Everyone looked over at the same time.
Everyone is looking forward to it.
There were actually a lot of people participating in the poetry reading.
This time, there were more than 500 people.
Many of them are just here to join in the fun.
For example, nobles like Jiang Quan.
The main purpose is to see what young talents there are.
If there is a suitable one, I will write down the name first.
Especially the poor scholars who come from far away.
They are not disciples of the Six Arts.
If you perform well, you can also be invited as a guest.
Being a diner can also be considered one of the channels for promotion.
That is what is called a retainer.
The trend of nurturing scholars was prevalent in Chang'an City.
After all, a big family needs someone to take care of it.
However, Emperor Feng has always disliked this.
As the saying goes, Confucian scholars use literature to disrupt the law, while knights use force to violate the law. What do you want to do by having so many retainers in Chang'an City?
No matter how much you hate it, you still have to raise it.
A poor scholar with good performance is good.
I will find an opportunity to recommend him as an official in the future.
This is also equivalent to political capital.
And poor people don’t just eat and don’t work.
I also have to help deal with things at home.
Some are reading companions, and some are personal assistants.
The tune gradually became peaceful.
Everyone looked at Ning Que with anticipation.
Ning Que smiled and spoke slowly.
"The celestial carriage of the Purple Forbidden City arrives at dawn, and the green flag leans against the distant Wangchun Terrace. I wonder if the snow in the courtyard is falling today, or if the flowers in the forest are blooming last night."
"good!"
Jiang Quan was the first to applaud.
Many Six Arts disciples also nodded in praise.
This poem describes it very well.
The choice of words and sentence structure are also excellent.
It outlines a beautiful and solemn snow scene in the palace.
At the same time, it shows that spring is coming.
Overall, the poem has very good rhetoric.
"It has to be the prince!"
“This poem is absolutely amazing.”
"Wait a minute, help me make a copy."
Chen Xia gave him a surprised look.
I didn't expect Ning Que to have such talent.
Such a quatrain can be produced so quickly.
Park Duanchang was stunned when he heard this.
Although he claimed to be familiar with Dafeng culture, he was actually a novice and didn't even recognize some of the rare characters. After Ning Que finished reading, he didn't understand anything.
Ning Que sat down again.
Shen Qinghe came over with a smile.
“Your poetry is wonderful.”
"Oh……"
Ning Que just smiled.
Strictly speaking, it's not his.
He could also write some poetry, but the quality was naturally inferior. Fortunately, he was well-read and had a fondness for Tang and Song poetry, so being a plagiarist was easy for him.
One after another, people stood up and wrote poems.
The quality also varies.
Some guessed the topic correctly, which was fine. But those who failed to write a poem in time were eliminated. Since this was a poetry competition, it was bound to be brutal.
Of course, there is still a resurrection match.
They were able to stay in Liuyi later on.
After attending a few classes, the teacher will also give comments.
Those who perform well can officially become disciples of the Six Arts.
This is free admission!
No need to spend a penny, food and accommodation are all included!
They are like a talent pool.
At the same time, it also weakens the foundation of other countries.
Even if he had to invest money in it, Emperor Feng was happy to do so.
As the saying goes, "All the people in the world come for profit, and all the people in the world go for profit." Most people are driven by fame and fortune, hoping to climb the ladder of advancement. The Six Arts Academy was the highest institution of learning in Dafeng, a reserve of talent for Dafeng officials. Anyone with the talent could study for free there, so who wouldn't want to come?
To support a scholar, one needs the support of at least the whole family, which is a burden for many people. Learning from a teacher and writing calligraphy require money for all aspects of life.
The Six Arts are the foundation of great prosperity!
…
Yu Ji continued to ask questions.
Poems were quickly composed.
The one who performed the best was naturally Ning Que.
There is also the Goguryeo envoy Park Duanchang.
This guy has quite a bit of ink in his belly.
I can answer quickly every time.
In the end, only Chen Xia was left.
He could just about keep up every time.
The poems he wrote are all pretty good.
Yu Ji looked at them and said seriously, "There are only three left in this poetry competition. The final theme will be wine, and the rest of you can express yourself. As for who is good and who is bad, you can judge for yourselves. You are also limited to one song. Those who exceed the time limit will be eliminated."
Park Duanchang laughed immediately.
He got it right again this time!
Along the way, he specifically consulted the poet Lu Bai, who had participated in several poetry gatherings. The topics remained largely the same, though they would change slightly from year to year. With early preparation, he could always guess the topic.
Don't think that's all.
Because every time you write a poem it has to be new.
Lu Bai rewrote the poem specifically for him.
Guaranteed to be original!
Park Duanchang spent a lot of money on this.
A lot of money was invested in gold alone.
You also have to provide Lu Bai every day.
Lu Bai had a habit: the more he drank, the more inspired he became to write poetry. But in Goguryeo, wine was as valuable as gold. People couldn't even afford to eat, let alone make wine from grain. To encourage Lu Bai to write poetry, Pu Duanchang even gave away his wife's money. He had waited so long, and finally, this opportunity arrived!
Write poetry with wine!
"Hahaha--"
Park Duanchang couldn't help laughing.
Everyone looked at him in confusion.
But Chen Xia was the first to stand up.
"Green ants, new wine, red clay stove."
"It's going to snow tonight, can you have a drink?"
"good!"
Everyone applauded at the same time.
This poem is very concise.
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