In the middle of summer, Wang Yuan was finally fourteen years old.

Outside the North Ya Village.

Although he has never said mean words, looking up at the tall building at this moment, Wang Yangming still can't help but ridicule: "The rebels have not been eliminated, but they still think about the boundless wind and moon, and the breeze and bright moon are afraid and ashamed." ”

Shen Fuxuan smiled: "It's too late to change the name temporarily." ”

Master Shen's words are really mean.

The rebels are still at large in the northeast, and the Song and An are fighting again.

Because Wang Yangming is famous in Guizhou City, when An Guirong renovated the ancient elephant temple in Qianxi, he invited Wang Yangming to attend the inauguration ceremony, and Uncle Wang also made a "Elephant Ancestral Hall" on the spot. Then, An invited Uncle Wang to lecture and teach in various schools in Shuixi, and for a time he was in the limelight in Shilin, Guizhou.

Of course, the Song family did not want to fall into the disadvantage, so they asked Xi Shu and Master Shen to invite Wang Yangming to come to Beiya to participate in the poetry meeting, and by the way, he taught his children in the Song clan.

The place where the poetry meeting was held, called "Boundless Fengyue Building", was built by Song Yu, the younger brother of Song Ang.

Wang Yangming looked at the words "Boundless Wind and Moon" from afar, and then thought of the bad situation of the Song family, and he couldn't help but ridicule one or two.

The building is four storeys high.

Wang Yuan followed the adults into the building, and saw several poems engraved on the walls, all of which were written by local literati when the building was built.

One of them reads: "In front of a few seats in the hundred-foot building, the scenery and moonlight are boundless. Into the curtain cut spring March, to the pillow Juanjuan night half a day. Send warmth and coolness to the short coat, and the streamer makes the shadow shine on the feast. There is endless fun in boarding, half in the gold bottle and half in the paper. ”

There is also a poem: "The wind is full of curtains and the moon is full of buildings, and the boundless wind and moon are in the arms." The Nine Heavens Immortal Lai listened clearly, and the toad looked at it with an open eye. The rhyme of the piano is loose and moving, and the window screen is thick first. A few times the treasure is endless, and the twelve trunks are alone for a week. ”

To tell the truth, although the literati in Guizhou are not good at the imperial examination, they really seem to be able to write poems and endowments.

Especially the reading seeds of the Song family, Song Gongzi belongs to an outlier, and others are reluctant to take the imperial examination, and they have been pinning their love on poetry all their lives.

The top floor has been filled with talented people in Guiyang, and the deputy envoy Xi Shu is the first, and Song Xuan, the head of the Song clan school, is sitting with him. There are also Song Gongzi, who I haven't seen for a long time, as well as big scribes such as the Yue family, the Zhan family, and the Peng family, and even the children of the Wei Institute have come several.

"Mr. Yang Ming, please take a seat!" Xi Shu and Song Xuan got up at the same time to greet them.

Wang Yangming returned the salute and sat down next to Xi Shu, and Wang Yuan and Master Shen also sat down.

A few tables are set up in front of each person, and the guests sit on the floor. The maid served wine, tea, dried fruits, and pastries, and the sun was shining outside, and if you didn't think about the rebels, it was really a bit elegant.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Xi Shu said, raising his glass, "although it is Mengxia, this Guiyang scenery is like the mid-spring of the Central Plains." Today, Mr. Dull Wo (Song Xuan's title) made a banquet and invited people from the county to learn from the county, which is really one of the great events in Guizhou's literary circle. Here, I wish the Ming Dynasty prosperity and prosperity, I wish the current holy dragon good health, and I also wish the official army to defeat the thieves as soon as possible. Fill this cup! Mr. Yang Ming is not in good health and can replace wine with tea. ”

Everyone raised their glasses and drank together.

A scribe of the Peng family patted Song Xuan's ass as soon as he opened his mouth: "Mr. Dull Nest is famous in Guiyang for his poetry, and he must have added another good sentence recently." ”

Song Xuan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The thieves are attacking the city, how can they still be in the mood to compose poetry?" However, last year, Mengxia, I took the boy to swim in the rocks, and occasionally got two quatrains. ”

It is the foundation of Jiaxiu Building.

It was a natural rock stone in the river, and in the Wanli period, the governor of Guizhou relied on the rock stone barrier to build a high platform, and built a building on the high platform. The rock stone was renamed Aotou Rock, taking the meaning of dominating the leader; The high-rise building is called Jiaxiu Building, which takes the meaning of Jia's show.

In this year, Jiaxiu Building has not yet been built, but people often go to Zhuan Ji to play.

"May I read Mr. Dull Nest's masterpiece!" Another scribe hurriedly said.

Song Xuan belongs to the head of the talented people in Guiyang, and the talented people here refer to the poetry and have nothing to do with the imperial examination articles. His poetry talent is indeed excellent, and he often holds poetry meetings, and the scribes present are not all sycophants because of the Song family.

"Then I'll throw bricks and lead the way and get an axe in front of everyone." Song Xuan wrote two quatrains.

The two poems were quickly circulated during the feast, and from time to time there were applause and cheers.

When it was passed to Wang Yuan, he took a closer look, but it was: "Yanxia often paints and sees, and the end of the day is wide." After returning from fishing, the sky is twilight, and the child catches the fishing rod with a smile. ”

The poem must be a good poem, but the rebels are still at large, and it is awkward to read at this time.

Today's poetry meeting is very nonsense!

Everyone served it as soon as they were flattered, and they talked about the new poems from Jiangnan, and then began to drink and have fun.

Slightly drunk, Xi Shu got up and looked at it, and said: "Everyone, how about taking bamboo as a poem?" Today, I will meet friends with poetry, ask Mr. Yang Ming to be the judge, and elect a poet. ”

"That's a good idea." All are good.

Wang Yuan accompanied the three teachers, and at this moment he was also given paper and pen. He was too lazy to search his intestines and scrape his stomach, and asked Shen Fuxuan in a low voice: "Sir, have you ever publicized my song "Bamboo and Stone"?" ”

"Nope." Master Shen shook his head and smiled.

"That's right." Wang Yuan quickly copied Zheng Banqiao's poem and finished the work.

The scribes here were probably prepared, pretending to think one by one, and writing neatly and neatly. There are bamboo seas near Guiyang, and what they don't lack is the poetry of Yongzhu, which can be written directly from the old works.

Xi Shu is also exquisite, in order to take care of the students in Guiyang, the exam questions are very simple. Now he takes care of the scribes of Guiyang, and makes the theme of the poetry club simple, which is nothing more than to make these guys happy.

A scribe who specializes in poetry and singing has no eggs. But behind them, they are all big families in Guizhou, and if Xi Shu wants to carry out education, he must rely on these talented people.

A quarter of an hour later, more than a dozen poems were placed on the desk, and Wang Yangming was invited to taste the high and low.

Wang Yangming took out an article casually, which was written by a scribe of the Yue family: "Xi Xi is gradually in the east wind, and the bamboo color is new." Fubo is thousands of miles blue, and the building is full of spring. ”

This person is suspected of plagiarizing Tang poems, and only changed a few words.

"Good poetry."

Wang Yangming didn't debunk it, and while approving, he looked at the author with a smile, and looked at the person with a weak heart.

Appreciate several poems in a row, only Xi Shu and Song Xuan's poems can enter the eyes of Uncle Wang.

"Huh!"

Wang Yangming finally saw the song "Bamboo and Stone", smiled and nodded: "This masterpiece, please appreciate it together." ”

First of all, the poem was passed on to Xi Shu.

Xi Shu only felt that his eyes lit up, and when he saw the author's name, he immediately raised his glass and drank it all, and praised: "This poem should be accompanied by three glasses of wine!" Mr. Blunt Nest, you can taste it. ”

Song Xuan took the poem, recited it silently twice in his heart, and also raised his glass and drank: "This poem should not only be accompanied by wine, but I also want to make a picture for it." ”

The scribes present were all surprised, and immediately ignored the etiquette and came over to watch.

"Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks. Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south. ”

A scribe chanted aloud and couldn't help clapping his hands in admiration: "Looking at people with poetry shows the spirit and bones, this is a model of gentleman's poetry." I also serve three glasses of wine. ”

Another scribe asked, "Dare to ask who this Mr. Wang Yuan is?" ”

Wang Yuan immediately got up and said, "The kid is not talented, so he doesn't dare to be called a gentleman." ”

Everyone was surprised, but they didn't expect that the author of this poem was actually a teenager, and they all began to think about which Wang family disciple it was.

Even Song Gongzi couldn't believe it, he only knew that Wang Yuan did a good job, but he didn't expect to write poetry!

Master Shen stroked his beard and introduced: "This son's name is Wang Yuan, Wu Xi is his teacher, Xi Vice Xian is his teacher, and Mr. Yang Ming is his teacher. He also studied in the Song clan for two years and was also taught by Mr. Dull Wo. ”

"Sure enough, a famous teacher makes a high apprentice!"

All the scribes praised one after another, and they didn't think about which family Wang Yuan was.

Shen Fuxuan is really good at talking, obviously Wang Yuan wrote a good poem, and he used this to praise Wang Yangming, Xi Shu, Song Xuan, and himself.

Although Song Xuan did not teach Wang Yuan personally, he learned it from his Song clan. While accepting the compliment, he did not hesitate to mend, and asked with a smile: "Wang Yuan, I remember that you are not very old, right?" ”

Wang Yuan arched his hand and said, "I just turned fourteen years old. ”

"Prodigy too!"

The scribes were even more amazed, where has there ever been such a handsome person in Guizhou?

In the midst of praise, Song Xuan said to Wang Yangming: "The students are so good, Mr. Yangming must be as deep as the sea, it is better to ask Mr. to also compose a poem, so that I and other barbarian literati can open their eyes." ”

This kind of pretending to be a thing was often done by Wang Yangming when he was a teenager, and he could shock the four people by reciting poems casually. But he is already introverted now, and he will only write poetry when he is interested, and he is too lazy to mess with the group of poor literati in front of him.

"If it's empty." Wang Yangming called.

"The disciple is here!" Wang Yuan immediately got up.

Wang Yangming asked: "I didn't teach you how to compose a poem, how did you write this poem?" ”

Wang Yuan glanced at Master Shen and said nonsense: "Mr. recently asked me to recite ancient poems, or I may have gained something, and today I made a poem in a daze." ”

"That's the case," Wang Yangming said with a wicked smile, "You come to help the teacher compose a poem and comment on today's poetry meeting." ”

Write your sister's poems, and use poems to comment on poetry meetings!

Wang Yuan suddenly felt a headache, and he couldn't think of which one to copy for a while. He delayed his time and said, "Sir, may I first taste the psalms of all of you?" ”

"Take it." Wang Yangming handed over the poems written by others.

Wang Yuan pretended to be a sample poem, but his brain was running rapidly. Suddenly, he said to Master Shen: "Li Du's poems have been passed down by ten thousand mouths. ”

"Huh?" Shen Fuxuan was stunned, thinking that Wang Yuan had made the first sentence, and said approvingly, "Not bad." ”

Wang Yuan said to Wang Yangming again: "It is not new so far. ”

Wang Yangming tasted it for a moment and said with a smile: "Your poem is too loud, I'm afraid it won't end well." ”

"Whew!"

Through the temptation of the two, Wang Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that this poem has not yet come out. He immediately squandered the whole poem on paper, and at the same time warned himself that he could not pretend to be forced in the future.

"On Poetry": Li Du's poems have been passed down orally by thousands of mouths, and they are no longer new. There are talented people from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years.

All four were shocked.

Even Wang Yangming's expression was a little surprised.

If the previous "Bamboo and Stone" may be Wang Yuan's old work, then this "On Poetry" must have been made on the spot.

Wang Yangming asked him to comment on the poetry meeting, and he composed a "On Poetry", which is completely in line with the scene at this moment.

By the way, Wang Yuan also praised all the scribes present.

At least those scribes would think that the last two sentences were praising themselves, so while marveling at Wang Yuan's poetic talent, they also had a very good impression of Wang Yuan, a young man.

A talented man who specializes in reciting poetry, although it is useless to do practical things, he is a good hand at publicity. It is estimated that within this month, today's poetry will be able to spread all over the Guiyang literary circle. And the name of the prodigy Wang Yuan will gradually spread from the central Guizhou region to the whole Guizhou with those two poems.

Song Xuan is obsessed with poetry, and when he saw two good poems, he was not addicted, and said: "Wang Yuan, why don't you take Mengxia as the theme, how about you make another one?" ”

Wang Yuan didn't even write poetry, he was blind even copying poetry. He directly blocked the back road and said: "Mr. Blunt Nest, the kid has never learned to compose poetry, and he doesn't even understand the rules of composing poetry. The two songs just now were just occasional, and I really couldn't compose them. ”

Song Xuan laughed: "It's a good occasion, and I can get two songs at once." ”

All the scribes laughed, and they didn't believe Wang Yuan's nonsense.