Zhao Jun responded and was about to leave.
Yan Shu then asked, "Recently, I've only seen you writing essays and classics. How are your poems going?"
Yan Shu smiled and said, "I still like to hear you call me Uncle Lari."
"Okay, Uncle Lari."
Yan Shu thought for a moment and said, "This year's examiner is Sun Xun. He likes to write ci. Although he's not very good at it, I think there will be more ci this year. So, let me test you. How about writing a poem called 'Linjiangxian'?"
The imperial examinations in the Song Dynasty included poetry, songs and essays, which accounted for a considerable proportion of the test score. Each of the test items was one poem (ci), one song (fu), and one essay. Generally speaking, the Song Dynasty wrote test poems according to the requirements of the Tang Dynasty imperial examinations. However, the difficulty of the test was not as great as the provincial examinations. In addition, people in the Song Dynasty liked ci, so sometimes there would be test ci with restricted questions.
"Do I need to prepare this? I'm sure I'll have a corresponding poem for whatever topic he gives me."
Zhao Jun laughed.
Zhao Jun listened to Yan Shu's words, pondered them for a moment, and then suddenly thought of something. He suppressed a sly smile and said, "After the dream, the tower is locked high; after the wine is awake, the curtains are lowered. Last year, when spring's sorrow returned, flowers fell and I stood alone; swallows flew in pairs in the light rain. I remember the first time I saw Xiaoping, her dress with two heart-shaped patterns on it. The pipa strings spoke of longing; the bright moon was there then, shining on the returning colorful clouds."
"The bright moon was there then, shining on the colorful clouds as they returned?"
Among the more than one thousand ci forms, each has its corresponding rhythm, tone and rhyme, so this kind of poetry and ci test is very difficult.
After all, there are many types of poems, and you are given very little time to take the exam. To write poems with prescribed rhythm, tone and rhyme in such a short time tests your quick wit and ability, which is comparable to Cao Zhi's ability to compose a poem in seven steps.
Yan Shu glanced at him with disdain. "This poem describes the past with a woman named Xiao Ping. How long have you been in the Song Dynasty? How can you have met a woman named Xiao Ping? Besides, I don't believe you have such literary talent!"
"All right."
Yan Shu opened his eyes wide and pondered carefully. He was a master of ci poetry himself, and he immediately felt that it was extremely exquisite. He said in surprise, "Did this poem copy from a later master?"
Zhao Jun was unhappy and said, "Can't I write it myself?"
Yan Shu was so angry that he almost peed himself. He was about to hit him and said, "You actually copied my poems?"
Zhao Jun was nearly pissed. It was the first time he'd seen Yan Shu truly angry, and he quickly ran off. As he ran, he turned back to see Yan Shu angrily chasing him. He knew this was a real threat to someone who loved poetry so much, so he said in panic, "I was just kidding! How could you have written this? Do you know that woman named Xiao Ping?"
Zhao Jun had no choice but to admit: "You wrote this lyric."
"I write?"
But what if it happens in the future?
When he thought of this, he shouted, "Then who do you say wrote it?"
“Ah, this.”
Yan Shu stopped and hesitated, because he really didn't remember a woman named Xiaoping.
Yan Shu was puzzled.
Zhao Jun once said that there were many masters of writing lyrics during the reign of Emperor Renzong, who brought disaster to middle school students in later generations, such as "Yan Shu, Su Shi, Liu Yong, Ouyang Xiu, Yan Jidao, and Fan Zhongyan".
Seeing him stop, Zhao Jun laughed heartily and ran away, leaving only the words "Your son Yan Jidao wrote this" in the wind.
"My son Yan Jidao?"
Yan Shu was confused.
Just as he was about to ask, he looked up and saw that Zhao Jun had already run away. He couldn't help but jump in anger.
At that time, I thought that Yan Jidao was just a person with the same surname, or Yan Jidao, but I didn't expect that this person was actually my son.
The problem is that none of his sons are named Yan Jidao!
When they arrived at the mansion, a servant suddenly came over and said with a happy face, "Master, Master, Miss Zhang is pregnant. She has been vomiting a lot recently, and her stomach is getting bigger and bigger. I saw a doctor and it turns out she is pregnant."
"Are you pregnant?"
But the other party had to take part in the imperial examination, so Yan Shu had no choice but to go back.
Along the way, Yan Shu was thinking about the poem "Linjiangxian".
Unexpectedly, it was during that sexual intercourse that the concubine became pregnant, adding another child to the Yan family. It was really something worth celebrating.
Yan Shu hurried to the backyard to comfort his concubine. After telling her to take good care of herself and take care of the pregnancy, he returned to his study with excitement.
When Yan Shu heard the news, he became excited.
He had been living in the palace for a long time recently and seldom went home. In May, because Madam Meng was seriously ill, he asked for leave and went back to live for a while. It was during that time that he slept with his concubine.
It just so happened that there was a copy of the "Tao Te Ching" that I had read yesterday on the desk. A gentle breeze blew outside the window, and the wind turned a page of the paper, revealing Chapter 8 of the "Tao Te Ching".
"The highest good is like water. Water benefits all things without contention, and stays where others dislike it. Therefore, it is close to the Tao!"
At this moment, his heart was already overwhelmed with joy, and he forgot about "Linjiangxian" and Yan Jidao. He only thought about the fact that the old Yan family had another child.
He sat back at his desk, ready to read a book to calm his excitement.
I recited these sentences silently.
Then Yan Shu suddenly jumped up from his chair, becoming even more excited.
Yan Shu lowered his head and saw the four words "Gu Ji Yu Dao".
So how close is it to the Tao? So how close is it to the Tao?
Good job.
Could it be that this child is Yan Jidao?
Damn Zhao Jun!
Yan Shu was so angry that his soul left his body and smoke rose from his seven orifices. He pointed out the window and cursed: "Zhao Jun, you little bastard, you even copied your unborn child. Are you still a human being?"
(End of this chapter)
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