In the autumn of the second year of Shangyuan, Yan Boyu, the governor of Hongzhou, rebuilt the Tengwang Pavilion on the side of the Ganjiang River, and planned to take advantage of the Chongyang Festival to hold a literary feast on the Tengwang Pavilion!

Yan Boyu has a son-in-law, named Wu Zizhang, who is good at writing prose and eulogies, and is conceited and talented, but his career is not smooth enough and is not reused by the imperial court.

Wu Zizhang and his wife Yan Juxiang suggested to Yan Boyu that they should find a way to make a name for themselves at the banquet of King Teng's Pavilion, so that their son-in-law would be a blockbuster and become famous in one fell swoop!

Yan Boyu thought about it and asked Wu Zizhang to prepare a preface in advance and memorize it well.

When the time comes, a poetry meeting will be held in the Tengwang Pavilion, and the sages will be finished, and they will offer poems one after another, and then imitate the Lanting Poetry Club, and write a preface on the spot, it is estimated that no one can write it in a hurry, and then it will be Wu Zizhang's turn to show his talents!

Wu Zizhang was overjoyed when he heard this, returned to the study and rummaged through the cabinets, looked for allusions to ancient books, carefully considered the words and sentences, repeatedly scrutinized, and wrote a preface.

At this time, Yan Boyu sent people to distribute heroic stickers and invited local officials and well-known literati to participate in the banquet. The main characters are: Yuwen Zhou Mu who stopped in Hongzhou on the way to his post, Meng Bachelor of the local word sect, General Wang who was in charge of the arsenal, and Guo Zhenjun who was in charge of the Xishan of Hongzhou.

A servant came back and reported, saying, "Just now I heard in the guest house that a talented man named Wang Bo has newly moved in, saying that he is going to the south to save his relatives, do you want to send an invitation letter?" ”

When Yan Boyu heard this, he became interested and said, "Wang Bo? Is that the prodigy who has dedicated his ode and written an essay? He's a world-famous figure, of course I'm going to invite him! Besides, he had been Li Xian's attendant before, and Li Xian had just been canonized as the crown prince, and his future was limitless! ”

The servant took the order, came to the guest house, and handed Wang Bo an invitation. When Wang Bo saw it, he was overjoyed, because he hadn't drunk wine with a well-known person for a long time, and he had recited poems, so he immediately agreed to go to the banquet.

The next morning, Wang Bo walked alone to the vicinity of King Teng's Pavilion to survey the terrain and enjoy the scenery.

On the day of the Double Ninth Festival, Wang Bo changed into a brand-new round-necked robe and a saro hat, holding a folding fan in his hand, and went to King Teng's Pavilion as a guest.

Wu Zizhang and Yan Juxiang were already standing under the attic to greet the distinguished guests, and when they saw Wang Bo, they accepted the invitation, bowed and said, "Mr. Wang, please from above!" Wang Bo shook the folding fan and slowly walked up to the pavilion.

When I came to the Tengwang Pavilion, I saw that the wine table and flower seats had been arranged, and there was a big case by the river, and the lower bunk scripture seat was obviously prepared for writing articles.

Yuwen Zhoumu, who came first, came over and shook hands with Wang Bo cordially, and said, "You are the prodigy who wrote "Ode to the Qianyuan Palace" and "Cockfighting"? Long admiration, long admiration, it is really a talent, it is better to be famous than to meet! Hehe. ”

Wang Bo also said: "Ashamed, ashamed! It's just a three-foot life, a scholar. There is no way to ask for help, waiting for the weak crown of the final army; There is a pen with a pen, the long wind of Mu Zongyu! How can you enter the eyes of Yuwen Prefecture Mu? ”

Yuwenzhou Mu Rong said: "Mr. Wang's export is a chapter, and his words are extraordinary!" Sure enough, the name is well deserved! He gave a thumbs up.

"Who said a scholar. If you have no way to ask for help, you can't attend the banquet? Everyone looked for prestige, and saw an old Confucian man coming up, also carrying a folding fan.

Yuwen Zhou Mu hurriedly stepped forward and said, "It turns out that Master Meng of the Ci Sect has arrived, welcome, welcome!" Hehe. Master Meng bowed his hand to everyone and said: "Meng is late, don't blame the princes!" ”

Seeing that the guests were almost here, Yan Boyu invited everyone to take their seats in order and prepare to serve food and wine. Sitting next to Wang Bo was a Taoist priest, a middle-aged man, holding a horsetail whisk dust, wearing a yellow purple fairy brown veil, wearing a hibiscus crown, and wearing round-toed broad-soled linen shoes.

The Taoist priest said to Wang Bo: "I have admired Mr. Wang's name for a long time, and I am not serving the Ming Lord in Chang'an, so I dare to ask Mr. where is the way back?" Wang Bo replied: "Hey, Wang has bad luck and a bad fate." Now a certain person has abandoned the fame of his life and plans to go to Jiaozhi County, thousands of miles away, to serve his father Lord Wang Fuqi day and night! ”

The Taoist priest raised his horsetail and brushed the dust, and said: "I heard that the sea area north of Jiaozhi County is very dangerous, there are three major risks: high winds, fast waves, and many reefs. ”

Wang Bo thanked him: "Thank you for the kind reminder, Wang must be careful!" ”

At this time, the red carp of the Ganjiang River was sent up, and General Wang greeted the VIPs and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, this is a special product of Hongzhou, please taste it, is it fresh, is it beautiful?" ”

Master Meng said to the Taoist priest: "Guo Zhenjun, don't worry about nagging, this Ganjiang red carp is really delicious!" "That Taoist priest is Guo Pu, the eldest disciple of Jingming Dao in Xishan, Hongzhou, and his Taoism is profound.

Guo Pu sandwiched a piece of red carp and put it in his mouth, and Wang Bo also took a bite of it, even calling it delicious.

The hairy crabs in Poyang Lake were also sent, and Yan Juxiang led the maid to start pouring wine for the VIPs, drinking the famous Yuzhang sake, which was sweet and sweet, mellow and fragrant, and had a long aftertaste.

Mr. Meng took a glass of wine, walked to the railing and looked into the distance, and chanted a poem:

The former people's reading place, the corner of the river.

There are waves sometimes, and there are idle clouds without days.

The early cool first swallow goes, and the sail is lonely after the return.

Before the camp was returned, the old lake was full of Lingge.

Yan Boyu clapped his hands and applauded: "It is worthy of being a word sect, and it will be chanted into four rhymes as soon as you drink it!" Everyone applauded. Yan Boyu took the opportunity to signal his son-in-law to take out the four treasures of the study, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Wu Zizhang brought the board, on which were placed the best pen, ink, paper, inkstone, Yan Boyu got up and said to the guests: "Thanks to all the distinguished guests for their faces, come to Tengwang Pavilion and participate in the cultural feast held by Yan, Yan would like to express his heartfelt thanks to you!" Applause rang out.

"The world is impermanent, places of interest cannot be visited often, and grand feasts are difficult to gather again, the Lanting assembly has become a vestire, and Shi Chong's Zize has also become a mound ruin. This cultural feast, the treasures of the world, the outstanding people, the ten-day vacation, the victory of friends like clouds, such a rare opportunity is not often there! ”

"Yan is not talented, I respectfully ask you to write poems according to the rhyme words you have been assigned, display the talents of Pan Yue and Lu Ji, and compose magnificent poems each, how about it?" "Good!" Everyone cheered in unison.

"Then, following the example of the ancient sages of the Lanting Assembly, I will first ask a talented person to write a preface as the general outline of the assembly, just like the "Lanting Collection Preface" written by the son-in-law of Dongbed!"

After Yan Boyu finished speaking, Wu Zizhang held the board and respectfully invited the guests, saying, "Please, please, please!" ”

First brought it to Bachelor Meng, Bachelor Meng had already heard the sound of the master's family, so isn't the East Bed Quick Son-in-law referring to Wu Zizhang? How else to write that? So the prevarication is not written.

Then it was brought to Yuwen Zhou Mu, Yu Wen Zhou Mu also understood the meaning of the master's family, smiled, and did not write.

Wang Bo, who was sitting in the distance, was impatient, seeing that the literati were all together, the host's family was hospitable and hospitable, and the requirements made were what everyone here was good at, why didn't anyone write it?

Wang Bo was very puzzled, and he had already prepared a farewell preface, and planned to dedicate it to the master before parting, in order to thank the master for his deep friendship! So he said silently in his heart: Let me come, let me come!

Wu Zizhang brought the board to General Wang, who smiled and said, "Wang can only dance with a sword, how can he dance with ink?" Don't write, don't write! ”

Brought to Guo Zhenjun again, Guo Zhenjun raised his ponytail and brushed the dust, and said with a smile: "The poor road will only pray and fast, in order to eliminate disasters and solve misfortunes, where will I write articles!" Don't write, don't write! ”

It was brought to the other guests, and the other guests did not dare to write, and finally called Wang Bo's wish.

When Wu Zizhang brought the case board to Wang Bo, Wang Bo got up excitedly and took the case board, walked to the big case, spread out the scroll, knelt on the scripture seat, and started writing!

Wu Zizhang leaned behind him to take a look, and the title read: "Autumn Denghong Mansion Tengwang Pavilion Farewell Preface".

According to Wang Bo's personality, it is natural to write out all the brewed chests for the literati to taste!

Yan Boyu saw that Wang Bo was unrelenting, his face suddenly gloomy, and he brushed his sleeves and went downstairs to change his clothes in the dressing room! It means that you Wang Bo don't understand the unspoken rules anymore, and my banquet is about to end, so let you stand in the attic and drink the northwest wind!

Wang Bo said in his heart: Hey, master, don't go, the late-born article is definitely not bad, and you are always satisfied! Late students dare to pack tickets, this article is the best one I wrote in my life, in order to repay your old hospitality! Why do you want to go?

Yan Boyu sat downstairs for a while, and then thought about it: The people who came here to attend the banquet were all well-known local literati and eunuchs, how could they offend them and make fun of the world because of a meal?

So he sent the officials to see what Wang Bo had written, to see if his articles were really better than those of his son-in-law. Wu Zizhang said beside him: "If that stunned young man doesn't write well, the son-in-law will teach him a lesson!" Hehe. ”

After a while, the government official entered the newspaper and said: "Yuzhang Ancient County, Hongdu New Mansion." Yan Boyu scoffed and said, "It's just a cliché!" ”

Another government official entered the newspaper and said: "The stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected to Henglu." Yan Boyu was silent, and Wu Zizhang said: "I can also write this!" ”

The government official reported again: "The three rivers and the five lakes are controlled, and the barbarian Jing is led to Ouyue." Yan Boyu and Wu Zizhang looked at each other and stopped making a sound!

The official also reported: "The Yawang of the Governor Yan Gong, the halberd is coming; Yuwen Xinzhou's Yifan, the curtain is temporarily stationed. Yan Boyu showed a smile at this time.

Then, Wang Bo's words became more and more magnificent, and the scenes described became more and more beautiful, one picture after another, beautiful! Moreover, the sentences are neat, the rhythm is sonorous and rhymed, and the allusions are properly embedded, which brings the beauty of the text to the extreme!

When I heard the government official's report, "The clouds are gone, and the rain is clear." Luoxia and the lonely bird fly together, and the autumn water grows together in the sky", Yan Boyu looked up to the sky and sighed: "Wang Zi'an is really a genius, this preface should be as immortal as the "Lanting Collection Preface"! ”

Wu Zizhang also admired: "It turns out that geniuses don't need to understand human feelings, they just need to show their talents to the fullest!" ”

Yan Boyu corrected: "It's not that Wang Zi'an doesn't understand the sophistication of human feelings, but he disdains the sophistication of human feelings!" Wu Zizhang said yes again and again, and the two went upstairs hand in hand to witness the birth of a famous article through the ages!

When I came upstairs, I saw that Wang Bo had basically finished writing the "Autumn Denghong Mansion Tengwang Pavilion Farewell Preface", and Mr. Meng and Yuwen Zhou Mu and other distinguished guests were tasting and praising this preface.

Wu Zizhang watched the scroll, and suddenly closed the scroll and shouted: "This is an old article, I have read it before, Wang Bo took the article of the sages as his new work, this is plagiarism and plagiarism!" ”

The crowd asked, "What evidence do you have that this preface is plagiarism?" ”

Wu Zizhang said proudly: "If you don't believe it, Wu can recite it in public!" After speaking, I recited it in public, and memorized it word for word from beginning to end!

The guests were skeptical. Wang Bo put away the folding fan and said calmly: "Mr. Wu is really a glance and ten lines, and he will never forget it!" The admiration of the late life is like the water of the Ganjiang River, gushing endlessly! ”

Wu Zizhang said with a smile: "Why should Zi Anjun admire? As long as we admit plagiarism and plagiarism, we are not guilty of the past, and we are still friends! ”

Wang Bo also smiled and said: "Late life, may I ask Mr. Wu, is there a poem behind this sage's article?" ”

"No poetry!" Wu Zizhang cut the railway.

Wang Bo asked again: "Is there really no poetry?" ”

"It's really no poetry!" Wu Zizhang said.

Wang Bo asked again: "Is there really no poetry?" ”

"It's really no poetry!" Wu Zizhang said.

Wang Bo shook off the folding fan and said loudly: "Okay! Please bear witness! After speaking, he came to the side of the big case, unfolded the scroll, and wrote:

King Teng's high pavilion is near Jiangzhu, and Pei Yuming Luan sings and dances.

The painting building flies to the south of the clouds, and the bead curtain rolls up in the west mountain rain at dusk.

The shadow of Xianyuntan is long, and the stars change a few degrees of autumn.

Where is the emperor in the cabinet now? The Yangtze River outside the threshold is artesian.

Wu Zizhang saw that Wang Bowen didn't add points, and he wrote four rhymes and eight sentences at once, and he was stunned, stood for a while, and had to retreat in shame.

Wang Bo deliberately left a word empty in the poem, and then gave the preface to Yan Boyu, and said goodbye: "Yan Gong is gracious, and he is grateful in his later life, so I would like to give this document to Yan Gong to talk about his meager intentions!" It's just that my father is thousands of miles away, and there has been a lot of delay, so I don't dare to delay any longer, so I said goodbye! ”

All the guests also returned the salute and said goodbye, Wang Bo hurriedly went downstairs, returned to the guest house to pack his luggage, and then went straight to the river to take the passenger boat to the south.

Yan Boyu turned around and carefully admired Wang Bo's preface with the guests, and suddenly found that the last sentence of the poem was empty of one word, which felt very strange.

Mr. Meng said: "Judging from the scene up and down this poem, it should be a water character. Yuwen Zhou Mu shook his head and said, "No, in my opinion, it should be a single word." ”

Yan Boyu shook his head and said, "Yan thinks it's wrong, everyone is guessing, not the author's original intention!" Come on, ride a fast horse to chase Wang Bo, and ask him to fill in the empty word! ”

The officials rode fast horses to the riverside, and saw that Wang Bo's passenger boat had arrived in the center of the river, so they had to come back to report it. Yan Boyu sighed and said, "Hey, it's a pity, such a good ancient famous text is missing a word!" I'm also going to frame it and hang it in the middle hall of King Teng's Pavilion! ”

All the guests also felt pity. At this time, Guo Zhenjun raised his ponytail and brushed the dust, and said with a smile: "Don't be discouraged, the poor road has its own way!" ”

Guo Zhenjun stepped upstairs, chanted spells and drew talismans, and then threw down a Dan talisman and turned into a flying carpet on the ground. Guo Zhenjun jumped on the flying carpet and shouted: "Get up!" ”

The flying carpet carried him into the air, flew out of the Tengwang Pavilion, and flew over the passenger ship in the center of the river, Guo Zhenjun shouted: "Fall!" The flying carpet landed steadily on the passenger ship.

Wang Bo hurriedly greeted him and asked, "Flying Immortals from the sky, Guo Zhenjun is okay?" Do you want to drink an urn of Yuzhang sake with you? ”

Guo Zhenjun said angrily: "Yan Gong entertained Mr. Wang warmly, but Mr. Yan had an empty word in the last sentence, what is the reason for teasing Yan Gong?" ”

Wang Bo smiled: "Guo Zhenjun is not in a hurry, how dare he empty a word in his later life?" That empty place is an empty word! Where is the emperor in the cabinet now? The Yangtze River outside the threshold is empty and artesian. ”

Guo Zhenjun patted his head and said, "How can you not think of such a simple word?" Hey, I broke my muscles and bones, and wasted a lot of mana! I'll go too! ”

After speaking, Guo Zhenjun jumped on the flying carpet again and shouted: "Get up!" "Take off into the air and fly straight into King Teng's Pavilion. After flying into the pavilion, without waiting for everyone to ask, Guo Zhenjun picked up his pen and wrote a blank word in the empty space.

Yan Boyu and the guests suddenly realized and sighed!

"Autumn Denghong Mansion Tengwang Pavilion Farewell Preface" was framed and inlaid on the middle hall of Tengwang Pavilion for guests to watch, and the guests referred to this candied preface as "Tengwang Pavilion Preface"!

Wang Bo's preface soon spread everywhere, reaching Chang'an and Luoyang.

The queen of heaven saw "The Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" and felt that her mouth was full of fragrance, so she read it to the emperor! When the Emperor heard this, he exclaimed, "What an immortal story! At the beginning, if Wang Bo had continued to dedicate "Ode to Ping Goguryeo", I would have promoted him to the rank of Chaosan doctor, but it was a pity that he went to write the essay. ”

"However, the famous texts of the ages are written in the midst of sorrow, and if Wang Bo's career is smooth sailing, I don't think he will be able to write such articles, but only some odes! So I was right to denounce him, let him suffer a little, be born of sorrow, and then be angry and write such a famous article! Hehe. ”