From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Everyone present was a Jinshi, a lady from a noble family, and naturally had the best family background.

Even if some poor children could afford to study, they would not be too bad.

So for them, snow is often beautiful, pure white, beautiful, enough to make the world look like silver, with a unique flavor.

And Zhou Yuan's poem told them that for the truly poor, snow is a symbol of cold, the ups and downs of life, and unbearable pain.

While you nobles are roasting charcoal fires at home and watching the snowflakes all over the sky, some people are trekking on foot, shivering with cold, and returning home with difficulty after a day of tiring work.

A person returning home on a snowy night, what a beautiful sentence, but combined with the background, it gives people an unspeakable pain.

"Husband..."

Zhao Jianjia hugged Zhou Yuan's arms tightly, her voice a little choked.

She was originally a little angry, a little jealous, and a little indignant at the insults of others.

But when I heard this poem, I remembered my husband's life before he married into the Zhao family, a dilapidated tile house, a lonely and helpless person... maybe he was also a person returning home on a snowy night.

This poem of my husband is about the sewage cleaner, but also about himself.

Thinking of this, Zhao Jianjia felt distressed and said softly: "Husband, it's all over."

Many scholars around were silent. They had to admit that this was a good poem, and it was a rare good poem.

But they didn't want to bow their heads, otherwise this year's candidates would become a joke.

Zhou Yuan looked at everyone and said calmly: "I don't want to write poetry. The reason is very simple. I don't want to write poetry."

"If I can choose, I might really go to dig out manure, work hard with the sewage workers for a day, and give them inspiring strength."

"When I was in Yunzhou, I did say that poetry is a minor path, and I have already explained what the major path is."

"When I hoe the field at noon, my sweat drips into the soil. Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is the result of hard work."

"Maybe you won't understand these poems, but someone will."

After he finished speaking, he pulled Looking at Zhao Jianjia and Cai Ni, he said softly: "Let's go, let them write poems, let's go to the Six Great Lanes for a walk, we haven't been there for a long time."

Cai Ni nodded and said: "I haven't been there yet, I really want to go and see it."

Zhao Jianjia smiled and said: "Sister Cai Ni and I haven't seen each other for a long time, it's time to go shopping and chat."

The three turned around and were about to leave, but they heard someone suddenly shouted: "Excuse me, is Mr. Zhou Zhou Yuan, the real person Yuan Yi from Yunzhou!"

Zhou Yuan turned around and was stunned. After all this time, you don't even know who I am!

Hearing this, Guan Caixi's color suddenly changed, and he exclaimed: "What! This Zhou Yuan is that Zhou Yuan!"

The other scholars also widened their eyes and exclaimed.

More than a hundred people around, all surrounded him.

"Mr. Zhou is actually Zhou Yuan!"

"Oh my god, I thought it was just a coincidence, but they both have the surname Zhou and are from Yunzhou."

"I didn't expect that Master Yuan Yi would become an official, and a military officer."

There were exclamations everywhere, and Princess Qinshui was confused. What is Shenjing Zhou Yuan, Yunzhou Zhou Yuan, and Master Yuan Yi...

Of course, this hot-tempered princess didn't know about this.

"Master Yuan Yi, we are blind and do not recognize the real master. Please forgive us for the offense just now."

"If we had known that Mr. Zhou was Master Yuan Yi, why would we compete in poetry? Who in the world can compete with Master Yuan Yi in poetry?"

"I don't know who cut the fine leaves, the spring breeze in February is like a pair of scissors. Master Yuan Yi's poem shocked me."

A Jinshi in his forties said loudly: "If you ask me, Master Yuan Yi's best sentence is still: 'There are three autumn osmanthus, ten miles of lotus, Qiang pipes playing in the clear sky, lotus songs floating in the night, and fishermen and lotus girls playing happily'."

" This poem "Looking at the Sea Tide" opens the warp and weft of heaven and earth, and makes me want to go to the south of the Yangtze River!"

Another fifty-year-old Jinshi stood up and said excitedly: "And there is more, have you forgotten the "Dielianhua"? It was given to his good friend Hua Kui by Yuan Yi Zhenren!"

"Last year, when the spring hatred came, the fallen flowers were alone, and the swallows flew in pairs in the light rain."

A woman continued: "The bright moon was there at that time, and it once shone on the colorful clouds returning."

There was a bright light in the eyes of countless boudoir girls. This poem was spread among their girlfriends. It was really beautiful to make people tremble.

For a while, the tense atmosphere turned into a fan meeting.

Zhou Yuan was really a little overwhelmed, but Cai Ni giggled. She liked it most when the young master was praised by others.

Tang Yizhao also reacted and couldn't help but clasped his fists and said: "It turned out to be the author of "Three Kingdoms". We students are disrespectful. Please accept our greetings."

"Please accept our greetings!"

The scholars aroundAll bowed down with respectful expressions.

Zhou Yuan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

He just laughed dryly twice and said, "Don't worry about such trivial matters, please continue to write poems."

He wanted to escape.

Tang Yichao bowed and said, "Today's poetry gathering is a new poetry gathering, aimed at academic exchanges, not only about poetry, but also about the holy way of strategy."

"Mr. Ziyi is usually busy with official duties. Today, we finally have the opportunity to participate. How can we let you leave easily?"

"Please write a poem for this poetry gathering!"

The so-called poem is actually a colloquialism, and its essential meaning is to set the tone for this poetry gathering.

Zhou Yuan waved his hand and said, "How can I do that? You are all genuine Jinshi, so you should write it."

Tang Yizhao said, "Please write a poem, sir!"

Many other scholars, including dozens of ladies from wealthy families, also bowed and said in unison, "Please write a poem, sir!"

Cai Ni whispered, "Sir, just write a poem, why be so humble."

Zhao Jianjia also nodded and said, "It has come to this, husband, just show me one!"

Zhou Yuan took a deep breath, waved his sleeves, and the people around him suddenly quieted down.

There were hundreds of people in the backyard of King Jing's mansion, but there was no sound at all.

Even the unruly Princess Qinshui looked at Zhou Yuan with a frown.

Zhou Yuan said in a deep voice: "Gentlemen, Zhou is not talented. I have studied for a few years and am only a scholar."

"My parents died early, and I grew up alone. Fortunately, with the help of my father-in-law, I was able to enter the mansion as a son-in-law and have no worries about food and clothing."

"I guess you have gone through many ups and downs along the way to becoming a Jinshi. After all, it is not easy to study hard for ten years."

The people around him nodded. How could studying be easy? The oldest person present took the exam for thirty-three years before he passed the Jinshi exam.

Zhou Yuan said loudly: "The road of life is so difficult, the road of striving is so difficult."

"Not just you and me, how difficult it is for the people of the world? Those who dig out feces dig out feces, and those who farm the land farm."

"If there is a natural disaster, they will not be able to eat enough, become refugees, and sell their wives and children to survive."

"The world of the Great Jin Dynasty is so difficult, with bandits making trouble and Tartars invading, and the country is in danger."

"Therefore, at today's poetry gathering, I saw the spirit of you all, so I wrote a poem about the difficulty of traveling and gave it to you all!"

The crowd slowly approached, holding their breath, with a focused look.

Zhou Yuan looked at the crowd, the inkstone, and the fruit desserts on the table.

He said loudly: "The golden cup of clear wine costs ten thousand, and the jade plate of delicacies costs ten thousand."

"I can't eat even if I put down my cup and chopsticks, and I feel lost when I draw my sword and look around."

When the crowd heard this, they naturally felt an unspeakable confusion and depression in their hearts, as if they couldn't find a goal in life and it was difficult to succeed in anything they did.

"I want to cross the Yellow River but the river is blocked by ice, and I want to climb the Taihang Mountains but the mountains are covered with snow!"

This sentence directly expresses the difficulty of life, and it is magnificent and full of postures.

"I fish in the green stream when I am free, and suddenly I dream of the sun on a boat."

Isn't this Jiang Taigong fishing, who came out of the mountain at the age of eighty? This is not Yi Yin's big dream, and he was hired by Shang Tang.

"It's hard to travel, it's hard to travel! There are so many forks in the road! Where are you now?"

"There will be a time to ride the wind and waves! Hoist the sails to cross the sea!"

This last sentence, with unprecedented fighting spirit and determination, with heroism and optimism, directly faces the hardships of life, with soul-stirring artistic power, and directly knocks everyone present to the ground.

Li Bai's poems are often like this.

Countless scholars blushed when they heard it, and they felt their blood boiling, and couldn't help but roar.

"Gentlemen! Great Jin! We are counting on you!"

Zhou Yuan bowed, then took Cai Ni and Zhao Jianjia and strode away.