In the previous life, Lin Wei and this scholar were also acquaintances, but the relationship was not good, because as soon as Lin Wei became the secretary of the Criminal Department, he convicted and beheaded Cao Lianzhi, a son and nephew of the traitor department.
Although this right minister is upright and does not hold a grudge against Lin Wei, he is also old and dead.
The current Cao Lianzhi is very different from when Lin Wei saw him in his last life, so Lin Wei will ask for sure.
On the other side, after Cao Lianzhi heard Wen Ruocheng's words, he was immediately surprised: "You mean that the article on the holy words the year before last was written by that person, and that his font is better than yours."
"That's right," Wen Ruocheng nodded.
Cao Lian said straightforwardly: "I have read that treatise on the holy words, it is indeed amazing, and it is not as good as making you sigh in calligraphy, but I don't believe it." ” "I don't deceive people, I do sigh to myself on calligraphy" Wen Ruocheng finished speaking, and he had an expression of hatred for iron and steel, and shook his head and said: "It's a pity that this Lin Wei doesn't want to forge ahead, and he doesn't go to the Confucian avenue, so he has to go to the underworld to be a ghost, don't you think that ghosts and immortals are so easy to cultivate?"
Cao Lian nodded straightly: "Ghosts and immortals are also immortals, and it is difficult to become immortals, it is not easy, since this Lin Wei came to participate in the literary meeting, I must have the opportunity to see the calligraphy you said, and it is not easy to make Ruocheng so respected by you." ” Soon, the two changed their topic.
"This Wenhui, the King of Jin is here, the King of Sui is also here, and there are several other princes, I think there will be a wonderful Wendou in a while."
Cao Lianzhi said at this time.
"For the position of the East Palace, several princes recruited guest secretaries, recruited talents, immortal monks, Confucian scribes, martial arts warriors, it can be said that those who come do not refuse, this Wenhui is also a place to show the strength of all parties, who can win the first place, can get fame. and can add points to His Majesty, and no one will give up this opportunity.
After Wen Ruocheng finished speaking, his voice lowered a few degrees and said, "Cao Xiang."
A few princes, who do you like?"
"I can't tell" Cao Lianzhi stretched out his hand and stroked his beard, saw Wen Ruocheng staring at him all the time, and said, "What if it becomes you?"
"I can't say for sure."
Wen Ruocheng is now learning and selling, and the two glanced at each other.
They all laughed and didn't talk about the topic again.
Even if one of the two of them is the five-rank county guard of the Immortal Dao Divine Pass Realm, and the other is the first-grade prime minister of the Immortal Dao True Words Realm, they are all cautious about the matter of this prince and dare not speak falsely.
At this time, the gong sounded, and the ceremonial official seemed to pinch his throat and shouted: "The literary meeting of the Holy Academy begins, please ask the dean to ask the question."
After the sound was over, the originally bustling conversation gradually subsided, and at this time, an old man in Confucian clothes walked up to the high platform and swept around.
Everyone was silent.
Lin Wei knew that this old man was the first dean of Wensheng Academy, and he was now a hundred years old, although he did not carry the Tao in writing, he also cultivated the Immortal Dao.
Among the literati of Wu State, the status is extremely high, even if Wen Ruo is prejudiced, he has to be called "Mr".
Lin Wei had heard of the rules of the Wenhui, even if he didn't know it before.
Qu Wushuang also told him just now.
The theme of each literary meeting is different, but there will be three categories, one is a poem question, and the dean will temporarily issue a question.
Everyone used this as a poem, comparing their talents.
The second is calligraphy and painting, which is written and painted on the spot for everyone to appreciate.
The third is literary debate, which is compared to knowledge and eloquence, and since ancient times, literati have used oral writing as a sharp weapon.
Su Sheng went to all countries to argue with Confucianism alone, and everywhere he went, the great Confucians avoided him one by one, which was really scary, and because of this, he was the only one who made him a saint.
Therefore, literary debate has become a reserved item of Wensheng Academy, and every time there is a literary meeting, everyone will argue.
Now, it's time to come up with the poem first.
The old dean didn't make everyone wait longer, nor did he say some superfluous nonsense, and went straight to the topic.
"This literary meeting, the title of the poem is big."
After speaking, he walked down directly, without saying much, he did have a character.
Now that the title of the poem has been released, the next step is to compose the poem in public, recite it, and let people taste it.
This is an opportunity to show off, and many students of the Holy Academy, as well as literati outside the Academy, understand that if they can excel at this literary meeting, there will be too many benefits in the future.
"It's a big talk, and this topic is interesting."
Lin smiled, although he was very interested, but this time, Lin Wei didn't have the heart to write a poem, he came here for only one purpose, to make friends with King Jin.
Although the King of Jin also likes poetry, he loves Danqing the most, and Lin Wei's plan is to make a move on the second question and lead the King of Jin to take the initiative to find himself with a painting.
It's just that the world is unpredictable, just when many students and scribes were meditating and thinking hard, and composing poems in their hearts, someone suddenly said: "Since it is the Shengyuan Literary Society, this first poem should naturally be composed by the students of the Shengyuan. ” The man who spoke was a scribe, dressed elegantly, but with ill intentions on his face.
Lin Wei had seen this person following that Su Yurao before, and thought it was the helper invited by that woman.
After this person finished speaking, everyone had different expressions, but it was because the so-called big words and poems were actually big words, boasting about Haikou, and saying good things was big words, and bad words were bad words, that is, bragging, nonsense.
Although there is also some history of big words, many talented people will also write poems on this topic, and there are many classic works, but few women write big words, after all, women are virtuous and reserved, and they are really not suitable for women.
But on the contrary, the other party actually asked Qu Wushuang to write a big poem in public, the purpose of which was obviously to humiliate her.
At the moment, many people frowned slightly, Qu Wushuang was even more frosty, and Su Yurao was proud, all she was thinking about was how to make Qu Wushuang ugly, especially to make her ugly in front of Song Shuhuan, a genius in the Holy Courtyard.
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On the other side, several personable students stood together, and one of them whispered: "Brother Song, why don't you go to the hero to save the United States." ” "Su Yurao admires Brother Song, and knows that Brother Song is deflated by Qu Wushuang, so she deliberately makes things difficult, if Brother Song goes to solve the siege, won't it hurt Su Yurao's heart" Another student said with a smile.
"Haha, it depends on Brother Song's choice, but this is also a sweet trouble, I am jealous of Brother Song."
One quipped.
One of the talents of Yushu is Song Shuhuan, the first genius of Wensheng Academy.
At this moment, he didn't speak, just thinking about Qu Wushuang and Su Yurao, naturally, looking and talented, Qu Wushuang was going to win, and because of this, he would pursue Qu Wushuang.
However, the repeated refusal did make Song Shuhuan a little annoyed, he thought about not coming forward for the time being, let Qu Wushuang eat a trench and grow wise, and it would be a big deal to find face for her for a while.
As for Su Yurao, Song Shuhuan thought that this woman was not bad, but since it was his own sooner or later, he was not in a hurry to pick it.
Although it is a bit excessive, no one has intervened, after all, this is a literary society, and it is not necessary to compose poetry, and it is okay not to do it.
It's just that Qu Wushuang obviously can't show weakness, especially on this occasion, especially in front of Lin Wei, she will never show weakness.
At that moment, she was about to compose a poem, but at this moment, she listened to a humane: "The rat has skin, but the person has no etiquette, you want to listen to the poem, can you understand it?"
It was Lin Wei who spoke, and in this case, he had to come forward.
The sentence "rats have skin, people have no manners", directly made the person blush, this is scolding people in person, and there are no dirty words.
Mice have cheeks, they know shame, but people don't, they are simply inferior to beasts, such people are insulting, and they are embarrassed to listen to poetry This is what Lin Wei wants to say, and the people around him can also understand it, applauding loudly at the moment, there are obviously many opinions about what that person did.
Lin Wei noticed that among the applauded people was King Jin, and Wen Ruocheng and Cao Lianzhi also diverted their attention.
The man was also extremely thick-skinned, glanced at Lin Wei, and sneered: "Who are you?"
Lin Wei didn't bother to pay attention to him, the man smiled and didn't say anything more, just with a hint of hatred on his face.
Not far away, Su Yurao's face was also ugly, she was trying to make things difficult for Qu Wushuang, she didn't expect someone to stand up for her, but after thinking about it, she sneered again.
"That person was brought by Qu Wushuang, so let's deal with him together."
After such a fuss, everyone's attention was focused on Lin Wei and that person, in this case, basically, it was time to fight poetry.
Qu Wushuang didn't expect that Su Yurao would make things difficult for herself in public, and she didn't expect that Lin Wei would stand up and shield her from the wind and rain, at this moment she clenched her fists tightly and silently walked behind Lin Wei.
"Since this little brother said that I can't understand poetry, then I have to fight poetry with you in the next day, I am Meng Yuanchao of Xiayang County, and I will make a big poem today, and I will ask this little brother to comment on one or two."
The man reported his name just now, and after speaking, he shook his head, and after a while, his eyes lit up, and he said loudly: "The body is like a black iron hard state, the sword is like an itch, moving mountains and rivers is like a wishful thing, big" Before he finished saying the word "big", Lin Wei suddenly said in a hurry: "Big Dream reprimands the rising sun" At that moment, Qu Wushuang bit his lip, Su Yurao was dumbfounded, King Jin clapped his hands again and again, Wen Ruocheng and Cao Lianzhi were all eyes lit up.
The bright-eyed people, not only the two of them, but also the many scribes present were stunned by Lin Wei's sentence of "grabbing poetry".
What is "poetry grabbing"?
Although the fighting poems are elegant, they are not at all worse than the fighting methods.
One of the more high-end means is to grab the white before the other party's poem is completed, and complete this poem, of course, the premise is that it must correspond to the previous poem, be neat, and have a sense of context, otherwise the poem will not be successful, but it will be humiliating.
Because the difficulty is very high, it requires a high literary style and reaction speed, so few people use the means of grabbing poetry, and they are afraid that the tiger will not become an anti-dog, and when the time comes, the person who will lose face will be himself.
But Lin Wei's sentence "The big dream reprimands the rising sun" is just right, not only robbing the poem, but also degrading the other party's previous big words and poems are useless, the previous big words are blown out, what body is like a black iron, what is not afraid of swords, what moves mountains and rivers, as a result, the last sentence was said by Lin Wei to be a dream, and he didn't recognize the reality when he woke up, but he also angrily scolded the Chaoyang who woke him up, didn't he say that Meng Yuanchao was a "muddy person" What is called a master, this is.
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