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Chapter 38 Poetry

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    "If Yang Ziqian didn't go to Qingzhou, he can be pushed for this job." Zhang Shen said:

    "Among us, he is the best at this."

    The mountain wind rushed into the room, blowing Chen Tai's long beard fluttering, and said with a smile: "Brother Jinyan is more suitable to be an official in the court than me."

    "Old man, are you mocking me for playing football?" Zhang Shen was not angry, and said with a bachelor's attitude: "You do what you want, the old man is all ears."

    Seeing that another quarrel was about to start, Zhang Shen's schoolboy walked in quickly with his head down, bowed and said, "Sir, your student Xu Cijiu is here."

    Will you say goodbye to the old days?  Why is he here? Have you copied the sage's quotations three hundred times?  Zhang Shen nodded: "Please come in."

    After the book boy left, Zhang Shen glanced at Chen Tai who was on the opposite side of the chessboard, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, the old man recently accepted a new student, this is Xu Ci's old cousin, and his poetry is shocking."

    Li Mubai immediately added: "That's my student too."

    Chen Tai glanced at the one surnamed Zhang, and then at the one surnamed Li, and his heart moved: "The poet who said "Mo Chou has no confidant in the future, and everyone in the world does not know the king"?"

    Li Mubai and Zhang Shen smiled triumphantly.

    "Hahaha" Chen Tai laughed loudly, pointing his fingers at the two friends.

    "why are you laughing?"

    "I laugh at you being blinded by fame and fortune, oh, and jealousy." Chen Tai put back his smile, half admonishing and half mocking:

    "Yang Ziqian's name must be because this poem has been handed down to future generations, which is indeed enviable. But you two don't think about it, good lines are rare, and many scholars only have a few good poems in their lives, and none of them can be recorded in history.  "

    "The phrase "Mochou has no confidant in the future, no one in the world does not know the king" is already a stroke of genius, I am glad to hear it, and I hope to come up with another song, no, two songs, so that the two of you will be immortalized together forever?"

    "If you care too much about fame and fortune, how will the arrogance in your stomach survive over time?"

    After being ridiculed, Li Mubai and Zhang Shen were a little embarrassed.

    Knowing from the bottom of my heart that what Chen Tai said was reasonable, the good sentences that have been passed down through the ages can be written casually, and the other party is not a scholar, so it is a great fate to get a song by chance.

    It is indeed a bit delusional to expect a subordinate official to write good poems so that they will be famous in history.

    "What You Ping said is very true." The two bowed to each other and said in a deep voice: "Scholars are three immortals. Even if they want to be famous in history, they should take the avenue in a dignified way, not a shortcut. It's the two of us who missed it."

    "If you know a mistake, correct it. There is nothing good about it." Chen Tai nodded slightly.

    After a while, the book boy led Xu Qi'an and Xu Xinnian into the elegant room.

    The two bowed at the same time: "The student has seen the teacher."

    Li Mubai and Zhang Shen looked at each other, both surprised and delighted by Xu Qi'an's arrival.

    "Sit down!" Zhang Shen said.

    "Ning Yan, you came to the academy because you have a good sentence for your teacher to appreciate?" Li Mubai tentatively asked.

    Xu Qi'an shook his head and said: "The students come here to ask for something."

    "But it's okay to say."

    Xu Qi'an told the two teachers about his intention of coming, and concealed his intention to take revenge on the Minister of the Household Department. He only said that the mastermind behind the tax and bank case was very likely to be Minister Zhou, and if the other party survived the Jingcha, he would definitely take revenge on the Xu Mansion.

    "This" Li Mubai glanced at Zhang Shen, who was also distressed, and said helplessly: "The academy forbids outsiders to stay overnight, this is the rule."

    Scholars are the most polite.

    Just as Xu Qi'an asked, she heard Xu Niannian say, "The eldest princess also lives in the academy all the time."

    Zhang Shen shook his head: "What is the identity of the eldest princess?"

    Xu Xinnian nodded: "The academy forbids outsiders to stay overnight, except for the royal relatives."

    Hey!  This stupefied young man was still unable to speak as usual.

    The three great Confucianists present laughed.

    Xu Qi'an almost laughed out loud, but Erlang's poisonous tongue was still so sharp.

    Li Mubai shook his head, "Brother Jinyan, you student, I am somewhat looking forward to him stepping into the Liming Realm in the future."

    That's too scary The corner of Zhang Shen's mouth twitched.

    Only Chen Tai looked at Xu Qi'an with a smile. At this moment, he interrupted and said, "Are you Xu Ningyan?"

    "It's a student." Xu Qi'an, who was wearing a Confucian shirt and pretended that he was really a scholar, bowed.

    "I heard that you are quite talented in poetry, how about this, if you can compose a poem that satisfies the three of us on the spot, the old man will decide to let the female family members of the Xu family stay in the academy temporarily and protect them."

    ? Permitting Xu¡¯s family members to stay in the academy is not the point, the point is his last sentence, to protect them.? Complete.

    This is the purpose of Xu Qi'an brothers coming here.

    Xu New Year's face was slightly happy, and he turned to look at his cousin: "Brother"

    He was both happy and apprehensive. It is not difficult to compose poems. Every scholar can write neat poems. The difficulty is to satisfy the three great scholars.

    Is it difficult?

    It is too difficult.

    Write poetry?  Are you forcing me to prostitute you?  Xu Qi'an didn't agree immediately, but said after deliberation:

    "While writing poetry spontaneously, it is still a fixed theme."

    The three great Confucian scholars exchanged glances with each other, and Zhang Shen said, "Encouraging you to study!"

    As expected, it is impossible to compose a poem rashly, otherwise, I will come up with another eternal song every minuteXu Qi'an sighed inwardly.

    At the same time, he was relieved, because this question did not exceed the outline, and his literary background could still handle it.

    The word "Encouraging Learning" first reminded Xu Qi'an of the "Encouraging Learning" he read in high school, but since it is a poem, this ancient prose is not applicable.

    The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu!

    In Xu Qi'an's mind, this persuasive poem passed down through the ages immediately emerged.

    In the fields related to persuasion, there are not many that can be compared with it in terms of popularity.

    He was just about to decide to use this poem to prostitute three great scholars for nothing, when he suddenly thought of the situation of Yunlu Academy in the past two hundred years.

    "If I remember correctly, this poem seems to have been written by the emperor of the Song Dynasty? It is mixed with the taste of fame and fortune, and the students who graduated from Yunlu Academy have always had a difficult career."

    "When I was resigning from the old exam, I felt emotional. I didn't know that I would be sent to that poor country in the future"

    "I copied this poem to poke the heart of Yunlu Academy, but it backfired"

    Seeing him being silent for a long time, Xu Xinian frowned even more. Among the three great scholars, Zhang Shen and Li Mubai had been looking forward to it, while Chen Tai was drinking tea with a smile on his face.

    Xu Qi'an withdrew his thoughts, cupped his hands and said: "Student has made a fool of himself, bid farewell to the past, and grind ink for me."

    Xu Nian found a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, put them on the table, and rubbed the ink for his cousin with his own hands. He held the pen in one hand and rolled up his sleeve in the other, dipped the nib of the pen in the ink, and turned his head to motion for his cousin to take the pen.

    It's not shameful that I have bad calligraphy No, I don't know calligraphy at all Xu Qi'an complained in his heart, pretending to be a scholar pointing out Jiangshan's passionate writing, and said:

    "Farewell to the old ghostwriting for me."

    Xu New Year nodded and sat upright in front of the case.

    "Third watch lights and five watch chickens."

    "It's when the boy is studying."

    "Black hair doesn't know how to study hard early."

    "Bai Shoufang regrets studying late!"

    After Xu Nian finished writing, he put down his pen and stared at the Qiyan with clear and handsome handwriting on the rice paper, his eyes were shining brightly, and his face was a little excited.

    There was a brief silence in the house, Xu Xinnian felt the aftertaste of the poem, and the three Confucian scholars hurried to the shore, staring at the rice paper silently.

    Staring silently.

    Chen Tai, who had a long beard reaching his chest and was dressed in a black robe, had twinkling eyes.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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