"Let me compose poetry now?"

in the carriage.

Cao Wei took the pen and ink sent by the officials of the Ministry of Rites.

Seeing this, Yang Huai said with a smile: "I should be afraid that you won't be able to catch up, so Lord Murong wants you to compose poems now, and then send them over on a light horse." ”

Cao Wei bowed slightly: "In that case, Lord Murong is a good person." ”

"The adults should have taken Miss Murong into account, after all, the academy also needs regular assessments, this matter seems simple, but in fact, for Miss Murong, it is conducive to the promotion of the fourth-grade Confucian students."

"Hmm."

Cao Wei took a deep breath, no wonder Murong Qing would let him go to the poetry meeting.

It turned out to have something to do with her performance appraisal!

It seems that this academy is not as simple as it seems, and I am afraid that there are still many tasks to be completed.

But anyway.

Murong Qing also helped him win the recommendation qualification, although he needed to be admitted to the top prize to be used, but that was also because Murong Qing did not know the truth that he could not pass the exam.

If he knew that his Huiyuan was a prostitute for nothing, he probably wouldn't have said that.

At least, Murong Qing's starting point was good.

Cao Wei was seen pondering.

Yang Huai slowly got up: "Since that's the case, then I'll wait for you outside the carriage, so as not to affect your performance." ”

Cao Wei smiled and arched his hand: "It is because of Lord Yang's generosity that the students are fortunate to ride in the same carriage with the adults, how dare they let the adults move." ”

"No effect?"

"Nope."

Cao Wei shook his head.

Now he is not afraid of being influenced, after all, poetry is ready-made.

Merely.

Now he is very entangled, and he doesn't know which poem to use?

"What kind of poetry are you trying to compose?"

"Yes, I don't know what kind of poetry meeting this poetry meeting is, what kind of scene it is, and what is the theme?" Cao Wei questioned.

"Every year, the poetry meeting is held in the lakeside pavilion of Bowang Villa, and the whole process will not exceed two hours, during which someone will record the poems, and then hand them over to Shi Zizheng, and be able to get Shi Zizheng's mention, which is amazing."

Speaking of this, Yang Huai touched his chin and thought a little: "But I heard the news, I'm afraid that this poetry meeting is not the same as in previous years, and some people say that this time there may be a chance to worship under the main gate of Shi Zi." ”

"There is a chance to worship under the Great Confucian Sect!"

Cao Wei's eyes suddenly lit up: "Lord Yang, is this news accurate?" ”

"I've just heard that Shi Zizheng, as one of the three major Confucian scholars of the academy, was famous for his "Bo Wang Fu" when he was young, and was named Mr. Bo Wang, and was later favored by the first emperor and ranked as Zaifu, but within a few years he was dismissed by the first emperor."

Cao Wei asked: "Dismissed by the first emperor?" Didn't he claim to the outside world that he took the initiative to return to his hometown? ”

"Definitely."

Yang Huai waved his hand, and then said: "Shi Zizheng has the heart to serve the country, but he doesn't know how to be an official, and he offended people who shouldn't be offended, so it was difficult for the first emperor to do it, so he could only claim that he was suing the old man and returning to his hometown, and there was no other punishment." ”

"Offending someone? Who did you offend? Cao Wei hurriedly asked.

"I don't know the specifics, but that's exactly the case, I was finally invited to join the academy and enter the realm of Confucianism, but it was a blessing in disguise, if there is a breakthrough, Shi Zizheng may be able to enter the sainthood from poetry in the future!"

"Sanctified by poetry!"

Cao Wei couldn't help but smash his mouth.

Although the three great Confucians are slightly worse than the deans of the Half-Saints of Jiyun Academy, they are also great Confucians!

What's more, this person still has the opportunity to become holy from poetry!

If you can write poems and worship under this Shi Zizheng's door, what else do you need?

What else do I need to take?

It's much more difficult to take the top prize than to be a copyist!

When it comes to poetry, there are so many famous verses in his mind!

With this in mind.

Cao Wei smiled indifferently: "Since writing poetry can have the opportunity to worship the disciples, it is a lot easier!" ”

"Easy?!"

Yang Huai looked suspicious: "Shi Zi has lived for more than sixty years and has never confiscated any protégés, but just adopted a daughter. Although it is possible to accept apprentices this time, it is definitely not a simple matter, if you can be mentioned Miss Murong, you should also be quite satisfied, as for this worship, don't think so much......"

"A little bit of a reminder?"

Cao Wei smiled and shook his head.

It's just a matter of mentioning some of his own poems, but this time he wasn't going to write them himself.

Now that there is an opportunity.

Then he must take out the poems at the bottom of the box in his head!

After all, if you have the opportunity to enter the academy, you must fight for it!

Thinking of this, Cao Wei began to close his eyes and recuperate, thinking about which poem to write and send it over.

Yang Huai stared at Cao Wei.

It's not that he looks down on Cao Wei, after all, he is also from a poor family, and he also has hope for Cao Wei.

But just now Cao Wei said that the words simple were incomprehensible to him.

Now he wants to see what kind of poems Cao Wei can make, and he is actually qualified to say simple!

"What the hell is ...... written?"

Cao Wei slowly opened his eyes.

Originally, I just wanted to help Murong Qing, and I could overwhelm everyone by copying a random point!

But now that the great Confucians are going to accept protégés, they naturally can't be casual!

It's best to do what you like!

Thinking of this, Cao Wei picked up his pen and began to write.

"If you want to eliminate the evils for the Holy Ming, you are willing to decay and cherish the ...... of your old age"

As soon as he finished writing, Cao Wei frowned: "It seems that something is wrong......

Although this verse is indeed invincible, and it is also very suitable for Shi Zizheng to be dismissed, but the front of "a court plays nine heavens, and the tide of Chaozhou Road is eight thousand." And the "Where is the Yunheng Qinling family?" behind it? "It's all a place in this world that doesn't exist!

It still needs to be changed!

If you change it, you don't have the original feeling anymore!

What's more, although Shi Zizheng has been dismissed now, he is obviously not living this kind of miserable life.

And I don't know if I'm worried about you!

No, no, no!

Thinking of this, he crumpled the rice paper in his hand into a ball and continued to think.

But at the moment.

Yang Huai, who was sitting beside him, was suddenly shocked in his heart, and quickly took the paper ball in his hand, savoring it in his heart:

"If you want to eliminate the evils for the Holy Ming, you are willing to decay and cherish the ...... of your old age"

Just as Yang Huai was savoring, Cao Wei didn't pay attention to Yang Huai, but continued to write on the paper:

"The remnant lights have no flame shadows, and this night I heard the Jiujiang River. The dying sat up in shock, and the dark wind blew and the rain into the cold window. ”

"Still won't work!"

Cao Wei frowned again, and after erasing the word Jiujiang, he casually threw it aside.

It's so fake!

This poem is written about hearing that my friend was demoted, and it has been too long since Shi Zizheng was dismissed, if you insist on explaining, it means that you just heard the news from Yang Huai!

If you want to find a situation related to Shi Zizheng, it is really difficult!

The main reason is that Shi Zizheng's situation is different from those derogatory poems in his memory.

And if this poem is to be changed, the name of the place must also be changed.

But this Shi Zizheng's Bowang Villa is so close to the capital, it's too nonsense......

So what kind of mentality is Shi Zizheng now?

Just as Cao Wei was thinking, Yang Huai calmed down and reached out again to take the poem written by Cao Wei just now in his hand.

However, at this moment, Cao Wei turned his head: "Lord Yang! ”

Yang Huai was suddenly taken aback: "Huh? What's wrong? ”

Cao Wei looked apologetic and arched his hand: "Why don't you ...... Lord Yang, let's go out for a while, I really need to think about it! ”

When Yang Huai heard this, he hurriedly agreed: "Okay...... Okay, okay, I'll go out, Cao Huiyuan, you can play hard, I'm optimistic about you! ”

As soon as the words fell, Yang Huai got out of the carriage and asked the groom to slow down a little.

After going out, Yang Huai hurriedly took out the second piece of rice paper and muttered: "Sit up in shock in the dying illness, and the dark wind blows and rains into the cold window......

In an instant, he had just calmed down a little and became shocked again.

"This poem sets off the scenery and shows the sad ......"

"Could it be that he has a friend who has been demoted?"

"But where did this friend get relegated?"

He looked at the two words that had been erased, his heart was like an ant crawling, and he wanted to go in and ask Cao Wei where he had been demoted.

But he looked behind him, and finally held back.