Heaven Civilization Salvation System

Chapter 132
As the Mid-Autumn Festival is getting closer, the Mid-Autumn Poetry Fair is coming.

Under the influence of Qian's ability, Fang Zhe's ascent was finally published before the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair.

It only takes a day or two to see if this song can be the same as in the previous life and detonate the poetry world, and the result will be known.

Finally, it’s the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. In a place like Yangzhou where great poets often appear, poetry fairs are extremely frequent.

The most famous one is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

As the center of the Great Han Dynasty, there are too many people here, not many people care about the dozen or so Juren plus a Jinshi, but there are very few people in Tianliang, Fang Zhe is the only person in Tianliang, and no one recognizes Fang Zhe.

Fang Zhe and the others found an empty long table and sat down. Apart from some snacks, there were rabbits bouncing around on the long table.

After a while, a group of people sat down near Fang Zhe,

Everyone chatted as soon as they sat down.

"In fact, it's better if there are fewer people in the literary society. When there are too many people, it will lose interest. It's all the same. You see, this literary society is nothing more than the same as before. A few academicians say some things that are not important, and then there are Anyone who wants to write poems to compete will hand in the 'new' poems that he has prepared for a long time, and finally end with those geniuses and children of the aristocratic families showing off and touting. Of course, if good poems come out, it is a good thing."

A wealthy disciple smiled and complained.

"We're just a foil, and we're used to it. But if this kind of literary society can stand out, it's a face, and we have to come. Actually, I don't like this kind of literary society either.

"The key is that we can't compete with those geniuses in the competition for literary fame. What's more, how can we Juren compare with those Jinshi?" A young scholar laughed.

Everyone chatted for a quarter of an hour, and people came in one after another, and from time to time, people would come to greet and greet, and these people nearby would meet acquaintances, had to leave, came back soon, and left again after a while.

Some people were very happy when they came back after leaving, and some people seemed to have encountered something and had a bad face, and occasionally glanced at Fang Zhe secretly.

Fang Zhe didn't know anyone, so he was at ease.

Not long after, Fang Zhe heard someone shouting that Mr. Ci was coming.

As the third of today's four great talents, everyone stood up one after another, and waited for Mr. Ci to sit with several university scholars, and all the talents sat down one after another.

Fang Zhe looked at Mr. Ci, his appearance was ordinary, but his every move had a special charm, which was extremely eye-catching.

Fang Zhe nodded.Mr. Ci is very suitable to be the most important person in this essay meeting. It would be too grand for a great Confucian to come.

After a while, a host came up and said a few words.

Then another bachelor will announce the detailed rules for the literary competition of this Mid-Autumn Festival.

Fang Zhe listened carefully. It turned out that the major themes of this literary competition were Mid-Autumn Festival and the bright moon. Poems, songs, and prose are all available. Anyone who wants to participate in the literary competition.

Just go to the box in the venue and touch a note. There are more detailed requirements on the note, including various small themes such as reunion, frontier fortress, homesickness, friends, relatives, Chang'e, flowers, and jade rabbits. Write it in minutes.

Obviously, this is to prevent someone from preparing ahead of time.The test was to compose poetry on the spot.

Many people shook their heads and gave up this literary meeting. It is not difficult to write an ancient poem within a quarter of an hour, and it is okay to write a mediocre poem, but if it is not well written, it will be humiliating. .

After the Hanlin finished speaking, no one came up for a quarter of an hour. After all, they were all scholars.Times like this call for humility.

Not long after, one person shouted: "If you don't come, I'll make a fool of myself!"

I saw an eleven or twelve-year-old boy running over with a smile, took out the note from the box, took a look at it, stuffed the note into the box, and shouted sadly: "I can't do it!"

After speaking, he blushed and ran out.

The great scholar smiled and said, "Little fish, what is written on the paper?"

The boy shouted as he ran, "Sifu."

The audience roared with laughter. It was really hard for a boy to write poems about a woman thinking about her husband.

After making a fuss about being called Xiaoyu, everyone let go, and saw a man walking up to the cardboard box and clapping his hands at everyone around him.

"Yangzhou Juren Zeng Peng throws bricks to attract jade. Shows ugliness."

Everyone nodded. Zeng Peng was already a little famous, and he was the second to come out. This courage alone is worthy of praise.

Zeng Peng got a reunion, so he wrote a seven-character poem about reunion with the moon, which is quite impressive.It was praised by everyone.Cijun also commented on two sentences, which made everyone envious.

Although Ci Jun is called Ci, his poems and prose are not bad, but his Ci is the strongest. Even Shi Jun said that Ci Jun's poems are only on par with him.

After that, Juren or Jinshi continued to come forward to write poems, some were fast and some were slow, and the slower ones took the small topics and went to think about them, and they could write poems within a quarter of an hour.

Although this Yangzhou Academy is slightly worse than Chang'an's discharge, but the Cijun was invited to come, which shows that the local academies are also regarded as important.

So some children from non-noble families tried their best to get comments from Cijun.

Time passed slowly, and many people wrote good poems.

Fang Zhe secretly lamented that this place is worthy of the bustling Yangzhou, seven or eight of the poems came from the county, and the best word even went out of the county Chengda Mansion, which was highly praised by the poet, and everyone was full of praise.

He is a Jinshi from a third-rank family, and he is already very well-known.

Fang Zhe, who was still sitting in the audience watching the show, was suddenly pushed and shoved by the people on the side.

The young man who was still elegant and easy-going before said directly:

"This brother from Liangzhou has a deep gap in his heart. I suggest that this brother write a poem for everyone."

Hearing this man's sour tone, how could Fang Zhe not understand, Su Yu'er's flies came, it was really annoying.

Everyone thought that this person and Fang Zhe were both from Liangzhou, or they were joking, or deliberately said so to promote each other's literary fame, but Fang Zhe's expression was completely puzzled.

Fang Zhe looked at the son of the family with a confused look.

Only then did everyone realize that the young master from an aristocratic family had not discussed it with Fang Zhe, but spoke suddenly, seemingly with ulterior motives.

Fang Zhe's confused and bewildered expression dissipated, and then he said with a smile:
"This brother is joking, I just came here to listen to poetry, why do I need to make a fool of myself?"

But Fang Zhe didn't refuse. Fang Zhe picked up the brush and said, "This brother is being polite."

A few days ago, I was admiring the moon by Yuhai City, and I came across a sentence, but I didn't know how to answer it.Seeing so many talents gather here today, yet far away from home, I feel something in my heart, and I have the last sentence. "

Fang Zhe said.Pick up a pen and write.

The sea is bright and the moon is at this time.

This is Yangzhou Academy, once these two sentences come out, the orange talent comes out through the paper, one foot, two feet.With just two sentences, he has reached the mansion, surpassing anyone in the Wenhui.

Mr. Ci immediately stood up and fought Chunlei with his tongue: "The bright moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world will share this time."

When everyone heard Cijun's words, the words of these two poems immediately appeared clearly in their minds, and Cijun's voice seemed to write these two poems in people's minds.

　Pay tribute to the classics in my heart, Confucianism and Taoism
　　
　
(End of this chapter)