With that, the maid named Jinchai went behind the curtain and took out a scroll from Chen Yuanyuan's hand.
The golden hairpin returned to the front and opened the scroll. It was a long scroll that was seven feet long and nine inches wide.
Hanging the scroll outside the stairs, Chen Yuanyuan's first question appeared before everyone's eyes.
" Make an ancient poem with 'Plum Blossom' as the topic. There are no restrictions on the style and sentence structure.”
All the Young Masters and Scholars standing in the hall on the first floor frowned and pondered after seeing the first question.
The people sitting next to him might not be well-educated, but they were definitely literary.
After all, most of the people standing here were candidates for the imperial examinations.
In addition, there were also a small number of scholars who were famous throughout the Qing Dynasty. Their strength was not something that ordinary high school candidates could compare to.
However, composing poems was a technical job. Not only did it require sufficient knowledge, but it also required a certain amount of inspiration.
The candidates present frowned and pondered for a full 15 minutes before someone finally composed the first poem of the day.
"I've thought of it."
After composing the first poem, a High Scholar immediately shouted with a happy expression.
"Young master, please tell us the poem you wrote. Our young miss and the young master sitting next to you will evaluate it.”
the maid Yin Ling said with a smile.
"Ahem…"
"Listen carefully, this poem is called 'Moon Plum.'”
Upon hearing Yin Ling's words, the High Scholar pretended to cough a few times and walked out of the crowd arrogantly with his head held high.
Cold plum blossoms bathe in the sun year after year,
flowers and flowers greet the moon and eyebrows year after year.
Don't ask me where I am in your heart's delight,
Singing the moon is the same as looking at the moon's round.
The High Scholar walked to the front of the crowd and immediately placed his hands behind his back. He shook his head and began to recite the poem he had composed.
He Shen inherited He Shen's memories. He, who originally knew nothing about poetry, inherited He Shen's rich knowledge. Naturally, he also had an extremely high ability to appraise ancient poetry.
"The ancient poem that this High Scholar wrote is a seven-character quatrain. It uses the words 'moon' and 'plum' as a metaphor. The concept is ordinary, and the quality of the ancient poem is also very ordinary.”
He Shen thought to himself.
"Although this seven-character quatrain is not bad, it seems a little low in Miss Chen Yuanyuan's poetry gathering.”
"Yes, I think so too."
"That's right. This seven-character quatrain isn't bad among ordinary scholars, but it depends on who you're comparing it to. Compared to the few great scholars, the gap is very big.”
There were deliberately suppressed discussions around him, and He Shen knew that he wasn't the only one who felt this way.
At this moment, none of the people standing in the hall applauded or cheered. One could imagine that the song "Moon Plum" composed by this High Scholar was really not very good.
"The poem is not bad. However, I'm still far from my ideal answer.”
From behind the white curtain came a melodious, beautiful voice that was like an orchid in the empty valley. Everyone present could not help but feel intoxicated.
When the first High Scholar who composed an ancient poem heard Chen Yuanyuan's comment, his heart couldn't help but sink. He knew that he had failed.
On the other side, as the number one scholar in Shanxi, Yu Minzhong had finally composed his poem.
Yu Minzhong was a thin and weak young master. He wore a purple silk shirt and had a pair of rare double eyelids. His skin was fair and he had a unique noble aura. He held an ink-washed bamboo fan in his hand.
He slowly walked out from the crowd and did not even look at the High Scholar who had been standing there with a depressed expression. He held his folding fan and cupped his hands at Chen Yuanyuan on the second floor."I have always asked about Miss Chen's name. Today, I will write a poem,'Snow Plum,' and dedicate it to Miss Chen.”
The intoxicating voice of the orchid in the empty valley behind the white curtain sounded in everyone's ears again."Young Master Yu, there is no need to be so polite. Just recite whatever poem you have written.”
From what Chen Yuanyuan said, she knew Yu Minzhong's name.
This made everyone present envious, because the number of people who could be known by Chen Yuanyuan earlier was definitely less than one palm.
He Shen was not interested in this poetry meet, but he was very curious about Chen Yuanyuan's appearance.
In history, there were very few women who could cause the change of dynasties just by their looks. There were only three.
Baosi, who played with the princes with the beacon fire, was one of them.
Daji, who had bewitched King Zhou, was one of them.
Chen Yuanyuan, who made Wu Sangui angry and allowed the Qing army to enter the pass, was one of them.
Even the number one empress of Huaxia, Wu Zetian, could not be considered.
He was really curious about how beautiful Chen Yuanyuan, who could influence the fate of the country just by her looks, would be.
"Alright, listen to me chant!"
Yu Minzhong said confidently.
As the number one scholar in Shanxi, any ancient poem he composed would be much better than the previous High Scholar. Moreover, the next poem was composed by him after racking his brains.
Plum blossoms and snow fight for spring, unwilling to come down,
the poet put down his pen and spent his time commenting on the chapter.
The plum beard is three points whiter than snow,
But the snow loses its fragrance to the plum.
Yu Minzhong recited the song "Snow Plum" rhythmically.
Tsk tsk!
Yu Minzhong had just finished reciting the ancient poem that he had composed when a burst of exclamations came from the surroundings.
"Young Master Yu is indeed the number one scholar in Jiangxi!”
"This 'Snow Plum' and 'Moon Plum' are both seven-character quatrains, but both the arrangement and the idea are much better than the previous one!”
"The poem is a metaphor for the beauty of plum blossoms and snow. It's really high! It's high!"
"Young Master Yu is the number one scholar in Jiangxi, how can that nameless person compare to him?”
For a time, praises were endless.
The more Yu Minzhong listened, the happier she became. The corners of her mouth could not help but curl up.
He was a well-educated and cultured person. Even if he was happy, he would not be like the High Scholar just now, who vividly portrayed the words " a villain achieving success."
"Is this 'Snow Plum' very good? I don't think so. I don't think this young master will get Miss Chen's approval.”
At this moment, a voice that was out of place came from the crowd…
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