"Mr. Zhou is a great Confucian in the world, once an official to the imperial history of the Imperial Academy, passionate for the country and the people, is really a model for people in our temples, but unfortunately Mr. Zhou resigned in the prime of life, retreated bravely, and returned to the people, but it is really embarrassing for the court to lose a powerful minister."

Grandmaster Dao exclaimed: "Recently, Mr. Zhou traveled to the state city, and it happened that the official had the opportunity to see Mr. Zhou when he was in the palace examination that year, and he has always admired him, and he saw Mr. as if he saw a sage, so there was today's feast, so Mr. Zhou is today's guest of honor, come, sir, the grandmaster respects you a cup, in the past, Zong was far away in Shuzhong, Mr. was in Beijing, and he was not allowed to visit, but today he wished in his heart, when he was a big white!" ”

The room full of people raised their glasses and said in unison, "To Mr. Zhou!" ”

Zhou Lang raised his glass and drank it all with everyone, and the wine was toasted, and the atmosphere was like pure fragrant wine, becoming more and more intense.

Sitting at the main table were the Grandmaster Dao couple and their only daughter Zong Shengxian, Chen Ying and Chen Yu's sisters and brothers, Zhou Fuzi, and several officials in the state capital, and the other two tables were mainly state officials, wealthy families close to the Zong family in the city, and the children brought by these people.

Except for Grandmaster Dao, others don't have much impression of Zhou Fuzi, after all, many years have passed since the Kaixi Northern Expedition, and the war led by Han Yuxuan has not carved any traces on them, and Zhou Lang is just an imperial history who vigorously advocates support for the Northern Expedition, and everyone has never heard of it.

Therefore, everyone just followed the grandmaster and toasted a glass of wine, and the focus of attention shifted, and Chen Ying and Zong Shengxian's heavenly and national-like faces attracted the attention of most of the people present.

Wine drunk beauty, bright moon with pure heart. It is the night moon and the wind is clear, the hall is full of good guests, the literati are the majority, and soon, it has entered the popular wine order of this era, of course, the grandmaster is Shangguan, and the younger generation accounts for the majority, which is not suitable for the normal wine order of one person and one word, but it doesn't matter, this is difficult to read with an active mind.

"Master Zong's scholarly family, not only born in the martial arts, but also extremely good at writing, if you choose the literary examination, you will inevitably enter the front of the official family in one fell swoop, the real civil and military are complete, and I am the pillar of the Song Dynasty." After three rounds of wine and five dishes, a state official stood up, smiled like a flower and said with a full mouth: "I am so happy today, and there is a great Confucian like Mr. Zhou present, why don't you invite the talented people and talented women on the seat to write some poems, first, to congratulate the Zong in advance, and secondly, the autumn is coming to an end. ”

When he spoke, everyone immediately understood what he meant, the wine should be brewed by a beautiful woman, it should be mellow, the delicacies on the table were delicious, and if there were one or two poems that could be used to drink, it would add to the literary style and make the banquet look elegant and refined, especially if the two talented sons of law could write lyrics, it would be great.

Grandmaster Dao raised his mind and looked at Master Zhou, Zhou Lang stretched out his hand and said, "Please call the shots." ”

"Good! In this case, let the juniors show their talents. Grandmaster Dao smiled happily and stroked a long beard on his chin: "Just take the time limit of one stick of incense, and the incense will be received." I will be old and decrepit, and I will also make a judgment, and if I do well, I will be rewarded! ”

His wife was beside him, pursing her lips and smiling: "The master is always generous to his children. But women should not come out, so the daughters are exempt. ”

The Grandmaster said with affection, and echoed the lady with a smile: "Madame is right, then let the boys show their hands." ”

As soon as this remark came out, the people who were waiting to see the demeanor of the beautiful woman with careful thoughts were slightly disappointed, but it was inconvenient to express, so everyone immediately shouted loudly, full of enthusiasm, and a servant came over immediately, moved a few tables to stand aside, and the four treasures of the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and study room came up like a flowing water, and after a while, they set up a pomp and circumstance for writing.

Someone took an incense burner and inserted a piece of sandalwood into it, the incense was of the highest quality, and the hall was suddenly filled with fragrance.

More than 20 young people went over immediately, each occupied a table, held a pen and dipped it in ink, held back its strength and pondered, racking their brains to show their hands in front of Zhizhou.

"Nephew Chen Yuxian, you go too, let Uncle Zong take a look, you can grow over the years." Grandmaster Dao touched his beard and said to Chen Yu with a smile: "Although you are studying martial arts, you must know that reading martial arts does not mean that you will have to lead soldiers as generals in the future, I am also born in martial arts, and now I am not a civil official. ”

Chen Ying and Zong Shengxian sat together, talking quietly and reservedly, raised their heads when they heard the voice, glanced at their younger brother worriedly, and were about to say something to refuse, but they didn't guard against Chen Yu's big stinging and stood up, and said fearlessly: "Uncle Zong has words, and my nephew dares to disobey." ”

Looking at his Shi Shiran's fate, Chen Ying couldn't help but be stunned, knowing that her brother is better than her sister, she knows best how much ink Chen Yu has in her belly, although she has been studying, she hasn't put her mind on it, it's not bad to ask him to punch and play a leg dance gun and stick with a stick, it is too reluctant to make a good word in a short time on this occasion of testing the precipitation of intelligence.

Generally, when encountering this situation, Chen Yu will change his way to shirk, and his sister Chen Ying cooperates and fools the past, but today it is abnormal, Chen Yu is confident to go to spell writing with a group of students, which is too sensational.

Zong Shengxian leaned his head and whispered in Chen Ying's ear, "What's wrong with Erlang today?" So bold that you wrote him a draft? ”

Chen Ying shook her head, knowing that Grandmaster Dao cared about her younger brother's studies, but she didn't know that he would make this play at the banquet, where would he write a draft in advance for Chen Yu to bring.

It seems that her younger brother is going to be embarrassed, Chen Ying sighed secretly, the Chen family is also a Zhizhou, it is too embarrassing here, it is not good after all, she is already brewing in her heart, and she is ready to wait for her brother to write a preface that does not suppress the rhyme, and then make up for it herself and save the field.

Grandmaster Dao spoke, Zong Shengxian naturally didn't dare to stop him, and he could only look anxiously at Chen Yu, who was sitting in the middle of a group of young people waving a brush, and sweat for him.

At the other end of the table, in the gap waiting for the manuscript to be handed over, Grandmaster Dao and Zhou Lang were talking, Grandmaster Dao took a sip of tea and said: "Mr. Zhou has resigned for many years, and he has not heard of a great name in Shilin for a long time, why is he here today to seek a certain position of discipline in the academy?" Zong is puzzled, you must know that Mr. is talented, even if he is a dean, it is more than enough, and the position of discipline is too ......"

Listening to him groaning and not saying the next words, Zhou Lang knew what he wanted to say, smiled indifferently, and said: "Lord Zhizhou has won the award, Zhou Lang is dying, where is he worthy of the important responsibility of the dean, I begged each other today, but I want to continue to teach a student who has not become a talent in the academy." ”

"Oh?" Grandmaster Dao became curious and asked, "Where is the prodigy student who can make Mr. deign to learn from the county?" Is it Hezhou? ”

Zhou Lang touched the white beard on his chin, thought about it for a while, and then said: "It is from this county, if you want to say that you are a prodigy, this son can't afford it, if you want to say that you are stupid, but it is quite suitable, for the sake of it, it is difficult to say a word." ”

When the grandmaster heard him say this, he became more and more curious, and he was about to ask again, but he heard the applause of the crowd over there, and when he looked up, it turned out that the incense had burned out, and a stack of manuscripts had been collected.

"Come on, come on, all of you come to circulate and taste together." Grandmaster Dao sat in the chair and handed the manuscript to Master Zhou and several state officials, who were at least qualified to comment.

"No one is allowed to be partial, there is no first martial arts and no second, and you will meet friends with literature, so as to show your true colors." An official smiled and took the manuscript.

"It's good here, listen: white clouds and mangroves paint autumn. That's a good sentence! ”

"There are also here, perched crows flowing water and autumn light, and there are a few rows of bleak trees here. The question is very good, very rare. ”

Soon, a few good lyrics were pointed out, and everyone circulated and praised them, and the lyricist looked forward to the life, triumphant and pretended to be modest, and kept getting up and arching his hand, indicating that he was low-key.

Grandmaster Dao and Zhou Fuzi sat on the top, looking at the manuscript circulated, nodding constantly, Hezhou's literary style was prosperous, when Zhou Dunyi set up a academy to lay the foundation for learning literature here, these decades, there have been a lot of people to enter the scholars, although there is no extraordinarily outstanding figure, but in a corner of Shu dominated.

These students who came, most of the works can still be eye-catching, although there are no eye-catching masterpieces, but they are not bad, take them outside, they can also cope with the scene, the grandmaster said to look at them one by one, while nodding his head, while handing them to others.

Until he got a piece of manuscript paper.

"Huh? This is...... Jin Tang Chun? Grandmaster Dao took a manuscript, and after a cursory look, his eyebrows moved rarely, and he stood up unexpectedly, and said in a loud voice: "Everyone, don't be impatient, and listen to this song." ”

Everyone looked at him, and the one who could make the Grandmaster Dao, who had been on the palace test, react like this, must be the best tonight.

Grandmaster Dao took a slight breath, pressed the table with one hand and the paper in the other, stared with both eyes, and read aloud.

"There is a trace of light green between the curtains, a few clusters of low flowers on the wall, and the west wind is soft in the light rain at night, and it is powerless to be oblique."

"It seems that a person sleeps, blushing and not wearing lead, the cold green sleeves add sadness, and the sorrow is close to the crow."

His voice was high-pitched, and he read in such a low tone that he could hear it clearly even when he stood in the courtyard, and the people in the hall fell silent, and suddenly no one spoke.

Compared with this poem, the ordinary people who seemed to be in front of the giants just now were a lot shorter.

Those who are new to literature and ink can hear that this poem can definitely be used as the finale at the literary meeting in the Jiangnan area. The few people who were praised just now who were still looking left and right immediately shrank back.

Some whispered along with the chanting, some stared at each other in disbelief, and more people whispered and nodded with the people next to them.

So someone shouted, "My lord, which one is this handsome man's work?" ”

Grandmaster Dao's expression became strange, he looked at the payment on the manuscript paper again in disbelief, and then raised his head, hesitating and announcing with relief: "This is made by Chen Yu." ”

(End of chapter)