"Wu Qian, Liu Kezhuang, Wu Wenying, Zhao Mengjian. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Zhao Zheng looked at the most influential literati in the Lizong period, and secretly rejoiced that these four people were not in Lin'an.

Zhao Zheng looked at the list of a group of officials with relatively literary names in his hand, and secretly said that he proposed that this poetry meeting was still a little too frivolous, and there were as many as eleven official poems in the court.

Although it is not famous in history, any poem will be dazzling in later generations.

Fortunately, I only tried the artistic conception, and fortunately, I only asked for a tie, as long as I was recognized by some officials. If it weren't for this incident, it wouldn't have been difficult for those officials and scholars to recognize that vernacular poetry still has merit, but now that the two sides are directly facing each other, it's hard to say.

To be on the safe side, it seems that we have to buy off a few scum from the other party......

At the same time, Zhao Zheng is also praying, Tagore, Shelley, Byron...... You have to hold on. You must know that you are dealing with literati and artists in the heyday of Chinese history.

Don't be too ugly to die.

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The national teacher is going to hold a poetry meeting, and this news has only been leaked for less than half a day and has spread throughout Lin'an, and the first words of the people of Lin'an when they meet today are: "Do you know? The national teacher is going to have a poetry meeting, and he wants to discuss poetry with those officials......"

The people have enough enthusiasm and curiosity about Zhao Zheng, so they focus not on what kind of strange existence vernacular poetry is, but on how Zhao Zheng composes poems.

The burial autumn garden was originally a place where scholars often gathered together to chant poems, and it has a great reputation in Lin'an Shilin, and today I heard that the national teacher is going to hold a poetry meeting here, and the people are even more unable to drain the water around the garden.

The poetry will be held in the afternoon (15 o'clock to 17 o'clock), when Zhao Zheng entered the burial autumn garden and saw a group of high-spirited and high-spirited officials and scholars, he was inevitably a little apprehensive, and quietly asked You Xiong behind him: "Everyone is done?" ”

You Xiong nodded: "There shouldn't be any problems, except for a few children from the poor sect who expressed their full support, the others did not directly express their position, but only said that they would definitely not embarrass the national teacher at that time." ”

Zhao Zheng sighed, it seems that they don't have a trace of confidence in vernacular poetry, in their impression, vernacular is vernacular, poetry is poetry, the two are two diametrically opposed things, how can there be such a strange thing as vernacular poetry, they can't even imagine what kind of existence vernacular poetry is in their minds.

And Shi Miyuan kept the poem that was copied from the palace and did not pass it on, so those officials still can't understand what kind of enemy they are facing.

Zhao Zheng seems to have the first step.

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Zhao Zheng sat on the stone bench in the middle, today is a poetry meeting, there are not so many rules, everyone sits down at will.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this poetry meeting, we only compare the artistic conception and the rhythm, because this vernacular poem has no rhythm at all."

An official in the audience chuckled twice when he heard this: "If there is no rhythm, how can you speak poetry." ”

Zhao Zheng did not deny it, because this is universally recognized, but he explained from another angle: "In Zhao Zheng's view, as long as it conforms to a certain rhyme, beat, and something can be called poetry." Therefore, we are not limited to the genre today, poetry is acceptable, and everyone can hand it in for evaluation in half an hour. ”

At that time, Nie Zishu, one of the three murderers of the Four Woods, asked: "Then how to determine the leader?" ”

"Of course, it was elected by all the people in the park." Zhao Zheng made a sloppy eye here, he deliberately said that the people in the park were actually counting the people who stood outside the warning line and came to watch.

Nie Zishu is a member of the Fujian clan, who has been cultivating and reading heirlooms for generations, and has his own knowledge in Mencius and other books. As soon as Zhao Zheng's vernacular and punctuation came out, he saw the pros and cons.

The advantages are in the future, and the disadvantages are in oneself. Therefore, the impeachment of Zhao Zheng by the court officials did not work the vernacular text itself, at most the vernacular text was vulgar and indecent, but this is definitely not a crime, so I heard that I would like to play other things, such as bewitching the public and the like, how effective it can be depends on Shi Miyuan's determination. But they are divided internally, most of the children of the poor family are happy to see it, and even have the intention of singing praises for Zhao Zheng, and some enlightened Confucian ministers also support his actions.

But fortunately, vernacular writing is only popular in Lin'an, and Zhao Zheng's vernacular writing and punctuation are only limited to the court and the like.

Who will decide the winner? Naturally, he is the housekeeper who has never been in charge, so at this point, Shi Miyuan must be on the side of the scholar.

The poetry meeting went on for a quarter of an hour, and someone outside came to report that the governor of the Song Dynasty came to Xuanxuan, which was the nominal first assistant of the Great Song Dynasty, and the governor of the political affairs was basically the first assistant, but there was a Shi Miyuan above him, Feng Taifu, and the right prime minister and privy envoy.

This person is known in history for being peaceful, and he is known for being alone, and he is very sensitive to the grass on the wall, or he has a very sensitive sense of politics, and he has not fallen in the court for more than ten years, and he is far from close to Shi Mi. But he can't be regarded as Shi Miyuan's party. This swing and wall riding shows its skill.

With the arrival of Xuan Xuan, this matter of assessing the leader is naturally up to him.

Nie Zishu was puzzled, looked at Liang Chengda and Mo Ze who came with him beside him, and wondered if Xianggong's mind had changed again.

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Although Shi Miyuan was not in the Autumn Garden, he was well informed and knew every move that happened inside.

Xuan Xuan came, and Zhao Zheng won.

Regardless of whether Zhao Zheng's poems are won or lost, his goal has been achieved, so that the vernacular is known to the world and circulated in the world. And as soon as Xuanxuan comes, the impact of this matter will be great, and the poems in which both the national teacher and the ruling will participate will have a big impact?

When the vernacular and punctuation spread all over the world, people with a heart will only see its value, as long as this thing is prevalent among the people, it will be difficult to ban it again.

And Xuan Xuan, the old fox, should smell something, Shi Miyuan asked the son next to him: "Hasn't Xuan Xuan's letter arrived yet?" ”

Shi Miyuan was sure that Xuan Xuan would never dare to leave himself to do this, and sure enough, as soon as the words fell, the housekeeper hurriedly came to report, because the messenger had encountered some trouble on the way, and Xuan Dashen's letter had just been delivered.

"Trouble?" Shi Miyuan smiled secretly in his heart, this Xuanxuan should be in some trouble, and the old positions of his relatives and friends should be moved, and he should be knocked a little.

"Let Zhixiao and Chengda come to my house at night."

Shi Miyuan suddenly showed his sharp knife.

"Let people pass on this poem, and say that the old man likes this poem very much." Shi Miyuan commanded lightly. He took advantage of the situation to push Zhao Zheng forward, and it was not in vain to get acquainted.

As for whether it is a blessing or a curse, it is unknown.

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In less than half an hour, everyone handed over the poems. Until the incense candles burned out, Zhao Zheng handed over the poem, and Zhao Zheng wrote a poem and kneaded it.

It wasn't until I heard that I was talking about it that I wrote angrily, "No matter what, you can do whatever you want!" I directly translated the ancient poems into the vernacular!

And they all presented their poems.

It was read by Cheng Dongqing, a waiter of the Ministry of Rites, and judged by Xuan.

"The night invades the frost, Xiao Xiao Luo Wei cries Jinjing. The dream is cold. Double the copper kettle forever. Infinite thinking, exhibition and sorrow. The smoker is cold. Get up and be quiet. Sycamore shadow outside the window. ”

After Cheng Dongqing finished reading, everyone applauded and praised this poem describing personal loneliness. The whole word is advanced from far to near, layer by layer, and the mood is gradually rising, which is a rare masterpiece.

Xuan Xuan nodded with satisfaction: "Who did it?" ”

Cheng Dongqing looked at the following mention: "Mao He, the Jinshi of the second year of Baoqing, seems to be grinding in Honglu Temple." "There are tens of thousands of officials large and small in Lin'an City, and Cheng Dongqing can't remember the names and information of all the people.

Zhao Zheng's face darkened a little when he heard this, and by the way, he dragged out a word person, this Song Dynasty was really at the peak of its literary style.

Xuanxuan asked Mao He to call him up, and seeing that he was extraordinary, he immediately had a heart of love for talent, and he talked a few words. Mao He was excited in his heart, he had good luck today, and he could get the favor of Xuanxuan, and his dispatch should have fallen.

"This word can be rated in the top three."

"Dashen, this one seems to be good."

"The wind rings. The Guanghan fairy crosses Qingluan. Who taught Rui Shiyi to follow the hill during the week, and was endowed with many talents. The bell pavilion is quiet, and the painting hall is idle. The gon clothes are like the town Tuan Luan. Every year on this day, leave it to the calamus to stay in Yuyan. ”

……

Xuan Xuan read the poems one by one, and asked strangely: "What did the national teacher do?" I'm also curious about how this vernacular text can be used as a poem? ”

Cheng Dongqing saw that Zhao Zheng was still struggling to write and took it in person, and when Zhao Zheng saw this, he crumpled the ancient poem translated into the vernacular in his hand and threw it away, and he was not sure of victory.

Cheng Dongqing couldn't help but smile secretly when he saw this scene, look at how you go down, and as he spoke, he was going to pick up the poems thrown by Zhao Zheng to evaluate.

Zhao Zheng saw it and hurriedly stopped: "Don't! Cheng Shilang wait a while, I'll write it right away! Zhao Zheng said so, Cheng Dongqing didn't dare to persecute him, so he had to say without being lazy: "Please hurry up, you have already overtime." ”

After Zhao Zheng finished writing, he handed the poem to Cheng Dongqing, and immediately said: "Everyone, Xiaodao opened this poetry meeting, not to prove that my vernacular poetry is stronger than you, but to show that my vernacular poetry also has something to offer, not all vulgar words, vernacular poetry, and rhythmic poetry have no difference between high and low." It only depends on whether the things that are said can infect you. ”

Xia Yu, the initiator of this matter, immediately said: "National teacher, you have said so much, we don't know what you are doing. You don't get confused, poetry is good and bad is bad. Xia Yu, as the initiator of this incident, was angry to find that he did not make any political capital. It's as if he just sent a recital as usual, and he immediately understood that this was Shi Miyuan suppressing him, Shi Miyuan didn't want to completely turn his face with the national teacher, so he suppressed him, the initiator, but in his heart he still didn't want punctuation and vernacular literature to be popular, so this turmoil was born.

After understanding that he was abandoned, Xia Yu stood up like a vicious dog, he was unwilling to lose so many chips, so he was in a hurry to jump out and build himself into the first person to oppose the national teacher.

Even if he fails, if the dynasty does not kill the literati, it is impossible for the court to kill him.

"That's a bad word!" A middle-aged imperial historian stood up to refute Xia Yu's words, as a scholar from a poor family, he received a large sum of money from You Xiong, so he naturally wanted to stand up and help the national teacher stop his saliva at this time.

The officials who Zhao Zheng secretly bought saw that someone jumped out and made a bird, so they no longer hesitated, they already thought in their hearts that Zhao Zheng's vernacular poems must be bullshit, take people's money **, and make this poem into a scolding war, so that they can cover up a thing or two for the vernacular poetry of the national teacher.

The scolding war escalated, but Cheng Dongqing and Xuan Xuan were the only ones who made a statement.

Everyone suddenly found that the two of them were looking at Zhao Zheng's poems in a daze.

After reading it, Xuan Xuan sighed with a sigh, could it be that the rumors in the market turned out to be true?

When everyone saw Xuan Zheng acting like this, they were curious about what poem Zhao Zheng wrote, was it too good or too bad?

Some people were afraid of Xuanxuan's black-box operation, and they advocated that Zhao Zheng's poems be rated as the leader, so they shouted: "Dashen also asks you to show the poems and let us taste them." ”

Xuan Xuan nodded and let Cheng Dongqing read it out directly:

At that moment, I raised the wind horse, not to beg for blessings, but to wait for your arrival

That day, I closed my eyes in the incense mist of the scripture hall and suddenly heard the mantra in your chant

On that day, the stone statue was erected, not for the cultivation of virtue, but for the stone of the heart lake

That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing for a night, not for enlightenment, but for a trace of your breath

That month I shook all the prayer cylinders not for excess, but for touching your fingertips

That year, I kowtowed and crawled on the mountain road, not for the audience, but for the warmth of you

In that life, I turned mountains and rivers and pagodas, not for the sake of cultivating the next life, but just to meet you on the way

At that moment, I soared into an immortal, not for immortality, but for your peace and joy