Chapter 210 The Luming Banquet
Today is the Luming Banquet, a banquet for talents in the Ming Dynasty.
No one asked about him for ten years, and he became famous all over the world in one fell swoop. Having won the exam, they are famous and proud, and a bright future is at hand. The new candidates are full of ambition and elation.
The banquet was of a very high standard, and the ingredients were luxurious and exquisite. It is said that one of the dishes was called "Honey Pickled Chicken", which took hundreds of days; the mutton used at the banquet was of the highest quality, a lamb Only half a kilogram of the best meat from the lamb leg is taken; there are 58 hot and cold dishes, desserts and soups
The drums, the harp and the sheng are played, and the "Lu Ming" is sung.
Looking at the table full of extravagant delicacies and listening to the festive music of deer chirping in his ears, Zhu Ping'an had no appetite at all. The scenes in the alley yesterday afternoon were replayed in front of him: the dying, begging, and helpless ones. Eyes
Others were in high spirits, drinking and composing poems, eating well and socializing. Only Zhu Pingan, holding his chopsticks, barely took a bite.
Zhu Pingan was known as a "rice bucket" during the test. In front of such a sumptuous feast of wine and delicacies, he didn't even move his chopsticks. This was so abnormal that some people thought that Zhu Pingan was because I came last in the exam and was so ashamed that I couldn't eat. For example, Guo Ziyu, who is full of envy, jealousy and hatred for Zhu Pingan, thinks so.
This time at the Luming Banquet, seats were allocated according to ranking. Zhu Pingan and the last ten people sat at the edge table.
Guo Ziyu sat at a table in front of Zhu Pingan. Although they were adjacent to each other, they were in a different level. At this moment, seeing Zhu Pingan, who used to have a great appetite, not move a single chopstick, he couldn't help but feel a little bit in his heart. Sense of superiority: It doesn’t matter if you are the first in the trial list, or if you are favored by a third-grade official. Not behind me yet! child prodigy? It was just Fang Zhongyong who had better luck.
"Brother Zhu Xian, why should you care even though you are at the bottom of the list? You won the imperial examination at the age of thirteen. Who else can compare with you except the famous Mr. Yang Ge?"
"That's right. You are different from us. We are the cicadas of late autumn. You are so young and you will definitely have great potential in the future.”
“ That is, now the entire Yingtian City knows that our Ming Dynasty has produced another thirteen-year-old Juren.”
The Juren at the bottom of the list who was at the same table with Zhu Pingan could not move his chopsticks when he saw Zhu Pingan facing the fine wine and food. They thought it was Zhu Pingan who was worried about the last one, so everyone at the same table comforted Zhu Pingan.
Listening to the relief of several people at the same table, Zhu Pingan felt dumbfounded.
"Thank you dear friends for your concern. I am very satisfied to be able to win the exam. Maybe I caught a cold last night and am a little unwell. My dear friends, please use it with care and don't let down today's grand event." Zhu Ping'an expressed his gratitude to all the candidates present and expressed his gratitude. No discomfort, let everyone enjoy it slowly.
After hearing Zhu Ping'an's explanation, everyone was relieved. Thinking about it, he won the exam at the age of thirteen. What else is there to be dissatisfied with?
As a result, everyone at the table drank and mingled with each other, talking freely, and it was like the excitement of the time when the filth of words was like a prince of ten thousand households.
The Deer Ming Banquet is a literary feast. Of course, text singing is indispensable.
Everyone here also did some word games to add to the fun during the banquet, such as couplets and so on. Those who can write eight-legged essays well. None of this is a problem. Although Zhu Pingan has no appetite, he will not ruin everyone's interest at this time. When it's his turn, he always follows up smoothly. It flows smoothly but there is nothing deliberately brilliant about it.
Everyone is enjoying themselves.
While the banquet was in full swing, the sound of cheers came. It turned out that Cao Jieyuan, who was sitting at the top table, composed a poem, which was praised by all the examiners and the prefect of Yingtian Prefecture.
The top table is full of big names at the banquet, including the magistrate of Yingtian Prefecture and other officials, Mr. Zhao, the academic advisor of Nanzhili, the two examiners, and then the top three candidates of this Nanzhili Township Examination Famous.
This table is the focus of this banquet and has great influence. Soon, this poem was passed to the people at several tables nearby. After reading it, they couldn't help but burst into cheers.
《Bamboo》
The bamboos grow in the open field, and the clouds tower over the sky.
No one appreciates high integrity, but only one's own chastity.
The concubine of Xiang was brought to tears by shame, and she entered the palace harp in shame.
Whoever makes the flute should sing the dragon's tune.
A good person copied several copies, and one copy reached Zhu Ping'an's table. A man next to him read it in a cadence, which attracted everyone's praise.
It's just that after Zhu Pingan listened, he was a little disapproving. Of course, the poem was excellent, both allusive and emotional. He used bamboo to describe himself, showing that he was pure, clean, noble and elegant, but he had not met Bole. He looked dissatisfied. He is ashamed to bow to the rich and powerful bureaucrats, does not want to be contaminated by the trend of luxury, and has a very high character with lofty ambitions.
But when you were twenty-five years old, you agreed to Zhao Tongzhi’s plan to seize your son-in-law. Where would you place your wife and children at home? ! How dare you say that you would rather break than bend!
"What do you think, Brother Zhu Xian? You seem to be disdainful?"
A malicious question came from the table next to him. Zhu Ping'an looked up and saw Guo Ziyu looking at him with a tease. Own.
This question attracted the attention of everyone around him. Everyone thinks that Cao Jieyuan's poems are good, but some people are disdainful at this time. Can you not pay attention? After paying attention, you found that he was the person at the bottom of the last table, and he was also the youngest person present. He couldn't help but become more interested.
"Jie Yuan is a great talent with excellent poems. I am just ashamed of myself." Zhu Ping'an smiled self-deprecatingly and understated the unfavorable situation brought by Guo Ziyu.
As soon as the words were said, everyone was relieved and smiled in understanding. Guo Ziyu was unwilling, but he did not continue to have attacks and waited for a better opportunity.
Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared. Sure enough, Guo Ziyu soon found an opportunity.
Because Cao Jieyuan wrote the poem "Bamboo" very well, the big names at the top table got excited and asked the new candidates here to choose any of them to write a poem based on the theme of the Three Friends of Suihan. Come and have some fun with the poems.
This opportunity is a good time to make a name for yourself. If you make your name here, it will soon spread throughout South Zhili. The benefits are self-evident, so all the new candidates worked hard to think. Behave.
Guo Ziyu quickly wrote a poem "Ode to Bamboo", and then turned his attention to Zhu Pingan, and then became a little excited, because Zhu Pingan had not started writing for a long time, and his face looked sad. Poetry is easy to write, but good poetry is hard to find. Looking at the melancholy on his face, even if he could write it down, it would definitely not be much better!
Yes, Zhu Pingan has no intention of writing at all.
Looking around at these future leaders of the Ming Dynasty here, pondering over poems and struggling to choose words and sentences, I feel very ironic.
Poetry?
What else does Taibai have to do in this world!
What more people in this world need is not written poetry, nor some high-spirited and upright people who would rather bend than bend or serve the powerful. What they are dying of need is food, clothing, and a house that can protect them from the wind and rain. In fact, what they need is very little, just two words, food and clothing. Such a simple request is extremely difficult. (End of this chapter)