The champion is my son

Chapter 148 Writing a Poem

"You are honest. If you answer this way, you won't be afraid of losing our trust in your ability?" Zuo Qingkui, the assistant examiner C, said.

Yun Ji smiled slightly and said, "Don't be afraid, the students are very clear about how much they have, so they don't dare to betray the trust of the officials, so naturally they don't dare to speak nonsense."

"Have you ever read any contemporary books?" Zuo Qingkui asked again.

Yunji replied: "I have read some contemporary books, such as "Poetry" written by Wen Zhenggong, "Tai Chi Tu Shuo" written by Master Zhou, and "Four Books Jingyi" compiled by Rong Xiang. "

"Oh? I have studied poetry, so how about writing a poem on the spot? Look at the furnishings in this room, or what you saw when you came to Shangjing, and write a poem. I don't limit your rhyme, you can make it as you like." It is the most basic thing for the child prodigy to ask students to compose poems, and if they can write them, it shows that their knowledge is in line with their status.If you can't write it out, of course you don't force it.

In the past, there was a written test first, and the content of the written test was to write the scriptures and theories. If the poems did not come out, as long as the theories were well done, they would not lose their reputation.It may even be appreciated by officials.

"In this way, the students will compose a poem based on what they saw during their visit to Beijing the day before yesterday." Yun Ji clasped his hands behind his back and clasped them.He straightened his chest and lifted his head up, as if to chant.

The huge room suddenly became quiet, and Zuo Qingkui finally couldn't help but nodded. At such a young age, the aura of her body has already begun to show. If such a person is cultivated, it will definitely become a great help to Tianqi.

"The Huai River is facing the lanterns and candles, so people don't see the cold light. The shadows of the moon are sent to the edge, and the mountains and rivers are crossing the Kyushu road. The river is flat and black, and the up and down are quiet and sinking. " Yunji read slowly.

The faces of all the people sitting there changed, and they suddenly felt strange, why are you so preoccupied, little boy?But the poem is really well written.To be able to have such literary talents at the age of ten is not an exaggeration to say that he is a child prodigy.The stone in everyone's heart has fallen.

Although Jinzhou is a land of barbarians in the south, it is very backward compared to Shangjing and Suzhou, but it is also home to everyone. The famous Luoyang Academy is located in Jinzhou.

Zuo Qingkui said: "Is poetry famous?"

"My lord, the student hasn't been named yet." Yunji resumed the gesture of clasping his hands in front of him, and replied with his head half down.

"My official is puzzled. Shangjing is extremely prosperous. Why do you want to write that sad poem?"

"It's just that the student and his mother went to the Huai River the night before to set up river lanterns. They suddenly felt grateful for their dead father and friends who had been missing for many years. Then they wrote this poem. This is the most impressive memory of the students these days." Something." Yunji exhaled, withdrew the tears in his eyes, secretly concealed his emotions that he almost couldn't control, looked the same as usual before raising his head.

"I see." Zuo Qingkui stroked his beard. "Your father must have been a virtuous person to have you now."

Yun Jidao: "Father is just a commoner, my lord is absurd."

Zuo Qingkui said to the people around him: "You guys come up with questions one by one to investigate, and the official will review them."

"Yes." The four said in unison.

This time, the written test was cancelled, and an interview was conducted exclusively, in order to examine Yun Ji's performance in front of others, but even though there was no written test, writing was still indispensable.

"You can write that poem just now on this piece of paper." Deputy examiner Ding pointed to the table beside him, on which the Four Treasures of the Study were placed.

Yun Ji walked over and found that the paper had not been laid, and the brush had been moistened but the ink had not been rubbed. He thought that this might also be a part of the assessment.

So he followed the habit of a scholar and began to grind ink.Anyway, he had plenty of time, so he ground it finely, the better the ink is ground, the smoother the writing will be.

After a quarter of an hour, Yun Ji finally polished the ink, and no one disturbed him during this period, even though there were four people standing around the table, Zuo Qingkui still sat at the main seat, drinking his tea.

After laying out the paper and pressing it down with a ruler, Yunji just dipped the pen into the ink.

This time is different from the past, what he wants to write is not a random copy, but a work, which must not be directly put on paper.It is necessary to preset and control the size of the font, and leave blank text.

The length of Yunji's poem is not short. His calligraphy was taught by Master Chi and Li Qing. After five years of practice, he has already developed a strong character.Yunji looked at the length and width of the paper, finally found a better position, and dropped the first word.

Everything was difficult at the beginning, but after writing the first word, Yunji's nervousness disappeared, and the rest went smoothly without any hiccups or mistakes.The full text is written in regular script, where it is signed, and a red seal is left at the end.

This seal was engraved by Li Qing for him, using official script.The material comes from a white opaque but very cool stone picked up by the river.When Li Qing showed the seal to Yun Ji, Yun Ji opened his mouth in surprise, and seeing the wound on Li Qing's hand, he was heartbroken and forced Li Qing not to use the knife.

"The writing of this character is not bad, neat and proper. The regular script used is absolutely different from other people's. Looking at the modification of the corners here, I have my own understanding. It naturally reveals a breath of atmosphere. It seems that the poem just now It's not enough to prove the kid's strength!" Deputy Examiner A sighed.

The little official at the side presented the words written by Yunji to Zuo Qingkui.

"It's really well written, but the strength of the characters is still lacking. It will take ten or eight years to write before it can truly become a masterpiece." Zuo Qingkui meant that Yun Ji was still too young, and I'm afraid it would be difficult to stop there. appoint.

Yun Ji stepped out of the desk, cupped his hands and said "yes".

Then the petty official dried the paper and put it away. This paper was to be presented to the official for approval.

"So, let's continue the question and answer."

Deputy Examiner B is already eager to try.This Jiang Yunji does have some skills, they are also well-known scholars who have read the books of sages, if Jiang Yunji grows up, I am afraid they will not be able to catch up.

Next, the four assistant examiners bombarded Yunji in turn, going through everything from reciting poems and songs to understanding scriptures and asking questions.

Some of Yunji's answers were fluent, some were bumpy, and some directly said they didn't know.Anyway, he told the truth. After two hours in a row, everyone's mouths were parched.

This scene is very much like a verbal war against Confucianism.

As for the questions that Yun Ji couldn't answer, there were only two or three questions.This has already caught a few people's attention.

"I heard that you have a photographic memory. Here I have a history book of the former dynasty that was just compiled by the Imperial Academy. Take it and memorize it. I will give you half an hour." Zuo Qingkui took it from the box beside her. Publish a set of books, which are well protected, with "Wei Shi" written on the cover.

(End of this chapter)