Another World's Imperial Examination Official Path

"The lyrics of Magpie Bridge Immortal and Shui Tiao Ge Tou are well written!"

Yu Wenchang looked at Chu Zhuang with a smile and praised him.

"Thanks to the emperor's appreciation."

Facing the emperor's compliment, Chu Zhuang did not deny it, but responded without humility.

This word is the quintessence of thousands of years of Chinese poetry, can this be bad?

"Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, I wonder if you have another masterpiece?" Yu Wenchang looked at Chu Zhuang and asked expectantly.

Everyone looked at Chu Zhuang with curiosity and scrutiny.

If Chu Zhuang had been famous for dozens of years, and his writings were as high as his body, then everyone would not be like this now.

But today's Chuzhuang is still full of freshness and mystery for everyone.

They were expecting that Chu Zhuang would bring another stunning work for them to appreciate, but at the same time they were afraid of seeing Chu Zhuang produce another masterpiece.

After all, if Chu Zhuang has always written such poems, would other people dare to write poems and lyrics?

You must know that right now on Qixi Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival, I don’t dare to write lyrics anymore.

If today's Yuanxi comes again, no one will dare to ask this "ci ghost" to write lyrics in the future.

It's just that everyone still has a faint disbelief in their hearts.

After all, for such a poem, one poem is enough to comfort the whole life, two poems deserve to be ranked among everyone, and three poems...

Three songs would be terrible!

Chu Zhuang smiled, looked at the emperor and responded, "I have prepared a Zhongxi Ci."

"Oh?!"

Yu Wenchang's eyes lit up, and he waved to his side and said: "Brush and ink are waiting for you!"

Hong Da immediately brought the table, pen, ink, paper and inkstone with the little eunuch beside him.

This is for Chu Zhuang to write it down on the spot.

Other people don't have this kind of treatment, just write it down and submit it.

That is to say, Chu Zhuang bears a heavy name, so everyone has the patience to watch him write.

Chu Zhuang came to the table, chose a Langhao brush from the pen holder, recalled the words in his mind, and then dipped the ink and put the pen on the rice paper.

"Sapphire Case, Yuanxi"

As soon as the name of the ci card was announced, the ci that Chu Zhuang wanted to present this time was officially the Qingyu Case, which was hailed by many as the first ci on Yuanxi!

There are a lot of poems written about Yuanxi, but since we want to use them, we must use the best ones!

Yu Wenchang looked at Chu Zhuang under the gaze of everyone, still without the slightest stage fright, and howled wolves freely in his hands, very much like a generation of masters.

Chu Zhuang wrote very quickly, and within a short time, the entire poem fell on the paper.

"Submit it quickly!" Yu Wenchang urged.

He wanted to witness Chu Zhuang's new words for the first time, and see if the "ci ghost" Chu Zhuang was not worthy of his name!

Hong Da knew that Yu Wenchang was in a hurry, so he didn't let others do it, and came over with the lyrics himself.

Chu Zhuang stood on the spot, loosened his wrist, and his expression was calm. Obviously, he was very confident that this poem could capture everyone present.

Yu Wenchang looked at the words in Hong Da's hand, his eyes flickered slightly.

"Eastern wind blows flowers and thousands of trees at night. It blows more and falls, and stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road. The sound of phoenix flute moves, the light of jade pot turns, and fish and dragons dance all night.

Moth snow willow golden strands.Laughter filled with dark fragrance.People look for him thousands of Baidu.Looking back suddenly, the man was there, in a dimly lit place. "

The first half of this poem describes the grand occasion of the New Year's Eve, describing the whole scene.

Xiayu is still writing about the joy of "Yuanxi", but it is not without describing the scenery, but describing a specific person who naturally melts personal joy into the joy of the festival through his ups and downs of emotions.

Especially the last sentence "Suddenly looking back, the man was in a dimly lit place" is a famous sentence that has been chanted for a long time.

The whole poem ends abruptly at the most exciting point, but it leaves a huge space for everyone's imagination. After waiting, searching, anxiety, and disappointment, they suddenly find that their ideal person is behind them. Can imagine.

The unity of scenery and people renders the atmosphere of the whole festival to the extreme.

Yu Wenchang's eyes stayed on the last sentence, his expression was a little dazed, he didn't know what he remembered, and he sat on the dragon chair in a daze for a while.

This was the first time Yu Wenchang had such an expression in front of the cheering ministers.

Seeing this, the officials below chatted with each other and began to discuss in a low voice.

"What's the matter, Your Majesty?"

"Is it a good word or a bad word?"

……

Yu Wenjing on the side looked at Yu Wenchang and frowned slightly. He looked at the officials below, coughed, and reminded him aloud: "Father, I don't know how well this gifted scholar of Chu writes? And all the ministers want to have a glimpse of the new works of Chu talents."

When Yu Wenchang came back to his senses, he glanced at Yu Wenjing, and then looked around. When his eyes swept over Yunhong, he paused for a moment, and then quickly turned his eyes away.

The palace immediately fell silent, and no one dared to speak again.

This is the majesty of the emperor.

Yu Wenchang nodded in satisfaction, and then said: "I, Da Yue, want to have another good poem that can be handed down to future generations!"

"Another masterpiece that can be handed down to future generations?!"

When everyone heard Yu Wenchang's words, they couldn't help but exclaimed.

Yu Wenjing on the side was also stunned by these words. Although he had guessed the possibility, he still couldn't help being surprised when it really happened.

Looking at the expressions of everyone present, Yu Wenchang knew that they couldn't wait to see Chu Zhuang's new work.

He didn't let everyone go on, and ordered: "Pass down the copy of the poem!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Hong Da immediately responded.

Entering the banquet, there were eunuchs who were responsible for transcribing poetry collections, and soon this sapphire case was sent to all parts of the palace.

Yun Zhanfei looked at the word in his hand, scratched his head, leaned to Yunhong's side and asked in a low voice: "Second brother, this word is Chu Zhuang's confession to Mengxi, right?"

He could only roughly understand the meaning, and vaguely felt that it was somewhat similar to their scene in Ming County last year.

On this evening last year, they were all outside to participate in the New Year's Eve feast. Chu Zhuang suddenly looked back, and the person they were looking for in the crowd, in their opinion, was naturally Yunmengxi.

"Besides Mengxi, who else?" Yun Hong glanced at Yun Zhanfei and said with a smile.

"Then is this poem really good?"

Yun Zhanfei thought for a while and asked, although the emperor had already spoken, he couldn't help but confirm it.

"very good!"

There was some emotion in Yunhong's eyes. There were thousands of words in his heart, and many words he wanted to praise, but in the end he only said two words.

The goodness of this poem does not lie in how beautiful its words are, but in its artistic conception.

And this kind of artistic conception is like a layer of tulle covering people's hearts.

You can enjoy and appreciate this artistic conception, but if you describe it in words, you feel that it will destroy the beauty.

In the vast palace, it was very quiet for a while, and everyone was silent in the artistic conception of this poem.

Yu Wenjing put down the words in his hand, and looked at the young man standing upright in the middle of the field, with an uncertain expression on his face.

After today, Chuzhuang's reputation will definitely rise to another level!

Even though there are not a few people in the court who are jealous of him, as long as Chu Zhuang is exhausted, they will never dare to be an enemy of Chu Zhuang openly.

Afraid of getting a reputation for jealousy.

Right now, Chu Zhuang is only 17 years old, and he has such talent and reputation. If he is given a few more years, then...

Jing Heng put down the words in his hand, glanced at Yu Wenjing inadvertently, saw the expression on his face, and unconsciously frowned slightly.

According to his understanding of Yu Wenjing, it goes without saying that he will be afraid of Chu Zhuang now.

But in Jingheng's view, Chu Zhuang is not a big threat, but just a talented person, and he doesn't even care much about Yunhong.

Their main enemies right now are Yu Wenming and the Sima family.

Jing Heng lowered his eyes and thought to himself, it seems that he must find a chance to have a good talk with the crown prince Yu Wenjing.

Yu Wenchang read the words in his hand several times, and compared with the previous two words, this word pierced his heart even more.

"What do you guys think of this poem?" Yu Wenchang looked at the princes and ministers present and asked.

"good words!"

"Be worthy of my reputation as the number one genius in Dai Viet!"

"As soon as the word "Sapphire Case" comes out, Zhongxi Ci will reach its peak!"

……

As soon as Yu Wenchang finished speaking, the voice of praise rang out.

After all, when the emperor asked questions, no one dared not answer.

"Sure enough, there are only wrong names, no wrong nicknames."

Yu Wenchang nodded with a smile, looked at Chu Zhuang again, and joked, "You really deserve the title of ghost!"

As soon as the poem "Yuanxi" in the Qingyu case comes out, I'm afraid that all the poems about Yuanxi in the world will be written again.

In three to five years, there should be no more Yuanxi Ci in this world.

It's not that no one has written it, but under the brilliance of this poem, even if it is written on Yuanxi, it will be overshadowed by the contrast.

Just like the bright moon and the stars, the moon is bright but the stars are few.

Everyone will only pay attention to the brightest and brightest moon in the sky, and who will pay attention to the eclipsed stars beside it?

"Uh……"

Hearing this title, three black lines appeared on Chu Zhuang's forehead. They are all poets, and the title of poet sage, how come he is a ghost?

But the title has never been chosen by himself, and the decision is not his.

Even if he doesn't want to admit it, he can't do it.

Moreover, Chu Zhuang knew that these false names did not belong to him, he just wanted to use these names to gain a foothold in this world.

"The emperor's absurd praise." Chu Zhuang responded with cupped hands.

"Your ci is the only one in the world, worthy of this title!"

Yu Wenchang nodded with some emotion, and then said: "Today/you should be rewarded for presenting such a good poem!"

Chu Zhuang was slightly surprised, is there any reward for this?

But the emperor said that he wanted to reward him, so shouldn't he just decline it symbolically?

"The emperor's kindness is great. It is an honor for the students to meet Tianyan and present a poem. They dare not expect extravagant rewards from the emperor."

Chu Zhuang would still say these polite and beautiful words.