This brilliant head of Yu Shanchang is not just Ye Mingming. All the students in the court are full of blood and excitement. One student couldn't help but blurt out: "Shanshan, what's the truth?" His tone was eager to try.
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Yu Shanchang froze his beard with a smile. He didn't show any dissatisfaction with the student's questioning, and jokingly said, "When did Shan Chang say something wrong?"
The student touched his nose embarrassedly, the other students laughed and the atmosphere was relaxed a lot.
Yu Shanchang also said, "Then today's poetry society begins, and now Mr. Wang will give you questions."
Speaking, Mr. Yu Shanchang reached out to a middle-aged Sven man with short beard next to him and asked: "Mr. Wang, please."
Mr. Wang nodded his head first to Yu Shanchang, followed by pulling out a folded piece of silk paper from his sleeve, and slowly opened it in the impatient eyes of everyone, exclaiming: "Nanliang is fierce, my generation Although the student could not go to battle to kill the enemy, the world rises and falls, and the husband is responsible. Today's topic is-"Speaking of this, he turned the spread of silk paper toward everyone," War! "
Suddenly Ye Yeming's heart hung up, the fist in his sleeve stretched out.
Wei Fangfei did not lie to her sister, the topic of this poetry meeting is really this!
Ye Yanming's eyes were half-dropped, a flash of inevitable in his eyes, he must win!
"For a limited time! Start!"
After Mr. Wang said the beginning, there was a small uncle burning the incense.
The students in the field also began to study the ink one after another. A faint scent of ink fluttered in the Xiuxiu Pavilion with a breeze, and even the people watching around could not help but calm down.
Soon, some students took the pen and started writing, including Xuanming.
Ye Yiming never moved and did not know what he was hesitant about.
Ye Mingming couldn't help but take a look at Xuan Ming, the last trace of hesitation in his heart disappeared when he looked at the other person's calm eyes.
He took a deep breath, wrote calmly, dip in ink, and then wrote down, writing a poem in one go ...
After finishing the writing, Ye Mingming looked around, and saw that some of the students were writing and writing, some pen tips were hanging in the air and hesitated, and some were still sitting there touching their chins, and only two or three students received them one after another. Pen, put the wolf on the pen.
At this time, the incense column was burned to a third.
Ye Yanming sat down calmly after the book case, dried the ink, and then stared at Xiangzhu and burned it a little ...
As soon as the time was up, there was a small Tsing Yi girl who collected those poems. Three of them were first copied and hidden, and then the poems on the poems were hidden. The original is temporarily set aside.
That is to say, if Yu Shanchang and their leader choose other people have objections, it can still be raised in public.
There was a year when one of the guests was eloquent, and the gentlemen of the academy were speechless. Later, they simply tied the two leaders. It was also a beautiful talk at the Xiu Xiuhui.
These anecdotes were not known to Nangong Nian when they first arrived, but they also heard a lot with the interesting conversations of the surrounding family members.
At this time, the woman who had led them before took a stack of poems and walked up the corridor on the second floor, and went straight to Nangongyu and Xiaoyu, and blessed herself. "Sir concubine, girl Xiao, slave A student's poem, would you like to comment on it? "
Xiao Yan said with interest: "Show me and Dasao."
So the woman divided the stack of poems into two pieces, presented them to Bai Hui and Tao Yan, and then passed them on to their masters by two girls.
And the other people on the second floor had another pile of pictures.
Xiao Xun looked up with interest, from time to time in his mouth, and when he saw the masterpiece, he groaned directly, his eyes shining brightly.
Nangong Yu also slowly turned over those poems, one after another. The students who will come to the poetry meeting today are the best of the South Xinjiang students. These poems are generally good, but because they are temporary propositions. It's hard to find a masterpiece of flocks ...
Suddenly Xiao Min stroked his palm and whispered, "Miao! Miao!"
Then, she chanted lowly: "The dark clouds over the city are about to destroy, Jiaguang opens to the golden scales of the sun. The horns are filled with autumn colors, and the tallow is condensed with night purple. I ca n’t stand the sound of heavy drums. I reported to the king on the golden stage and brought Yulong to death for my king .... Dear, look, this poem is so wonderful! ”Xiao Yan said, and handed the poem on his hand to Nangong. Alas.
When Xiao Yan groaned, Nangong Yan was a little stunned. At this time, he took the poem and looked at it again, and his brows couldn't help wrinkling.
It is undeniable that this is indeed the first eternal masterpiece! But ... Nangong Yu always feels familiar, seems to have heard it somewhere.
Nan Gongyu silently chanted word by word, and after just two sentences, her pupils shrank, and she immediately thought of something, almost standing upright.
She did hear it!
This poem should be written by Bai Mu Xiao!
No, or in other words, this was done by Bai Muxiao of the previous life, a few years later, when Dayu and Beidi were about to break, which was once preached by the scholar Mo Shi.
The question is, how did this poem appear here? !!
Bai Muxiao's poems have proven to be plagiarism.
Could it be that the poems she plagiarized were actually written by a student present?
No, it should not be possible. Guan Yubai also said that Bai Mu Xiao's poetry styles are different and will never come from the same person!
What's more, although I don't know where Bai Muxiao's poems came from, most of them are made up of temporary questions, and it is difficult to find someone to write in advance.
Furthermore, this poem should have appeared only after a few years. Differences in the experience and knowledge of the person who wrote it will affect the use of words and phrases, and the lines cannot be exactly the same.
Nangong Yan carefully read the poem again, his eyes fell on a few words.
Autumn colors, easy water, red flags ...
According to Mr. Wang's opening remarks, the topic "War" should be based on the current war with Nanliang. Although there is no requirement that students can only write this war, the poems are based on feelings. As a result, the battle of Nanliang is imminent, so several of her poems have been cut into this battle.
Only this one.
Autumn is now summer.
Yishui is not a place name in southern Xinjiang.
Red flag, Xiao Yi's flag is silver on black ...
Does the person who write just do it casually?
Nangong Yin groaned in earnest, and then heard Xiao Yan say with great interest: "Dasao. This poem must be the leader of today! I don't know which talent did it!"
Nangong Yan stared silently, Xiao Yan said very well. At the first glance, this poem has the dominance, and most likely it is today's leader.
If this poem is really a plagiarism, wouldn't it be that the shameless person would replace the really talented person to go to the capital and go to the Imperial Academy, it would be too unfair!
Nangong Yan looked down slightly, whether this poem is really a real learning or not, it is useless to speculate, just try it out!
Thinking of this, Nangong yelled to Baihui, and the ear ordered.
Bai Huifu took the lead, and hurriedly went downstairs, and came to Yushan to spread the word.
Yu Shan's face was dark, his head bowed slightly, and he spoke with the little girl in Tsing Yi beside him.
Xiaoyi in Tsing Yi quickly turned over the original poems, and after checking them one by one, she replied. Later, the students in Yushan's Changchaotang looked and said, "I don't know if Ye Ziming is there?"
Ye Kunming got up quickly, a little embarrassed in her heart. Of course, he still remembers Bai Hui, knowing that she was Nangong's daughter-in-law, but before she came down, she didn't know that the poem was made by herself ... Could it be that the girl Xiao Xiao saw her poem and appreciated it, so Shizi Concubine ordered Bai Hui to come down and ask?
Ye Minming became more and more excited as he thought about it, his heartbeat thundered, and he leaned over and said, "Students are here!"
For a while, all the eyes in Yan Xiuge were focused on Ye Yiming, and many people were vaguely wondering if the name of today's leader would fall on Ye Yiming?
Yu Shanchang said, "Ye son, regarding your poems, Shi Zifei has a few words to ask you."
Shizi? Isn't she Xiao Xiao? Ye Mingming was lost first, but then she said to herself that the little girl Xiao had not yet come out of the cabinet. Even if there was something she wanted to say to herself, it was not convenient for her to do so, so Shi Zifei would come forward.
Ye Kunming maintained the posture of tadpoles and continued: "The students respectfully listen to the teachings of Shi Zifei."
Nangong Yan on the second floor looked at Ye Yiming's face below with a complicated expression and some emotions. I didn't expect it to be him! Ye Mingming was able to win the top prize in his previous life. He should have learned it. I hope he will not do anything to destroy his future.
Nangong Nun handed the poems to her son, and she recited, "The dark clouds over the city are about to destroy, Jiaguang opens to the golden scales of Japan ..."
There was a commotion in the audience, and they all whispered, all cheeky:
"It turns out that this poem was written by Ye Gongzi. Miao, it's 'a few times in the world'!"
"Will Xiu Xiu be able to produce this great work, wouldn't it be another good story ?!"
"Yeah, yeah. Ye Gongzi is really talented!"
"..."
The sounds of praise from one to another made Ye Yanming's heart flutter and straighten his waist unconsciously. As he expected, today's leader must be him!
After the son-in-law finished reading the poem, Nangong Chan said, "Ye son, is this poem famous?"
Ye Minming groaned a little and then said, "The student of this poem has not yet been named. Let's name it" Army of the Army "first."
After a while of silence, Nangong said again, "Yes, can you please explain the poem?"
Paraphrase? !! Ye Minming blinked. This poem is not a hard work. He still needs his interpretation? !! Isn't Seonyu the maid of the Nangong family? It seems that this dignified Nangong family is just a unique name!
The others in the courtroom looked at each other and talked to each other.
In the eyes of everyone with different expressions, Ye Minming rationalized his thoughts, then straightened his chest, and explained loudly: "The enemy soldiers rolled in like black clouds rolled over and wanted to destroy the city walls. , The sun shone on the armor, and a piece of golden light shone. In the autumn colors, the loud bugle shook the earth; in the dark night, the blood of countless soldiers condensed into dark purple. The red flag was half-rolled, and the reinforcements rushed to ... "
Ye Minming was thinking and realizing that he was wrong, but the poem had been presented, and at this time he had no retreat.
He could only continue casually: "The reinforcements rushed to Yishui; the night was cold and frosty, and the drums were depressed and muffled. The generals only repaid the king's favor, and carried a sword in his hand, and regarded death as home!"
He spoke impassionedly. Most of these young literati were enthusiastic, and all of them were enthusiastic, as if eager to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy for Dayu.
Others didn't notice Ye Minming's slight pause and change just now, but Nangong Li, who had been paying attention to it, noticed it, and there was a smile in his mouth.
At this time, she had six or seven points to confirm that this poem was not written by Ye Mingming at all!
She decided to try it now!
"It is indeed a rare and good poem ..." Nangong said slowly, Ye Xingming felt relieved, and felt that he had escaped, but in the next sentence, he listened to the other party and asked, "Yeongzi, dare to ask What does 'easy water' mean? "
Ye Mingming gave a little chuckle, what he was really afraid of came. But did Shi Zifei casually ask, or did she notice something.
Ye Mingming gave me a hand and reluctantly replied, "Yi Shui is a place name."
Nangong Yi answered lightly, "I also read" Dayu Kyushu "while I was in the boudoir." Yi Shui "sounded a bit strange, and dare to ask Ye Gongzi which state is" Yi Shui "?" She did not dare to say that she was familiar with the geographical names of the Dayu Prefectures, but she was caught only by the slightest pause in the word "Yi Shui".
The other party seemed to be asking for advice, but Ye Yunming was already panic-stricken, and his heartbeat slammed. He wondered whether Shi Zifei was aware of it, and he said to himself that it was impossible. This poem was only written by a civilian woman. I also get it occasionally. How could Shi Zifei know it!
It was just a moment, Ye Mingming was already thinking, and he always wanted to answer Luzhou, but even thinking of Luzhou was only a few dozen miles away from the king, what if Shi Zifei had been to Luzhou? I want to talk about Bianzhou, but it was invaded by Xi Ye a few years ago, so that it became the focus of all eyes ...
Hesitating again and again, Ye Minming finally answered with difficulty: "Xuzhou."
Quietly again, Nangong chanted slowly: "The sound of the horns is full of autumn, and the Yanzhi Ning purple is stuffed. Ye Gongzi, the stuffing is the land of the border. I don't know what Xuzhou is. Jammed ... "
bad! Ye Yanming secretly said that it was not good. For a moment, his face was pale as paper. This is not good, he still cares!
At this time, through the reminder of Nangong Yu, many students also tasted a little subtle feeling. Shi Zifei said that it is not bad. Xuzhou is inland. Not to mention, this omission alone also made the poem flawed. More importantly, Shi Zifei kept holding "Yi Shui". Is there any hidden feeling behind this poem?
Nan Gongxi's voice was slightly cold, and he continued to ask, "Yeongzi, does Xuzhou really have a place called Yishui?"
Ye Minming's body almost trembled slightly, not knowing how to answer. Shi Zifei really found out! How could this be? !!
Ye Mingming couldn't help thinking of the original situation. Two years ago, when he was still in the capital, he once went out to sell calligraphy and painting to supplement his family. One day, a young girl in white happened to pass by his booth and saw a picture of the march of Zema. The poem flourished and she read the book "From the Army". Later, the young girl deliberately asked him to write the poem. I painted it and bought the calligraphy for twelve grains of silver.
The "From the Army" was really amazing. At that time, Ye Yunming couldn't help asking the other person who wrote the poem. The young girl said it was because she saw Ye Yunming's painting and felt deeply. This poem.
The young girl went away, but this peerless masterpiece left a deep nick in Ye Minming's heart like an invisible knife ... Until the younger sister Ye Yili told him that the title of the poetry conference was " "War", this poem naturally emerged in Ye Minming's mind. Ye Mingming is convinced that if he used this poem, he would definitely be the leader!
But even so, he never thought about using it at first.
Since he got the title, he has also worked hard to write a few poems, but there is Zhu Yu on the side of the "Army of the Army", and every time he compares, he feels that his poems are worthless.
To this day ...
but--
How did Shi Zifei see wrong? !!
Just for an "easy water"?
Nangong raised his voice and suddenly yelled, "Ye son, why don't you speak! Do you think you can't find anyone from Xuzhou in southern Xinjiang?"
Ye Mingming couldn't help but take a few steps back and bumped into a chair.
When I heard this, everything was clear.
These students understand that Xuzhou is afraid that there is no such place as Yishui.
If it was just fabrication, why did the concubine conceal it when asked?
A student hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but said, "Is this poem Ye Yeming made by someone else?"
At this time, many people have similar doubts, and once they said this, everyone looked at Ye Yiming.
Ye Mingming is still young. Apart from being poor, he has had a smooth life. He has never experienced such a battle. He suddenly felt flustered. He wanted to say that he had not copied, but his mouth moved and moved, but how? There is no sound.
As a result, the eyes around him gradually changed from looking to doubting ...
Finally, someone sneered and said, "Oh, it was plagiarism!"
This sentence completely broke Ye Minming's heart defense, he just felt that his foot was soft, and the whole person fell back.
This time, even those who have some doubts are convinced. If Ye Mingming is not guilty, how can this be so?
Whether it is someone catching a knife, or plagiarizing the work of others, this is a taboo for literati!
For a moment, the whole hall was stirred like a drop of water into a hot oil pan.
"Sure enough!"
"It's shameless to plagiarize!"
"I originally heard that he was a book clerk at the palace at a young age. He must have learned outstandingly, but he did not expect such a low moral character!"
"Maybe his fame is also obtained by others!"
"..."
For a while, those contempt, contempt, and disdain eyes looked like Ye Jianming's body with a sword, and he felt as if he was suffering from thousands of swords.
Yu Shanchang glanced at Ye Mingming lightly and asked nothing, but stood up and arched to Nangong Yan on the second-floor corridor: "Thank you Shizi Concubine for speaking up."
If the world's concubines are not alert today, I am afraid that Ye Yeming will be confused, and then they will miss the truly talented people.
However, Yu Shan's brows frowned. Since Ye Mingming was looking for someone to catch a knife, he had to know the subject in advance ...
Although Xiu Hui's questions are not comparable to the imperial examinations, in order to show fairness, not many people know about it. Yu Shanchang decided to check it later.
Mayor Yu Shan continued: "In this case, the husband will inform the Mayor of Qingmao College."
Nangong Yan looked at Ye Mingming below and shook his head.
Misconduct, leaving stains at stake, and losing reputation for seriousness ... I don't know if Ye Mingming will now regret doing this rashly.
Ye Mingming almost collapsed. Shan Chang's person was clear at first, but he was pure, clean, and could not hold a sand in his eyes. If Shan Chang handles this matter, I am afraid ...
Ye Mingming only felt that his ears were banging, he could hear nothing, and he couldn't think about anything ...
However, no one paid attention to him anymore, when he seemed to be non-existent.
The poetry society continued, and the judges, including Yu Shanchang, quickly selected today's leader—Xuanming.
The crowd rushed to the ground to congratulate Xuan Ming. Xuan Ming was naturally polite and thanked one by one. Ye Yiming looked straight at Xuan Ming surrounded by the crowd. The eye-catching person should be himself, he should be himself!
Ye Mingming lost his soul, and no one knew when he left Xiuxiu Pavilion ...
He hurriedly returned to Ye Zhai in the west of the city. Ye Yili was waiting for the good news in the room. When he saw his elder brother returned, he quickly greeted him with a smile on his face. She was about to ask, but found Ye Yeming's expression was a bit wrong. It seemed that his eyes were dumb, and his face was indifferent.
Ye Yili hesitated in his heart, calmed down and asked softly, "Brother, what happened?"
"It's over, everything's over." Ye Mingming murmured, there was no trace of blood on his face, and his eyes were as if he had been taken away from his soul.
Ye Yili was the first time to see his brother look like this. Even if his brother was sick in bed and he never gave up hope, she couldn't help but feel a little flustered and asked impatiently: "Brother, what's wrong with you? ... Don't scare me what."
Ye Yiming suddenly returned to his mind, a pair of black eyes staring straight at Ye Yili, his forehead was blue and raised, and his voice was raised: "It's all your fault, it's your fault ..." His eyes were full of resentment , Staring at Ye Yili as if to see what the enemy is.
This sudden accusation frightened Ye Yili back two steps, and after a while, she recovered her voice and murmured, "Brother ..."
Ye Yili did not understand what she had done wrong, and would have Ye Yeming say this. She confessed that she had been doing her utmost to her brother. For him, she went to seek the concubine and the king of the south ...
Everything she did was for her brother, but now he actually blames her like that.
Ye Yili bit her lower lip, suppressing the tears in her eyes, and said, "Brother, do you have any misunderstandings with me?"
"Misunderstanding ?!" Ye Mingming held his head with both hands, and shouted hysterically, "It's all your fault! If it weren't because you asked someone for the question and you gave it to me, why would I do that? thing?"
Plagiarism! ? She was shocked, and almost went out of her mouth to ask Ge Yeming how to do this.
"My fame, my future, everything I have is done!" Ye Mingming said more and more excited, like a trapped beast with red eyes and bloodshot eyes.
Ye Yili took a deep breath. Although she didn't know what happened at the Xiu Xiu meeting, but since "plagiarism" was mentioned, it must be a trivial matter. She raised her spirits and calmed down first and said, "Brother, don't you Hurry ... we think of a way, there will always be a way! We were so difficult, didn't we survive it? "
"Method? Any other way to think of ..." Ye Mingming muttered to himself.
He suddenly thought of something, his eyes flashed, as if the drowning man caught the life-saving straw, and he firmly grasped Ye Yili's shoulders with both hands. When his emotions got out of control, his force was a little out of control, and Ye Yili caught his pain. But Ye Mingming was unaware, and said eagerly in his mouth, "Yes, there is a way! Sister, don't you know Wang Ye? You go to Wang Ye and ask me for pleading. As long as Wang Ye speaks, it doesn't matter It ’s gone? !!! It ’s all because of you. You have to help me ... sister, you have to help me! "
His eyes glowed wildly, his eyes burning.
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