Music is music, and it is integrated with dance.

Among the earliest six arts, what you need to learn are six ceremonial music and dances, "Yunmen Dajuan", "Xianchi", "Dashao", "Daxia", "Dayi" and "Dawu".

Over time, the content has become more enriched and perfected. Playing musical instruments, poetry and songs all belong to the category of music.

Many people think that poems, lyrics and songs belong to "books". In fact, these were originally used for singing. In layman's terms, they are lyrics, and naturally they belong to "music".

Yang Donglanglang said, "Sound is the body of music, and poetry is the heart of music. Many scholars of the Six Arts may use 'poetry' to replace 'music'. It is because the ancients used poetry to combine music, and it is actually the orthodox tradition of 'music'. Today's test questions,

So I replaced music with poetry."

After saying this, the other candidates didn’t have many thoughts. What scholar can’t write poetry?

But Zhao Mengguan was a little panicked. He thought that since Zhao Mengqi's antithetical couplets were so good, his poems would certainly be good, so it would be difficult for him to win.

"Try to write a poem, with the Yangtze River as the theme, time limit, two quarters of an hour."

The four candidates frowned. There was no problem in writing poems, but the time limit was too short. How could they produce outstanding works in such a hurry?

And Zhao Mengqi was naturally extremely relaxed. To him, it was just 'copying'.

The candidates had already begun to think about it, and Xiao Huangmen once again handed over pen and paper one by one.

On the other hand, Zhao Mengqi looked drowsy again.

"Your Highness, the ink has been polished and can be used at any time." Xiao Huangmen said flatteringly while placing various stationery.

"Oh, thank you." Zhao Mengqi opened his eyes and said casually.

Xiao Huangmen was flattered and said, "I don't dare to be a thank you to your Highness. This is what a villain should do."

Zhao Mengqi smiled, waved away from the small yellow door, and took up the pen casually, without thinking, and danced like a dragon and a snake on the high-quality pond paper that had been spread out.

At this time, many ministers were paying attention to him. They were all shocked when they saw this move, but before they could express any more sighs, Zhao Mengqi had already put down his pen.

"Oh, I was scared to death. I thought that King Zhong had done something amazing again, and he could compose a poem in just a moment."

"Prince Zhong, I should just write a few words here and there to inspire some inspiration..."

"Let me tell you, Cao Zhi still needs seven steps to complete his poem."

"Perhaps King Zhong has already prepared it. He may know that he is not talented, so he just wrote a limerick to cope with it."

"Is this? I'm afraid it's hard to make a conclusion. Prince Zhong has already impressed me many times today."

The officials began to discuss and buzz, and Uncle Xie Fang couldn't help but darken his face, "Quiet, don't interfere with the trial selection!"

The four of them, who were quite troubled at first, let out a sigh of relief and continued to think hard.

But Zhao Mengqi was stunned for a while, feeling bored, so he folded the paper, lay on the desk and fell asleep again.

this!?

Ding Daquan was about to impeach again, but Uncle Xie Fang glared at him, so he had to give up the idea. Wu Yan originally wanted to impeach him, but when he saw that Ding Daquan had hit a soft nail, he snickered in his heart.

Zhao Guanjia, who was sitting on the throne, naturally saw that Zhao Mengqi's old illness had relapsed, and he was already a little numb. He vaguely felt that he could still surprise him, so he didn't bother to care.

Those officials, because they did not dare to speak out anymore, could only open their mouths in shock.

Time passed quietly in silence, it seemed a long time, and it seemed very fast, two quarters of an hour came.

"Stop writing! Hand in paper!"

Zhao Mengxi hurriedly wrote the last word before handing the paper to Xiao Huangmen.

After the papers of the five people were put away, they were handed over directly to the Hanlin attendants for reading without being shown to the examiner.

"Zhao Mengxi's volume, words, Huanxisha·Kongchou,"

After the chaos, I went to Gushan to explore Yu’s cave.

Xisai's sweet dreams and love come to an end.

We should be pitiful and rely on different returns.

Surrounding me with sorrow and increasing good fortune,

I go back from my empty sorrow and wear my towel with my hands,

Who knows that a river never leaves behind talents."

After the attendant read the poem, Yang Dong was about to stand up to comment, but Ding Daquan said first, "Xie Xiang, you are a master of poetry, so it would be better for you to comment."

Ding Daquan obviously didn't want Yang Dong to secretly assist Zhao Mengqi again, but his reason was justified. Uncle Xie Fang was indeed pretty good at poetry. Of course, what was important was his identity.

Uncle Xie Fang pondered for a while, then looked at Yang Dong, "Yuanji, what do you think?"

You are obviously interested. How can I say no? Yang Dong had no choice but to say, "When it comes to poetry, Prime Minister Xie is better than countless subordinates. He should give way to others."

"Then thank you Yuanji." After greeting Uncle Xie Fang, he walked to the attendant, took the paper, and read it carefully again. His attitude was quite rigorous.

"The words used in this song Huanxisha are simple. Although it seems immature and jerky, it is very rare to be able to compose it in such a short time at such a young age."

Uncle Xie Fang's words sounded like compliments, but the implication was that they tasted like chewing wax, which was slightly better than limericks.

In the subsequent rating, he also gave it a 'medium', and Dong Huai also gave it a 'medium', so Cheng Yuanfeng, who accepted death, gave it a 'low'.

Zhao Mengxi's face collapsed and he was extremely frustrated. He thought that he had already performed beyond normal performance. If he was given more time, he could work on it, but...

The Imperial Attendant read the next poem, "Zhao Heyunjuan, Poppy,

The time when I was willing to live with someone else has already passed by.

The rogue west wind comes across the river, and when will it return after going through thousands of mountains and rivers?

The sound of autumn brings the rustling leaves, but don’t ring the corner of the city!

When the floating clouds cover the moon and make it unclear, who can pull the Yangtze River and wash it away to make the sky blue?"

At this thought, many people among the officials were amazed.

Uncle Xie Fang showed a smile on his face and nodded slightly, "This poppy song is very good. Autumn is sad, but I don't know where the sadness comes from. So I blame the west wind, fear the horns, and hate the clouds covering the moon. In short, they are all

Indescribable melancholy. This poem vividly captures the sadness of autumn on the page. It is truly an excellent work, especially for such a short period of time. It is even more rare and very good!"

Such praise was due to his support for Zhao Heyun, but his lyrics were indeed very good, and officials all recognized him for this.

Even Zhao Mengqi couldn't help but look at Zhao Heyun twice. Although he could only copy poems, he still had the ability to appreciate them.

Zhao Mengguan secretly made a comparison with himself, and began to feel angry. He did not expect that there would be Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in this competition, and no one was easy.

Soon, the rating came out, Mikami!

Zhao Heyun couldn't hide his joy. Today he finally encountered what he was best at, and he finally came forward for once.

The Imperial Attendant cleared his throat and said, "Zhao Menghao scrolls, poems, rivers and mountains block the wind,

I woke up bored and leaned against the steering tower, looking at the road to the west of Qutang.

The huge waves in the Yangtze River bring tears to the eyes, and the west wind blows all the way through the night."

Hey! This poem is pretty good!

The officials were surprised again. They did not expect that there would be two talented men among the clan members.

Uncle Xie Fang was also full of surprise and joy. He knew Zhao Heyun to some extent before, but Zhao Mengqi was an unknown person before.

"The language of this poem is wonderful, the metaphor is fresh, euphemistic and implicit. It embodies emotions in the scenery. The scenes blend. The long road, tears, huge waves, west wind, and white heads. These images exaggerate the desolate and sad atmosphere, as well as the feeling of longing. If not

You are still a young man, and some of your poems even contain a sense of world-weariness. Haha, young people need to be high-spirited."

This detailed comment and sincere teaching made Zhao Menghao feel grateful, and he bowed and saluted, "I am a late-born boy, thank you for your guidance."
Chapter completed!