The Qionglin banquet is the last small climax of this imperial examination, at this time, after a series of activities, the new scholars have become familiar with each other, and they can be more open.

Moreover, after the Qionglin banquet, it means the end of the era of personal imperial examinations, and from now on he will officially enter the officialdom.

Therefore, the Qionglin banquet is very lively, and it already has a bit of a "graduation season" carnival.

Lin Jiuyuan Tailai, as the champion, must be the most eye-catching figure in the imperial examination activities, and the characters around him have always been no less.

Although Lin Zhuangyuan is famous, there are still many people who want to make friends with Lin Zhuangyuan.

On the occasion of the Qionglin Banquet, no one was disappointed to talk about Jingyi academics.

The four joys of life, only poetry can express the excitement and excitement of the title of the gold list, and there are allusions to the poems of the wild goose pagoda from the Tang Dynasty.

Speaking of the inscription poem, everyone couldn't help but look at Lin Zhuangyuan, who entered the Tao with martial arts and broke the hegemony of the retro school with his own strength.

Lin Jiuyuan Tailai took the lead, and after pouring a few more sips of wine, he began to show off his poems: "I am happy to have three self-titled poems!" ”

"First, enter the Tong Ting Strategy, and sing the Emperor Linxuan in a sentence. Guo'en is the only one who is a minister, and he has two champions in civil and military affairs for three years! ”

"Second, the reason for the cultural movement is that the sky is open, and it is really Tailai. Sheng Dynasty Deshi Sanyuanrui, cultivating the heirloom of nine leaks, nine leaks and nine firsts! ”

"Third, His Royal Highness Hanyuan is five clouds new, and the sun and the moon are in the sky. The Holy Lord cherishes all his talents, and the nest has been called a minister since then! ”

After listening to it, everyone first felt that they were worthy of being a group of poets, and a mouth of poetry was formed into a group.

It is this quality, how to say, that is, a standard proposition that can no longer be standard.

In other words, if any of them even won nine yuan, they could write this kind of poem

But Lin Zhuangyuan seems to have made a good poem, with a pair of drunken eyes looking at it triumphantly, as if looking forward to the cheers, praises, and praises of others.

But no one spoke, and although everyone was embarrassed to brag about it, they couldn't belittle it.

After all, the propositions are like this, and most people's entertainment works are not as good as these songs.

Lin Zhuangyuan looked left and right again, frowning slightly.

Even if these have not been polluted by officialdom in the same year, and they are embarrassed to brazenly boast, why don't they even have a villain who speaks out to belittle?

Suddenly, I saw Wang Shiqi in the crowd, the eldest son of the elder alliance of the brackets.

Father and son should inherit, it's you! Lin Zhuangyuan put down the wine glass, drunkenly pointed at Wang Shiqi and said, "You say nephew!" Is my poem good? ”

Wang Shiqi responded: "How is your literary overlord different from my father in the past ten years? ”

Lin Zhuangyuan: "??? ”

Could it be that in recent times, has the rebel style become popular?

Taking advantage of the fact that Lin Zhuangyuan could not be rectified, Wang Shiqi continued:

"Your three songs, except for arrogant show-offs and undisguised boasting, have no connotation at all! It's just a mediocre social work! ”

This time it feels right! Lin Zhuangyuan came back to his senses and said lazily:

"What? After working hard for several years, can't you enjoy the glory? ”

Wang Shiqi said again: "Even my father said that most of your works in the past one or two years are mediocre and routine!"

Now he is almost reduced to the same level as Feng Er, and he doesn't have the aura of three or four years ago!

Although you have made a great leap forward in the imperial examination, you may have exhausted your talent in poetry!

Now you only have the four major genres and other poetic theories to be hard mouthed, and the actual creative ability has dried up! ”

Lin Zhuangyuan directly picked up the wine jug, poured a few big sips, was silent for a moment, and then sighed, closed his eyes and said:

"The palace flowers cover their eyes and drink tears, and the newcomers are sad to listen to the new dynasty; Di newspaper bundle made a basket of ashes, and the clothes were pawned and planted in the flower market.

The new poem has more than 1,000 words every day, and there is no word of concern in the poem; Others say that I am so silent, and I can't answer the mountains.

Since Lao Du got the name of his poems, loyalty and patriotism have become child's play; A cup of spring in the bottom of the eyes, mourning the tears of Luoyang's youth! ”

Wang Shiqi: "."

it! For some reason, it seems like you've fallen into a trap?

Suddenly hearing such a deafening long poem, everyone was a little confused.

Everyone has the ability to appreciate it, and you can immediately feel that there is something about this poem.

It not only responds to the questioning of the declining quality of poetry with strength, but also portrays a cold observation of the current situation of the imperial court as a newcomer who is about to enter the court.

There is also the indignation and satire of today's literati, scholars, and court officials, and this absurdity reflects reality at a very high level.

The perfect integration of the above themes into a poem must be amazing.

Lin Zhuangyuan had no sorrow or joy, and silently recited "sins and sins" in his heart, and Yuan Xianzun, who was still stumbling in Suzhou, was about to write this poem, and it would be too late if he didn't copy it, and he broke the vow once.

At this moment, Zhou Yingqiu jumped out, omitted the process and started directly: "It is worthy of the poetry sect of the world!" The length of a hundred schools, the integration of knowledge!

It is no longer limited by genres, and all kinds of poems can be easily obtained without traces, and they are as exquisite as the creation of heaven! ”

Then he looked at Wang Shiqi fiercely and asked, "Do you dare to say that Jiuyuan Brother Jiang Lang is talented?" ”

Wang Shiqi shrank: "What is relayed below is my father's comments. ”

Zhou Yingqiu nodded and replied, "The ones you relayed are indeed like the comments of the old alliance leader Wang.

Words like 'only poetry theory can be hard-mouthed, and the actual creative ability has been exhausted', probably all of the life experience of Wang Laomeng in recent years, right?

Therefore, only the leader of the Wang Lao League can make this kind of comment based on his own life experience and use it on others.

But when it is used on the body of Brother Jiuyuan, the poet, it is a big mistake.

A generation of newcomers replaces the old, and the leader of the old alliance can no longer shoulder the burden of the literary world, so it's time to give way! ”

Everyone: "."

admits that Zhou Yingqiu is talented, but why is he not on the right path at all?

Even Lin Zhuangyuan was deeply shocked, Zhou Pig's trotters' words were definitely free play, it was really not his Lin Tailai's mouth!

Suddenly, Lin Zhuangyuan had a strong sense of crisis, and now everyone is paying attention to Zhou Pig's trotters, and his limelight seems to have been robbed!

This will not work! The strong fighting spirit rekindled from Lin Zhuangyuan's heart!

Bang Dang! The wine jug in Lin Zhuangyuan's hand accidentally fell to the ground, and after re-entering the sight of others, he sighed again: "What kind of poetry sect you say, it's all floating clouds!" Actually, I envy you! ”

"In terms of poetry and literature, you can still follow the direction of the four major schools, move forward step by step, and enjoy the fun of self-improvement.

But I don't know where I'm heading or what the higher realm is.

The sea is the shore of the boundless sky, and who is the peak of the mountain?

In front of me, there is only an endless fog and a desperate path, but I can only be alone, and I can only explore meaninglessly for the rest of my life."

In order to borrow fine wine to brew emotions, Lin Zhuangyuan pretended to be overly forced at the Qionglin banquet, and finally pretended to be broken.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying in Wang's house, Wang Situ's Wang family.

The good nephew Wang Xiangmeng walked in with the maidservant and shouted gloatingly: "You're finished! ”

Lin Zhuangyuan had a splitting headache and didn't want to speak, but he still asked: "I just pretended to be too hard last night, why is it over?" ”

Wang Xiangmeng continued: "You also pulled Shen Shoufu and wrote a poem!"

In the past 30 years, two champions, bamboo forest stories I Wumen. Who knows how many years Panshui has been, and there is even more spiritual light.

Hanyuan East Pavilion is the same as Da Yin, and the article career is cloudy. Xiangchen holds the weight of the golden ou in his hand, and it is difficult for the weeping poplar to turn around.

Shen Shoufu was very angry after reading it, thinking that you were sarcastic about his inaction, so it was better to retire and make way for you! ”

Lin Zhuangyuan said angrily: "Isn't this a text prison? I'm just comparing myself to the prime minister, he's not even a three-yuan! But Shousuke took advantage of the topic to play! ”

Wang Xiangmeng didn't argue with Lin Tailai, and continued: "Then my second uncle gave you a poem, but you thought that the second uncle's gift of poems was not good, so you wrote a poem on the spot!"

You also know that my second uncle has always been very concerned about the lack of literary talent, and he can't mix in the literary circle! My face was black last night! ”

Lin Zhuangyuan: "."

Then Wang Xiangmeng shook his head and chanted:

"The east bed is open today, and Hanyuan Wenguang takes the stage. Thousands of miles of lintels are counted as cranes, and the ninefold grace is returned.

The wine pours autumn dew pearl drops, and the flowers reflect the spring glow splendid pile. Nine heads of three yuan ascended to the first place, and the natural immortals came down to earth. ”

Drunk and misguided, Lin Zhuangyuan covered his head in pain. Once broken, the two bigwigs were offended.

No wonder Li Bai is not good at officialdom, there is a reason.

(End of chapter)