"What are you laughing at?" Xiang Yun asked in confusion.
"Prince, don't joke with Wan 'er. Your poem, cough cough... It would be quite difficult to get first place.”
Lin Wan 'er's words were already very tactful. As Xiang Yun's personal servant girl who had grown up together with him, Lin Wan' er was very clear about the little bit of ink in Xiang Yun's stomach. Let alone poetry, this prince sometimes couldn't even recognize words.
However, when it came to famous works, the prince did have some.
However, most of them were like,'The hero's sword is still old, and I'm still charming.'Or poor people would be good at themselves, rich people would have a group of wives and concubines, a husband with hair would not go to bed, and a wife with chaff would not go to the hall. These were famous works that made people laugh and difficult to reach the elegant hall.
And now, Xiang Yun wanted to write a poem to win an award at this birthday banquet filled with scholars and scholars. Lin Wan 'er believed that if she competed for the last place, her son would be very powerful and almost invincible. As for the first place, it was also possible, unless only her son participated.
In the end, Lin Wan 'er didn't believe that Xiang Yun could come up with any decent poems.
Looking at Lin Wan 'er's playful smile, Xiang Yun was very unhappy. He had actually been despised by his personal servant girl. How could this be? It seemed that he had to restore his master's glory!
Xiang Yun said to Lin Wan 'er proudly,""You little girl, how dare you not believe in your prince. Go and bring me a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. This prince will fight for first place for you!”
When Lin Wan 'er heard this, she thought that Xiang Yun was joking. However, she was also happy that her prince was in such a good mood. She really turned around and ran into the garden. She went to get a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. She placed them on the table for Xiang Yun and looked at her prince with a smile. She wanted to see what kind of hilarious work he would write this time.
Xiang Yun didn't care what Lin Wan 'er was thinking. He held the brush in his hand like a professional and washed the tip of the brush with clean water. He used his fingertips to pick up a messy hair and gently pulled it off. He stroked the tip of the brush and nodded in satisfaction.
He then shook his robe and used two bamboo chopsticks to press down on the top of the paper. He turned to Lin Wan 'er and ordered,""Wan Er, grind ink for this prince!"
Lin Wan 'er looked at her prince's pretentious actions and found it both funny and interesting. She obediently picked up the ink stick with her slender hands and poured some water into the inkstone. She used the ink stick to grind it clockwise. In a short while, a uniform and full ink was ground.
"Prince, please." Lin Wan 'er also looked like a little errand boy, asking her prince to dip his hands in ink and write poems!
Hearing this, Xiang Yun dived the tip of his brush into the ink without hesitation. He then hung the excess ink on the edge of the inkstone and lifted the brush to hang on the Xuan paper. He stood there for a long time but did not start writing.
Lin Wan 'er, who was standing at the side, saw her son standing rooted to the ground like a statue. She couldn't help but secretly curse in her heart,""It seems that the prince is not good enough to write. I knew that the prince was bragging.”
However, Lin Wan 'er, who understood Xiang Yun the most, had guessed wrong this time. It was not that Xiang Yun had nothing in his stomach and could not write, but that he had too much in his stomach and really did not know how to write or which poem to choose.
One must know that Xiang Yun's mind contained the rich poetry of the entire 5,000 years of China in his previous life. Although he did not completely memorize these poems, as a liberal arts student, he still read a lot of poetry and recited many classic lines.
At this moment, Xiang Yun is bent on winning the first place in this poetry competition and obtaining the cloud artifact bestowed by his cheap father. He does not dare to look down on the scholars of this world, so he thinks about which poem to choose to firmly win the first place.
Xiang Yun thought about it again and again. Just as Lin Wan 'er thought that Xiang Yun would not be able to finish this stroke, the little prince, who had been frozen in the distance with a confused expression, finally moved!
He did not start writing immediately. Instead, he slowly raised his head and looked at the bright and beautiful full moon under the illumination of the stars in the sky. A trace of complicated and emotional emotions flashed across his eyes. At this moment, his friends, classmates, teachers, and his only family on Earth, his grandfather, flashed across Xiang Yun's mind!
"Are you all alright? Are you also looking at the moon today?"
Lin Wan 'er had never heard the language that Xiang Yun was muttering before. She felt as if she was listening to a heavenly book. She was confused and didn't know what Xiang Yun was muttering.
In the next moment, Xiang Yun had already started writing!
In Xiang Yun's previous life, he had majored in ancient Chinese and had also taken calligraphy as an elective. The university teacher who taught them calligraphy was an old scholar who admired Wang Xizhi's calligraphy very much.
He believed that this was the best of the semi-cursive style, the real calligraphy of a master. Therefore, he often asked Xiang Yun and the others to copy Wang Xizhi's semi-cursive style. Although Xiang Yun did not write it as vividly as Wang Xizhi, he could imitate its shape to a 70% or 80% degree.
However, now that Xiang Yun was a Two Clouds martial artist, his control over his body and his powerful mental strength had already far surpassed that of his time on Earth. The moment he started writing, his mind and body seemed to be in perfect harmony. The brush in his hand had even become a part of his body, as if he was controlling it with his arms and fingers!
In the next moment, Xiang Yun rolled up his sleeve with one hand and placed his brush on the Xuan paper. The brush moved like a dragon and snake, floating like a swan!
At this moment, Xiang Yun's spirit and Qi were in harmony, his heart and body were in harmony, and he was in harmony with the heavens. Three inches of ink light shone on the Xuan paper like starlight!
On the side, Lin Wan 'er, who had been smiling jokingly, couldn't help but restrain her smile a little when Xiang Yun wrote the first word.
When she saw the second and third word, her expression began to change. At first, she was surprised, then shocked, and finally shocked and incredulous!
About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the servants had already delivered hundreds of neatly arranged pieces of paper filled with poems to the second floor of Spring Arrival Pavilion!
"Haha.... Your Highness, it seems that your reward has really gotten everyone involved. There are actually so many people who have written poems. This time, we can also feast our eyes.”Wang Wenjing looked at the thick stack of rice paper and couldn't help but smile.
he said.
At that moment, Wang Wenjing and the other prefects took on the role of marking officials. Wang Wenjing was originally a scholar and had been an official marking the imperial examinations many times. He was very familiar with the marking process and immediately organized several prefects to read the papers together.
They read the poems very quickly. Usually, they only needed about ten seconds to finish reading a poem. As for those poems that were not novel or had ordinary literary talent, they would just put them aside. If they thought that there were good lines, they would nod and show their appreciation. Then, they would present them to Xiang Ling Tian, the Crown Prince, the Princess, and the two princes to read.
When they encountered a truly excellent poem, they would slow down their reading speed and read it carefully, dissecting the meaning word by word and appreciating the artistic conception in the poem.
"Crows perched on white trees in the courtyard, cold dew silently wet osmanthus flowers.
Tonight the moon is bright and the people are looking forward to it. I don't know whose home my autumn thoughts fall on.”
"Hiss…The language of this poem is simple, concise, and concise. The depth of its power is definitely not something that an ordinary scholar can produce.”
Wang Wenjing looked at the poem in his hand, and his eyes couldn't help but light up as he recited it.
When everyone heard this, they immediately turned to look. Apparently, they had also heard Wang Wenjing reciting the poem and felt that the poem was somewhat extraordinary. This poem was almost not inferior to Wang Wenjing's previous poem, and even surpassed it!
Wang Wenjing quickly looked at the signature at the back of the article."Fuzhou Prefecture, Wang Shouyi!"
Everyone was unfamiliar with this name. Only Wang Wenjing suddenly remembered after thinking for a moment.
"So it's this person. No wonder he could write such a poem.”
Everyone looked at him with a questioning expression. Wang Wenjing explained patiently.
"This person is a graduate of the Orthodox Academy, a scholar of generations. His elders have also produced quite a few poems and written quite a few essays, but they were all very ordinary works. Only in this generation, this Wang Shouyi's literary talent is excellent, and his poems are very formidable! Back then, he had also been somewhat famous in the Orthodox Academy, but he had unexpectedly also come here to congratulate his highness.”
Only when everyone heard this did they understand. So it was a poem composed by a talented student of the Orthodox Academy. No wonder it had such a standard. The Orthodox Academy was the highest hall of literature in the Fengyun Kingdom, and most of the scholars inside would become pillars of the Fengyun Kingdom's court in the future.
"I think that Wang Shouyi is very likely to be one of the top three tonight. Your Highness, come and admire this poem as well.”As Wang Wenjing spoke, he held the scroll with both hands and presented it to Xiang Ling Tian.
Xiang Ling Tian read it for a moment, and his eyes revealed a look of admiration as he nodded repeatedly. Clearly, he had high praise for this poem.
"Eh…this is a good poem!" After a moment, the Mayor of Xiliang County suddenly said with a pleasantly surprised expression. Everyone looked surprised and curious when they heard this.
It had to be known that there was a time limit for this poem. It was already not easy to write a seven-character quatrain, and it was not easy to write a longer poem. For someone to be able to write a good poem that was praised by the governor of Xi Liang County, it immediately aroused everyone's interest.
"Lord County Governor, quickly recite it for everyone to hear.”Wang Wenjing's curiosity was the strongest, so he urged.
The Mayor of Xiliang County immediately recited,
"The world is a big dream, how many times is it cool in autumn? in the evening the wind leaves already rustle the veranda. I look at my brows and temples. Wine is cheap, often worry about the lack of guests, the moon is bright, often blocked by clouds. who will share the lonely light of the Mid-Autumn Festival? I look sadly to the north."
"Hiss…"
When Wang Wenjing heard this poem, his eyes couldn't help but light up, revealing a surprised expression. This expression was even more shocked than when he had seen the Orthodox Academy's Wang Shouyi's poem.
Although the others did not have as much knowledge and research in literature as Wang Wenjing, their standards were not low. When they heard it, they naturally immediately appreciated the extraordinary charm of this poem.
"Good lyrics…this is definitely a good poem! The world is a big dream, how many autumns are there in life? Everything in the world was like a dream. How many cool autumns had he experienced in his life? It's really wonderful!"
"This poem is graceful and sorrowful, but it doesn't lose its grandeur and heroism. It's really wonderful. Compared to Wang Shouyi's poem, its standard is even higher by 30%!”
Wang Wenjing did not say that it was one point higher, but three points higher. It could be seen that his admiration for this poem was quite high!
"Lord Prefect, what is the name of this poem, and who is the author? Is he a student of the Orthodox Academy?”Wang Wenjing quickly asked.
"This poem is called 'West River Moon, A Great Dream of the World'. The author is Nanping County's Lin Feng.”
"Lin Feng! So it's him!" Wang Wenjing's eyes immediately lit up, and his face revealed a look of surprise.
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