Since Zhao Jin has spoken, this matter is a foregone conclusion, although Yu Jin is a little reluctant, he still walks into the long pavilion with the public and prepares for the so-called competition.

Fortunately, there have been many celebrities in Yuyao, the infrastructure is good, the farewell pavilion is very chic, there are also a lot of stone benches outside the pavilion, there are hundreds of students in total, and they sit down when they are crowded, and they don't have to sit on the ground.

After Zhao Jin sat down, Xu Zhixian smiled and said, "My lord, please give questions to the students." ”

Zhao Jin did not shirk, and nodded lightly, here he has the oldest qualifications and the highest status, and he must be the best to solve the problem.

After thinking about it for a while, Zhao Jin quickly made up his mind, and said to a group of eager students with a smile: "The place here is narrow, and there is no preparation, so you don't have to make a fuss, just compose a poem, well, this is the long pavilion, should be a scene, just take the long pavilion as the theme." ”

After that, he asked people to take out a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone and said: "This is a set of four treasures of the study given by the prince, which is considered a color head, which one thinks of it, each according to his ability." ”

Sending each other off?

The ancients had a lot of farewell poems, such as Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan Er's Envoy to Anxi", Wang Changling's "Furong Lou Sending Xin Gradual", Cen Shen's "Bai Xuege Sending the Military Judge to Beijing", Li Bai's "Sending Friends", Wang Bo's "Sending Du Shaofu's Ren Shuzhou" and so on, are all old themes, but Zhao Jinzai added a little novelty and limited it to sending off the long pavilion.

As soon as this theme came out, a group of students immediately lowered their heads and pondered, whether they could be shocked, whether they could be favored by Lord Zhao, it depended on whether they could make an amazing poem.

Everyone was thinking about poetry, but Yu Jin's mind was staring at the four treasures of the study as a color head, and when he saw the inkstone, he was amazed, and his saliva was about to flow.

It's Tao Yan.

Yu Jin has seen a piece of Tao inkstone in later generations, the same material as Zhao Jin, but there are some differences in shape, this Tao inkstone is not simple, with stone color green, elegant and rare, hard and fine, crystal like jade, buckle silent, can be out of the water droplets, the ink is fast and not damaged, the ink is stored for a long time and does not dry up the characteristics, highly sought after.

Since the Tang Dynasty became famous, Lao Keng Tao Yan has always been owned by royal writers and wealthy businessmen.

The prince sent it, naturally it can't be bad, which represents the decency of the royal family.

This inkstone alone, to say the least, will cost more than a hundred taels of silver, and it is a gift from the prince, if the inkstone is engraved with these words, the value will be doubled, and it is not too much to say that it is worth a hundred gold.

The second grade is the second grade, the shot is really generous, this color, but it is extremely rich, and it is also very meaningful, so that many people and students have bright eyes, in order to make a good poem, the scalp is about to scratch.

Although Yu Jin was a little greedy, he didn't think about it, because at his own level, he couldn't think about it, so he didn't think about it at all, thinking too much, it would be a waste of brain cells.

If he didn't have any money, Yu Jin still wanted to fight, but he suddenly had a lot of money, and he didn't pay much attention to these lotteries.

The person who is already the target of the public, no matter how low-key he is, will attract even more jealousy, and then he joined the Jinyi Guard as a secret agent, which is of a special nature, and he also requires himself not to attract attention.

Forget it, just be a spectator.

It is not difficult to say goodbye to the pavilion, but the difficulty is that it is difficult to write well and write new ideas.

However, this is not difficult for Yuyao's students, Zhao Jin just drank half a cup of tea, and someone made it.

It's Xie An.

"Uncle Zhao, my little nephew has a clumsy song, and I want to ask Uncle Zhao for some advice." Xie An stepped forward and said respectfully.

"Oh, so fast? It's really talented" Zhao Jin praised it, and then said with a smile: "The virtuous nephew only comes through the pipe." ”

"The little nephew obeys."

Xie An glanced at Yu Jin a little provocatively, his eyes were full of disdain, and then he coughed very coquettishly, attracting everyone's attention, and then chanted the poem he had just written:

The snow on the side of the long pavilion road has not melted, and the parting is still with tears.

The heart is ambiguous, and the spring is shallow, and the bead curtain is rolled up and does not feel freezing.

Although there is no willow in the cold winter, the tenderness turns into speechlessness.

If he wants to see the king, the two places are already separated by tens of millions of weights. ”

After a poem was chanted, the scene calmed down all of a sudden, even a layman like Yu Jin felt that this poem was good, this Xie An is known as the rising star of the Xie clan in Dongshan, and Yuyao's famous talent is really not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Zhao Jin gently put down the teacup in his hand, nodded, and praised: "Yes, yes, a good two places have been separated by tens of millions of weights, one sentence says the deep meaning of the word, this poem can be used as a top grade." ”

"Well, yes, the artistic conception is beautiful, and the poems are smooth" Xu Xianling also echoed: "The most rare thing is that it only took half a cup of tea to make it, Zhong'an, you have grown better than a year ago." ”

Hearing the appreciation of the two adults, Xie An was in a good mood, but he couldn't bear it all the time, but he reacted quickly, and immediately saluted Zhao Jin and Xu Xianling, and said modestly while saluting: "The two adults are falsely praised, Yuyao is full of talents, where can you get the majesty of the kid, this poem is just a brick." ”

"Hehe, modest and polite, quick thinking, it seems that the Xie family is going to have a character again" Zhao Jin smiled, and then said to the students: "If you have any new works, just chant it, we can discuss it together." ”

After that, I looked at Yu Jin intentionally or unintentionally, but unfortunately this legendary "Brother First Sight" kept his head down, and he didn't know whether he was contemplating or wandering, and he felt like he was out of tune.

What is the brick throwing, this poem is so well written, and it is the first to read it, so that the almost written ones are embarrassed to say it, and the students are a little depressed, but it is not easy to say it.

After waiting for a while, a student named Yao Lin chanted out his masterpiece loudly:

The ten-mile pavilion is ten miles long, and beyond the pavilion is another country.

Strange mountains and rivers are strangers, and the night is lonely and desolate.

"It's okay, if you sharpen more, you will grow." Zhao Jin nodded and gave a fair evaluation.

The idea of this poem is good, and the artistic conception is also there, but it seems a little narrow, a little niche, it is suitable to send people who travel far away from home, and it is a bit far-fetched to send friends and so on.

If you are sending someone off, and this person is going back to their hometown, then the second sentence is not appropriate.

Yao Lin's face turned red, and he immediately bowed his head to express his gratitude, and promised that he would definitely listen to Lord Zhao's teachings, and Zhao Jin naturally gave a few words of encouragement.

With these two people taking the lead, the rest of the students also became enthusiastic, and chanted their own poems, such as "folding willows to give confidants, Changting to send the deceased", "Changting clouds are sunny, send you another journey" and other poems have been read out, some mediocre, some are new, but unfortunately there has not been a work that makes Zhao Jin's eyes shine.

First, his taste is too high, and secondly, when he comes, those students are not prepared, and they are in a hurry, so it is difficult to ensure the quality.

The Ming Dynasty can not be compared with the Tang and Song dynasties, mainly because most of the students' energy is focused on the Bagu Wen, some people say that in the Ming Dynasty, poetry is the icing on the cake props, and the Bagu Wen is the stepping stone to wealth, so it is difficult to have the glory of the Tang and Song dynasties.

Unconsciously, most of the students present read out their works, only a small part of them were still scratching their ears and cheeks, and some were so anxious that their faces were red.

To Zhao Jin and Xie An's surprise, Yu Jin has not yet written poetry.

Xu Xianling saw those students who were so anxious that their faces were red and they hadn't come up with poems, and knew that some people were slow to heat, and it took more than an hour before and after, and the people from Zhao Mansion came to urge, so he smiled and said: "My lord, the time is almost up, why don't you start judging which one is the best." ”

Zhao Jin nodded when he heard the words and said, "Well, yes, it is estimated that some students are nervous for a while, or lack of inspiration, so we won't wait, let's start commenting." ”

Xie An was anxious when he heard this, Yu Jin hadn't written a poem yet, this guy who stepped on shit luck really let himself guess that he was a person who sold his reputation and had no ink in his belly, hum, it just made him ugly and discredited.

"Uncle Zhao, so many people can not do it at this time, but there is one person who can't do it, so let's wait." Xie An said with a smile.

"Oh, which?" Zhao Jin said with some doubts.

Xie An pointed at Yu Jin, who was hiding in the crowd: "It's what my uncle said about seeing Brother for the first time, others can not do it, but Brother Yu definitely can't, we are still waiting to appreciate his masterpiece." ”

Nima, pull yourself into the water again?

Yu Jin hurriedly shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Yu is only a shallow learner, and he has no inspiration recently, so he won't take it out to show his ugliness." ”

"No, Brother Yu is arrogant."

"That's it, Lord Zhao has been named, you don't give Lord Zhao face?"

"Yes, yes, others can be lazy, but Brother Yu must let us read your masterpiece."

"Brother for the first time, your fame has spread to the capital, this matter can't let you be willful."

"Lord Zhao has the heart to promote the juniors, this is a good opportunity."

Everyone, if you say a word to me, you just refuse to let Yu in, this is the consequence of everyone's target.

Ma Ning, who was standing next to Yu Jin, although he didn't write poetry, everyone ignored him.

Zhao Jin also laughed, looked at Yu Jin and joked: "It's hard to be gracious, it's hard to disobey your fate, when you first see my brother, if you don't show it, the old man won't let you go." ”

Han one, I didn't expect the dignified Zuodu Yushi to say the same, and he couldn't leave if he wanted to.

It's too domineering, it's a pity that I don't have the courage and capital to call the board, and I have the heart to compose poems, but this level is also ridiculous, even if I didn't get a limerick for a while, I was so embarrassed that I couldn't do it, and Xie An on the side refused to let go of himself.

Forget about rolling your eyes, and from time to time you stir the wind and light the fire, and when you see that face, you want to smoke.

Suddenly, Yu Jin had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he quickly had an idea in his heart, walked up to Zhao Jin and saluted and said, "My lord, the student has an unpleasant invitation." ”

"Oh, let's talk about it." Zhao Jin is very talkative.

Except for the reprimand of Xu County Order, Zhao Jin has always been kind and pleasant the rest of the time.

Yu Jin opened his mouth and said: "The student didn't think of a good poem for a while, I'm really ashamed, my lord, why don't the students sing you a song instead." ”

(Ahem, the two small poems were pieced together by the artillery, and this time they were not plagiarized)