Chapter 242
Participation in the poetry gathering requires a prize of one or two taels of silver. After paying the money, a servant will bring a pen and ink. After the guest writes, it will be sent to Zhuangyuan Building for evaluation by the literati.
If the poem is selected, it will be posted.
Zhuangyuan Building is famous for its high vision. Although there are many participants, it is good if there are three or two poems that can be presented in the end.
It is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and there is no need to guess the topic, which is naturally:
'Moon. '
"Pen!"
Wu Chushu's chest almost sticks out of his clothes, and he confidently takes out the silver, full of style.
He has prepared seriously for today!
Xiao Wu thinks he has good literary talent, although he has not written any new works recently.
But his master, Elder Zeng, is a cultured person!
It can be seen from the fact that Elder Zeng never puts down his book every day.
He copied this poem from his master. When his master wrote it, all the scholars and writers praised it, saying that it was only in heaven and rarely heard in the world!
This is Xiao Wu's confidence!
"Do you have wine?"
"Sir, you only gave one or two silver taels. The lowest price of wine in our Zhuangyuan Building is three or two silver taels per pot..."
"I'll pay more!"
So Wu Chushu gulped down the wine, and when his face turned red, he "brewed" for a while before writing.
Judging from his unrestrained posture, it should be the work of the immortal poet.
"I heard that Elder Zeng is very talented and has the reputation of a poet."
"Fortunately, there is more than one prize, otherwise I am afraid I might not be able to grab it."
Student Li stepped forward to take the pen handed over by the servant and smiled shyly.
After all, it is plagiarism.
He was embarrassed to publicize the plagiarized poem, but he was secretly happy to win a prize with the literary talent of his ancestors.
"Every profession has its own specialty, and Li Shaoxia can't be good at everything."
Wu Chushu had satisfied his addiction to being a wild poet, and the smile returned to his face.
Bai Jinghong and Cao Mu looked at each other and saw the silence in each other's eyes.
Xiao Wu seemed to really think that Elder Zeng was very talented...
Forgot that he killed six bandits and was blown up to razing the entire mountain stronghold?
At this time.
Li Mo also put it aside and returned to his original place.
"What did you write?"
Ying Bing saw the servant carrying two pages of paper into the Zhuangyuan Building, and couldn't help but be curious.
He often uttered some strange words and rhymes.
But he didn't see any literary talent.
"Don't worry, it's not a problem to bring back a prize."
Li Mo frowned.
Ying Bing vaguely remembered.
When Li Mo was young, Uncle Li hired a teacher to teach him.
After only three days of teaching, Li was rejected by the teacher, who said that he could not teach this boy.
The private school teacher came with dark circles under his eyes and a mustache, and his face was covered with correct words....
".......I have used this red rope for a long time and I am quite used to it."
......
In the Zhuangyuan Building.
The famous literati in the city gathered here, passing around the poems sent from below, and commenting on each other.
The one sitting in the first seat was Elder Zeng.
I have to say that our Elder Zeng looks very good. Now he is wearing a Confucian robe and sitting there, and he really has the temperament of a great scholar.
He is looking at a book with a blue cover. The strange thing is that the book seems to be relatively large.
"Brother Zeng, what do you think of this one?"
"Not bad."
"What about this one?"
"It fits the topic."
Elder Zeng put away the scroll and put it in his arms, his expression indifferent.
Suddenly, someone exclaimed:
"You have poems of this level?"
"A masterpiece?"
"Tsk tsk, it must be a work of great talent to make Teacher Song so excited."
Everyone gathered around.
However, after Teacher Song was surprised, he was unhappy:
"The preface of this poem is not consistent with the postscript, the rhythm and antithesis are not what you want, and the artistic conception is irrelevant."
"It's a waste of money to send it up at this level!"
"Hiss..."
Everyone looked at the poem with a wonderful expression.
"Hmm?" Elder Zeng walked forward, his face twitched slightly, and black lines appeared on his forehead.
Isn't this his "masterpiece"!
Just at this time, someone asked him:
"Brother Zeng, what do you think?"
"I'm just a passerby, I'm just saying what I want to say... At least my courage is commendable, and my yearning for poetry is worthy of recognition..." Elder Zeng clenched his fist in his sleeve.
Everyone looked at each other.
With Elder Zeng's aggressiveness, he shouldn't have given such a mild evaluation...
Suddenly, they found the signature in the corner:
"Wu Chushu."
That's it.
"Hahahaha, if this poem doesn't stink, it's actually pretty good."
"Courage is commendable, courage is commendable!"
"I thinkAlthough the achievement is not enough to show to others, a prize should still be given as a little encouragement.
Looking at Elder Zeng's Jiancheng Elder badge, the literati did not look down on each other at this time.
"Let's first find out which poem can exemplify the literary style of Zhuangyuan Building."
"If it really doesn't work, we can only brainstorm."
Elder Zeng smiled kindly and recalled the rules of the sect, how to punish Wu Chushu.
Forget it, I won't make excuses, just enter with my left foot first.
Suddenly.
Another exclamation came from the side.
"Wait! This one!"
Teacher Song was surprised again, and his expression was extremely wonderful.
"What's the matter?"
"Show it to Brother Zeng. "
The scholar next to him was startled, and he came over to take a look, and his expression was immediately stunned.
Elder Zeng frowned, thinking that they did not have the style of a scholar at all.
However, as soon as he took it, his expression was petrified on the spot.
After seeing the signature in the corner, his body began to tremble slightly.
He rushed to the side of the building and looked down.
"Hehe...it's them..."
"Okay, it's true, hehehe..."
Elder Zeng smiled foolishly.
Everyone felt that Brother Zeng was really a man of temperament, and he was so fascinated by the good poems.
"Frame it for me!"
"I'll write it myself! Find a bigger piece of paper...Forget it, just use Yunjin! "
Although Elder Zeng has no talent for poetry, he has a good handwriting.
.....
In front of the Zhuangyuan Building.
The servant brought a green jade hairpin and handed it to Wu Chushu.
Wu Chushu raised his chin and handed the hairpin to Miss She next to him.
"Brother Wu is the best." Miss She didn't know if she had a cold, her nasal tone was very heavy.
In public, Miss She gave Wu Chushu a sweet kiss on the face and smacked him.
"Haha."
Wu Chushu was so beautiful that he almost broke the image of a chic scholar, and his mouth was harder to suppress than AK.
I don't know if he can still laugh when he returns to Jiancheng.
Ying Bing's eyes moved slightly.
She saw the pig running away, and her peripheral vision couldn't help but look at Li Mo's cheek.
"It shouldn't be. "
Li Mo touched his chin.
Is the aesthetic of the nine heavens and ten earths different from that of the previous life?
At this time, the servant who had just left came back and brought back an exquisite rosewood box.
"Sir, your prize."
"Why is it different from Wu Chushu's..."
As soon as Li Mo opened it, he found a lotus-shaped hairpin inside, but the material was a transparent clear-bottomed jadeite, which was obviously much more precious.
"Congratulations, sir, you won the first prize!"
Hua La La --
The fine brocade rolled down from the Zhuangyuan Building like waves, bringing a good handwriting.
"The moonlight in front of the Mingyue Building is still as silver.
It is obviously the previous incarnation. Looking back, it becomes a smile, cold for thousands of years.
It shines through the world as clear as water, and it has also shone through the dust.
Don't exchange the round face for a frown. Three or five nights in the world, I missed the person in the mirror. ”
The girl's voice read it out in a daze.
Her beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were complicated after reminiscing, and then the clouds and rain stopped, like the moon drilling out of the clouds.
.....
PS: The poem is Linjiangxian, written by Chen Zengshou in the late Qing Dynasty and modern times.
Don't worry that Bingtuozi and Xiao Li will be separated for a long time. It is well known that there are many monster tribes in southern Xinjiang, and Xiao Li has inherited the magical power of 72 transformations...
Please charge the battery, this is very important for Xiaopujie, muah!
