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Volume 1, Yan Cunzheng, Chapter 419: Poetry Competition on a High Platform

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    Zaitianfu, Dongting, Wenxiang Street.  I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s a convention, but most of the Gongyuan and academies in major cities are in Dongting. This is the case in Mengcheng, Xijing, and Zaitianfu.  Because of the existence of Gongyuan, Dongting is also the cultural center of the entire Zaitian Mansion. The most prosperous area is the streets near Wenxiang Street, and it is at an intersection on the main trunk of Wenxiang Street. It is already crowded at this time.  I don't know where the rich people invested in buying four houses at the four corners of the intersection, and built four pontoons and dozens of platforms of varying heights between the four buildings. Viewed from below, it looks like a tall hollow pagoda.  , layer by layer, at the top of the pontoon, there is a cloud boat full of flowers floating. There are bursts of fairy music in the cloud boat, and mist-like petals are constantly falling down. The petals are like ice and snow.  , it seems to melt when it falls on people.  At this time, the largest poetry event in Zaitian Mansion this year is being held here.  The huge banner of "Guimoxuan Poetry and Literature Society" hangs down from Yunzhou and floats in the air. It can be seen from all directions. There are a few lines of banners next to it: "Seeking literature is like thirsty, treating ink like fate."  "A thousand pieces of gold are worth a thousand dollars to find a wonderful article." "A thousand pieces of gold are easy to get, but a word is hard to find."  On each high platform, there are piles of gold and silver jewelry, which is very visually impactful. The first platform only has small silver ingots, and the ones above are silver ingots, gold ingots, gold ingots, jade By the fifth floor  The above items were no longer gold and silver jewelry, but rather brocade boxes. No one could see what was in the brocade boxes, which aroused everyone's discussion.  Several carriages passed through the bustling crowd and stopped at the crossroads. A few soldiers who were opening the way waved their whips and wanted to rush forward to chase people away, but they were stopped by the people in the carriages.  "Sir, I'm really sorry. This is the nearest road to Gongyuan. It's very smooth on weekdays" On the side of the carriage, an official in charge of the escort was very frightened. The gentleman suddenly said that he wanted to go there.  Gongyuan inspected it, but he didn't want to make a big fuss, so he traveled in a hurry and didn't plan the route.  This gentleman is a distinguished guest of Lord Zhizhou. If he makes him unhappy, he will not be able to protect his reputation.  "It's okay." In the carriage was a middle-aged man with long eyebrows and a long beard. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the crowded crowd in front of him and said, "What are you doing?" The official responsible for the escort ran away  He went out, grabbed a scholar nearby and asked something, turned around and ran back, reporting back: "Master Qi, there is a poetry meeting being held here." "Poetry meeting? How could such a poetry meeting be held?  "What are the gold and silver jewels on the high platform?" The gentleman asked again. The officer in charge of the escort could only turn around and go back to ask. After a while, he came back in dismay and said, "My lord, I have asked many people.  They didn¡¯t know that the poetry meeting hadn¡¯t started yet. ¡°In addition to this middle-aged man, there was another slightly fat middle-aged man sitting in the car. At this time, he smiled and said, ¡°Although my Zaitian Mansion is located in a remote location.  , but there are often poetry and prose gatherings organized by literati on their own initiative. Today¡¯s poetry and prose gathering is particularly novel. I have never seen this form before. Mr. Qi, why don¡¯t we wait here for a while.  "Want to take a look?" "That's what I meant!" The middle-aged man named Mr. Qi laughed and said, "I also want to see what is unique about Zai Tianfu's poems."  Mr. Qi is actually an official from the Ministry of Etiquette who came to Zai Tianfu from Shangjing this time. He is responsible for Zai Tianzhou's rural examination. His official position is the doctor of the Ministry of Rites. His official position is the Secretary of the Ministry of Rites and Regulations and the Cleaning Officials Division of the Ministry of Rites.  It is the department in charge of the imperial examination.  Originally, it was impossible for a small and remote place like Zaitian Prefecture to hire an upright Sizheng, but it happened that this year, the number of people who came to Zaitian Prefecture to participate in the Dashangke Conference at the Yinglong Sect¡¯s Face Immortal Conference was far more than in previous years.  A doctor was sent to show his concern.  The slightly fat middle-aged man accompanying him was Mr. Song Hui, the supervisor of the Ceremony Supervision Department of Zaitian Mansion.  "In terms of rank, there is half a level difference between the two, but in terms of real power, Song Hui can't keep up with Qi Master Qi Lusi, so Qi Lusi is even more polite.  Fortunately, Mr. Qi seemed to have a good temper and was easy to get along with, which made Song Hui breathe a sigh of relief.  Among the crowd, many literati who had just received the news were coming from all directions. Most of these literati were in groups of three or four, or five or six, which were considered small groups and circles.  At this time, a group was passing by the carriage. There were five people in this small group. Four of them were wearing thin shirts and waving folding fans gently in their hands. They looked suave and distinguished. But at the end, there was one person wearing simple clothes.  The scholar was wearing clothes, carrying a book box on his back, and carrying two packages. He walked hard through the crowd, and when he passed the carriage, he put down hisWith the two packages in his hands, he reached out and wiped his sweat, then raised his head, revealing a pair of familiar triangular eyes.  Hu Caijun.  If Zi Baifeng were here, he would definitely scream.  Hu Caijun saw that the four people in front of him had gone far away, so he quickly picked up the book box and walked a few steps quickly to catch up with the people in front of him.  He was just an ordinary person, and the things he was carrying were extremely heavy. He staggered a few steps and almost fell to the ground, but someone held him up.  Hu Caijun bowed his head and thanked him. Without even looking at the man, he turned around and ran forward again.  Zhu Zhu turned to look at his back and frowned: "It's strange, I seem to have seen that man somewhere" Several monks and his apprentice Guo Dali followed him. Guo Dali heard this and asked: "Zhu Zhu  "Uncle, do you know him?" "He is like an old acquaintance of mine, buthow could he be here?" Zhu Zhu shook his head and said, "It must be just imagination."  If a mortal took the land route, he would not be able to get here even if he walked for ten years.  The cost of riding a cloud ship is beyond the reach of ordinary people. The Hu family may have been the richest man in Mengcheng, but outside of Mengcheng, they were nothing.  Zhu Zhu shook that thought out of his mind and continued to patrol the crowd with others. Zhu Zhu had developed his sharp eyes a long time ago. Not long after, he caught a few thieves who planned to take advantage of the crowd and beat them out with sticks.  Zhu Zhu was also invited to guard the place today, but his professional skills were used as a security guard. It must be said that Zhu Zhu was very dedicated and professional.  Not long after, a few drums sounded, and a man in civilian clothes beat the big drum, and then said loudly: "Everyone, the Guimoxuan Poetry and Prose Contest is about to start. Today's rules are very simple, that is, the competition.  There are poetry, calligraphy, and essay competitions. There are no judges in this poetry competition. All the talented people here are judges. Everyone, please look up!" Everyone looked up, including Qi Lusi and Song Hui.  They all got out of the carriage and looked up.  The layers of high platforms are like strange mushrooms, spiraling up, full of rhythm and layering.  "The people who designed and built this high platform are not simple." Qi Lu thought.  "It turns out that your Excellency is also proficient in construction, I admire you." Song Hui flattered him.  Nonsense, everyone can see that this is not simple.  In fact, this design came from Zi Baifeng¡¯s creativity, Xiaopan¡¯s design, Zijian¡¯s drawings, and the craftsmanship of the Zi clan people. Although there are only four pillars to support it, the entire building is as stable as a mountain and will never collapse.  "Each platform has a question, hanging under the platform. Please look at the first platform on the left." Everyone followed the big man's gaze and saw a banner hanging under the platform: "  "Wu Jue" must contain the word "ink." "Everyone, please see, this is the question of this platform. If anyone wants to challenge this question, please come to me and get a number plate, and then solve the question." The big man paused.  He said, "You may be confused, since it is a competition, then where is the competition?" "Our rules are very simple. Any two talented people write poems at the same time. The poems will be competed and judged by all the talented people present.  It¡¯s up to everyone to decide who can take the stage.¡± The big man banged the drum and said, ¡°Everyone, please look at the platform. There is a wooden box in front of the platform. Any challenger can choose to write down his or her number plate and put it in the wooden box.  People in the box can challenge others, or they can choose to grab other people's numbers to challenge others. The winner will board the platform, and the loser will lose the opportunity. On the first platform, there are some small gifts, and then the winner will solve the next question.  Continue to the next platform, and the loser will receive the silver and step down. If you want to challenge again, you can get a new number and start over. The above platforms are similar. " "This is quite interesting," Qi Lusi laughed and said.  : "Isn't this just a competition? It turns out that poetry and prose can also be a competition." Qi Lusi found it novel, and others naturally found it even more novel.  "Do you think this rule is fairly clear?" The big man beat the drum again and asked loudly.  "It's clear, it's clear!" Many literati shouted, and the shouts shook the sky.  ?We are all educated people and have no problem with our understanding.  Those who had good intentions immediately pushed to the front to get the number plate, and then waved the number plate and said: "I'm showing off my shame first, who is willing to challenge?" Someone else stood up and planned to challenge.  There was also a big man standing next to the platform. Like the big man just now, he was full of energy and his voice was loud. He shouted: "Okay, Mr. Jin Fuping on the 1st plate and the ambassador on the 2nd plate."Mr. Shen, Mr. Jin Fuping please come first!  " Young Master Jin Fuping pondered for a moment and then recited a poem. Dong Shen, the envoy of No. 2, did not give in and read out his poem loudly. Qi Lusi stroked his beard, shook his head and said: "This  Both of them have average literary talent.  "
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