Chapter 430 I don't know what to do

Just like the gathering of martial artists, it is inevitable to test swords, guns, arrows, kung fu, swallowing heavy drinks, and eating large pieces of meat, the banquet between literati, if there is no wind and moon, it is less elegant, and this is also a good opportunity to show their talents, how can the scholars in the hall miss it.

In troubled times, martial arts is the most important, and the rule of the world is precious, this is the eternal truth, the current Tang Dynasty, can be described as the country and the people, the world is peaceful, has presented the image of governing the world, the style of writing slowly began to rise, from top to bottom, Li Shimin set an example, the gentry below, the wealthy families, the folk scholars, naturally understand the future direction of the wind.

However, at the same time of emphasizing the text, it also maintained the atmosphere of martial arts, martial arts, rigidity and softness, this is the right principle of governing the country, the Han and Tang dynasties, grasped very accurately, but the two Song and Yuan Ming dynasties behind, but because of choking and waste, took the extreme road, the status of the martial arts declined rapidly, greedy for life and afraid of death, the literati did not know the soldiers, so there were three hundred years of shame and shame.

Even if he has an easy-going temperament and has the idea of going with the flow, but at some point, Han Rui feels that he should also have a sense of responsibility that is unique despite tens of millions of people, and the taste of creating history is really like walking on thin ice, turbulent, thrilling......

Han Rui was distracted again, fortunately, the minds of everyone in the hall were no longer on drinking and having fun, and they looked at the few old men on the table, to be exact, they should be paying attention to the poems in their hands.

"Okay."

"Not bad."

"Quite impressive."

A few old men with pale beards, after carefully watching the poems made by the scholars outside, stroked their long beards and bowed their heads gently, and their evaluations were only average, but they were also rare praise.

After all, the people in the hall are the mainstay of Jingzhou's talented world, and they can be called the leading figures in the state and county schools.

It doesn't matter if it's fair or not, it's always been relative, everyone in the hall must think that this is a matter of course, but in the eyes of people outside, this is unfair, however, for scholars who have not been invited, it is another idea.

Hearing these comments, some people are very happy, after all, no matter how bad the talent is, there is also a big explosion of character, when the literature and thinking are like a spring, if someone has a flash of inspiration and made a wonderful poem, it is not impossible, fortunately, there is no accident today, everyone is at ease.

Next, it was an internal dispute, the young scholars in the hall looked at each other, and there was another burst of sparks, one of them stood up, arched his hand and smiled: "If you can get the praise of several gentlemen, it must be a rare masterpiece, I don't know if I can show it, let me wait to observe and learn." ”

Everyone said yes, opened their mouths to ask, a few old men smiled at the corners of their mouths, and understood what they meant, and passed the note down casually, everyone saw it, some people were secretly shocked, some people looked down on it, some people were calm, and their reactions were different, and so on.

After a while, an old man smiled and asked, "What do you think?" ”

"A masterpiece, a rare masterpiece......" everyone said in unison, either sincerely or hypocritically.

Some people are like this, for those who are higher than themselves, out of jealousy, they are always unwilling to admit it, and they belittle them as much as possible, but when they find that this person is not as good as themselves, then they behave very kindly.

"In that case, you can't let people be pretty." The old man smiled and said, "I also have to compose a few songs and send them out for comment, which is a courtesy." ”

"Reasonable, reasonable." Several old men bowed their heads lightly, with smiles in their eyes, ready to watch the excitement.

"Pen, ink, paper, inkstone......"

Even the polite excuse has been saved, a group of young talents have been gearing up, ready to show their skills, and the maids waiting outside the hall have not slackened, holding the four treasures of the study, the dark fragrance is full of fragrance, and it is distributed.

The ink is oily, the paper is exquisite, exudes a simple and elegant aroma, the pen is a first-class wolf pen, after the ink, the soft and hard are moderate, the circle turns freely, and it is placed on the plate in a neat and orderly manner.

When people heard that they were going to write poems, they were very conscious, so they tidied up the table, but Han Rui didn't move, and the maid frowned slightly, a little embarrassed, and said lightly: "Childe, you ......"

"It's good to put it aside, I'm just a shallow learner, and I don't want to be ugly in front of people, so I shouldn't need it." Han Rui smiled, it was purely a kindness, so as not to discourage everyone's enthusiasm.

The maidservant was stunned, and did not know whether to admire his calmness or despise his ignorance and unskill, but she also obeyed the order, put the case next to the table, and stepped back.

At the end of the seat, there were not many people who paid attention, and now, everyone had nothing else in their minds except for poetry and articles, and even if they noticed this matter, they pretended not to see it and didn't bother to pay attention to it.

"Sir, what are you going to do?" Someone asked, and everyone hurriedly listened attentively.

Several old men discussed in a whisper, and one said with a smile: "There is no limit, you can play as you please." ”

When everyone heard this, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief, the article was okay, the poems and the like, what they were afraid of was to limit the topic, which was not conducive to playing their true level, but there were too many choices, and some people were undecided.

The young man who came with Han Rui was guilty of indecision, hesitated for a while, did not set the topic, and when he saw the person next to him, he had already begun to raise his pen, and when he was about to put down the pen to write, his heart suddenly became anxious, and he hurriedly moved sideways and whispered: "This brother, what are you going to do......

Without waiting for Han Rui to respond, seeing the situation in front of him, the young man was stunned and said in surprise: "Brother Tai, how are you... Not planning to write poetry? ”

"I'm tired of it, I'm too lazy to write." Han Rui said with a smile.

The young man was speechless, this was clearly a pretext, he looked at the talents gathered in the hall, he didn't have the slightest confidence, and he couldn't help but sigh softly, but he still persuaded in a low voice: "Brother Tai, even if you can't compete with them, you can't give up on yourself, and you can at least leave a little impression by presenting it to a few gentlemen." ”

"It's fine." Han Rui thought about it and felt that not writing anything was indeed a bit maverick, but it was more attention-grabbing, so he moved away from the plate of food and wine glasses, flicked the table, put away the four treasures of the study, drew a pen, and played with it at will.

"Brother, what are you going to write?" The young man whispered again for advice.

Han Rui smiled: "It's easy to do, write whatever you see." ”

"So what do you see now?" The young man asked, with an iron heart, to learn from Han Rui's question.

"Sparrow."

"What?" The young man was stunned.

"Don't you see, sparrow on the screen." Han Rui gently stretched out his hand, pointed to the embroidery of the sparrow on the screen, and said with a smile: "I write a poem about birds, what do you think?" ”

The young man groaned, nodded and said, "Poetry is feasible. ”

"If it's feasible, then write it." Han Rui smiled, but did not put pen to paper, but looked at everyone in the hall.

At this time, someone had already written, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't hide the pride in his heart, and when the ink dried a little, he immediately got up and said: "It's done, please ask a few gentlemen to be elegant." ”

"Very well, bring it up." An old man signaled, and the man's heart was happy, holding the paper in both hands, and presented it respectfully, and then drifted away.

"Sir, mine is also written." There must be one and two, I am afraid that a few old people will have preconceived ideas and judge that person is excellent, and others are not far behind, and they have handed over their own poems.

"Don't rush, wait for us to savor it slowly." An old man said kindly: "You are the same, when you write poems and poems, you should be calm and not impetuous. ”

This is to warn those who have not completed the poem, Han Rui's eyes flashed with a touch of respect, worthy of being a great Confucian, knowledgeable, and not bad morals, which makes people respectful. The old man was appeasing them, but whether he could listen to it or not depended on his personal understanding and cultivation, Han Rui turned sideways, glanced at the young man next to him, and found that he calmed down and wrote poems carefully, and couldn't help but have two more points of praise, at least, he was still a talent that could be created.

took the pot and poured himself a glass of wine, Han Rui took a sip gently, and he was hesitating in his heart......

After a while, the young man put down his pen and admired his poems, which should not be very bad, looked up, and found that the last few people had already gotten up and were about to present the notepaper, and were about to stand up, when he suddenly turned sideways and said urgently: "Brother Tai, your singing poem is ready." ”

"Alright, hand it over for me." Han Rui gestured casually, and drank the cup again.

Without looking closely, the young man copied the notepaper, subconsciously, put his poems on it, hurriedly left the table, presented it to a few old men, and slowly retreated. The young man returned to the table and sat down, and when he saw an old man watching with a notepad, he immediately became nervous, his hands were clenched tightly, his body was tense like a longbow pulled out, and his hair was faintly sweating.

Seeing this situation, Han Rui chuckled and comforted: "Don't worry, with me, you won't be at the bottom." ”

After careful observation, he found that there was no discoloration on the old man's face, and he picked up the paper below to watch, and the young man breathed a sigh of relief, and was also a little confused, and whispered: "Brother Tai said this." ”

"Huh."

"Because ......" Han Rui was about to explain, almost at the same time, the old man who was watching the paper looked at the strange color of the poem in his hand in surprise.

"Master Qiu, what's wrong?" Someone immediately asked, others also paid close attention, and their reactions were not slow, and they opened their mouths one after another, and several old men sitting at the same table with him also asked strangely: "Brother Qiu, what's the matter?" ”

Qiu Fuzi frowned slightly, as if he was a little dissatisfied, and said solemnly: "There is a song here, you can take a look at it, it's really ...... Unintelligible. ”

Everyone was stunned, and when they heard the first half of the words, they thought that this was a wonderful poem, which caused Qiu Fuzi to applaud the case, but they didn't expect that it was actually a sharp reprimand, which made some people's mood turn around and blossom.

"Poetry, ambition also, in the heart for the ambition, speech for poetry." Qiu Fuzi said angrily: "But you see, what kind of poem is this, there is no rules to speak of, it is messy, is it not the talent of my Jingzhou scholars?" ”

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