[The third update, red ticket, collection. 】

"Han Guanren is really talented!" Lu Ming read it twice, then came up and praised, "It's really a rare masterpiece." ”

Han Gang smiled bitterly and shook his head, he was not blind, and he was old and sophisticated, so he could see that Lu Ming's praise was insincere. Indeed, after the tampered poems, even Han Gang himself felt awkward to read, and he always felt that something was wrong, and the reading was not smooth at all.

Compared with the surrounding poems, the one written by Han Gang, if you don't consider Pingxuan, can barely be regarded as eye-catching, but it is by no means surprising. Compared with the height of the original poem, which is claimed to be a hundred years old, it can be said that life has been ruined.

Han Gang watched for a long time, sighed, and finally saw the problem. In order to harmonize with Wang Anshi's two six-character poems, he deleted a sentence from the original work, but destroyed an eternal term. Ma Zhiyuan's original poem sings and sighs three times, touching and long-lasting. But after Han Gang deleted a sentence, it made the rhythm of this song mess up.

Wang Anshi's 'Thirty-six Spring Water' is a sentence, the tone is like a turn, full of charm, and it is a scene, which is appropriate to bring up the last sentence of "Baishou wants to see Jiangnan". And "Ancient Road West Wind Thin Horse", a sentence of three things, the sense of jumping is too strong, followed by "Broken Intestine Man in the End of the World", a little less buffer, of course it is not smooth to read. If you want to correct it, you must put another sentence in the middle.

Han Gang shook his head and laughed at himself: "After all, it's not the material for writing poetry. ’

It is no wonder that Jia Dao hesitated for a long time between deliberations, and it is no wonder that Ouyang Xiu recently revised Han Qi's "The Story of the Dayjin Hall", but added a "and" word in the first two sentences - changed 'Shi Eun to the general, rich and noble to return to his hometown' to 'Shi Eun to the general, rich and noble to return to his hometown', the difference in one word, the prime minister's grace and bearing were revealed in the two sentences.

Dipping it in ink and lifting the pen again, Han Gang added four more words after the third sentence, retreated to Lu Ming's side, and said with a straight smile: "It's good to ...... like this."

"The sun is setting?" Lu Ming muttered.

Han Gang turned his head and smiled: "I originally wanted to write about meeting Brother Mingde on Chang'an Road, but I didn't have enough talent in the next poem, and I couldn't read it smoothly if I didn't add four words in vain." It's just that it's not six words, and there is no such law in the world. ”

Lu Ming only heard the previous sentence, and he couldn't hear the next few sentences of Han Gang, he read, watched, and his body trembled violently, could it be that he was written in this poem?!

"The disemboweled man is at the end of the world...... The broken intestine is ...... at the end of the world" Lu Ming read it over and over again, tears streaming down his face, like a mad demon. Forty years of study, thirty years of trying, in the end all the hard work is in vain. He always boasted in front of people, but he didn't understand what the situation was actually like.

"Don't take the test...... Lu Ming sighed lowly, and suddenly burst out again, "Don't take the test!" ”

"Don't take the test?" Han Gang froze and didn't react for a while.

"What's the test?! Shame on people again? Lu Ming smiled with relief, "With the talent of an official, he still doesn't dare to take the Jinshi exam, Lu Mingcai is not as angry as an official, but he still has extravagant hopes, it is not enough to take the exam once or twice, and he has been taking the exam for thirty years." It's time to wake up from your dreams, and it's time to wake up from your dreams! ”

He slammed Han Gang to the ground, "Thank you to the officials for taking the lead and helping Lu Ming get rid of the nightmare." ”

In ancient times, there was a clear understanding of chess, and there was enlightenment in the water, and I couldn't imagine that I would be able to read poetry and awaken today. Lu Ming has been obsessed with the imperial examination for decades, and he was awakened by a poem. Han Gang didn't know what to say for a while, did he want to say, 'The prodigal son turned back, good and good'?

Lu Ming straightened his waist, didn't say much, turned around and walked out, the figure that was originally a little obscene, but now it seems to have become much taller.

Han Gang looked back at the original "Tianjingsha" on the wall, according to the rules, it was to be inscribed, but he picked up the pen, and after thinking about it, he shook his head and put the pen down.

Forget it! If it's not your own, it's not your own. Since he came to this era, he has struggled, fought, and finally earned an official body, all relying on his own ability. I have no poetry at home, and it makes no sense to rely on the reputation I have stolen, and I have to be afraid of this, so as not to be exposed - why bother?

This poem is good, but it is redundant to oneself.

Han Gang turned around and strode out of the hall without looking back.

A moment later, a crowd poured into the side hall through the side door.

The voice of the loud voice echoed in the hall: "Cai Yuanchang, you have arrived at the West Taiyi Palace, and you haven't read the two poems and six words of Wang Dashen?!" ”

"Aren't you in a hurry to get in?" Cai Jing defended himself, "What's more, I have already memorized it." ”

"Such a masterpiece, how can you not see the original product with your own eyes?!" With a loud voice, he walked around the hall and stood where Han Gang was standing, "Oh, it's here!" …… Hey, who took the veil down? ”

"Probably the two of them who were in the temple just now." Cai Jing said that the tall young man who had just passed by made a deep impression on him. Especially a pair of somewhat sharp eyebrows and eyes, so sharp that they seem to be able to see through people's hearts, not like young people in their twenties should have.

"It seems that I left a poem." Zhao Zizheng held the brush with the ink not dried and knocked on the inkstone that still had residual ink. 'Waste of pen and ink!' He shook his head to himself. Wang Anshi's two six-character poems are many, but none of them can be eyed. Speaking of coming from home, I also want to be with the last two songs, which can be used for one night, and I haven't held back a word. Wang Jue's rich poems are easy to learn, and the words of gold and jade that are pleasing to the ear are piled up, and the picture is bright and pleasing to the ear. But Wang Jiefu's poems are plain and interesting, and they can't be learned without decades of accumulation.

"Here!" The loud voice pointed to the handwriting left by Han Gang, a few lines of words were dripping with ink, obviously not long after he wrote it, he looked over, only looked at it twice, and exclaimed, "...... Who wrote this?!! ”

Qiang Shuzhong also grabbed Cai Jing's sleeve, "Yuan Chang, who did you see wrote it?!" ”

Cai Jing was also shocked by this new poem, and was silently reading it, when his cuffs were pulled, and he threw it away impatiently, "Qiang Shuzhong, don't make trouble!" ”

Shangguan Yanheng read it out loud: "Withered vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and west wind and thin horses, the sun sets, and the broken intestines are at the end of the world." After reading it, he sighed, as if admiring, but shook his head again, "It's not a poem, it's a song, it's just that I've never heard this rhythmic order......"

"This 'sunset' is added later." Cai Jing pointed to Han Gang's later sentence, which can be easily seen from the arrangement structure of the poems on the wall.

"The finishing touches are nothing more than that." Qiang Shuzhong sighed, "Four words and one plus." The flavor is long, like pickled olives, and the more you chew it, the more flavorful it becomes. ”

"Stroke of genius! A stroke of genius! The loud voice was full of praise for the four words 'sunset', "These four words are flying from the sky, impeccable!" ”

"Who the hell is this!?" The scholars shouted. This poem is not titled, but it is placed horizontally here, and all the scholars present are all tribute students of Jinke. Cai Jing Cai Yuanchang, Zhao Tingzhi Zhao Zhengfu with a loud voice, as well as Shangguan Jun Shangguan Yanheng, as well as Qiang Jun Ming Qiang Shuzhong and Qiang Yuan Ming Qiang Yin Ji are all talented and conceited. Among the thousands of people in Tokyo today, it is somewhat famous. For others, Jinshi is as difficult as climbing to the sky, but in the eyes of several of them, it is like picking up things. But now that they have seen the new song Xiaoling of the unqualified law added to the wall, they are all amazed and ashamed.

"Isn't it the two people that Fang Cai Yuan saw before? They must have just come out of the city, right? Qiang Yuanming rushed out of the hall as he spoke, looked left and right, except for a fireworker with a broom, there was no second person, and then turned back and asked Cai Jingdao: "Cai Yuanchang!" Don't you see people? What does it look like? ”

"It doesn't have to be them!" Cai Jing shook his head. He always felt that neither of the two people who passed by could write the image of this Xiaoling, one was too young, the other was too obscene, both were not like each other. He went to find the fireworker who was sweeping the floor in the courtyard outside the palace, as well as the temple in the palace, and asked, "How many people have come out of this side hall just now?" ”

Huogong Daoist and Miao Zhu glanced at each other, and then replied: "If you return to Xiucai, there are only two." ”

Cai Jing was stunned for a moment, could he have guessed wrong, he confirmed: "Is it a tall man in his twenties, and an old Confucian in his fifties with a white face and beard?" ”

"That's right! Right! That's them! The fireworker nodded hurriedly and exclaimed, "Today afternoon, except for a few Xiucai, there are only two of them. ”

'Two people? Which one is written, exactly? Zhao Tingzhi frowned and thought. He was a little unhappy in his heart, such a superb product, next to Wang Anshi's two poems and six words, how could he not write a book? If it is written by himself, he will definitely be sandwiched in the name post and handed people everywhere, with this one, the Prime Minister's Mansion can enter.

"Which of them exactly?" Qiang Junming asked.

"Do you still need to ask?!" Cai Jing's voice was amazingly loud, "'The heartbreaker is at the end of the world!'" 'Can the younger generations who have just become a crown ceremony write it?!' ”

Everyone shook their heads together, of course this is impossible! The meaning of this poem is simple, but the meaning is quite profound, not a dying old man who has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, physically and mentally exhausted, how can he write such words? !

"Where are they from?" Shangguan Jun asked the fire worker.

The Huogong Daoist shook his head to indicate that he didn't know, and the temple said, "I just heard the sound like it was from Kansai." ”

Cai Jing squinted his eyes and speculated that he liked such brain-using activities very much: "Around fifty, it's a Shaanxi accent again...... It's either a special name, or it's exempt from tribute. Such people are not difficult to find, and there are only about 100 of them in each subject. Wait until you finish the exam and ask for it. ”

Zhao Tingzhi, Shangguan Jun, the Qiang brothers and a few others all pondered for a moment after hearing this, and soon nodded together, "What Yuan Chang said makes sense!" When the exam starts, you will definitely know. ”

Cai Jing glanced back at the poems on the wall again, and said with a smile: "But such good sentences, you don't need to wait for the exam to start, I'm afraid it will be spread all over Tokyo in three or five days." When the time comes, Wang Dashen may also look for him. ”

[It shouldn't be difficult to guess my intention to deliberately write this chapter, right? ] 】