Zhou Shi took the lead in asking for a question, and the gentlemen nodded in agreement.

"Just after the Qingming Festival, Duanyang is approaching, and the students present can write a poem with the theme of Qingming or Duanyang."

Zhou Shi played a trick and said one question, but after the result came out, it became two questions.

It is no wonder that Zhou Shi has good intentions, and at present, Yuelu Academy has just started, and it has not yet reached the point of being admired by tens of thousands of people. In order to make the students of the academy more brilliant, he can only be cheeky and solve two questions.

The reputation of a literati is very important, and a good reputation can save a scholar many detours in the field and career. Zhou Shi is well aware of this, so he will give up his face and strive for an opportunity for his students to get ahead.

Qingming and Duanyang, as soon as the two questions came out, the students of Yuelu Academy took the lead in composing poems.

The ancients Cao Zhi made a poem in seven steps, and the students of Yuelu Academy didn't even use seven steps, but pretended to be a model and walked three steps before making a poem.

Obviously, these students have been prepared.

The people knew this, but they did not debunk it, because they would borrow it in a while.

The students compose poems, and there are special maids in Changle Fang who will copy them, and then make sticky notes and circulate them during the banquet.

Headed by Shen Lun, supplemented by Mr. Shuming and Zhou Shi, the three of them served as judges to evaluate the poems of the students.

The note was circulated for a week and returned to Shen Lun and the others.

Then the gentlemen present began to express their opinions.

Zhou Shi held a note in his hand and talked with Mr. Shu Ming next to him, "Mr. Shu Ming, I think this sentence is good...... Out of the suburbs during the Qingming Festival, the lonely mountain city of Liuyingmen ......"

Mr. Shuming also held a note in his hand, "Your old man has seen it, but the old man thinks that in terms of artistic conception, this one is the best...... After the wind and rain, the pear blossoms have eaten cold, and the descendants of several families have come...... Is it more meaningful than your song? ”

The two expressed their opinions and asked Shen Lun to decide.

Shen Lun held two sticky notes, tasted them carefully, and after seeing the signatures on them, he immediately understood why Mr. Shuming and Zhou Shi especially admired these two poems.

The one recommended by Zhou Shi was composed by students from Yuelu Academy; The one recommended by Mr. Shu Ming was composed by the doorman in the Three Princes' Mansion.

In all fairness, the two capitals are rare masterpieces.

Shen Lun was a little embarrassed, his four disciples, Yang Yansi squatted in the corner and drank, isolated from the world. The remaining three disciples couldn't get on the stage, and the poems they wrote compared to these people were simply different from each other.

"The two capitals are rare masterpieces, and it is difficult for the old man to choose for a while. However, the old man also has a piece here, which is written about Duanyang, so let's take a look......"

Mr. Shuming and Zhou Shi took a look, and they were both stunned.

"The wind and rain are obscure, and Miluo has nowhere to hang the heroic spirit......"

"The pomegranate flowers should laugh at each other, and the ...... is awake alone without wine"

Mr. Shuming and Zhou Shi glanced at each other and admired together.

"Good poems, rare masterpieces......"

Shen Lun nodded, "Then this one will be the first name, and the remaining two will be the first, what do you think of it?" ”

"Good!"

The top three places have been decided, and the three poems were quickly handed over to the servants in Changle Fang, who got the poems, arranged them, and began to play and sing.

The masterpieces were sung, and everyone present listened carefully.

In addition to being sung and known to the people of Bianjing, these masterpieces will also be recorded in the poetry and immortal list of Changle Fang for people to admire.

There are errand runners who inquire about the news from all over the place outside Changle Fang, and after they get the poems from Changle Fang, they will also spread it all over Bianjing City as quickly as possible.

This is how the reputation of the literati was born.

The student who won the first place was a student from Pizhou, which is close to the northwest border, with many soldiers and generals, but few scholars. This student was brought in by an old Zhizhou, and he was the only protégé of the old Zhizhou.

This matter won the first place, and while I was excited, I did not forget to thank the old Zhizhou for his teachings.

From this day on, he is no longer the obscure reader.

Lao Zhizhou was also delighted, and he did not refuse to toast the guests present, and the drink was full of red light.

The Duanyang poems of the students of Pizhou are sung in Changle Fang, and the literary meeting is still being held.

At the beginning of the week, the rest of the gentlemen did not hide it, and they asked questions to test all the students present.

The students also rushed to present poems, and the battle was in full swing.

If there is a good work, it will be played and sung as soon as possible, and then it will be spread throughout Bianjing City.

From noon to evening, more than a dozen masterpieces came out from Changle Fang, each of which was secretly surprising and amazing.

In the mansion of dignitaries and nobles, they are measuring the talents and learning of each student through poetry, and then pick out a few songs they like from them, and they will send family servants to contact them in the future, and if they feel satisfied, they can recruit them as sons-in-law.

The literati and scholars discussed the quality of poetry together in the teahouse of the wine shop, and promoted the fame of the talents they admired.

The people don't know much poetry, but it doesn't prevent them from celebrating and rejoicing with the literati and scholars in Bianjing. Then he went home and beat up his own children, telling them to learn from a certain talent.

The girls in the flower buildings everywhere also had no intention of picking up customers, and they all lay on the windows of the flower buildings one by one, waiting for the errands running downstairs to chant the students' poems.

The story of talented and beautiful women has always been what the girls in the flower building yearn for. Although they have been reduced to lowly status, it does not prevent them from dreaming of having a talented husband.

Suddenly, a corner hat boy burst out from the corner of the street, shouting while running, "Lin Yuanfeng, a scholar in the river, wrote a poem on the side of the horse, and won the first place in the side of the poem, the poem cloud: the sea breeze blows the skinny, the single clothes are cold, and the Yuguan is out of April in April." See the ...... of the land."

“…… Nian Yurong is lonely, and there is no one to go, through his wind and rain, he can ...... a few times"

The little girl in the corner had disappeared at the end of the street, but the girls on the flower floor were still staring at the place where he had gone.

The poems of Lin Yuanfeng, a scholar in the river, have been remembered by the girls, and some smart girls have even begun to play the pipa and sing this poem in a low voice.

The entire Bianjing City was shocked by this poetry meeting.

……

Even though it was evening, the students and gentlemen in Changle Fang still did not know how to get tired, and the topics emerged one after another.

The students also did their best and began to recite poems.

They had already heard the call inside the Changle Fang, and even some of the students had heard someone shouting their names outside the Changle Fang.

They know in their hearts that this is the ladder for them to embark on the official career, and it is also the first and most glorious beginning of their lives.

This is a grand event, a grand event that will be remembered by the whole Bianjing City, and even the whole Song Dynasty in the future, and even the whole world.

Everyone wants to put their names on the page.

However, when everyone was as happy as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, there was one person whose face was so gloomy that he could drip water......