Poems that protect the country, the fragrance of ink spreads for a thousand miles.
The four people who were on the same stage as Fang Yun looked at each other and shook their heads. Then, they walked down the stage together.
"I knew it would be like this!" someone muttered softly.
"Then are we still going to jump the jade mountain?" someone joked.
"I'm convinced of my loss, so I'm not going to jump."
"This incident made me understand that I should never participate in any literary gatherings with Fang Yun around."
"But without Fang Yun, what's the point of the literary gatherings?"
"That's true, sigh …"
The people on the right were full of praises. Many scholars whose hometown was not in the capital were the most emotional. The phrase "I miss my family more on every festive occasion" expressed everyone's sadness and longing.
Although the people on the left stood up to show their respect, there were very few people who praised. They just kept silent. Most of them were thinking about this phrase.
A person on the left sighed softly, "I miss my family more on every festive occasion. This phrase will definitely be passed down through the ages. I have no regrets in my life after hearing this phrase."
Someone nearby coughed softly, indicating that he should not speak nonsense.
"Sigh …" Some people sighed, thinking that the champion would definitely be Fang Yun.
The young duke was unconvinced, "The great scholar Nangong also wrote a few poems that protect the country. It's still unknown who will win this literary gatherings!"
Lei Yuanting secretly glanced at the great scholar Nangong Leng and said, "The young duke is right! This poem is too simple … "
"Shut up!" Tong Luan suddenly shouted softly, forcing Lei Yuanting to swallow his words. Lei Yuanting's face turned red as he realized that he had said something wrong.
The rest of the people also looked at Lei Yuanting strangely. When the great scholar Nangong Leng was young, he was not only famous for his poems, but also for his attitude towards poems. He once had a saying of "asking a servant about poems".
Back then, after Nangong Leng finished writing poems, he would often ask a servant who did not read much. If the servant did not understand a poem or did not know a word, he would immediately correct it. As a result, he wrote many poems that were popular. Most of the time, his poems seemed simple, but they directly pointed to the true meaning of the poem. They were not pretentious, did not pursue flowery words, and were more sincere and emotional. This was why Nangong Leng became famous.
Fang Yun also heard Lei Yuanting's words and Tong Luan's shout. He secretly shook his head. This person had forgotten the original meaning of poems. Not to mention the flowery words as well as the rhythm... In the end, poetry was still the most important thing.
Fang Yun couldn't help but think of Bai Juyi. Bai Juyi had the titles of "Poetry Demon" and "Poetry King". Bai Juyi had a well-known saying that "Old Women Can Understand". It was said that every time he finished a poem, he would let an ordinary old woman listen to it. If the old woman couldn't understand, he would change the poem.
Jian Ming hurriedly....................
Nangong Leng glanced at Jian Ming expressionlessly, scaring Jian Ming so much that he raised his hand and gave himself a slap, saying, "This student is speaking nonsense. .........
.... Great Scholar Nangong is competing for first place. How can you comment? Let Great Scholar Nangong think about the Chongyang poem first. Don't disturb him! "Assistant Minister Si Yueqing scolded.
"That's right." The others nodded.
On the table, Clan Head Wei was full of smiles. As the organizer of this year's Chongyang Literary Gathering, the better the poems that appeared, the more beneficial it would be to Clan Head Wei's reputation. As a Clan Head, it was not worth bragging about how much money he earned or who he knew. But if a national poem appeared at the gathering he hosted, it was enough to brag about for a lifetime.
Clan Head Wei looked below the stage. He said, "Which gentleman is willing to comment on this poem?"
"My heart is itching. Let me do it." Kang Ha-chuan said as he raised his right foot and stepped forward. His figure was like an immortal as he flew onto the table. When his right foot landed, he was already standing beside Fang Yun's table.
Fang Yun cupped his hands and retreated a few steps.
Everyone immediately listened solemnly. Kang Ha-chuan was the country's Minister of Culture. He was in charge of educating the entire nation. He was called "Dai Fu Zi". The Emperor had to bow when he saw him. He did not need to bow to the Emperor.
Jiang Hechuan nodded slightly and said, "There's no need for me to say more about this sentence, 'Every festive season makes you miss your loved ones'. I've read countless poems, but I've never seen such a refined and perfect summary. It's close to the way of poetry. Just now, someone said that the national poem was true. Thousands of years later, I, Kang Ha-chuan, will be forgotten. But this sentence will be constantly mentioned. As long as there is a festival, this sentence will appear. This sentence is the power of simplicity. It is the true poetry. "
"I like this sentence, but I like the next two sentences even more. Fang Yun's first two sentences expressed his feelings. If you and I were to write the next two sentences, I am afraid we would continue to write about how homesick we are. But Fang Yun's last two sentences suddenly changed the world. He did not talk about himself, but with a thought, he wrote that his brothers and relatives were also climbing in the distance. They inserted the dogwood, but found that Fang Yun was missing. When I heard this sentence, I felt an inexplicable sense of loss. "
Many people originally did not understand the last two sentences of the poem. But after listening to the Minister of Culture's explanation, they vaguely understood.
Kang Ha-chuan deliberately paused for a few breaths to give everyone time to think. Then he said, "The last two sentences are Fang Yun's words. He put himself in the shoes of others and hoped that his relatives and friends who were missing would not be sad for him. The meaning of this sentence is really rare. Even so, if you think about it carefully, his relatives and friends will be sad for him. He is missing so many relatives and friends. What will happen? If you think about this sentence carefully, it is infinitely profound. It echoes with the previous sentence, 'alone in a foreign land as a stranger.' It shows the feeling of being far away from friends and home. Fang Yun's talent is not something I can compare with. This kind of poem, even if you study hard for decades, if you can't write it, you can't write it. "
Lei Yuanting's face became redder as he listened. Just now, he had a preconceived notion that this poem was simple. But after listening to Kang Ha-chuan's explanation, he understood that since it was used to guard the country, there must be a reason for it!
Lei Yuanting also found that a dignified Confucian scholar would not talk about poetry like this, but he said it in such detail. It was similar to the Nangong Confucian's "Asking Poetry to Servants". Because there were many women and children in the hall, if he explained it in terms of poetry, it would be useless except showing off. This was the difference between the Confucian scholars and ordinary scholars. They had reached the realm of returning to simplicity.
The young duke on the side secretly wiped his sweat, his face burning. He thought that fortunately, he was not stupid enough to casually criticize this poem. Otherwise, he could only find a hole to hide in at this moment.
Later, Kang Ha-chuan specifically analyzed the use of the words "alone" and "different" in the poem, and finally sighed that it was a stroke of genius.
"This poem not only has a wonderful structure and deep meaning, but the calligraphy is also quite unique. Such a masterpiece should be worshipped in Jingguo Academy for three years. Let the world know that the students of Jingguo are not inferior to any country. "
After Kang Ha-chuan finished speaking, he smiled and cupped his hands to the crowd. Then, he stretched out his fingers and pinched "Remembering the Ninth September Brothers of the Holy Ground" and put it into the Hubei. His movements were smooth and natural, natural and unrestrained.
Everyone present was dumbfounded.
Fang Yun almost rolled his eyes. Looking at his movements, he knew that the minister must have kept this poem in his hands for a few days before putting it in the Academy.
Fang Yun was not worried that this poem would be misappropriated. It would definitely return to his hands after three years. There were only advantages and no disadvantages to sending this poem to the Academy. Many things were not his to do. The moment the poem was placed in the Academy, he would have the qualifications and qualifications.
Kang Ha-chuan finished appreciating this poem and walked down the stage.
Everyone's gaze intentionally or unintentionally fell on the purple-robed Confucian.
Even though Nangong Leng did not speak, He still could not avoid becoming the focus of the crowd.
Everyone on the mountaintop seemed to be strangled by an invisible force. No one spoke, only the autumn wind blew.
Even the ignorant children were affected by this atmosphere and tightly clutched their parents' clothes.
Fang Yun lowered his head slightly and looked at the floor of the stage. He did not look at Nangong Leng. Even though he knew that Nangong Leng might be unfavorable to him, he did not provoke him, nor did he compete with him. He would not be complacent just because he had a national poem.
Fang Yun saw the purple figure move from the corner of his eyes. His heart skipped a beat and he looked up in shock. Nangong Leng was not walking towards the stage, but was stepping on the clouds. He was rising slowly and was actually leaving the gathering.
What was going on?
Everyone, including Prime Minister Kang Ha-chuan, was confused. As a great Confucian, Nangong Leng could not possibly run away without competing. He would rather lose than run away. Furthermore, Wu Guo, where he was from, was at odds with Jingguo. Once he ran away, he would definitely be despised by the scholars in Wu Guo.
Most importantly, a great Confucian had come to suppress Fang Yun, a high scholar. He must have a favor to ask of the Lei family. If he left now, not only would he lose an important opportunity, but he would also offend the powerful Lei family.
Even Half-saint, who was still alive, would not offend the Lei family, let alone a great Confucian!
Nangong Leng's back was facing the crowd. He stepped on the clouds and slowly rose. Under everyone's puzzled gaze, he suddenly opened his mouth and spoke. His voice traveled thousands of miles.
"The Fang family's young phoenix soars in the sky. The birds retract their wings, not daring to present their essays. "
The faces of many people on the left were as black as the bottom of a pot, especially the junior duke, who wanted Fang Yun to die, Jian Ming, and Lei Yuanting, who had placed their treasures on the table. Their faces were purple and could explode at any time.
The junior duke almost scolded Nangong Leng for being crazy. The words "The birds retract their wings, not daring to present their essays" were not only because Great Confucian Nangong admitted that he was not as good as Fang Yun, but also because of the "young phoenix". It was obvious that he was helping Fang Yun become famous!
A great Confucian Nangong, who was the world's number one poet, admitted that his poem was not as good as Fang Yun. Even a fool could understand the meaning behind his words.
The slightest carelessness would cause one to lose all of one's wisdom. Even the civil minister, Jiang Hechuan, couldn't do it. But this person from Wu Country, who was at odds with Jing Country, actually said it. It exceeded everyone's imagination.
Jian Ming's eyes were red. He never dreamed that Nangong Leng would say such a thing. In the eyes of a person from Wu Guo, Great Confucian Nangong was committing treason! At this moment, he even wanted to assassinate Nangong Leng, the great Confucian traitor, but this idea quickly dissipated.
Lei Yuanting's eyes were full of panic. He seemed to have foreseen something. He reached out to support himself on the table, his clothes trembling slightly.
Nangong Leng's voice spread throughout Jade Mountain again.
"The Old Man originally wanted to cooperate with the Lei family. The Lei family used Fang Yun to test my sincerity, but the Old Man used Fang Yun to test the Lei family's ability. Unfortunately, the Lei family became enemies with Fang Yun because of a mere brat. He has no ability to judge people. Relying on the protection of the Dragons and ancestors, he is arrogant and conceited. The Old Man is ashamed to be associated with him! I have long wanted to discuss poems with Fang Yun. Although I did not say a word today, I returned with a full load. Wonderful! "
When Nangong Leng said the last two words, "Wonderful", other than Prime Minister Kang Ha-chuan, whether it was centenarians or three-year-old children, whether it was those who supported Fang Yun on the right or those who opposed Fang Yun on the left, even Jian Ming who had already lost the Inky Flood Dragon Brush Wash and Lei Yuanting who might lose the Ascending Dragon Stone, all revealed a natural smile.
Everyone was affected by Nangong Leng's two words. Endless joy emerged from the depths of everyone's heart. It was as if everyone was like Nangong Leng, encountering the most wonderful thing.
Fang Yun bowed deeply and said with a thunderous voice, "Teacher Nangong is broad-minded. You are truly a model scholar. This student almost measured the heart of a gentleman with the yardstick of a villain. Farewell, Teacher. "
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