The city of Beijing was bitterly cold for 39 days in the 39th year of Jiajing, and the climate at this moment was the beginning of the controversial Xiaoice period in history, which was especially cold in ancient times without the greenhouse effect.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as dripping into ice, spitting on the ground and turning into ice slag in less than two minutes.

On such a cold day, the literary world of the Ming Dynasty was completely boiling and burning in a competition that lasted for nearly a month.

There is a huge disparity in the status of the two sides of the competition, one is the cabinet minister of the current dynasty, who moved the world with his talent and fame, and is known as the old Yan Shifan of the small cabinet of a generation of poets. The other one is not very famous, just a person who has just won the name of Shuntianfu Township, Wu Jie, Wu Shizhen.

No matter how you look at it, these two are not heavyweight opponents.

But it was such an asymmetrical competition, but it became the most classic scene in the cultural history of the Ming Dynasty.

The beginning of the matter was Li Wei's 60th birthday, and at the birthday banquet, Wu Jie won the first place with a ridiculously exquisite song "Yulin Bell".

As the leader of the literary world after Xu Wenchang, Yan Shifan was naturally unwilling to accept his failure, and once again set up the ring to compete with Wu Jie. And let out the words, to compare with the poem.

Those who are good at lyrics may not be able to write good poetry, but in this, Xiao Ge Lao is still confident.

However, immediately after Wu Jie, he also used a poem "Drinking Alone Under the Moon", with a grand poem like the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky, in the field that Yan Shifan is best at, won heartily.

For a time, whether it was the graceful lingering "willow bank, the waning moon in the breeze", or the unrestrained chic of "raising a glass to invite the bright moon, and becoming a trio of shadows", they were all sung in the capital for a while. The two completely different styles, perfectly combined in Wu Jie's hands, are like the rising sun, which makes it impossible to force the eyes.

Things have developed to this point, and there is no suspense in this competition. Whether it is a poem or a song, if Yan Shifan writes it again, how can he write the word Wu Jie.

With only these two masterpieces, Wu Jie has become the best poet of the Ming Dynasty after Yang Shen.

I have to admit that Xiao Ge Lao was extremely defeated.

As a former leader in the literary world. As a senior, if you change to someone else, you will naturally laugh it off and vigorously respect it, so as to win the reputation of promoting your juniors.

But Xiaoge still refused to admit defeat. I have to compete with Wu Jie.

Win and can't win, lose and refuse to admit defeat, its behavior has been almost the market. This has to be despicable.

Soon, Yan Shifan started the third competition with Wu Jie, and launched a seven-character poem at a rapid speed, still drawing the way through the mouth of Xiangyue.

This seven-word poem is neat and neat, and the atmosphere is quite big. Different from the previous two articles that focused on the situation, there is a rare charm of this Ming poem, which is a rare masterpiece in recent years, and it has just been released. I can't help but exclaim: "Not bad, not bad." ”

According to the gossip from the Yan Mansion, this poem is not a new work by Xiaoge Lao. Rather, it is a manuscript he wrote a few years ago. Because he is quite proud of his work and wants to be perfect, he has made several revisions, additions and deletions over the years. Never revealed.

Koge is always a perfectionist, and most of the works that have been handed down in the world are second-rate works. The real masterpieces are combined into a collection, placed in the study and constantly revised, ready to be published and distributed in old times, and passed on to the world.

But now he was forced into a corner by Wu Jie and threw it out regardless of it.

This reminds people of the rumor that came out of Xiaoge a while ago, saying that Wu Jie's poem was an old work co-written with Yang Zongzhi. Now, don't you Yan Shifan also throw out the old work, what position do you have to despise Wu Jie?

Xiao Ge Lao's poem was not hot for a day, and it was immediately pressed hard by Wu Jie with a poem of seven words and colors. …,

Wu Jie's poem "Untitled", titled "Untitled", describes the acquaintance with a woman at a grand banquet, with admiration, and infinite melancholy at the time of parting, unable to help himself:

Last night's stars and last night's wind, the west side of the painting building and the east of Guitang.

There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of wisdom in the heart.

The next seat is enough to hook the spring wine warm, and the Cao shoots the wax lamp red.

Yu listened to the drum and responded to the official, and went to the Malan platform to turn the tent.

……

"The body has no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart has a little bit of a heart", the rhetoric and artistic conception are so beautiful that people are intoxicated, how can they not be popular, as for the seven-word poem launched by Yan Shifan on the first day of Wu Festival, who cares?

In an instant, it was covered up by Wu Jie's new poems and forgotten.

……

Wu Jie's plagiarized seven-character poem is Li Shangyin's masterpiece "Untitled", "the body has no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart has a spiritual rhino and a little understanding" is also the most representative image in classical Chinese literature.

This poem is written about the feelings of men and women, and it is most suitable for Caiyun to sing.

However, when he copied this poem, he still ignored one point: it was too appropriate for the situation.

So much so that in the days to come, it caused him a lot of trouble.

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"Last night's stars, last night's wind...... ......"A woman with a bad body stood silently on the high platform, looking at it, the prospect of midwinter was hazy, as if it was dipped in a faint ink.

But my heart was beating unkempt, and my thoughts were mixed with something inexplicable: half annoyed, half shy, half melancholy......

"Niangniang......" Gui Yuan looked at Concubine Li and said indignantly: "This Mr. Shizhen is really frivolous, too unreasonable. Although the slave and maid read little, the meaning of this poem can be understood. Isn't it written at a banquet that Mr. Wu met a woman and had a heart-to-heart relationship. But the time is too short, so we can only part in a hurry. Isn't that what it is...... Isn't it the birthday banquet of the Li Mansion? ”

Concubine Li's face immediately turned slightly red, and then she turned her head and spit: "Guiyuan, don't talk nonsense." ”

"Hmph." Gui Yuan was still a little annoyed: "At the birthday banquet that day, Mr. Wu didn't see a few women." ”

Concubine Li smiled slightly, carefully tucked the poem manuscript in her hand into her sleeve, and the red light on her face faded: "Come to think of it, Mr. Wu's poem was written for Caiyun. ”

"Not really."

Concubine Li didn't speak anymore, but she thought in her heart: Caiyun and Wu Jie are old acquaintances, and they don't agree with the general idea of this poem...... This Wu Festival, as Gui Yuan said, is frivolous......

But in my heart, I beat hard.

He turned his head again to look at the scenery in the distance. Silently reciting the verses, I don't feel stupid.

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What followed became more interesting, and has been talked about for centuries.

When the experts in the literary history of the Jiajing Year of later generations studied this period of history, they couldn't help but sigh: such a famous story can be passed down through the world for centuries with just one poem, and it will become the most glittering existence in classical literature. Available at hand at Wu Festival. but it came out like flowing water. Perhaps, this is the so-called peak period of literary creation, and the last month of the 39th year of Jiajing is the peak of Wu Jie's literary creation.

Yan Shifan, who was unwilling to fail, continued to release new poems at a rate of one every two days, and they were all collected in the collection of old works anyway. When the time comes, just copy a song and come out.

As for Wu Jie, with 300 Tang poems in hand, he naturally wants to win a hearty game. Kill him cleanly.

By this time, the competition between the two had nothing to do with the original, they were all copying.

Yan Shifan copied his old works, while Wu Jie copied the most brilliant pearls in the crown of Tang poetry.

"Luoyang relatives and friends ask each other, a piece of ice is in the jade pot."

……

"The lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is endless, and only the Yangtze River skyline can be seen."

……

"Xiang was unwell at night, and drove to the ancient plain. The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk. ”…,……

Thirty days. Ten games, every big win.

Every new poem of Wu Jie is a sensation.

Memorized. The city is boiling.

As for Xiao Ge Lao's poems, who cares?

……

Yan Shifan is now completely numb. But he still mechanically continued to publish new poems.

By now, he doesn't care about the final success or failure, the result. This situation is a bit like a boxer who has been beaten in the boxing ring and can't find the north, only waving his weak hands indiscriminately, leaning his back against the pillar, and refusing to lie down.

Although it is tragic, it cannot change the outcome of the big defeat and loss.

The audience will only cheer for the winner.

Victory, belonging to the Wu Festival.

……

It's turned into a farce.

But there will always be a day when things in the world come to an end.

Yan Shifan was finally completely defeated in the final competition of Seven Words Le Fu.

At the beginning, he still had illusions, wanting to make a comeback on this kind of cold subject that not many people have written about, and barely save a little face.

But the truth is brutal.

Wu Jie immediately reported a song "Difficult to Walk", which was as majestic as the Milky Way hanging upside down and the sky flipping, completely subdued him:

The gold bottle sake bucket is ten thousand, and the jade plate is ten thousand dollars.

I couldn't eat when I stopped throwing my cup, and I was at a loss when I drew my sword and looked around.

If you want to cross the Yellow River and ice congestion river, you will climb the snow-filled mountains of Taihang.

Idle fishing on the blue river, suddenly take a boat to dream of the sun.

It's hard to walk! It's hard to walk!

Many divergent roads, where are you now?

There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea.

……

At this point, there is no need to compare.

Even if Xiaoge Lao has a new poem released, what can it do.

In fact, Xiangyue hadn't sung Yan Shifan's new poems for a while. I can't help it, I really can't afford to be cheeky.

Ten battles and ten victories, Wu Jie's copy was unscrupulous, Caiyun won the match with Xiangyue and won smoothly, and also successfully regained the lost Oiran position.

The old Oiran defeated the new Oiran and returned to the peak of art, which was the first time in the Ming Dynasty. Caiyun is now considered red through the whole of Suncheon.

At the same time, Wu Jie was also completely popular.

No matter what doubts or disdains there were before, Wu Jie is now the de facto master of the literary world. Some people even ranked his name after Xie Jin and Yang Shen, calling him the third genius of the Ming Dynasty. As for Xu Wenchang, compared with Wu Jie's amazing talent, it seems to be much worse.

"At this time, no one can ignore the existence of my Wu Festival, and it is impossible for the Ministry of Rites to risk the condemnation of the world." Sitting in the teahouse, holding a wine glass, opening his mind, the wine is dry, laughing and arrogant with the scholars, Wu Jie roared loudly: "A certain is Wu Jie, Ben Bashu cloth, fifteen good swordsmanship, partial to the princes." Sixteen into the article, the past to the prime minister. Although it is less than seven feet long, it is ambitious! ”

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ps: Wu Jie's poetry contest with Xiaoge Lao has come to an end today, and I personally feel that it is well written. If you readers and friends think it is good, please vote for the recommendation you have in hand for this book. Thank you!