Zhumen Hangui

Chapter 246 What a righteous place

"The title of this poem is "Ode to Lime." Wen Jijie nodded in satisfaction, seeing how everyone couldn't recover for a long time, and then said.

Meng Lingxi murmured Su Yizhao's poems, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Taking a deep breath, he didn't expect that he would lose the poem he was most proud of in this competition.

"This work occupies great righteousness, and its bones are strong. I am willing to bow down, and I admire it!"

Meng Lingxi saluted Su Yizhao, his face was a little hot at the moment.

He felt that it was an extremely despicable act for him to post a post to Su Yizhao, and he was ashamed of the little calculation in his heart before.

"When the pen falls, the wind and rain startle, and the poem becomes weeping ghosts and gods!" Wen Jijie also sighed sincerely.

Unexpectedly, he saw such a majestic and noble character in a young man today.

"What do you guys think, who will win this competition?" Wen Jijie suddenly turned his head and asked.

Several people were silent. If it was just a competition of poems, there is no doubt that Su Yizhao won.

Meng Lingxi's poems are not bad, on the contrary, his poems can be described as excellent works.

It's just that Su Yizhao's poems occupy the righteousness, and they are shocking for a while.

The meanings between the two are similar, but Su Yizhao's poems are really amazing.

"Unexpectedly, these two are evenly matched!" Someone exclaimed.

They were very surprised that Su Yizhao had such a talent. They thought in their hearts that Su Yizhao deserved to be the top of Fengtian Academy.

"This? Looking at it now, I think Su Yizhao is slightly better." Some students retorted.

"But I think Meng Lingxi's poems are also rare masterpieces. If I were to choose, it would be hard to tell the winner!"

"But in terms of momentum and meaning, it is obvious that Su Yizhao won. In fact, the meanings of the two are different, and they cannot be compared!" Some people have different opinions.

"Actually, Meng Lingxi's poems are also very good, but..." Someone next to him was already thinking about it, and he hesitated.

"Not necessarily! Think about it, where did Su Yizhao get the subject in this courtyard?" One of the scholars pointed to the courtyard, and then said.

"The poems of the two of you are indeed astonishing, and the talent of young people makes us ashamed. It's just that in this competition, I feel that Meng Lingxi narrowly won."

When Lu Zhongbo said this, everyone was shocked.

"Such a poem will never lose!" Someone immediately questioned.

"The poem is a masterpiece, there is no doubt about it. But this question is off topic, don't you think it? If you take the next exam, even if your essay is good, but if you miss the topic, you will pass it?"

"But this is not an exam!"

"You are heresy, you have to follow the rules in the competition! I see! I don't know who wrote this poem! In order to win against Meng Lingxi, she even copied out other people's masterpieces, regardless of whether it is correct or not. .”

For a while, everyone was arguing, and there were not a few people who supported Su Yizhao.

Wen Jijie made a gesture to calm everyone down, and then asked: "The old man thinks that when it comes to winning or losing, there is no need to rush for a while. After all, it is mutual learning, and winning or losing comes second. The key is to discuss progress with each other."

"Seventh Young Master Su! It's up to you to solve our puzzles!" Wang Yong gave Su Yizhao an appreciative look, and said in a very amiable manner.

The sons of aristocratic families, even if they are bastards, lean against a big tree to enjoy the shade.

What's more, Su Yizhao is so talented that he will definitely go into an official career in the future.

He's selling favors today, giving him a chance, and he doesn't want Su Yizhao to remember his kindness, anyway, he can't turn against him, right?
But Su Yizhao got up unhurriedly, and then said: "I know that you have doubts about the title of the thing you selected, but you still ignored one thing in the courtyard."

I saw Su Yizhao pacing towards the outside of the courtyard. Seeing this, everyone automatically made way for him to pass.

Su Yizhao walked to the stone steps outside the pavilion and stood still. Everyone didn't know why, so they followed him.

She walked down and stood on the path paved with stones outside the pavilion.

"May I ask you all, what is this?" Su Yizhao asked, pointing to his feet.

When she asked, everyone couldn't help but stare at her feet with blank expressions.

"It's nothing but stepping stones!" someone said.

"There are rocks under your feet!" Meng Lingxi said suddenly.

Su Yizhao nodded, "That's right! This stone was cut into regular shapes and laid in the courtyard. What about its origin? Do you know?"

Everyone was a little strange, not knowing Su Yizhao's intention.

Someone replied: "Origin? What origin can the stone have? Isn't it obtained from mining in the mountains?"

Meng Lingxi suddenly realized, "What you are standing on should be limestone, and this kind of stone is the stone that was fired into lime."

Su Yizhao nodded again, "Exactly! Since the limestone is also in the courtyard, it's not off topic."

After she finished speaking, she stood with her hands behind her back, and then said: "The world only praises the beauty of the world, but they don't see the ugliness in the dark."

"Soldiers expanded the territory, guarded the border, and built a strong city wall for the people and the court with their flesh and blood. For example, General Li Yuanhu of the previous dynasty did not want to be captured, so he committed suicide on the spot and died for the country."

Su Yizhao's tone became impassioned at this moment, and everyone couldn't help being shocked.

For a while, there was no sound in the courtyard, and everyone was silent.

"Literary and politicians are deeply thoughtful, and they are exhausted. They fight for the people and the court, and stand on the seat. It is also like the emperor of the Wu Dynasty for 17 years. Fu Liang, a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion, persuaded the king to work hard to govern, frugal and love the people, but he was raped. Framed. Rather blood splashed on the spot to prove innocence."

"This is their quality! And what they really do is not personal integrity, but for the common people of the world, for the people of Li people."

At this moment, the slender figure stood in the courtyard where the snow and white plums shone, and she looked extraordinarily tall, as if she was the only one in the world.

Su Yizhao looked around, his eyes were unprecedentedly firm and clear.

"This is also the righteousness of poetry!"

This sentence was obviously very weak, but it resounded through the entire courtyard, so sonorous, powerful, and resounding.

Everyone's hearts were boiling when they heard it, and the blood in their hearts was hard to express.

"Okay! What a great cause!" Wen Jijie was the first to come to his senses, his eyes full of admiration.

"In front of the world and the common people, it is really superficial to talk about poetry attainments. At such a young age, Su Qigong has such understanding, which is really rare."

Wen Jijie praised Su Yizhao very much at the moment, such character is the luck of the family.

It is also a blessing for the country to enter the official career in the future.

Lu Zhongbo glanced at Meng Lingxi, who was also excited, and couldn't help sighing slightly.

Su Yizhao is really outstanding. These words occupy the great righteousness of the country, and his personal integrity is small, which really has extraordinary meaning.

(End of this chapter)