Meng Yuanzhi ruled China for a long time, not only the books and classics were lost, but the Confucian style was also much worse than before. Previously, Lao Zhu was preparing for the imperial examination, but he couldn't even select a few available scholars, so he had to postpone the scientific examination next time. This full-flair poetry meeting was also specially organized by Lao Zhu's nod and instruction. It is intended to carry forward my great literary atmosphere, hoping to promote the prosperity of literature and Taoism, so that more pillars can be selected in the future.

Many scholars and Confucians attached great importance to this matter. Not only did the highly respected Song Lian personally preside over the poetry meeting, but he also summoned almost all the young scribes in the Guozi Prison of the Gongyuan on the other side of the river, as well as the literati and artists stranded in Beijing. Fortunately, the Fuller House is the façade built by the Imperial Court Teaching Department, and the hall covers a wide area, which can accommodate so many students and scholars.

Perhaps because the atmosphere in the early Ming Dynasty was not very decadent, this so-called poetry club did not see Zhu Su's imagination of the Yingge Yan Dance and the famous prostitute Xiangxiang. On the contrary, it is a full color of Eguan caftan, and the atmosphere of Han Mo is full. Zhu Su was a little disappointed. After Song Lian read out the title of the poetry meeting, hundreds of young scribes raised their sleeves and grinded in unison, thinking hard about raising their pens. The atmosphere was solemn and solemn.

"Is it a poem with the title of 'nostalgia? It's not a difficult title." Zhu Li looked out the window and said silently in his heart, trying to compare with the scholars and students below. This topic is not difficult, if Zhu Su wants to catch the ducks on the shelves, he can probably copy the poems of later generations. But after this limelight, there will be a poetry club, and the poetry topics will be tricky, and he will be blind. So I just watched with interest to see if there would be any good works in the poetry meeting.

One after another, scholars took the paper on which they wrote poems and handed them to the judges sitting in the front row, and Song Lian and other great Confucians began to evaluate the poems on the paper one by one. After writing the poems, the scholars returned to their seats and inevitably began to whisper, and the Fuller House, which had been solemn and silent, suddenly became slightly noisy again. The great Confucians on the stage also exchanged poems and comments from time to time. Occasionally, one or two good sentences came out, and some Confucians slapped the table and chanted loudly, and praised the knots. The scholars below also boasted in unison, and the scholars who wrote this good sentence held their heads high and were surrounded by a group of admiring classmates to congratulate.

"Guozi Prisoner, that's it?" Zhu Li said disdainfully, just a few "masterpieces" recited by Song Lian and them, Zhu Li thought that he was far inferior to the one he made. It's just that in this room, there are either semi-illiterate people like Zhu Zhang, Zhu Di, and Zhu Su who don't know how to learn, or pure illiterates like Lan Yu, who can't read big characters. Zhu Li's Tong Boyi is really completely pretending to be a blind man.

"Three...... The third brother, the younger brother also made a poem, and asked the third brother to correct the axe." Unexpectedly, the sixth Zhu Zhen actually wrote a poem, Zhu Li took it with some surprise, only to see that the level was compatible, quite artistic conception, and it was much stronger than most of the Guozi prisoners below. I couldn't help but be surprised: "Sixth, yes! You have such a talent for poetry!"

"I have nothing to do on weekdays, so I read a few more poetry books...... Zhu Zhen was a little embarrassed.

"Old Five, why don't you make a song?" Zhu Li instigated Zhu Sudao.

"No, fifth brother, poetry or something, the younger brother doesn't know at all! How can there be such a smell of wine and meat?" Zhu Su said, and Zhu Fan and Zhu Di on the side nodded their heads in agreement. Zhu Su still looked at the window, and the two of them were at the table from beginning to end, and they didn't move their nests at all.

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The poetry meeting was like this, and they couldn't finish commenting on the poems for a while, so Zhu Su continued to sit down and eat wine and food, while discussing the characters of the Three Kingdoms with Zhu Di and Lanyu. Anyway, the noise of the poetry review at the bottom is not worried about the sound leaking out.

The noise of the poems lasted for a while, and from time to time good works came out. The judges have selected the three tripods of today's poetry club, and the communication voices of the students and scholars have gradually quieted down and waited to listen.

Regardless of the second and third grades, if you can win the first place in the poetry club, your poems can be sung in a rich place such as the Fuller Academy, and even in the entire Yingtianfu. It is even beneficial for becoming an official in the future.

Therefore, all the scholars hope that they can win the first place in the poetry club.

"This poetry meeting is the prosperity of my Ming literary world, and you have really contributed a lot of good poems." Song Lian got up and said. It is rare for Daming to have a poetry meeting of this scale, and the old gentleman is in good spirits when he is happy. "We have considered it in many ways and think that these three poems are worthy of this poetry meeting

Top three. Wait and listen carefully."

As he spoke, the three poems were recited aloud and posted on the red list.

"Hu Qi is smiling, Wu Yue is cheap and strong. The crowd is noisy, and it is said that the wise man is stupid. The knife and pen calculate the gains and losses, and the silk millet is more profitable and losing. Whoever is the Gongsheng of Yun Zhou is ashamed of this."

"Good poetry, satirizing the past and the present, I might as well too." Zhu Li whispered the poem that was named the leader, and couldn't help but admire. This is the first time he has said that he is ashamed of himself for having poetry. It's the poems of the second and third grades, and when he heard it, he just raised his head and disdained it.

"Who wrote this poem? Hey, isn't that the kid who came to the main hall to kick the gym?" Seeing a young man congratulating him in the middle of a group of scholars, Zhu Di's eyes were very sharp, and he could see at a glance that the shy scholar was the disciple of Song Lian, who was defeated by Zhu Su in the main hall in the past.

"Isn't his name Nozomi straight? Why did Master Song say that this poem was a prescription just now...... What's going on?" Zhu Fan said.

Zhu Su took over the conversation: "Fang Xiaoru. Fang Cai Song Shi said that the author of this poem is Fang Xiaoru!"

There have been turbulent waves in my heart. Fang Xiaoru! Emperor Jianwen's die-hard loyalist Fang Xiaoru! The first ruthless man in history to be razed by the Ten Clans, Fang Xiaoru! Loyal and unequaled but ended tragically, leaving an endless tragedy of Fang Xiaoru in the history books! Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the shy teenager who was refuted by himself in the main hall.

The young man was full of energy, and although Fang Xiaoru at this time kept bowing his hands to the same year and was humble, he still couldn't hide the smug spirit of the young man in his eyebrows. Can he think that decades later, because of his own beliefs, all his brothers and even friends he will harm will die instead of die because of the morality in his heart that he abides by?

He was not wrong at that time, but the way of the world at that time was wrong.

Zhu Su no longer looked out the window. He has already told Lao Zhu everything, and that kind of wrong world will naturally be stopped by Lao Zhu with all his might. A loyal literati like Fang Xiaoru should use his blood to serve the country and the people, instead of uselessly falling under the butcher's knife of civil strife and dyeing the long river of history red and making people sigh sadly. I believe that in this world, he will definitely be able to show his heart and spirit, get a good result, and show a pure Confucian ideal in his heart to benefit one party.

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As soon as I tore a chicken leg from a chicken and stuffed it into my mouth, I heard the noisy congratulatory sound outside. Someone must have signaled everyone to stop the noise. Then I listened to Song Lian's voice outside:

"Although the leader has been successfully elected this time, here is the old man, and there is a nostalgic poem given to me by His Majesty. You will also appreciate and judge, and you will know that a mountain is more than a mountain."

The word given by Lao Zhu? Zhu Su smiled in his heart while chewing the chicken thigh. Lao Zhu's poems are domineering, but the words and sentences are all "the chicken crows and pouts, the rooster crows twice, and the chickens pout twice", which is simple and easy to understand and has no culture. It is a pure shame to put it here in the poetry meeting, doesn't the old master of Song want to satirize the king in public?

"This word card is Linjiang Immortal, listen carefully." Song Lian said, at this time, the Fuller House was silent, and the needles could be heard, and even the people in the private room held their breath, wanting to hear what nostalgic words Lao Zhu could make.

People like Zhu Su and Zhu Di who were not interested all sat at the table, and Zhu Li and Zhu Zhen continued to look at the window. Song Lian unfolded a piece of paper that he cherished and placed in his arms, took a deep breath, and Song Lian's subdued reading voice sounded outside the window of the private room:

"Linjiang Immortals, Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water."

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. Success or failure turns empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red a few times!"

"On the white-haired fisherman Jiangzhu, I am used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet."

"How many things in ancient and modern times, all paid, laughing and talking!"

When Song Lian read this word, he was extremely proud, and in the last sentence, there was even a broken sound. But there wasn't a single person in the entire Fuller Theater who laughed at him. If the silence just now was seen in the face of Song Lian, the great Confucian, then the current silence is because everyone has been brought into the artistic conception of this nostalgic poem.

"Wow! That's great!" Even Lan Yu, who couldn't even read big characters, couldn't help muttering admiration at this time. he

Although I can't read, I can hear the heroism of the heroes of the past contained in this poem, and sigh that time flies, and the heroes are no longer depressed!

This poem is a perfect expression of the melancholy that he wants to meet with a hero like Guan Yu, but due to the long river of time, he can only toast a glass of wine to the air, and ancient and modern things can only be paid into laughter!

"Looks like I'm going to have to study in the future. Otherwise, no praise will be spoken." Lan Yu thought to herself.

"Brilliant word! That's a great word! Compared to this word, my crooked word really shouldn't be in this world!" Zhu Li also sighed, and even Zhu Di and Zhu Fan were also brought into it by the wonderful artistic conception of this word, and they could not forget it for a long time. Zhu Zhen also patted the window edge and praised: "This word cannot be done by heaven and man, I can't imagine that my father is not only eloquent and strategic, but also has such poetic talents...... Hey, fifth brother, what's wrong with you?"

As soon as Zhu Zhen said, everyone realized that Zhu Su had a strange open mouth, his chin seemed to be dislocated, and the large piece of chicken leg in his mouth was about to fall on the table without reacting.

Zhu Su didn't expect that he didn't want to copy the poems, and Lao Zhu actually directly copied his poems! This Linjiang Immortal was indeed written in the notebook that Lao Zhu had read, and I don't know when he wrote it down!

"Old Five? Are you okay? Didn't you choke?" Zhu Fan brought Zhu Su a pot of tea, and Zhu Su came back to his senses, waved his hand and said that it was okay. The group of scribes below were already crazy, and some sycophants were so excited that they knelt down on the spot, and the mountain shouted Long live Your Majesty. Hearing this, Zhu Su scolded in his heart while drinking tea: It has to be you, Emperor Hongwu, your face is really thick!

What is this? was forced to send a masterpiece to Lao Zhu to pretend to be a boy? This old comrade, you still have to be shameless, you are the emperor and you still steal one of my few masterpieces. I'm embarrassed to do this kind of thing, and this level of masterpiece is one less than one! I knew that you were so thick-skinned and silent, so you stole poetry and pretended to be a fool, so it was better for me to be cheeky and give myself a refreshing pretend......

Just thinking like this, Song Lian's voice came again in the chaos below:

"You have misunderstood, although this poem was indeed handed over to me by His Majesty, in fact, its author is not Your Majesty, but someone else."

"This person is the fifth son of His Majesty, and now he has made Wu Di the fifth highness of the domain, Zhu Su, the king of Wu!!"

"Poof!" Zhu Su sprayed all the tea on Zhu Zhang's face.

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