Catching Monsters

Chapter 115: Peace for All Time
The students queuing behind and under the platform all felt sorry for the student named Jiang Yun when they heard this strange name.

Although it is poetry.

But poetry has a more rigorous structure and can focus on the expression of emotions and artistic conception.

As a whole, the sentence is inferior to the poem.

It is even more difficult to obtain the approval of great scholars.

This guy only prepared one sentence for the opportunity to show up in front of the great scholar Fang Tingzhi?
Feng Beier, who was queuing behind him, couldn't help but frown and whispered, "Jiang Yun has so many good poems. If he picked out one, it would probably make Fang Daru agree. Why did he choose to read a sentence?"

"Is there any difference?" Xu Xiaogang who was standing next to him didn't understand. In his opinion, the poems were all the same.

Feng Beier shook his head and explained, "Any paragraph can be considered a sentence. Compared with poetry, sentences are more difficult to be outstanding."

Xu Xiaogang was not overly worried when he heard this. In his opinion, since Jiang Yun chose the sentence, he must have his reasons.

Jiang Yun on the stage also spoke slowly.

"Establish a mind for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living people, carry forward the unique teachings of the past saints, and create peace for all generations."

After saying this, Jiang Yun waited quietly for Fang Tingzhi's reaction.

But what Jiang Yun didn't expect was that after listening to what he said, Fang Tingzhi slowly closed his eyes. He neither nodded nor shook his head, nor did he say anything to show his agreement.

what.

What's happening here?
The students in the audience gradually quieted down after hearing the four sentences recited by Jiang Yun.

Most of the people present had real academic level. After listening to these four sentences and savoring them carefully, they felt that they were extraordinary.

At this time, Fang Tingzhi closed his eyes and savored these words carefully.

Then, he slowly began to read:
"Establish a heart for heaven and earth."

"Establish a destiny for the sake of the people."

"Continue the unique learning for the Holy Spirit."

"Create peace for all generations."

The moment the last sentence was spoken, Fang Tingzhi suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Yun, his eyes showing surprise, and he nodded repeatedly: "Good, very good, with such a state of mind and ambition, continue to study Confucianism and achieve unlimited success."

Jiang Yun didn't care about this. He looked at Fang Tingzhi who had nodded countless times and asked respectfully, "Mr. Great Scholar, what do you think of this prize of five hundred taels..."

"Reward the prize." Fang Tingzhi laughed and touched his pale beard.

Soon, the forty-year-old Confucian teacher came up to the stage with a red bag containing five hundred taels of silver and handed it to Jiang Yun.

Jiang Yun was holding the heavy silver, and he was immediately delighted. He asked, "Are there any more prizes?"

"what?"

The Confucian teacher was somewhat confused by this question, and then explained: "In the Chenming Poetry Festival, generally speaking, there is only one first prize..."

"Of course, if someone later writes an outstanding poem, there will be additional rewards under special circumstances."

"No need for someone to follow me, I still have poems." Jiang Yun's eyes lit up, it was so cool to take advantage of the situation.

"Ah, this." Upon hearing this, the Confucian teacher subconsciously looked at Fang Tingzhi.

As usual, every student had only one chance to recite poetry in front of the great scholar.

After all, the great scholar has limited time, and there are many students present, all of whom want to show their talents in front of him.

Fang Tingzhi stroked his beard, nodded slightly, and said, "Jiang Yun, right? If you still want to win the first prize, you have to make sure that this poem is not worse than the four lines of Hengqu."

"Don't worry, Mr. Fang." Jiang Yun nodded.

Many students off the field were still savoring the artistic conception of Hengqu's four lines when they heard Jiang Yun above say that there was something even more powerful than this.

They all looked at him in surprise.

"Which academy did Jiang Yun come from? How come I didn't know there was such a young student in the capital before?"

"Yes, the level of these four sentences of Hengqu alone is already very good, and it is definitely not ordinary."

"This Jiang Yun is not a scholar at all. He is a minor flag of the Jinyiwei of the East Pacification Division."

Someone nearby was surprised and didn't believe it at all: "Jinyiwei? Brother, are you kidding? Jinyiwei are just a group of warriors, how can they understand poetry?"

The man gnashed his teeth and said, "I saw him arrest a large number of people and put them in Jinyiwei not long ago. How could he admit his mistake?"

The person who spoke was Qin Hanshan, who was invited by Feng Beier to the Wangyue Pavilion Poetry Meeting.

Qin Hanshan also went on stage and wrote a poem just now, but it did not arouse Fang Daru's approval. Fang Daru was even too lazy to look at him.

Qin Hanshan looked at the stage. Fang Daru looked at Jiang Yun with his eyes full of expectation and envy. His eyes turned red.

This is a great scholar in the academy!

"Fang Daru, wait a minute, let me think about it."

Jiang Yun paced back and forth on the stage, trying hard to recall. Finally, he slowly said, "Fang Daru, I've made up my mind."

Fang Tingzhi had a faint smile on his face and asked, "What's your name?"

"Song of Righteousness."

Randomly, Jiang Yundu said:
"Heaven and earth have righteous energy, which flows in all forms."

"Below are the rivers and mountains, above are the sun and stars."

"In human terms, it is called Haoran, which is so full that it fills the universe."

"The imperial road should be clear and peaceful, and the court should be harmonious and bright." After he finished reading it, everyone was silent. Fang Tingzhi's pupils shrank slightly. This poem contained a majestic and magnificent spirit.

Seeing Fang Tingzhi's eyes wide open again, savoring the poem carefully, Jiang Yun hurriedly asked, "Fang Daru, what do you think of this poem?"

After a long time, Fang Tingzhi came back to his senses, closed his eyes to savor it, opened his eyes, and said loudly: "Another first prize!"

The many students below also closed their eyes and felt the spirit of this righteous song.

Although Qin Hanshan was envious, he also knew that such poetry was far beyond his ability. His gaze towards Jiang Yun also changed a bit: "This man is really talented!"

Feng Beier, who was standing in the queue, looked at Jiang Yun with a look that was almost tearing.

For someone like her who is obsessed with poetry, Jiang Yun's talent is simply unheard of.

Soon, another bag of silver was brought up by the Confucian teacher and handed to Jiang Yun.

Jiang Yun weighed the heavy silver in his hand and felt secretly happy that he had earned one thousand taels of silver.

"Okay, there are still many students waiting behind us." The Confucian teacher said with a smile: "Later, if student Jiang is interested, he can come to our Renyi Academy and exchange experiences slowly."

Jiang Yun stepped down from the stage somewhat reluctantly. Jiang Yun also knew that this event was the highlight of the poetry festival after all, and it was impossible for him to recite alone on stage all night.

After stepping down, Feng Beier went on stage and recited a poem she had written.

In fact, it is not bad, but it mostly talks about love between men and women. In terms of conception, it is much worse than Jiang Yun's.

Perhaps because of Jiang Yun's excellent example, Fang Tingzhi felt that the various poems recited by the following students were tasteless and it was not a pity to discard them.

Fang Tingzhi also found it strange. Although he was a great scholar, he rarely participated in the management of the academy and spent most of his time quietly studying the teachings of sages.

But I have never heard of Jiang Yun's name.

If the students from the five major academies were so talented, it would be impossible for me not to have heard of them.

After I go back, I have to ask someone about it.

At the same time, Jiang Yun had already left the platform with Xu Xiaogang, carrying the bag of silver in his hand. After all, the two of them came to perform a patrol mission.

Feng Beier, along with two maids, quickly chased after him: "Master Jiang, slow down, wait for me."

After catching up with Jiang Yun, Feng Beier smiled and said, "Mr. Jiang, you finally admit that you have a talent for poetry. Are those poems also written by you?"

"If Miss Feng wants to think so, then it's up to you." Jiang Yun didn't know how to deny it.

It would be useless for Feng Bei'er to say more since he had already made up his mind.

Feng Beier hurried forward and asked, "Then you, the orioles are singing on the island in the river. A beautiful lady is the ideal match for a gentleman. Who is this poem for?"

"Miss Feng, I'm afraid you misunderstood. This poem..."

Feng Beier looked at the two bags of silver in Jiang Yun's hand, thinking about something, and said to the maid beside her: "Where is the silver?"

"Miss, what are you doing?"

Feng Bei'er was quite favored in the Marquis' Mansion and received a lot of money every month. After all, she had to book the Moon-Watching Pavilion twice every month to hold poetry gatherings.

Soon, she took thirty taels of silver from the maid and said, "Yes, Master Jiang, can you tell me the truth now?"

Jiang Yun looked at the thirty taels of silver and frowned slightly: "Miss Feng, I'm afraid you have some misunderstandings about me. Although I like money..."

Feng Bei'er gritted her teeth and took out another thirty taels.

Jiang Yun's eyes lit up: "You want to hear the answer, right?"

"of course."

Jiang Yun smiled and said, "I wrote this to Xu Suwen!"

"Ah?" Feng Bei'er was stunned and dazed for a moment.

She was born beautiful, and all the powerful and wealthy sons and famous scholars in the capital wanted to pursue her.

But there are few people she likes.

She admired Jiang Yun because of his good looks and, most importantly, his talent for poetry, but Jiang Yun always ignored her.

In her opinion, such a beautiful love poem must be used to describe herself.

can.

At the same time, not far from the bustling street, Xu Suwen, wearing a white long dress, was walking on the street holding Jiang Qiaoqiao's hand.

The two of them were holding candied sugar figures and candied haws in their hands and eating them happily. From time to time, they would go to the students who were selling poetry collections at the street stalls and pick up some poems to take a look.

Of course, it is still a little difficult for her to understand these poems.

"Sister Xu, why didn't you ask my brother to come and stroll with you?" Jiang Qiaoqiao looked at the bustling streets and said curiously, "The most lively poetry gatherings and temple fairs in our Nanzhou Prefecture are far inferior."

"My brother is a scholar after all, he will definitely like it here."

Xu Suwen smiled when he heard this: "I heard that they have a mission to perform tonight. Besides, your brother is a Jinyiwei. How can he be really interested in poetry?"

The two were chatting and talking, when suddenly, they heard a familiar voice.

"I wrote this to Xu Suwen!"

Xu Suwen and Jiang Qiaoqiao looked in the direction of the voice and saw Jiang Yun, Xu Xiaogang, and the stunned Feng Beier not far away.

Xu Suwen frowned slightly. What was Jiang Yun doing?
What do you write to yourself?

(End of this chapter)