Over the past few days, Zhao Jun has been taught carefully by several top academic masters such as Lu Yijian, Wang Zeng, Wang Sui, Cai Qi, Song Shou, Sheng Du, and Yan Shu. He has already figured out the rhythm and rhyme, and also knows how to write poetry.
For example, Pingyun is the first two tones of a tone, and Zeyun is the last two tones of a tone.
According to the rhythm and meter of this question, it is zezezepingping, pingpingzezeping. Pingpingpingzeze, zezezepingping.
But the poems written by Zhao Jun are probably no different from doggerel, so they still have to be copied.
He looked at the rules, thought for a moment, and then wrote down "The evening light stirs my thoughts of the frontier, who still hasn't returned home last year. The soldiers in the guard tower are already cold, their eyes fixed on the troops' uniforms."
This poem was written by Fan Zhongyan after he returned from the war with Western Xia in the northwest. It has not been written yet, but it just happens to fit the rhythm.
Unfortunately, his poem "Fisherman on the River" was written by Lao Fan in Yingtian in his early years, and this guy's level was not enough at that time, and there were a few words in the wrong rhythm, otherwise he must have copied his most famous poem.
As for the songs and poems.
Zhao Jun thought about it and asked him to copy the "Postscript to the Red Cliff". Although he could barely recite the "Preface to the Red Cliff", it was too long and involved many times, places and characters, so he was afraid that they would not match, so he did not copy it.
Fortunately, these things are taught in Chinese language classes in junior high and high school. Zhao Jun is a liberal arts student, and he is also studying history. Although he is more than capable of copying poems and songs, he can still become a great writer.
It’s just that poetry is a minor art, and he didn’t have the idea of copying it everywhere to become famous. The things at hand were more important.
After finishing writing the poem, I waited quietly for the paper to be collected.
The hospital will open in the afternoon.
Time passed slowly, and around noon, the sound of gongs and drums began to boom again, and there was wailing all around.
It was easy for Zhao Jun to do these things because he could do them on the spot, but they couldn't do that and had to think of them on the spur of the moment.
Writing a fixed poem requires not only perfect form, rhythm, and rhyme, but also artistic conception and content. This is as difficult as building a temple in a snail shell, which is quite challenging.
Therefore, most candidates had a hard time doing it, either because they did not meet the standards or the content was not good enough.
Even the poems written by many Jinshi candidates were very mediocre. For example, when Ouyang Xiu passed the Jinshi exam, his poem was a barrage of flattery to the examiner.
There are even more talented people who are good at playing the victim. For example, one year during the imperial examination, a candidate wrote an examination poem called "Qingyu'an: Nailed Shoes Trampling the Xiangfu Road", which described himself and other candidates as quite miserable.
As for those who can write excellent poetry, there are very few.
Zhao Jun calmly handed in the paper, then rolled up his bedding and began to pack his bag.
When he walked out of the wooden house, Zhou Xin had already come over and whispered to him, "Zhi Si, something happened."
"What's up?"
"A daughter of a clan member was abducted from a clan family outside Xuande Gate. There's news that she's in Potai Temple, and Commander Liu has already led his men there."
"How was he kidnapped?"
"The royal family lived at the east end of Xuande Gate Outer Street. Their daughter was named Zhenshu. A relative of his lived at the west end of the street and sent a servant to invite the daughter out for a visit. Zhenshu's mother agreed, so the servant went back to look for a sedan chair. Soon, a sedan chair stopped at the door and carried the daughter away. A moment later, another sedan chair arrived to take the daughter away. Only then did the family realize their daughter had been deceived and taken away."
"It's obvious this scheme requires an insider to work. Otherwise, how could a sedan arrive so promptly? Has anyone down there reported who did it?"
"Yes, it's usually done by Gui Fanlou. They like to send people to the mansions of wealthy people to serve as slaves to gather information. When they learn that the wealthy family is going on a trip or visiting relatives, they kidnap them and either demand a ransom or sell them off. However, they generally don't target high-ranking officials or members of the royal family."
"Has the servant been caught?"
"No."
"Um."
Zhao Jun nodded and said, "I guess what's going on. The girl from the sect should be fine. Tell your men to prepare to take action against Li Dewen."
Behind Guifanlou was the gang from Kaifeng Prefecture, and Li Dewen was so stingy that he was only willing to buy one piece of information. The spies who came to him later were either rejected by him or he got so annoyed that he even sent people to beat them out, so that some spies held a grudge and collected evidence of his crimes and handed it over to him.
In fact, Fan Zhongyan had already given him the evidence of Li Dewen's guilt. He delayed taking action just to let the spies under him reveal their true colors. Now the time is almost right, and the case of the abduction of the clan daughter has occurred, so Zhao Jun has decided to take action against Li Dewen first.
Under the protection of everyone, he left the backyard of Taichang Temple. At this moment, many candidates had gathered in the front yard, and the test papers had been collected. The door could not be opened until all the test papers were sent to the Ministry of Rites.
About half an hour later, the door was finally opened and countless scholars rushed out. At this moment, relatives outside the temple had been waiting eagerly, and the place was crowded with people.
Zhao Jun ignored the various situations in the scene. After following the crowd out, he was about to send his things back first and then deal with the matters of the Imperial City Bureau.
As a result, Di Qing and others who were waiting outside had just come over when they heard someone shouting, "Brother Hanlong, Brother Hanlong!"
Zhao Jun turned his head and saw Song Cai and several other scholars just coming out of the Taichang Temple.
Seeing Zhao Jun stop, Song Cai thought he was waiting for him. Although Zhao Jun didn't seem to care about the imperial examination, he was of noble status, so it would be a good thing to be able to get close to him. So he hurried over to greet him and said, "Brother Hanlong, what are your plans after the exam?"
Zhao Jun smiled and said, "I'm going to Lao Ya Lane."
"Old Crow Lane?"
Song Cai thought for a moment and said, "The Qingfeng Tower over there is quite good. I've been eating coarse bread every day in the Taichang Temple and I'm almost sick of it. Why don't I host a banquet and invite you to join us?"
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