Because Zhu Youcheng was both a Wen Jinshi and a Wu Jinshi, he was afraid that he would be too tired to go to two banquets in a row, so the emperor combined the Qionglin Banquet for Wen Jinshi and the Huiwu Banquet for Wu Jinshi and named it Juying Banquet. Later, the Juying banquet became a custom given by the Ming Emperor to the banquet of the new Ke Wenwu Jinshi, and it was inherited.

The martial arts are honored one by one, and the original martial arts banquet was presided over by the military department, and even the emperor could not be seen. The Juying Banquet was given by the emperor and held in the Emperor's Palace. Wu Jinshi was grateful to Emperor Dade one by one, thinking that the emperor began to attach importance to military generals. Inadvertently, Zhu Youcheng asked Daming to revive the style of attaching equal importance to civil and military affairs.

On March 21, the third year of the Apocalypse, the banquet that the civil and military scholars had been looking forward to finally began. In addition to the new science and technology scholars, there were also civil and military officials of the Ming Dynasty. Of course, the remnants of the Donglin Party who stayed in the court for the time being were also invited, and they took off the shackles they wore before the banquet, which was regarded as saving them a little face in front of the new science and technology scholars.

The only guest in the Juying banquet was King Xin, who was still sitting next to Zhu Youcheng with a small bench. Because it was a banquet in the Emperor's Palace, and the emperor participated, it was natural that dozens of Eight Immortal Tables could not be placed there, so the meal system was adopted. Each person had a small table - the same small desk that was taking the temple examination at that time, on which everyone's wine and food were placed. To tell the truth, although it is a banquet given by the emperor and the ingredients are exquisite, the big pot of meals is really not fragrant, except for stewed dishes - like braised pork and roasted hoof tendons, the taste of other dishes is very ordinary. However, the new scholars were still very happy, and some of them even wrote poems in the hall.

The voice of one Jinshi reciting poetry had just landed, and the sound of another Jinshi reciting poetry began again. One of the poems caught everyone's attention.

I only heard a middle-aged man chant in a voice full of longing: "Magnolia Flower Order: Quasi-Ancient Decisive Words".

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan? Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable.

Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain and zero bells did not complain. How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day. ”

There was silence in the hall, and everyone was stunned by the subtle words.

Zhu Youcheng couldn't help but sigh lightly, He Xinyu, who recited the poem, should be the same year as the township exam, it seems that history has changed, and he also passed the Jinshi exam, alas, this poor man who was robbed of his works by Jiannu after his death. When I looked up, it was him. Suddenly, his heart moved, if he took all of He Xinyu's works to the "Di Bao" Supplement table, and let Daming Street know about it, then could the copyist still plagiarize in the future? Anyway, if he is a jinshi, he will definitely go to the Daming School of Administration to study, and when the time comes, he will definitely be happy to talk to him.

While pondering, a children's voice sounded in the hall: "This word is good, but the fat powder is too heavy, and it is not as good as Brother Cheng's poem." ”

Everyone looked at each other, and it was King Xin who spoke. It turned out that when he heard Zhu Youcheng sigh, he thought that the word was not well written, and his brother Cheng had better poems, so he broke the news first.

Zhu Youcheng was taken aback, since he knew that Jiannu liked to tamper with history and plagiarize other people's works, he didn't like to take the works of later generations as his own masterpieces -- if he was caught red-handed by the original author, he would be embarrassed. However, as soon as King Xin said this, everyone in the hall shouted, and they all wanted to hear about Zhuang Yuanlang's new work, and even the Emperor of the Apocalypse, who was sitting on the dragon chair, looked at him with expectant eyes.

Zhu Youcheng was forced to be, so he asked Wei Zhongxian for a piece of paper and wrote nine "one" characters on it.

When everyone saw these nine "ones", they couldn't help laughing. Poetry is the most taboo word, and as soon as these nine "one" words come out, the vulgarity of poetry can be seen.

In fact, this poem is not bad, the whole poem uses nine "one" words to vividly depict the autumn river fishing picture, is a hand-me-down work, the author Wang Shizhen was born in Chongzhen seven years, and now it has not been born. Zhu Youcheng is not showing off, he wants to test whether this poem is a work of the current dynasty, if someone reads the whole poem, he will find a way to fool the past. Seeing the uproar in the hall, the care between the eyebrows of the Emperor of the Apocalypse, King Xin, and Wei Zhongxian, his heart was relieved, and he picked up the pen and added a few more words.

Then, he read aloud: "A lily and a flat boat, and a silk silk and an inch of hook."

A song sings and a wine, and one person fishes alone in the autumn. ”

Everyone was amazed. These nine words are embedded in the poem, seamlessly, vividly depicting the loneliness and leisure of a person fishing by the river, which is really a picture in the poem.

Wen Donglai asked in a lost voice: "Champion Lang, does this poem have a title?" ”

"Solo Fishing in the Autumn River."

There was silence for a long time, and thunderous applause resounded in the hall, mixed with the shouts of "one more".

Zhu Youcheng wiped the cold sweat on his head, and said in his heart: "Come back, write one and my heart is empty, and come again, doesn't it cost me my life?" ”

Gu Bingqian didn't understand his thoughts, and said: "Master Zhu, you are the champion of the literature, and you have completed this poem of gratitude for the champion of the literature." But you are still Wu Zhuangyuan, you haven't written this Wu Zhuangyuan's thanksgiving poem yet, and if you write another one, you can't be thicker and thiner. ”

Zhu Youcheng had no choice, he pondered for a long time, and said: "In fact, I was able to win the top prize in the undergraduate, which was the result of squeezing out time to study hard day and night. When I was studying, I occasionally wrote a little poem to express my ambition, which was not too elaborate, so I wrote it for everyone to see. ”

After that, he asked for another piece of paper, brushed a little bit, and wrote a poem that was a little safer.

"Reading the Puppet at Night"

Mo Dao's fluorescent light is small, and he still has a night heart.

Qingfeng is illiterate, why do you flip through books. ”

This poem was written by Xu Jun in the Qing Dynasty, and he lost his head for this poem. It turned out that after Jiannu stole the land of the Central Plains, everyone looked like they were scolding them. They believe that the word "Qingfeng" written by Xu Jun represents their Great Qing Dynasty, which means that they are illiterate and are still in Daxingwen Prison.

Zhu You said sincerely: "This poem that denounces the Qing Dynasty should be written by no one in this dynasty." ”

The house was full of applause again.

Sun Chengzong praised: "Zhuang Yuanlang is really ambitious, and the sentence 'Mo Dao is small, and he still has a heart for the night', which is admirable." If everyone can think like this, then the Ming Dynasty will be more prosperous. ”

Wen Donglai said: "I think the sentence 'Qingfeng is illiterate, why do you flip through books' is particularly interesting. Every time the old man leaves the desk, he always holds the book with a paperweight, and if he forgets it, he will definitely be blown by the wind, which is quite like the old man's little grandson breaking into the study. The youngest grandson is only four years old this year, and he is not yet literate, but he likes to flip through books. As soon as he entered the study, my books were ruined. ”

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but smile, thinking of their son or grandson who had stayed in their hometown.

Sun Chengzong said: "Originally, the champion Lang was appointed to the official, it should be after the Qionglin banquet, and Zhu Youcheng is talented, and the day after Zhang Bang announced the list of Jinshi, he was named a high-ranking official from the fourth grade, and he should write a poem to thank him, please give another poem to the champion." ”

Zhu Youcheng couldn't help but sweat profusely, why is it endless? Just as he was about to find a reason to excuse himself, the Emperor of the Apocalypse smiled and said: "Master Sun is reasonable, Zhu Aiqing will write again, look, so many people are waiting." ”

After speaking, the Emperor of the Apocalypse waved his hand, and Wei Zhongxian spread a blank piece of paper in front of him.

Zhu Youcheng was a little embarrassed, the Qing people made poetry and chewed wax, he didn't remember much, he took it out, and it was gone. Gong Zizhen's "Jihai Miscellaneous Poems" remembers it very clearly, and the poem says: "Kyushu is angry and thunderous, and ten thousand horses are sad." I advise the heavenly prince to be vigorous and reduce talents without sticking to one pattern. "But the poem was written in the extremely dark period of the Qing Dynasty, and although the current Ming Dynasty is not clear, his thoughts and speech are quite free, and he should not write it out of the scene.

The Emperor of the Apocalypse saw that he was embarrassed and said: "Back then, Emperor Tang Ming ordered Gao Lishi to polish ink for Li Taibai, and Li Taibai wrote three chapters of "Qingping Le". You shouldn't follow Li Taibai's example. Okay, I won't let Emperor Tang Minghuang be beautiful. Wei Banban, you sharpen the ink for the champion. ”

The emperor said it to this point, Zhu Youcheng really couldn't excuse himself, so he had to look around, search for dry intestines, and deal with this pass.

He looked up and stared out of the hall, it was early spring, the grass was blooming, a gust of wind was blowing, and the falling flowers were colorful and beautiful. Suddenly, his heart moved, there was more than one "Jihai Miscellaneous Poems", and one of the words was changed, which was quite appropriate.

He raised the brush, recalled the rhythm of the ancient poem, and slowly wrote the poem silently. The rhythm of ancient poems is too strict, requiring not only battles, rhymes, but also tones, which is no less difficult than Baguwen. Zhu Youcheng admires the ancient poets very much, under such strict requirements, they can still say things and feelings.

Because everyone was looking forward to Zhu Youcheng's third time, they didn't wait to finish writing, and a group of people surrounded them. Wei Zhongxian wanted the emperor to hear Zhu Youcheng's poems for the first time, so he recited aloud while grinding ink on the side.

"The mighty emperor's grace is slanted by the red sun, and the whip is pointed to the nine sides of Jing. Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. ”

"Good!" The crowd erupted in cheers. At this moment, everyone felt that Wei Zhongxian, a dead eunuch, had never been so cute, allowing everyone to appreciate Zhu Youcheng's good poems for the first time.

Sun Chengzong praised movingly: "Good poem, others saw the petals falling with the wind, and they felt sad spring, and Lord Zhu found another way." It is pointed out that the petals become fertilizer when they fall to the ground, giving birth to a new generation of flowers. Others say that Lord Zhu is precocious, but I don't believe it, but when I heard this poem today, the old man believed it. This poem can only be written at the age of the old man, and I can't imagine that Master Zhu has the ambition to educate talents for the country at the age of fourteen. Originally, I thought that the emperor appointed you to be the secretary of the Daming School of Administration and the secretary of the Daming Military Academy, which was a bit of a child's play. ”

Zhu Youcheng wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and said in his heart: "Sun Chengzong's old man's eyes are really poisonous, and this poem is really written by an old man." This poem was written in Jihai year, Gong Zizhen was forty-eight years old at the time, isn't he just a little old man? ”

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