The husband is the future chief [infrastructure]

Hearing that Jiang Ziyan was going to attend the Sai Poetry Conference later, Chen Mian, Li Zhiyuan and Yang Su looked at him one after another, feeling very worried.

In their minds, Lin Zhao, the older brother, acted prudently, spoke softly, and was good-looking. He had nothing to do with the dude that those few people called him.

But even so, this is a poetry competition where a group of talents gather. He was devoted to business before, and he has never systematically studied the methods and skills of poetry. Competing poetry with those talented scholars is not just a joke for those few people just now. ?

But the two of them didn't dare to persuade, so they had to show Lin Zhao with their eyes, asking him to persuade Jiang Ziyan not to be so impulsive.

However, Lin Zhao didn't seem to see their eyes, and he didn't mean to persuade Jiang Ziyan at all. He whispered next to Jiang Ziyan: "Ziyan, come on!"

He had seen Jiang Ziyan's poems, and every sentence was a classic, but he never admitted that he wrote them.

Sitting at the same table with them, Jiang Yu's talented Tang Shizhi had never heard of Jiang Yu's reputation in the capital before. He could tell that those people were bullying him just now.

Although others were a little arrogant, but for this kind of time, he encouraged him aloud: "Young Master Jiang, there is no shame in participating in the Tongwenguan Poetry Meeting. Even if your talent is not as good as others, with this courage, you can witness that I am a great Wei scholar. His demeanor, this trip is not in vain. Besides, doesn't this just show that we have a lot of talents in Great Wei?"

Jiang Ziyan smiled, and his words were clear, "Thank you Mr. Tang for your explanation. But I'm fine, I'm in a good mood, don't worry."

Tang Shizhi admired him for his relaxed appearance and not worrying about panic.

Jiang Ziyan didn't notice at all that there was a middle-aged man sitting at the table next to them, and he had been paying attention to him since Li Zhiyuan came to provoke him just now.

The hall suddenly heard the sound of gongs and drums, and the Tongwen Hall fell silent in an instant.On the stage in the middle of the field, a person similar to the host came to the stage, announced the official start of the Tongwenguan Poetry Competition, and then began to briefly introduce the rules of the poetry competition.

The Tongwenguan Poetry Contest is more like a competition.It is said that it is a poetry competition, but it is actually divided into three parts. The first part is the poetry competition, the second part is the pairing, and the third part is about politics.

Of course, discussing politics is not random. The selected topics are basically about the various policies of the imperial court on people's livelihood. By discussing the pros and cons and proposing improvement measures, the imperial court can make up for the deficiencies in the policies in a timely manner.

Jiang Ziyan thought that the poetry competition was just a poetry competition, because he didn't intend to participate in it at first, so he didn't inquire carefully. After listening to the host's introduction, he was a little confused.

Pairing is not his strong point, but he knows a little bit, and he can barely handle it.In the last discussion on politics, I don't know what questions will come up. He doesn't know the people's sentiments of Great Wei very well, so it would be bad if he said something wrong.

Jiang Ziyan thought for a while, anyway, his goal is not to get the first place, as long as he is stronger than Li Zhiyuan and the others, and just keep their mouths shut.

Thinking about it this way, the pressure will be much less.

However, looking at the piece of warm jade in the central box on the table, he wanted it very much...

Lin Zhao gave him one before, and he wanted to give that to Lin Zhao.

Forget it, when the time comes, just adapt to the circumstances and do your best.

The host on the field waved his hand, and four huge curtains hung down from the railing on the second floor.

There are captions written on each screen.

There is only one word written on the first curtain, wine.There are many kinds of wine, you can write about wine alone, you can use wine to express your emotions, etc., it depends on the angle of writing.

The second curtain says Shangyuan Festival.This topic seems to be easier to write. After all, there are many romantic poems praising the prosperous meeting of beauties on the Lantern Festival throughout the ages, with a wide range of themes.

In fact, no matter which festival it is, it is not a problem for Jiang Ziyan. Mid-Autumn Festival, Double Ninth Festival, even the Cold Food Festival, he has poems to deal with it.

The writing on the third curtain has a bit of artistic conception, farewell.There are too many farewell images, just choose one to write farewell.

There are also four characters written on the fourth curtain, Jin Ge Iron Horse.From this point of view, it shows the lofty ambitions of crossing the battlefield. Before the Great Wei Dynasty, military affairs were always valued over literature, and it is reasonable to be the last one to write to serve the country and guard the frontier.

The first poetry session will start, with the theme of the wine on the first curtain, make a poem in a stick of incense, write it on the paper on the table, and submit it within the specified time.If you have finished writing in advance, you can submit it in advance after adding your name on the title.After all, there are so many people, it will take a certain amount of time to judge them one by one.

The time for a stick of incense started counting. After Jiang Ziyan thought about what to write, he didn't write immediately.

He noticed that in the lobby, there was a well-dressed boy standing every few steps, probably one person was in charge of an area, and if the people below had written poems, they could hand them over to the boy.

Tang Shizhi on the same table has already started to write. He claims to be a talented man from the south of the Yangtze River.

Jiang Ziyan didn't delay anymore, picked up the pen next to him and started writing.He has been here for so long, and although he is still practicing brush calligraphy, he is used to using charcoal pens for drawing drawings, and now he writes crookedly with a brush.

Fortunately, the original owner Jiang Yu's handwriting was not very good before, and his current handwriting is not so good.

After writing, Jiang Ziyan took a look at his limp handwriting, and couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Lin Zhao seemed to know what he was thinking, and asked from the side: "Do you need me to copy it for you? There is still time."

Jiang Ziyan was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Aren't you going to write?"

"With your jade in front of me, I won't show my shame." He moved closer and whispered in his ear, "I'll wait for you to win Nuanyu back."

Jiang Ziyan suddenly felt his ears burning, and said unnaturally: "Then, please copy it for me."

Lin Zhao took the pen and copied his poems for him before handing them to the boy next to him.There are many people sitting in this place, and others can see if he wrote it by turning their heads, so no one said anything for helping to copy it.

After the finished poem was handed in, Jiang Ziyan said in a low voice, "Don't expect too much from me. I'm not good at dealing with couples and discussing politics later."

Lin Zhao smiled, "I was joking just now, did you take it seriously?" How could this person be so cute?

Jiang Ziyan's face flushed a lot, why is this person different from before, isn't he very introverted and not talkative?They're all kidding him now.

He turned his face away and ignored Lin Zhao.Then I looked around and found that many people were still thinking hard, some wrote a few sentences and were thinking about the next sentence, some picked up the pen and put it down, some racked their brains and hesitated, and the ink dripped on the paper and didn’t see it. Can write.Others just shook their heads and gave up.

Jiang Ziyan ate too many melon seeds just now, and was a little thirsty. When he was about to drink a glass of water, he found a person sitting next to him looking at him with admiration in his eyes.

Seeing Jiang Ziyan looking over, the man took the initiative to say: "Hello, my name is Huang Ye. I saw the poem you wrote just now. It's really well written!" gesture.

Jiang Ziyan didn't know what this man was trying to do. It was February and the weather was still cold. This man was wearing a thick robe but had a folding fan in his hand. He didn't know whether it was hot or cold.

Probably this is the fun of the rich and powerful upper class.

Jiang Ziyan also introduced himself and said, "Hi, Mr. Huang, my name is Jiang Ziyan."

He looked at Huang Ye's desk, and found that the pen, ink and paper hadn't been touched. He asked, "Did Mr. Huang not write?"

Huang Ye looked very young, but he was older than Jiang Ziyan. He said, "I came here just to watch the excitement. I'm not good at composing poems, so it's not shameful."

But Jiang Ziyan didn't seem to be bad at his clothes or conversation. The man who was serving behind him spoke in a shrill voice, and seemed to be very respectful and thoughtful to him.No matter how you look at it, it all comes from a family that is either rich or noble. How could it be possible not to cultivate poetry and songs well?

But the other party didn't want to talk, and he wouldn't ask too much.

More than half of the time for a stick of incense has passed, and Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Qian also submitted their poems.They looked towards Jiang Ziyan, expecting to see him racking his brains and moaning, but they didn't expect that he was having a good conversation with a stranger next to him.

In previous years, in this kind of poetry competition, it is inevitable that someone will find a writer, guess more poems with a few themes, and prepare them, just in case they hit the topic!

However, this possibility is extremely low, because the questions are different every year.Moreover, in addition to the first comparison of poems, there are also comparisons and discussions on politics.Those opportunistic people can always be brushed down.

Soon the time for one stick of incense is over.

Several great Confucian scholars in the front row are selecting well-written poems from these poems, and then circulating them to determine the ranking.

At this time, one of the doctors from the Imperial College was admiring another old man next to him, "This poem is very suitable for today's topic. The word "wine" starts the topic, but it seems that there is no wine, but it is about drinking. The whole poem The artistic conception of the poem is really wonderful!"

Another doctor heard the two of them talking, and aroused his interest. Those who are scholars have always been interested in this kind of literature, so several people gathered together to discuss.

Finally, I passed it on to two great Confucians beside me. One of them, named Zheng, took the poem and read it several times, and finally said: "Although the rhythm of this poem is not very standard, the artistic conception of each sentence is progressive. Others write about drinking or using alcohol to drown their sorrows, but this one is drinking to express emotions, and the angle is also novel. In my opinion, this is the first title of the first question."

The others also nodded, but even if they all liked this poem, there were still some other poems that they hadn't finished reading. What if there was a better poem than this one?

But until all the poems are read, there is nothing comparable to this one.

Then the top ten were selected and posted together with the No.1 poem on the side wall prepared earlier for everyone to appreciate.

As soon as the results came out, everyone rushed to watch.Others took up pens and copied them for circulation.People far behind couldn't see it, so someone read it aloud.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date.

Toast Mingyue, and Yingying became three people.

The month does not drink, the shadow follower follows me.

For the time being with the moon, Xingle must be in spring.

I linger on the moon, my dancing is chaotic.

Woke up with lovers, scattered after drunk.

Eternal knot ruthless travel, looking forward to Miao Yunhan. "

After reading it, I couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Wonderful, second, what a toast to invite the bright moon, and the shadows become three people. The writing is really good!"

Someone below asked: "Who wrote this poem, and who signed it?"

Without waiting for the person who read the poems to speak, the boy who posted these poems on the side called out loudly: "In this poetry competition, the first topic of the poetry competition No.1 is Jiang Ziyan's "Drinking Alone under the Moon". No. 2……"

Hearing that Jiang Ziyan won No.1 in the first question, Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Qian were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped to the ground.In their impression, Jiang Yu has always been an ignorant dude who knows nothing, how could he write such a good poem all at once?

"You cheated, you must have cheated! How could you write such a poem with such an artistic conception?" Li Zhiyuan was the first to jump in front of Jiang Ziyan to question.

When the others heard him questioning Jiang Ziyan, they didn't say a word, and all watched the excitement.

Jiang Ziyan said: "You think I copied this one, so what if I can write out ten or eight for you?"

He couldn't find someone to write him so many poems on the same topic!

However, Li Zhiyuan felt that Jiang Ziyan was bluffing him, so he didn't believe his words, but said: "You write, if you have the ability, you write it on the spot, and I will believe you when you write it!"

Li Zhiyuan's words were plausible, and he looked like he was watching the show.Just a joke, how can he not know Jiang Yu's level?He must be playing a swollen face to pretend to be fat.

However, in Jiang Ziyan's memory, the original owner, Jiang Yu, was not that stupid, on the contrary, he was a bit smart.It's just that the temper that was raised before was a little bad.

Jiang Ziyan saw that Li Zhiyuan meant to force him to ride a tiger and embarrass him in public.

Unfortunately, he was going to be disappointed.After all, his more than ten years of ancient poems are not memorized in vain.

Jiang Ziyan sat down directly, picked up the pen, even though the handwriting was crooked, he never asked Lin Zhao to write for him.

He said to Li Zhiyuan: "Then you have a good look, I'll show you this."

While he was writing, the onlookers read while watching.

"Will drink

Don’t you see, the water of the Yellow River is coming up from the sky,

Running to the sea will not return.

Don’t you see, Gao Tangming Jing’s sad white hair,

The morning is like a green silk, and the evening turns into snow.

Life is full of joy, so that the gold is empty for the moon.

I am born to be useful, and come back when my wealth is gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cows is fun, and you will have to drink three hundred cups.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will be drinking, not stop drinking.

A song with Junge, please listen to me.

Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, I hope I’m drunk and don’t want to wake up.

In ancient times, the saints and sages were lonely, and only the drinkers kept their names.

……

Five-colored horses, thousands of gold furs, Hu'er will exchange for wine,

Sell ​​the eternal sorrow with you. "

As soon as the poem came out, it was majestic, and then it was copied again and circulated.

Huang Ye next to him was originally holding a wait-and-see attitude, but now that Jiang Ziyan wrote the poem in one go, he dispelled the doubt that someone else wrote it for him, and instead admired him very much.

When Jiang Ziyan finished writing this poem and moved on to the next poem, someone next to him asked, "Young Master Jiang, do you still know Cen Xun, Cen Daru, who has been reclusive for many years?"

Jiang Ziyan was a little surprised, "Why do you ask such a question?" Because the master Cen in this poem is called Cen Xun, who is a friend of the author of this poem.Could it be that there is also a great Confucian named Cen Xun in this world?What a coincidence.

"Because it is written in your poem, Mr. Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will drink, and the cup will not stop. Isn't it that you are drinking with these two?"

Jiang Ziyan thought to himself that he did know a Confucian named Cen, but his name was Cen Yan, not Cen Xun.

He explained: "There is indeed a Master Cen among the people I know, but his name is not Cen Xun."

Then he picked up his pen and wanted to write another song, but the host on the host stage stopped him, only seeing that each of these two songs was a classic, and they were written on the spot, so there was no cheating.

There are still three questions to write poems, so there is no time to waste.

Li Zhiyuan was very angry. He obviously wanted to make a fool of him, but he made him shine.However, the organizers had spoken, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

This was just the first question, and there were three more questions to follow. He couldn't believe that this person was so lucky to bet on every question correctly!

Jiang Ziyan seemed to know what he was thinking, and stopped him when he turned to leave, and said, "Li Zhiyuan, how about we make a bet?"

Li Zhiyuan was vigilant, "What bet?"

"Just bet on whether I can take the first place in the next three questions. If I win, you have to apologize to me. I'm talking about the incident when you fell off the horse and broke your leg."

Li Zhiyuan felt a little guilty when he heard about the fall.In fact, it wasn't Jiang Yu's fault that he fell from the horse. Could it be that he knew something inside?

"Why, are you scared?" Jiang Ziyan said again.

No one knows how to use the aggressive method.

Li Zhiyuan weighed it, and felt that based on his understanding of Jiang Yu, no matter what famous teacher he had worshiped in the past two years, it was impossible for him to be number one every time.

"Just bet! If you lose, you will call you an idiot in front of the whole capital!"

"Okay, it's a deal."

The second question was about the Lantern Festival, and when he was talking to Li Zhiyuan, a stick of incense had already started counting.

Jiang Ziyan directly took up the pen and wrote the first sapphire case Yuan Xi came out.

In the east wind night, flowers and trees are bloomed, and the stars are like rain.

BMW engraves the car and the road is full of fragrance.

The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and the fish and dragon danced overnight.

The golden strands of moth snow willow, the smile is full of fragrance.

Looking for him thousands of Baidu in the crowd, suddenly looking back,

The man was there, dimly lit.

There is no doubt that Jiang Ziyan won the first place again.

Those great Confucian scholars had a particularly good impression of Jiang Ziyan, and they all looked forward to what amazing lines he could write for the third question.

The third question has already started, and the doctors above are still muttering, looking for him thousands of times in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man is in the dimly lit place.

The third question Jiang Ziyan wrote a farewell poem to Gu Yuancao.

Lili on the grass, one year and one withered.

Wild fire, in spring.

Yuanfang invades the ancient road, and Qingcui connects to the deserted city.

Send Wang and Sun again, full of affection.

Originally, he wanted to write the farewell poem beside the ancient road outside Changting Pavilion, but considering the long and short sentences, he chose this seven-character verse.

As soon as this song came out, the wild fire burned endlessly, and everyone rushed to recite it again.

After such a few questions, several great Confucians and Ph. D.s stared at Jiang Ziyan's position every time. Once his poems were written, they immediately submitted them to read his poems first.

After three questions, Li Zhiyuan's face was pale.

Has Jiang Yu taken any panacea for the past two years?Could it be that he really has a talent for poetry, but he just didn't know it before?

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