Just as they were talking, they heard a gong ring. A pleasure boat approached, and several people filed out of the boat and entered the pavilion in the center of the island.
"Look, that's the calligraphy master, Wang Anping. He's the descendant of the Sage of Calligraphy, Wang Youjun.”
"Isn't that Wu Han, the so-called Painted Immortal? She did not expect him to come this time. If she could see him paint with her own eyes, her life would not have been in vain!”
"Eh, isn't that Scholar Zhang of the Imperial Academy and Chancellor Yan of the directorate?”
"Ah! Qingxuan and the others had also arrived! As expected, she was a heavenly beauty!”
"That's everyone from Lanxin! She was really delicate and moving, and even I could not help but pity her!”
As those people appeared one by one, the crowd let out waves of exclamations. When an old man with white hair and beard, dressed in linen clothes, and wearing a scarf appeared, everyone's expressions changed and they bowed in unison.
"Greetings, Saint Duke Yan!"
Jia Jun's eyes lit up when he saw this. Duke Yansheng was the hereditary title of Confucius 'eldest son.
The Kong family was probably the only aristocratic family in China for thousands of years.
Unexpectedly, this old man was actually the current Yan Shenggong. Kong Zhaohua.
"There's no need to be formal when we meet friends today.”The old man said to everyone.
Everyone agreed.
These people passed through the crowd and walked into the pavilion to take their seats. Kong Zhaohua was in the middle, Wang Anping and Wu Han were on his left and right, and beside them were the Hanlin Scholar Zhang and the Imperial College Chancellor Yan.
As for Qingxuan and Lan Xin, they had prepared some wine, a zither, a chessboard, and other props as they stood at the side.
"This literary gathering is really special. I didn't expect that even Yan Shenggong would come. With him around, probably no one in the world would have any objections to the selection of Wen Kui.”Ning Wen sighed.
Jia Jun smiled." You are a prince after all, and you are here on the Empress Dowager's orders to bear witness. Why are you standing with me and not sitting with them?"”
"Heh, I don't like to study. Wouldn't I be looking for trouble sitting next to them? You can't even talk to each other, right?" Ning Wen said.
"Really?" Jia Jun glanced at him. Why do I feel like you're afraid of making contact with Qingxuan and Lan Xin and making that 'Big Sister Xue' unhappy?”
Ning Wen widened his eyes. Why would I be afraid of her?"
Jia Jun smiled without saying a word.
At this moment, Scholar Zhang stood up and said to everyone,"Everyone. This lakeside pavilion was the place where the Mid-Autumn Festival cultural gathering was held. However, this pavilion was very small and could only accommodate ten people.”
As soon as he said this, everyone frowned. It was quite difficult to get into the top ten among nearly a hundred people.
Of course, there were also people who didn't care at all, such as Jiang Ziyang. He glanced at Jia Jun and then said to Scholar Zhang,"Scholar, please come up with a question."
Scholar Zhang stroked his beard and smiled." Perhaps the Flower Tanlang can't wait any longer. That's good. Everyone, listen up." The judges here are Duke Yan Sheng, Master Wang and Master Wu, Lord Yan and the Hanlin Academy. We each have two spots. You need to get a spot from us and enter the pavilion.”
To put it simply, the " contestants " would be allowed to choose their mentors. If they won the mentors 'favor, they would be able to enter the finals.
"Hahahaha!" Jiang Ziyang laughed after hearing this. He bowed to the Imperial College Chancellor and said," Sir, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival cultural gathering. I would like to boldly offer a poem.”
"Yes." Lord Yan nodded.
Jiang Ziyang heard this and said loudly,"The moon is the most round in the Mid-Autumn Festival." Don't be stupid and see many things. A cup of wine is extended, and there is no need to be stingy tonight. What's the fun of the rain? The sound is pattering and mottled. Heaven should deliberately cover the barrier, pat the world, wait and see. Good time, must use some difficulties. Wait until the evening wind blowing clear, gold and jade shining, jade round.”
The general meaning of this poem was:
The moon was at its roundest during the Mid-Autumn Festival. How could the rain that was about to stop hinder the happy things? Although the heavens deliberately blocked and slapped the human world, good times were not easy to come by. Only when the wind blew and the rain stopped would the water surface shine like gold and the full moon shine like jade.
It looked like a scenery description, but it was really emotional. It could be considered an inspirational poem.
After he finished reading, there was a sudden silence in the arena. Then, there was a burst of enthusiastic cheers and applause.
"Good! Good lyrics, good lyrics!"
"Tanhua Lang indeed lives up to his reputation. We can't catch up to him.”
"'Until the evening wind blows, the gold is shining, the jade is round and round, wonderful, wonderful! The flower man, Gao Cai!"
"How can we dare to embarrass ourselves when we say this?”
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After hearing this, Chancellor Yan's face revealed an excited expression. His official career had not been smooth recently and he had been repeatedly suppressed and ostracized. Originally, he was disheartened and already had the thought of retiring. After listening to Jiang Ziyang's words, his state of mind suddenly changed. What was a little bit of bad luck? As long as he "looked at it casually", he would naturally "see gold and jade" in the future.
"Good! This is a masterpiece." He slapped the table and said to Jiang Ziyang with excitement," Ziyang can take your seat.”
"Thank you, sir." Jiang Ziyang bowed to Lord Yan, then turned to Jia Jun and smiled coldly." Young Master Jun, don't make Ziyang wait."”
After he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and strode into the pavilion.
Such provocative words pushed Jia Jun in front of everyone.
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