Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

After singing a northern song, the scholar in Qingpao on the stage also inscribed the calligraphy on the full screen, which is exactly the text in Bai Jingsheng's paintings that tourists have seen so many times.

There was no cloud in the clear sky, and the waves shattered thousands of miles of river waves, leaning on the ship’s side and looking at Yujing away.

Without matching color pictures, literate and book-savvy people in the audience can concentrate on the benefits of writing. Even for those who are completely illiterate, there are also guys in the audience who raise their trumpets and read them over and over again to let them know what the people on the stage are writing.

After the inscription Bai Jingsheng also turned to the screen, he talked about his experience with Jin Yiwei comic strip when he was young.

When he mentioned that he was an old customer of a certain bookstore and went to the bookstore to buy new poems, he asked the treasurer's back to bring them to the back hall, secretly telling him that there were "Cui Meiren's new works", and gave him the first volume of "The Wind Rising in Jinyiwei" At that time, many officials and merchants from outside the audience thought of their own experiences and clapped their hands to applaud.

Zhu Zhishan on the stage also showed a nostalgic smile, the last trace of tension in his heart disappeared, and he slowly talked about his feelings after reading the third manuscript of Jin Yiwei, and told everyone in detail how he plans to organize and expand this in the future. Text.

Where do ordinary people have heard of scholars talking about their own writing ideas? Even if you don't understand, you have to memorize a few more thoughts, and have a conversation when you turn back to talk to your relatives and friends.

The guests in front of the stage resonated with Zhu Zhishan, and Cui Xie from behind the stage also gave urgent training to the authors from other places-don't mention Cui Meiren again when on stage! Cui Meiren is in the past, and now it is their Juanzhai who masters realistic portrait painting and color picture printing!

Please think about whose book you are writing. After taking the stage, please mention Juanzhai and not Cui Meiren!

Among the six talented scholars in Qian’an, Guo and Tang looked unpredictable. Li Mengyang, Fei Hong and other poets who focused on poetry lacked interest. Only Tang Yin, the painter, had to stand up and argue: "Before Ju'anzhai, Cui Meiren Jianhua and "Lianfanglu" have already flowed across the Yangtze River and the north. I have tasted that although the brushstrokes are slightly weak, but the expression is like life, the muscles are weak and the bones are weak, the painting method has opened a generation..."

Cui Xie blushed to the great painter, but he still held him down and retorted stubbornly: "Today is to choose Jin Yiwei's new draft, not the painter. There is no need to mention these matters related to painting methods on stage. The guests only listen to you talking about beauty, who will read your article? Besides, if someone voted for you because of being attracted by the word'beauty', it would be unfair to other authors, and it would be a shame to yourself. Right?"

He tried his best to persuade Tang Yin, and Guo Tang also said: "We are all imperial court officials. It is not time to be talents in our hometown. After coming to power, we will only talk about articles and nothing else."

Seniors like Fei Hong and Liu Chun thought they were so serious in the same year, and they followed suit. Tang Yin came today to show off his literary talent, and he is not a painter. Hearing what they said was reasonable, he also nodded: "Well, don’t mention this beautiful Cui, so that I won’t show my madness in my words and be recognized. I come."

Choi Xie sighed slightly.

Zhu Zhishan on the stage finally finished speaking of his ideas, and returned to the stage amidst a boil of shouts. Tang Bohu tidied his clothes and prepared to play.

The curtains around the stage were lowered, the strings sounded, and the servants in the background gently put away the paper screen full of words. Cui Xie went up and stared at the person to roll up the huge scroll, put away the small next to him, and touched two of them excitedly.

This is one of the four great talents, the famous calligrapher Zhu Zhishan's inscription!

Although in order to conceal his identity, he always writes the formal style of Guange, the title of the title is Bai Jingsheng, and there is no seal, but this is also Zhu Zhishan's calligraphy! He must collect the calligraphy of the six people on stage today, and write memoirs when he gets old! Build an exhibition hall! Take all the vests of this group of talented people!

Cui Xie showed a cold smile, put aside the writing paper, and returned to the meeting room, listening to the story of Tang Bohu's mind.

Tang Yin really listened to the persuasion, and stopped mentioning how he appreciates Cui Meiren's painting methods. He only said that the first series of "Jin Yiwei" comics he came into contact with was given to him by Bai Jingsheng who had just come on stage.

Everyone in the audience burst into laughter. Some people thought that Bai Jingsheng, Escape from Zen, and Mu Tangsheng had similar names, and they must all be acquaintances. By the name of escape from Zen, you know that he is a good wine. Most of Bai Jingsheng's surname is Bai. Mu Tangsheng may also be a talented Wuzhong. He admires the romantic concubine Tang Bohu.

I don't know who this kind of statement came from, and it spread from time to time, but more and more people believed in it, and some people vowed to protect him, saying that Namu Tangsheng was a Jiangnan scribe who admired Tang Yin with all his heart.

When Li Mengyang, who had the pseudonym Mu Tangsheng, came to power, he also heard comments from people downstream.

The servants who cleaned up the table did not understand what was born and what was born. Cui Xie was full of Tang Bohu's calligraphy. Li Mengyang was upset by the discussion below. The first thing on stage was to clarify the origin of his name. .

It is not Mu Wu Zhong Tang Yin, but Mu Sheng Tang poems.

He wanted the style of patriarchal clan system in Han and Tang dynasties, and promoted the ancient style, in order to wash away the fragile style of Ming poetry and re-exhibit the high-profile and elegant style of Tang poetry.

The people on the stage told him to say it for a moment, and there were real talents in the middle, and they were all overwhelmed by his remarks, and they shouted in applause. The people who did not understand the style of poetry also applauded, and there was a warm atmosphere in the field.

Li Mengyang became more inspired and explained in detail his own understanding of Jin Yiwei's new chapter and the tragic frontier killings in the story of the Northern Expedition as an ancient clumsy Shen Hou style of writing. His writing is excellent and his speech is very contagious. He talked about the tragic frontier wars and the cruelty of the tatar riding ravages, which made the tourists shed tears with his words and forget that they were in the garden party.

Li Mengyang cleared his reputation and turned back to the stage, followed by Wang Jiusi and Bian Gong on stage for the first time. The last player to play was Lee Zhaoxian, who was called by Choi Xie as a substitute.

He was born with a bit of stage fright. He had fainted when he was in the boy industry. If Cui Xie hadn't taken him to the house for a few months, he wouldn't be so easy to get a jinshi. Now on the stage, his dizziness is a bit guilty, and he didn’t read the cheat sheet smoothly. He stood on the field for a long time before he said dryly: "If I supervise, "Screw the Storm" will Continue the text style of the first two parts."

The waiter on the stage yelled this sentence with a tin horn, and waited for him to say the next sentence, but couldn't wait for a long time. Li Zhaoxian flushed, looking at the sweat-soaked cheat sheet in his hand and illegible handwriting, he waved his hand desperately: "No, that's it."

He ran back to the stage without looking back, and the waiters raised their horns wondering if they should repeat his last words. But there were so many tourists waiting. If they didn't say a word, they would be silent and could not explain to the guests. They had to tell the tourists that Mr. Qianhai had finished speaking, and at the same time sent someone to ask Cui Xie backstage.

After a few long speeches, the guests were caught off guard by such a pleasant two sentences.

Why did you leave?

No one else continued?

The thousands of Jinyiwei and noble relatives who were in the crowd also followed for a while. The son of the Huaining Marquis Sunfu who took charge of Jinyiwei during the Chenghua period, Yingjue, subconsciously asked: "Yao Qianhu, what do you think?"

Yao Qianhu didn't look very much, so the people sitting around craned their necks first to see if Yao Qianhu was here.

Sun Yingjue hurriedly shouted: "Joke! A joke! We are not on the stage, we don't know what's going on, do you want to play with friends!"

This yard is crowded with people, so that readers can recognize Xie Zhenfu and Qianhu, so they don't even want to leave. The noble children of Uncle Jing Yuan, Uncle Ping Xiang and others resolutely stood out and blocked the gaze of the neighbors, until the curious gaze was taken away.

Xie Ying knew that Cui Xie had hired a few new authors, and Li Zhaoxian had just enough six of them, so she whispered to everyone: "I guess there is no one behind, it's time to vote."

Yes, it's time to vote, who should vote for?

Everyone wanted to ask Yao Qianhu what he thought, but they were scared by the neighbors and didn't dare to call his name again. They all looked at Yao Qianhu and asked "What do you think".

As a result, they stopped calling. The neighbors next to them called them to learn Xie Zhenfu's addiction. The voices of "Yao Qianhu, what do you think" kept coming and going, making Yao Qianhu think that someone was calling him for several times. , Looking back frequently.

The eight judges and teachers are on stage in this sound.

In the twenty-third year of Chenghua, five Jingkui were in front, Guo and Tang two of the six talents in Qian'an were in the middle, and finally Wang Shouren, the ninth-year champion of Hongzhi, came to the stage mightily, sitting behind a newly replaced white screen. .

The silk and bamboo on the stage were revived, and the figures were heavy, and the great momentum brought all the tourists' eyes and minds up again. No one noticed that in the side entrance of the garden, a group of middle-aged literati in dark silk shirts quietly mixed into the auditorium. in.

A few scrolls of bamboo scroll cloth were also lifted up and quietly passed in through the small door under the stage.

The eight judges sat down with their backs to the screen, and the six authors sat in a row of chairs that were further behind them, listening attentively to the comments of the judges.

The scrolls behind the judges were turned, allowing the tourists to line up for the whole afternoon to re-expand the picture. The judges and teachers commented on the words of the people amidst the excitement of the guests.

The movie was screened from the beginning, and the teachers read the manuscript word by word, commenting on the text, imagery, atmosphere, pattern...it was equivalent to leading the audience to watch it again. Many guests in the audience who did not know poetry and books did not understand the true meaning hidden in the text until this time, and understood the beauty of those seemingly ordinary sentences.

At the end of the comment, the scroll was put away, and a blank paper screen stood behind the frame of the picture. Several critics stood up and wrote their names and their scores under the three words "White Mirror Student" on the far right of the screen. .

Choi Xie was the first one, holding a joint writing, and said "Judge Choi, Shifen."

Fei Hong took the pen and wrote "Jury fee, nine points."

The ink smeared through the paper, and the audience could clearly see the reverse names and numbers from the audience.

The neat arrangement of Cui, Fei, Liu, Tu, and Cheng gave those who still remembered the 23rd year of Chenghua's test, vaguely guessed.

However, the judges did not show up or say anything, and the writings were all in a well-regulated style. They could not assume that the other party was really the five Jingkui because of this coincidence-unless they went directly to the stage, in person. Grab those people.

In addition to guessing the author, the officials and officials in the audience had to guess the mind of the judges. Their eyes and brains were too busy. It’s simple to not recognize them, staring at the scores of the judges and teachers in the audience, shouting "Ten!" "Ten!" "Ten!"

In a blink of an eye, the eight judges all finished their points. Zhu Zhishan scored a total of 74 points, but it was because the writing tended to be relaxed and humorous, and the heroism of conquering overseas was a bit less, and several judges deducted points.

He didn't feel at this point of disappointment, and Saran stood up to thank the judges and teachers, and the five authors also rose to congratulate him on his high score. The teachers on the stage and the new authors joked, Tang Bohu’s paintings were moved to the stage again, and the eight teachers continued to prepare for comments, and some servants carried the long frame of scores down, so that the readers below could see clearly.

Many people complained that Bai Jing should not be given a low score, and some people really like him, making unfair scores. But in a blink of an eye, the silk and bamboo rose again, and the shadows reopened, and the teachers began to comment on the words of escape from Zen. Whether they said or made trouble, they couldn't help but sit back and watch the shadows.

With a total of less than 20 color pictures per person, the teachers were asked to drag the comments word by word, and only commented on the time of the meal.

The scores of the six were listed in order on paper, but they were Li Mengyang's highest. Tangning only deducted one point. He thought his writing was too primitive and not shallow enough. And the one with the lowest score was Li Zhaoxian-he imitated the pre-humanist style, not as smooth and natural as other people's words from their hearts.

He didn't care, he just smiled and said, "Anyway, it is Lord Qianhai who lags behind, not Li. I can only say that the writing style of depicting the predecessors is not easy to shine. , I’m afraid we will have to try more."

The stage was peaceful and happy, but the readers below the stage fell into a mess.

"Obviously, it is the most moving writing of homesickness by the escape from Zen, so why is the escape from Zen not the first!"

"Jing Shi Bishan only wrote about the courage of our emperor's great power, and it is up to him to write about the scene of the situation."

"What's indisputable. Bai Jingsheng's is the most witty and funny, and the most suitable for this comic strip. I like him at first sight."

"Sai Shangke portrays the scenery of the sea in the most meticulous way, not to mention that he is called Sai Shangke. How can he not choose him when he writes about the sea scenery?"

"Mu Tangsheng's writing is very ancient, he has the appearance of a generation of ethos, he deserves the first place..."

"What's wrong with the articles of Mr. Qianhai, what he wrote is clearly the Jinyiwei we are used to reading, I will vote for him!"

The sound of the audience turned back to the sky, the host Cui was shocked by them, and hurriedly asked people to take more loudspeakers, and asked people to shout in front of the stage: "Guests, be quiet, the judges There is a comment letter written by the author of Jin Yiwei to these new authors. Everyone calms down. Our reviewer reads the letter!"

The voices in the audience did not drop but rose instead, shouting the names they were most familiar with that had been printed on the cover of the comic strip.

Several lecturers crowded in the corner listened to the call, feeling a little excited and a little bit sour, and behind their backs, they whispered: "Even if the official journey is not going well in the future, I can hear the people calling by name today. , This life is also worth it."

The two elders also sighed: "I don't want to have done anything for the country and the people, but first because of this comic book, the people remember their names. It's really shameful. In the future, they have to do more for the country and call the people. It’s good for us to call us like this for good governance."

The senior authors were huddled together and sentimentally, but the stage was already reading their comments on the younger generation's articles. The voices of the tourists in the audience faded, but from time to time someone could still hear their names whispering, saying that they wrote better than the newcomers.

In fact, newcomers are either their sons or disciples. Whether the article is well written or not, they know in their hearts. Therefore, although the reviewers did not give points like the reviewers, they also made a comprehensive review of the talents, style, and structure of the six authors.

Everyone said that Li Mengyang is still the best, but Li Zhaoxian is the most regrettable. His literary talent is not inferior to his father, but limited by Cui Xie's request, he can only imitate the pen of his predecessors, just like building a house under a house, everything is learned, inevitably frugal.

After reading these letters, the courtyard was silent. Loyal readers can be critical of new authors and can challenge the organizers, but they can't bear to say that these comic strips of Jinyiwei have been created more than ten years ago, and even the beloved authors who have accompanied many of them throughout their youth are not.

In the silence, the standing boards and ballot boxes of the six authors were lifted out and placed in the audience. The queuing barriers were pulled out on both sides of the ballot box, and two guys each guided the team, asking them to pick out the corresponding votes and vote for new readers they liked.

The voting went on silently. The authors were hidden from the inside and couldn't see clearly. The eight judges and teachers turned around, but they could vaguely see the winding team in front of the stage through the paper screen.

Among the six ballot boxes, there were only a few people standing in front of five of them, and only one had a long line in front. The people on the seats at the back squeezed into the line that had squeezed out the fence and formed three rows in the ballot box like a flood flooding the only small gap in the dam.

The author has something to say: Comment on Li Zhaoxian’s sentence about building a house under the house from the world.

Yu Zhongchu wrote "Yangdu Fu", and it was completed to present Yu Liang. Liang takes the kinship of his relatives, and his name is highly valued: \'Ke San "Second Capital", 4 "San Du". Everyone competes to write here, it is expensive to write down. Mrs. Xie Fu Yun: "No, this is the ears under the house. Everything should be learned, and it is inevitable to be frugal."