai asked three times in a row, and the audience was completely silent.
Li Zhibai then smiled and wanted to raise Gu Buyi's hand to announce the result.
Just then.
Near the front of the 950 steps, a man suddenly stood up and shouted loudly: "Why is there no one here?"
With that said, he walked towards Longhuang Terrace.
One layer at a time,
The second floor is non-stop.
In an instant, we reached the highest point of Longhuang Terrace.
He said in a cold voice: "Xiao Sishu, I understand!"