Cheng Maoxun and Zhu Xi are both the four great scholars, but Zhu Xi was in the imperial capital and gave lectures with officials, and also had the title of Hanlin Grand Secretary, so he was elected as the leader of the four great scholars. Cheng Maoxun was somewhat secular in Hangzhou. Although his literary attainments were not the same, Cheng Maoxun would still take the initiative to make concessions, which is also the reason why he looked at Qi Yunmeng differently.

Cheng Maoxun also said: "The wanderer lives in a foreign land, so he has not cut off his mind. The technique is subtle and charming. It is translated from the description of scenery to human affairs. However, the word "cool" at the beginning of the second part closely follows the word "Autumn" in the previous part, and the sentences of the first and second part describe the autumn scenery, looking up and looking down. The third and fourth lines describe the classics of lotus, and the second sentences are inverted. The fifth and sixth lines are from the scenery and human feelings, using "to" as a clue. The seventh sentence continues to read the upper part, which means "the south building" and "the curtain hook". The "lantern scenery" is an object, "banana tree" is an object, but one can see and hear at a glance, and it is added to the bedside of a guest's dream, which makes people feel even more unbearable. This word is already a masterpiece."

Now Cheng Maoxun’s affirmation has made this poem finale. Now it depends on how Kou Naiwen dealt with the best work.

"I wonder if this song "Talking Hearts" can be seen by the third young master?" Deng Wenlin looked at Kou Naiwen with a smile. As Song Wenying's teacher, he was still very proud. Song Wenying's lyrics have unique styles and appropriate words. Although he has never seen this song "Talking Hearts" before, Song Wenying spoke, and only said a few words, and then set the tone.

Kou Naiwen did not stand up and nodded and praised: "Director Cheng commented just now. Every word is written by the students. After returning, they will definitely study it. Such good words must be returned to report to the teacher."

"Then please ask the third young master to write a poem so that we can learn and learn..."

"Yes, after all, our Hangzhou area is small and we don't have high academic knowledge. If we wait for the third son to write a poem, it would be an honor..."

When all the talents heard about Dean Cheng's high evaluation, they would make things difficult for Kou Naiwen.

"Everyone..." Princess Changping suddenly spoke, and the audience suddenly looked at Princess Changping in a silent manner, but listened to her continued: "The third young master has written five-character quatrains and changed the seven-character regular verse. You have also seen her own talent. Song Wenying's "Talking Love" is a masterpiece and a shocking chapter. In such a short time, it is impossible to guarantee the quality."

Seeing this, Cheng Maoxun hurriedly rescued the scene and said, "Yes, I really like this poem just now, and I couldn't help but comment. If I wanted to write it out by the third young master, it would be difficult to ensure the quality and it would be difficult to deal with it."

"It's not difficult..." Huang Ziping sneered and said, "Young master has been studying with Master Zhu Xi for three years, and he must have had many excellent works. I can just say one article so that they can learn a little bit and give me a long experience, and this is not an exaggeration..."

Wang Shi looked at Huang Ziping and frowned and said, "Director Huang has just suffered a defeat and is so anxious to find the place? I'm too anxious."

Zhao Lixuan also said: "I am indeed a little anxious, but this song "Talking Love" is indeed amazing. I have to admit that Song Wenying is really pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. Next year's imperial examination, his name must be above the two lists."

People are raising their hands and want to take a picture, so how can they stand still and get beaten? What's more, Kou Naiwen is coming this time to compete with the talented man in Hangzhou. He takes the initiative to come to his door, so he naturally has to accept it.

He immediately smiled and said, "If you want to talk about lyrics, I have written a few poems, but there are not many people who write about autumn, and I have never handed them over to Teacher Yu to read them. I was afraid that I would not be able to see them, so I was scolded. Since Dean Huang wrote lyrics to Kaokao, I can only say ugly."

After saying that, he stood up and bowed to Princess Changping, and said, "This song "Songsheng Slowly" was written during the tour last year. I was inspired by my thoughts and I am here to show my ugly expression."

"The yellow flowers are deep alleys, the red leaves are low in the windows, and the sound of autumn is desolate. The sound of bean rain comes, and the sound of wind is in the middle. At twenty-five o'clock, the Liqiao Gate is still locked. The old friend is far away, and asks who shakes the jade pendant, and the bells at the bottom of the eaves. The sound of colorful horns blows on the moon, and the sound of horses moves everywhere. The adjacent lights are flashing, and there is still an anvil in front of the light. I know that he complains about his sorrows, mutters, and how many sounds of twigs. Before he finishes, he divides half into the sound of geese."

The "bean rain sound" starts and the "geese sound" closes, which describes the ten kinds of autumn sounds heard in autumn nights. "The yellow flowers are deep alleys, the red leaves are low in the windows, and the desolate autumn sounds." The three sentences lead the whole poem. "The sound of bean rain comes, and the sound of wind is in the middle. "The sparse and twelve o'clock, the beautiful Qiaomen, the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the not locked". The wind not only brought the sound of the sound of the wind, but also shaking the wind chime at the bottom of the eaves. "The old friend is far away, ask who will shake the jade pendant, and the bell under the eaves" initially thought it was the sound of the jade pendant on the old friend's body. But the old friend is in the distance, so who will it be? Suddenly I realized that it was the sound of the wind chime.

"The sound of colorful horns blows the moon, and the horses move in the camp, and the sound of horses are rising everywhere." Turn the strokes from late night to dawn. The moon sinks, and the sound of trumpets rises. The people and horses in the military camp are turbulent. Where the lights are flashing, the sound of neighbors squeezing on the anvil stones came. The housewife next door has not been sleeping all night and has not been asleep. She calls the cry of the robe "saying sorrow", and transfers her sorrow to the chirp. "Saying yet, half of it is divided into the sound of geese." It seems that the crickets share the sorrow to the geese passing by in the sky. Cleverly point out the desolation of the geese's robe, and ends with the sound of geese.

After saying that, Kou Naiwen sat back, picked up the teacup, and drank it.

There was a dead silence under the stage. This silence was like midnight in the mountains, filled with an extremely depressing atmosphere. The autumn wind blew by and the northern geese flying south above my head. How could it not be a perfect match?

No one spoke in the venue. Kou Naiwen put the teacup back on the table and smiled slightly: "I wonder if this song "Songsheng Slow" can catch the eyes of all teachers?"

No one on the field dared to speak. The literary accomplishments of this song "Sheng Sheng Slow" are already comparable to those of "Speaking Hearts" just now. They are incomparable and have their own advantages. It is impossible to tell which one is better.

Seeing this, Qi Yunmeng finally spoke: "It is a masterpiece, and this is nothing wrong. The whole poem is rigorous in planning, the image is complex but not chaotic, and the emotions are conveyed layer by layer. The sound of autumn rain and autumn wind, the sound of drums, the sound of eaves and bells, the sound of paintings, and the sound of Hu Zi is even more heard. If you have not finished it, half of it is divided into the sound of geese, which is the finishing touch. This poem is parallel to "Tell the Heart" and is both a masterpiece."

Qi Yunmeng said again: "Today is a grand event in my Hangzhou literary world. We gather all the talents. We should show our talents to the fullest. We should not compete with each other. The road to learning is no depth or end, and the sea of ​​knowledge is endless."

Qi Yunmeng is a person who can argue with Zhu Xi's first three times. His talent and knowledge are comparable to everyone. However, the tone she set is still relatively young. Although she is still in Hangzhou, this song "Sheng Sheng Slow" is indeed amazing and has endless aftertaste. If it is in Luoyang, Luoyang paper will be expensive for another time, and what Qi Yunmeng said is not empty talk.

Zhu Yingwen bowed and said, "Young Master's "Sheng Sheng Slowly" has a very high attainment. I have benefited a lot today and have received teachings."

Kou Naiwen returned to the court and said: "The "Talking Love" also made me look at me with admiration. It turns out that if I do this, I will definitely communicate and learn more in the future."

Although the greetings between the two were on the scene, they were all sincere words of study. If they were not good at conduct and did not study enough, they would definitely not be able to produce such poems.

The two of them just sat down, but Xia Silu, who had not spoken for a while, suddenly looked at Jiang Ning, her mouth slightly raised, and she stood up slowly.

When Jiang Ning saw this gaze, his heart suddenly stumbled, and the tea in his mouth almost spurted out, and he hurriedly covered his mouth and nose.

"Teacher, you are..."

"It's okay, it's choking..."
Chapter completed!