"Today's twenty-four list of circulating lists came out, and was introduced by Xu, Minister of Rites. Brother Wei, Brother Gong and Jia Cong are listed."

In a restaurant on the left side of Zhengyang Gate, the summer breeze blew the wine plaque. Several people in the same year were discussing. Fang Wuhui was reluctant to clench his fists. He really didn't understand why? He had good articles, good reputation, and the chief minister was also a relative. Why couldn't he enter the first class? However, he was confident that he would definitely be able to enter the second class for the twenty-five tomorrow. The twenty-fourth is the small class for the small class, and only three of the first class were introduced. The twenty-five class for the third class, and all three of the first class were announced in Renhua Hall. There would be a grand ceremony at that time.

Fang Wuhui sneered and slandered: "Brother Wei is worthy of his name. That Jia Cong... the party's power eunuch is not ashamed of us!"

"That's right, Jia Cong is so slander! He has no backbone!" A Jiangnan literati slandered him one after another, and while he was jealous, he cursed Jia Cong.

...

When Jia Cong walked into the corridor in the palace, he felt his right ear was hot. Someone was cursing him. When he arrived at His Majesty Dan of the Daming Palace, Xu Youzhen, the Minister of Rites, had already taught them the etiquette they should have.

Jia Cong and the other two didn't know who was ranked, but if they were selected as the Xiao Chuanlu, they were definitely among the top three. They looked straight and entered the palace carefully. The fragrance came to their faces. This is a spice that was paid tribute in Hangzhou. When it was burned, it was smokeless and colorless, and only the fragrance was burned in the treasure cauldron.

The three of them knelt down and worshiped the great ceremony. Emperor Yongle saw that they were very handsome and did not intend to change them. He also valued his appearance when he was admitted to the imperial examination. If it was really not elegant, it would affect his future. Emperor Yongle sat upright: "You are the new Ding Chou, who passed the first grade and entered the Hanlin Academy and was the example of the hundreds of 100 Jinshis..."

Jia Cong and the other two stood flat, lowered their heads and stood there, and they all didn't know what their rankings were. Emperor Yongle said again: "The top three new students have good poetry and concepts. I have issued an imperial title and ordered you to work as Yuefu: All dynasties have had Huang Chao's disaster. In the first year of Guangming of Emperor Xizong of Tang Dynasty, Huang Chaojun broke Chang'an... You wrote this to write, I have never enfeoffed imperial edicts and ranked the rankings, but you are not the same. I can tell from the poems..."

Wei Shixuan, Gong Dingci became nervous and took the order to prosecute each to find a case, but dared not sit down. A erotic eunuch came up to lay paper and grind ink, and everyone thanked him again. Among them, Wei Shixuan was very literary and talented, and was a great talent in Jiangnan. Gong Dingci was not bad at writing poetry.

Seeing them writing in the flying and phoenix, Jia Cong suddenly felt tricky and could write eight-legged essays. He could not write poems, but it was still very difficult to beat Wei Shixuan.

Moreover, Huang Chao's disaster is also very taboo. If one cannot be written well, the emperor will hate it. To put it bluntly, it is a common peasant uprising.

There are two entry points here. The first is to criticize the corruption of the late Tang Dynasty, because Dashun also started his business, reflecting the righteousness of the dynasty of the country and the way of the heavens.

The second is to stand on the standpoint of the feudal ruling class and belittle the peasant uprising. After all, the Ling family is now the ruler.

...

Wei Shixuan, Gong Dingci has been writing for a long time, but Jia Cong’s desk has not been written in a word. Emperor Yongle narrowed his eyes and said, “Jia Cong, why haven’t you started writing? Do you want to disobey the sage?”

Gong Dingci said intently: "Jia Cong can't compete with me anymore. He is okay to write miscellaneous books. He has never heard of famous poems..."

Wei Shixuan glanced at Jia Cong and was secretly proud, "Writing poetry, among my peers, I have few competitors..."

Who would have thought Jia Cong said: "Report to the emperor, it is because the paper is not long enough."

"Oh?" Emperor Yongle smiled: "What a paper is not long enough. I will send my oral instructions and order someone to carry the silk sewn by the needles of the industrial bureau. Come on, come on, write it under my nose..."

"Thank you for your kindness!" Jia Cong walked out until he was under the seat of the master.

The other two had no time to complain about Jia Cong's mysterious behavior, so they attracted public attention and thought seriously. When they finished writing, the eunuch of the servant came with silver plates and silk. Jia Cong began to write. Liu Bing held the paper on the pen and read it to the emperor. Emperor Yongle said slightly: "Jiangzuo is indeed a brilliant person."

It is like a singular voice in the poem of the Lun. Maybe during the palace examination, the emperor moved the candlestick for him, which was just an act of winning people's hearts. However, he thought it was a favorable thing for him. He was a Hanlin generation and the top scholar was not far away.

At this time, Jia Cong had already written a few sentences:

"In the middle of the spring of Guimao, flowers outside Luoyang City are as snowy.

Passers-by from east, west, south and north are lost, and the green willows are quietly fragrant and dust are extinguished.

Suddenly I saw a flower-like man on the side of the road, resting alone in the shade of the green willows.

The phoenix side has its hair tilted, and the red hair is folded and the eyebrows are folded."

Wei Shixuan curled his lips and said intimately: "The imperial engraving of the Temple, starting with a woman, is really a disgrace to his ethics..."

Gong Dingci was gloating and Emperor Yongle became unhappy.

However, Jia Cong's pen turned around at this moment:

"I would like to ask the girl where she is coming from? I want to say something and swallow it first.

I turned around and thanked the travelers, how could I say that I was so sad and drifted!

After three years of trapping the thief and staying in Qin, I still vaguely remember the incident in Qin."

Emperor Yongle strode his hands and praised: "The beginning, inheritance, turn, turn, turn, turn well, without any trace, it will be natural."

Only then did Wei Shixuan feel a little crisis, and Gong Dingci's eyes faded, he made up his mind and wanted to compete with them. Wei Shixuan's reputation was better than him. Now it seems that Jia Cong is truly hidden and revealed.

In just a few short sentences, the time, place, and characters are natural, and there is no trace of carving. When the pen turns, it turns from a woman to the Huang Chao disaster in the woman's mouth. It seems that everyone can pick it up at will.

"You can untied the golden saddle for me, and I will also stop my jade toes with you.

On the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month of the Gengzi year the year before, the golden cage was closed to teach parrots.

I open the phoenix mirror and comb my hair lazyly, and I sit on the carved railing without saying anything.

Suddenly, when I looked outside the door, I saw a golden drum beat in the street.

The residents walked out of half a panic, but the courtiers were still suspicious of being wronged when they returned.

At that time, the official army from the west entered and planned to go to Tongguan for emergency.

Everyone said that the thief army was not in time..."

When Emperor Yongle ascended the throne, he had already passed his thirty years. Now he has passed again. His physique is extremely poor and his eyes are gradually getting worse. He opened the mirror box, put on his glasses, and asked Liu Bingbi: "Come and explain it to me..."

"Back to my master, I... I have a shallow knowledge..." Liu Bingbing was ashamed.

"The slaves who are killed in the heavens! You are the people in the Lijian, the eunuchs, the young supervisors, the pens, and the class are all of them with good looks! They are all taught by Hanlin in Nei Shutang and have read books. If the explanation is not done well, you can go to the washing clothes bureau and be a hard work for the rest of your life..." Emperor Yongle's eyes were cold and he was willful.

"Master, I have me..." Liu Bingbi was so nervous that he thought quickly: "This sentence 'Suddenly I saw the world outside the door', and the pen turned again, which was really twists and turns, and sighed and chanted three times... I think it is enough to compare with Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" and "Pipa Xing"..."

“……The village garden is located in Dongji County, and the mulberry planting is close to the dian every year. The annual fertile land is planted at 200 yuan, and the annual household tax is 30 million yuan.

My sister-in-law is used to weaving brown robes, while the middle-aged woman can cook red millet rice.

Thousands of warehouses and ten thousand silk boxes, but Huang Chao is still half broken after... "

“…But the world is full of surging water, and the realm is as smooth as a thorn.

The refugee is the servant, but Huaian envies the ghosts in Jiangnan.

May you raise your boat east and return to the east and sing this long song to offer to the Lord.”

Emperor Yongle, who likes poetry, did not praise him after Liu Bing finished explaining the poem, and asked him to hold it up. The title of the poem was "The Imperial Works of the Renhua Palace".

Wei Shixuan and Gong Dingci were already stunned. Their poems were quite extraordinary, but they were far inferior to Bai Juyi. Who would have thought that Jia Cong was a talented person in poetry?

In this time and space, no one except Jia Cong knew that this poem was Wei Zhuang's "The Song of a Qin Woman".

The "The Song of the Qin Woman", which is as famous as Bai Juyi's Yuefu poem, did not appear in the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties in Jia Cong's previous life. Everyone only knows the name of the poem, but not the content. Until modern times, "The Song of the Qin Woman" was unearthed in Dunhuang and saw the light of the sky again.

The same is true for this time and space. There is no "Song of the Qin Woman" in "Complete Tang Poems".

"You can retreat. The next day, you will know the ranking." Emperor Yongle added the words "Huang Chao" to the title. Obviously, this Yuefu poem, which looked at the problem from the perspective of the ruling class, did not anger him.
Chapter completed!