Vol 3 Chapter 1710: Poetry

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Poetry became a five-star, and the ethics shook.
Wang Qi can feel the changes in the surrounding aura environment. The form of this change is so peculiar, as if all the auras around have changed at the same time. And the new system built by the culture in his body also began to change together, and there seemed to be overlapping fantasy.
This is still true of Wang Qi, and the Yu people around him feel more naturally. Numerous poems, traces, and pages of books have come together. This "symptom" is to declare the position of this article in the style of "poems" and in the entire history of the literature of the Yu nationality.
Handed down! This is the extol from generation to generation!
"Perhaps the text is not my thing, the words can be cultivated and sculpted, but the love can't." Zi Xuyi looked at the two He Xuexue everyone, with a loud voice: "So, for the text!"
Zi Yiyi's remarks even left Zuo Xiangzhou Hongguang stunned.
The dialectics of "text" and "love" obviously came from him. However, on this issue, Zi Xuyi can have a deeper understanding than him-even to say that even when Wang Qi said this issue a few days ago, he may not be able to say such a thing.
This child is not something in the pool.
Zhou Hongguang looked at Zizi Yiyi again, and he inevitably brought a trace of appreciation in his expression.
At this moment, two strange noises appeared. I saw that both He Xuexue's bodies were shaking, as if there was an invisible fire burning inside. And they are full of poems and books, as if they all turned into fuel. For a while, the two of them even lost their sense of the outside world.
Wen Xin was mourned, Wen Luchen.
A generation of fame and fortune has become a waste. It is even said that after thousands of years and tens of thousands of years, when people mention his name again, they are not necessarily "students who are full of study," but "a villain who attacks younger generations, jealousy, and envy."
Fame!
"Good!" Some people in the audience could not help but called: "The champion is the champion!"
"This poem is not only beautiful in words, but also more difficult is the secret of the poetry!"
"It's not just me waiting, even the literary ways of the foreign nations can pass through with a poem!"
"It's worthy of being the top champion, this kind of courage, ordinary people are difficult."
Everyone can't help but taste carefully. All of a sudden, he forgot to continue to condemn those two famous scholars.
No, fame? It's just the ants that were crushed by Xun Yiwen Yun!
"Pappappap!"
There was only a burst of applause. Everyone looked up and saw that the young emperor got up and praised the festival, saying, "Zixun Qing's remarks have won my heart. These remarks are not classics!"
Under the high platform, everyone applauded together.
Even the servant Fengze, who was not in harmony with the He School, applauded gently. Regardless of what is above the court, this poem is a good poem, so it is enough.
He didn't even have such a temperament.
As for those two famous scholars, He quietly left. Their names will no longer appear in history.
With Zi Ziyi's self-cultivation, it is inevitable at this time that he feels free from the heart.
Seeing that the unexpected situation gradually subsided, Wang Qi was somewhat moved. He looked around and whispered, "It's our turn?"
Song Shijun and his servant Feng Ze sighed together.
This Yanjiang, is your brain broken?
The Ritual Department was too imperial and could not help but criticize Wang Qi two. Everyone understands that Zixu Yi has made a breakthrough based on Zuo Xiang's article, and has his own "literary path"-even practice.
Before, he was just preparing to let Yanren go up and explain the same principle of "gewu" and "literary Tao", which can also be regarded as an avenue to make up for the embarrassment that Taiwanese learning is not as good as Hexi learning in poetry. But now, Zixu Yi has made a breakthrough, and Wang Qi goes up, but it is only to shame himself.
Song Shijun sighed: "No need."
Wang Qi was startled: "Eh? I think I've been carefully prepared ..."
"This ..." Song Shijun didn't quite know Wang Qi's temperament, thinking he was a man who recognized death, and smiled bitterly: "If there is no one to go back in a while, then the younger brother can go up and give a gift himself."
After thinking about it, Song Shijun still felt that he did not have to bother about the Yu people's housekeeping, as long as Wang Qi liked it. In essence, the Yu nationality itself is not a big deal in the eyes of Xianmeng, the key lies only in the existence of the magic entity of "Wen Dao". Even the evil Yu clan of Wang Qi is not a matter for Xianmeng.
Wang Qi nodded.
After that, the banquet continued.
It's just that this time, most scholars were silent, and there was no more lively half before.
A poem by Zi Xuyi was enough to overwhelm that year-at least within this year, the Yu clan had not produced five-star poems. Whether it will be next year is hard to say. No one took the congratulatory message of Ying Jing to a five-star level, and no one humiliated himself.
One person presses the literary world!
Some people offered Danqing, some danced Wenmo, and some played music. However, there is no one who uses poems as gifts.
There are even ten inner court bachelors who came to the stage and wrote Ziyi's poems with their own calligraphy.
And this move made everyone swear: "despicable!"
It turned out that these ten people were not national hands known for calligraphy, but poets famous for their poetry! They offer spells to avoid writing poetry!
The five-star poetry that presents the fictitious with calligraphy is indeed a congratulatory gift.
but! If you have gone this way, won't you let others go?
After ten scholars from the inner court presented their techniques, about a quarter of an hour later, another famous literary master took the stage and smiled slightly, saying, "Sentences have practiced calligraphy for seventy years and presented ugliness in front of you."
Everyone was in an uproar.
Since then, there have been more and more people offering "calligraphy". In a blink of an eye, the eunuchs around the young emperor had already embraced more than 70 copies of the ink treasures that still exist.
Of course, the content is exactly the same.
Zi was easy to see and could not help but smile bitterly. In the past, most of the feasts of young people were devoted to poetry. If there is enough classics at a young feast of a certain year, there are enough classics, and they can also be assembled into a special "collection of young feasts".
A generation of emperors, under the rule of life, can produce a collection of youths, so it is not a faint monarch.
He quietly said to his friends: "If I knew that, I wouldn't write that poem ... this way, there are some bad rules, and it's not a literary affair."
At this time, I don't know the number of literati who "moxie". He listened, a little embarrassment appeared on his face, and the calligraphy also lost his standard, so he had to step down quickly.
Zuo Xiang still stood on the stage. Hearing this remark, he walked over and said, "You can say just now that poetry is about emotion. Love is not sent, it is not a way of writing."
Seeing that Zhou Hongguang and Zi Xuyi were talking, the young emperor was curious and stepped down to join the conversation. After knowing that the two were talking, he nodded and said, "What is wrong with Zi Xuqing? Wen Dao, that's the case."
Zi Xu was grateful to bow to the end.
Soon, the moon in the sky was already halfway across the sky and lived in the sky. The stellar light reflected by the satellite conceals all starlight. The young emperor was a little too excited. Five-star poems, but not everyone is destined to witness its birth. Today, he has witnessed the birth of intangible poetry, which is extremely glorious. He raised his hand and smiled: "Is this the bright moon today, is it a symbol of Qing's morality?"
As soon as this word came out, even the left phase changed slightly. Zi Xuyi was frankly appreciated by talents, and he was a little worried. He knew that not every pair of eyes was so friendly.
This sentence is enough to make him a target.
But why not?
He smiled.
The young emperor was clever and clever, and had studied with Zhou Hongguang for a long time. It was crazy to share this section and realized that he was wrong. But in any case, he couldn't apologize for it, otherwise it was a storm.
After this incident, the young emperor also lost the interest of having fun.
After another quarter of an hour, no one else came to power. The young emperor looked around and told the eunuch: "If there is no more Qing family to come on stage to perform arts, then let it go."
The said yes and was about to announce the feast. At this moment, a "weird" figure Shi Shiran stepped onto the high platform, arched his hand with a "weird" understanding, and said: "Your Majesty, I have waited for the diplomatic envoys of the outside world, but I haven't given a gift yet. Ugly ugly again. "
Seeing Wang Qi, the young emperor was a little bit happy and said, "I said, wait for Master Yan, why have you forgotten to congratulate me this time. If in previous years, huh, aren't you all the first to come up?"
Wang Qi respectfully used Yu etiquette etiquette and said, "Isn't this a chance?"
The little prince, who was also on the high platform and accepted the gift as a scholar, rolled his eyes and felt that the person was vulgar.
The left phase looks a little helpless.
In fact, he initially suggested that Wang Qi come up early to avoid Wang Qi losing his ugliness because Zi Xu Yi Zhu Yu was in front. As for the previous "accident", he did not anticipate that this kind of goodwill would be defeated.
The young emperor asked with great interest: "Qing and Yan Yan's gifts are the best to make me happy. What are you waiting for today? Precious beasts? Qihua? The illusion of foreign congratulations?"
Wang Qi was stunned, but he did not expect that the ethics of the Zhengyi Division could be so low. The so-called illusion of foreign congratulations is probably what aliens Xianmeng found casually. On a planet that is not Yangyuan at first glance, they say a few farts like "His Majesty Wan'an" in the poor Yu language— —Maybe even the aliens do n’t need to find it, that is, the human race uses optical illusions to turn into mental illusions, and it looks like
I have directly taken a real thing from my memory
.
In this way, the young emperor can really give birth to the pride of "Wang Banglai Zhao" ......
Wang Qi suddenly understood why Zhou Hongguang did not like human races.
However, this does not affect Wang Qi's approach. He said: "The present gift is a collection of poems."
"Collection of Poems?" The young emperor was a little disappointed, but soon rejoiced, "Is Yan Shi's poems? Translated by Qing Tong? It took a lot of thought ..."
"No." Wang Qidao said: "My poetry is far less than the Yu nationality. At least the existing ones don't work."
The young emperor froze: "Then you ..."
"It's enough to write a collection of poems at the next scene." Wang Qi said.
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