The poetry reading at Linjiang Banshan Academy has come to an end.
This poetry reading turned into a farce, which was quite interesting.
Fu Xiaoguan was scared away by the group of women. He originally wanted to leave a poem on the wind-moving stone, but he did not expect that women of this era could be so crazy.
They are really stealing people!
Fu Xiaoguan had no doubt that if he ran slower and was surrounded by the group of women, he might have a romantic encounter tonight. Of course, he was forced.
This made him feel a little regretful after he ran down the mountain. Su Mo couldn't understand what was going on in Fu Xiaoguan's mind and felt that this guy... was really despicable!
This is the star-chasing of this era. For these women, Fu Xiaoguan has entered their hearts because of those two poems and that book. They have admired Fu Xiaoguan for a long time, but they have never met him because he has been in the village for a long time.
On this Mid-Autumn night, Fu Xiaoguan appeared in the Banshan Academy, which aroused the obsession in their hearts. Just as Qu Linglong said, men can compete for supremacy in the Central Plains, but can't women like us chase our husbands under the moon?
He is handsome, well-read, the richest man in Linjiang, and has no engagement - if this happened in his previous life, his status would be no different from that of Xiao Wang, so it is easy to understand why so many women flocked to him.
What if it gets snatched?
As for love, almost all women in this world have the same understanding of love as Zhang Pei'er - get married, have sex, have children, and then there is love.
Just the order is different.
After the women chased Fu Xiaoguan away, they felt that the poetry recitation was meaningless, so they simply left.
What remains are a group of men in front of the Banshan Academy - to write poetry one needs not only fine wine, but also beautiful women. A group of men reciting poems and composing couplets facing the moon makes the scene look a bit weird.
It just turned into drinking and chatting.
A poetry gathering was ruined just because of a man named Fu Xiaoguan.
This made the talented people who had been preparing for this for a long time extremely annoyed, but they had no way to solve the problem.
Look at Fu Xiaoguan, he just showed his head and so many women rushed towards him shamelessly - why didn't they rush towards me?
This is envy. Some people are convinced and think that it is Fu Xiaoguan's ability. Of course, there are also people who are jealous, but they can only hide it in their hearts.
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The results of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition of Lanting in Shangjing have been announced.
This announcement of the results is different from that one.
In the 32nd year of the Taihe reign, the Lanting Pavilion produced several masterpieces. His Majesty was delighted upon seeing them, stating that the Lanting Pavilion was a sacred place for literati and a cradle of poetry, and that to leave one's name there was an honor equal to the announcement of the results of the imperial examination. From then on, whenever the Lanting Pavilion held a poetry gathering, the results would be posted outside the Lanting Pavilion, with red characters on a yellow background, to be announced to the world.
Thus, there came the story of the Lanting Poetry Competition’s results being announced.
Dong Shulan and Yu Wenjun are standing at the bottom of the first list, and there is really no name of Fu Xiaoguan. This doesn’t make sense!
"I'll go and ask." Yu Wenjun didn't believe it. How could such a wonderful poem not be ranked first on the list!
Are those reviewing officials and scholars blind?
"I'm going too!"
"Walk!"
In order to clear Fu Xiaoguan's name, the two of them now had surprisingly consistent opinions.
They walked into the first floor, and the guards who were guarding the place stopped them. "This is a restricted area of Lanting Pavilion. Outsiders are not allowed to enter without permission."
"I am Her Royal Highness the Ninth Princess!"
The guard was stunned and laughed. "Go back, young lady. To be honest, there are too many people pretending to be members of the royal family every year. Changing your identity might be more effective. Be obedient and go out. The great scholars above haven't come down yet, so don't disturb them."
Yu Wenjun was stunned, "I am really Her Royal Highness the Ninth Princess!"
"Okay, okay, you are the Ninth Princess, and the current emperor is merciful. If it were the previous dynasty, you would be beheaded for pretending to be the Princess. Okay, okay, don't make things worse. We understand your little tricks. You just want to meet those great scholars and ask for a letter of recommendation. You see, I know this even without any education."
Yu Wenyun stamped his feet in anxiety. This was like a scholar meeting a soldier, and you couldn't say the other party was wrong.
She was so angry that she jumped up and down, gritting her teeth and pointing at the guard: "Okay, very good, I will remember you."
The guard laughed again and said, "Every year, those who pretend to be royal relatives remember me. I'll tell you my name is Cui Ming, so you'll remember me better."
At this time, someone came down from the third floor.
Carrying a scroll.
"This is……?"
"What a blessing! You are so lucky! You are about to witness the inscription on the Thousand Stone Tablets with your own eyes!"
The two men walked out carrying the scroll. Yu Wenjun and Dong Shulan looked at each other in surprise. Thousands of stone tablets and inscriptions? These were poems and articles that would be passed down through the ages!
Could it be... ?
The two ran out hand in hand. There were already guards outside maintaining order and driving away some of the students.
The instructors on the first floor and the Imperial College officials on the second floor came out and stood in two rows in front of the first list of the Lanting Pavilion.
"What are you doing?" An Liuyue asked.
A bad thought arose in Yan Xiwen's heart, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt it was impossible.
It is generally recognized that it is difficult to produce excellent poems during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Could it be that thousands of poems and inscriptions on stone tablets will be published tonight?
After half an incense stick of time, five great scholars from the third floor arrived here.
Shangguan Wenxiu, the chief academic officer of the Imperial College, walked onto the stage with a smile on his face and looking energetic.
"Today, I am honored to celebrate the festival with all of you talented scholars at the Lanting Gathering. Many exquisite poems have been created during this time, and you have already seen them. But now, you will witness the birth of a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages!"
Yan Xiwen was shocked and felt that something was wrong.
Yu Wenjun held Dong Shulan's hand tightly, but Dong Shulan was completely unaware. She looked at Shangguan Wenxiu with an extremely excited face.
To leave one's name on a thousand tablets and stones—what a talent! What a reputation!
"After an hour of discussion between me and four great scholars, this famous piece of writing will be published. This is a sign of prosperity for our Great Yu and a role model for all of us scholars. Don't underestimate yourselves; read this and encourage yourselves!"
"The results are out!"
As Shangguan Wenxiu finished speaking, the two people standing on the high ground took down the list.
There is only one poem and one person's name on the huge list.
Yan Xiwen felt a sudden buzzing sensation in his head, and even his vision went blurry. Fang Wenxing's face paled, and his clothes were instantly soaked with cold sweat. The others were in disbelief, holding their breath and gaping with their mouths wide open.
Yu Wenjun covered her mouth with her hands, and Dong Shulan clenched her fists.
Song of Water Melody: When Will the Bright Moon Appear?
When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the sky...
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...May we live long and enjoy the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands miles apart!
Many people were singing in low voices, many were looking up at the moon, and many were closing their eyes in deep thought. Then all became gloomy, leaving only a long sigh.
I ask the world... who else can create such a masterpiece!
His name is Fu Xiaoguan, the Fu Xiaoguan who wrote A Dream of Red Mansions.
He was from Linjiang, and his father was a big landlord in Linjiang, so he was naturally a small landlord.
He was just a scholar, but he also wrote two poems.
…
Shangguan Wenxiu stroked his white beard and spoke again.
"After our vote, this poem, 'Shui Tiao Ge Tou,' has a profound meaning, a profound sentiment, and an artistic conception that is unmatched. It is truly a masterpiece that will last for all time! Therefore, this poem will be engraved in the first row of characters on the thousand stone tablets!"
The crowd roared.
The moon is full!
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