Enter the Juxian Hall, look around the lakeside, or some people sit on the bluestone, or some people sit under the green bamboo, or some people play barefoot by the water.

Meng Yi entered it, and saw that the students in the world could only shrink in this small hall, which was both emotional and pitiful.

These people, although they are not necessarily the pillars of the empire, are also the backbone of the empire, and now only this small Juxian Hall can become a place for them.

In the past five years, the first emperor has greatly promoted the cool law, the people dare not speak easily, the hundreds of families have been slaughtered, and the Legalist family is dominant, making the world's talented people useless, which is really sad, sad and pitiful.

Meng Yi casually found a place to sit down, there were many people here, his arrival did not attract the attention of others, he sat quietly in it, watching the lake scenery and listening to the sound of water.

After a while, Fusu Gongzi came to the courtyard of Juxian Hall, and everyone saw it from afar, and they all got up and saluted, and bowed their hands.

"The student has seen Fusu Gongzi."

Everyone is very pious and respectful, and in their hearts, the prince of Fusu is like a grace to recreate, willing to take in their group of weak scholars, and they are grateful in their hearts.

Fusu walked to the water pavilion, looking at the literati from all over the world, with an indifferent face, as the so-called gentleman's friendship is as light as water, and the literati meet each other, and there is no need to win the greetings and politeness.

Fusu went straight to the topic and said: "It coincides with the middle of August, the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and everyone will gather in the hall, in addition to meeting friends with literature, but also enjoying the festival with everyone, which is really beautiful." ”

Every major festival, the prince of Fusu will be anxious to kneel down the people and rioters gathered here, and everyone will meet friends and spend the festival together, and the expenses are all paid by the eldest princess herself.

This is really a great joy for literati who have a little coquettishness in their bones.

Over time, such a situation has long become the custom of Juxiantang.

"Today, as usual, I will come up with the question, and you will express your own words, and everyone will speak freely and directly." Fusu Gongzi said.

These literati are full of poetry and books, especially like literary fights, everyone meets friends with literature, reciting poems, and enjoys it, so unhappy, and this is also the favorite pastime of their literati.

Either the ancients had good literary equipment, and people couldn't do without poetry and songs, but modern people, except for computers and mobile phones, it is really difficult to find other ways to entertain.

When encountering something shocking, he will only say: "I rub,".

However, the ancients had a lot more to say, such as: talented and high-level eight buckets, learning service office, heroic posture, lupine scarf, etc., these adjectives, how brilliant they are.

On the other hand, everyone heard Fusu's words, and their hearts were eager to try, waiting for Gongzi to come up with a question for everyone.

"The flowing water is murmuring, the water is clear and the lake is as quiet as a mirror, today's first question, why not take 'water' as the topic?" Fusu said.

The ancients can be said to have given a rich cultural connotation to "water", and throughout the 5,000-year history of China, the literati who described water people were endless.

And the ancestors have a saying that also confirms this: "Where there is water, there is spirit", usually where there is water, it is the place where the aura gathers, and it is also the place where it prospers for a long time.

After the scholars immediately responded, the first round of cultural fighting began.

Fusu sat and watched, and didn't notice that Meng Yi was watching him not far away.

At this time, there was a jade-faced boy who stood up, looking at this person's appearance, he was radiant, handsome and galloping, and he was one of the few people who were wealthy, but only those who liked literature.

"Childe, I'll come first."

The little student came to the proofing first, and immediately said: "Yang Zhishui, don't flow salary." His son will not fight with me. Huaiya, Huaiya, the moon is returned? ”

"Good!!"

After hearing his poems, Fusu applauded, this poem is smart and soothing, which is just in harmony with this situation, which can be called wonderful.

Seeing that Xiaosheng was praised by Fusu Gongzi, and others did not dare to lag behind, next to the southeast of the Water Pavilion, a scholar from a poor family stood up and said: "Brother Zifeng is so literary and talented, it is really admirable to bring "National Wind Yang Zhishui" at his fingertips. ”

The little student named Chu Zifeng immediately returned the salute and said: "It's just proofing, throwing bricks and attracting jade, this doesn't lead Brother Yueming out, but also asks Brother Yueming to cheer everyone." ”

The relationship between these scholars is also very good, and when they heard the two joking with each other, everyone in the courtyard laughed.

Yan Yue also smiled clearly, and replied: "Brother Zifeng praises it so much, then it is also ugly." ”

After that, he immediately chanted a poem: "Flowing water, the dynasty is in the sea." The flying falcon is carried and stopped. Flowing water, its flowing soup soup. The flying falcon is flying and flying. ”

Different from Chu Zifeng's poems, this scholar named Yan Yueming compared the lake in front of him to rivers, the rushing rivers such as the sea, and the birds in the sky flying quickly, perfectly creating a painting.

Compared with the previous one, it can be said to be better.

Meng Yi watched it quietly, and saw that many scholars at the scene were eager to try, and the scene was very harmonious, and he sat down inside, silently listening to them reveal the books they had read over the years.

Wensheng has the pride of Wensheng, they all have an obsessive heart, that is, they don't want to lose, and no one wants to make people feel that they have studied less.

As more and more people stand up to show their level, Guan Wensheng fights with Wensheng, and the scene is not inferior to those martial artists fighting each other with their fists.

"Sile Pan water, thin picking its celery. Lu Hou stopped, and looked at his words. It staggered, and the sound of luan. No small or big, from the public to the Mai. ”

"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. Tracing back to it, the road is obstructive and long. Tracing from it, it is like being in the middle of the water. ”

"The water of the waves is clear, and you can wet my hair; The water of the waves is turbid, and you can wet my feet. ”

"The spirit snake swallows the elephant, how big is it? Black water Xuantoe, where are the three dangers? If you don't die, what will happen to your life? Where is dace? Where is the heap? ”

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I heard many students competing with each other at the scene, the scene was once hot, jaw-dropping, who said that Wensheng is not crazy, and now Wensheng is fighting, it is also quite powerful.

However, Meng Yi listened to their poems, but he always felt that something was missing, now it is the Qin Dynasty, more than 2,000 years ago, and more than 1,000 years ahead of the Tang and Song dynasties, when Chinese poetry and songs were prevalent.

Today's literati read very few poems, just listen to their poems, Meng Yi does not necessarily know, but also listens to seventy-seven-eighty-eight, most of the poems recited by these scholars are "Book of Songs", "Chu Ci", "Tianwen" and other pre-Qin classics.

For them, they are indeed well-educated people, but for Meng Yi, the poems they recite are less prosperous than the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty and the changeability of the Rich Song Dynasty.

Listening too much, for a modern person, it is always boring, not like Tang and Song poems, or pathos, or heroic, or tender like water, or iron like a mountain.

No matter how long you listen to it, you don't find it boring.

Therefore, Meng Yi decided to use Tang and Song poems to teach these literati of the Qin Dynasty what is really poetry and songs, and what is the real demeanor of everyone.

(Note: It's not that Baozi belittles the poetry of the pre-Qin Dynasty, it's just that the poetry of that era is condescending and obscure, and it is not as down-to-earth as Tang and Song poetry.) ）

Just as one of the scholars finished speaking, suddenly a completely different voice came from the farthest place, only to hear Meng Yi say: "The tide of the Spring River is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together. Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlit flowers and forests are like hail. ……”

"Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year. I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water. ……”

For a while, Meng Yi's voice echoed in the Juxian Hall, and the poems he recited instantly captured everyone's hearts.

His poems are not only catchy, but also beautifully worded, and the scenery of the bright moon on the sea that he describes immerses everyone in the scene he depicts.

Juxiantang, which was originally restless, was quiet in Meng Yi's poems, and they quietly fantasized about the beauty of the poems, which made people's unconsciously mood relaxed.

Meng Yi directly recited a poem "Spring River Flower Moonlit Night", with the last poem: "I don't know how many people return to the moon, and the falling moon shakes the river trees." ”

By the end of the day, the riverside scenery he described was perfectly sublimated, and everyone was immersed in it.

If the poems they say are only used for literary fighting, while the poems that Meng Yi says want to outline a beautiful picture, it can be said that his poems are more ornamental, and their artistic value is definitely higher.

After he finished speaking, the scene immediately cast the eyes of countless people, and those eyes looked at Meng Yi with burning eyes, as if they had discovered a new continent.

Almost everyone burst into thunderous applause at the same time, and heard so many poems, which was a poem that surprised everyone.

Seeing that they all applauded themselves, Meng Yi was also deserved, after all, this poem was not made by himself, but the status of this poem is extraordinary.

Back then, Zhang Ruoxu used this poem to overwhelm the whole Tang Dynasty, which shows his status in the rivers and lakes.

If it weren't for Meng Yi saying this poem that amazed the history of the Chinese literary world, many people would not have noticed his existence, and many people looked at Meng Yi and didn't remember that there was such a number one person in Juxian Hall.

Most of these scholars know each other, but for Meng Yi, they don't know each other at all, could it be that Fusu Gongzi was newly recruited into Juxian Hall?

After all, the prince of Fusu always likes to accept those lonely and helpless literati.

"Dare to ask this brother Ren's name?" Chu Zifeng stood up, bowed to him, and asked.

At this time, Meng Yi also stood up, and Fusu was shocked after really seeing his honor clearly.

"Yes...... ...... Meng"

"I'm Tuoba Yi!!"