Chapter 274 Continue to challenge

"Ha, Xiaoge Lao wants to write poetry, but now Wu Jie has left, even if he writes poetry, he can't compare with him." Li Li was very unhappy with these tones of the literati.

In his opinion, a few sour diced people are together, saying something that everyone doesn’t understand, and then comparing who is better. Isn’t this a joke? Where can we eat and drink and play money to make money come happily and fun?

"Little Pavilion Master, Wu Jie is just a small official. You are a great assistant to the cabinet. If you were placed in the previous dynasty, you would be the prime minister. Is it possible to fight him?" He was stimulated by the 200,000 taels of silver. Li Li had a crush on Yan Shifan and spoke casually.

There is no real friendship in the officialdom. However, if two officials have been greedy for money together, the relationship will be very different, and it is somewhat like comrades who have been on the battlefield together.

After hearing this, Yan Shifan sneered in his heart: What is Wu Jie's identity? You know, no. This man first studied in the Lu Mansion, and later served by the emperor. Today he came out of Concubine Li's beauties, and obviously he had collusion with the royal mansion. With this ability to do business, there was no other person in the entire Ming Dynasty. He was the only one who passed the Jinshi and entered the officialdom, and he would be able to do so in the future. However, Li Li didn't know such a high-level matter, and he was too lazy to talk to him.

However, Li Li poured some water into the inkstone and diligently polished a pond of ink for Yan Shifan: "We don't understand the poems of you scholars. Since the little master suddenly became interested, he naturally wrote very well."

Yan Shifan had just accomplished a big thing, and he was proud of himself, and suddenly there was a turbulence in his heart. Suddenly, a passion burst out, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

He nodded to Li Li, picked up his pen, and wrote in the simplicity of the storm: The autumn wind rises northwest, blowing my wandering clothes. Where does the floating clouds come from? How can I know that it is not my hometown...

He wrote this poem very emotionally, and he felt that the pen in his hand was swimming on the paper without control. And those poems seemed to have been gushed out of his heart without thinking.

This poem is actually very different from his previous style, and it also has a mysterious texture.

In an instant, Yan Shifan was a little intoxicated by the artistic conception of this poem.

While writing, he said to Li Wei and Li Li with a smile: "In today's competition, Wu Jie was lucky enough to defeat Yan Shifan. Lord Li, this happened in the Li Mansion. I hope the two of you will spread the news."

Li Li was very puzzled: "Donglou, you lost today, why did you reveal that you lost?" After everyone said so long, it became more and more enthusiastic. He directly called Yan Shifan's word.

Yan Shifan was not relieved and smiled faintly: "It's okay, just say that I, Yan, lost a game tonight. However, the poem Wu Jie was just prepared in advance, and it may not be an old work, or it has been modified and deleted countless times. I was not convinced and wanted to continue to compete with him until the winner was decided in the end."

Indeed, he lost badly today. But if he just admits defeat, would he still have a reputation in the Shilin?

There was a conventional rule in the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty: No one can be an official unless he is a Jinshi, and no one can enter the cabinet unless he is a Hanlin.

Yan Shifan is now an assistant minister in the cabinet, covering the sky with one hand. But he is a scholar and a scholar from the Imperial College, and he is a non-stop student. He is neither a Jinshi nor a Hanlin official, so he does not take up either of these two items.

The reason why I became an assistant minister was not because of my father's support and the strength of the party.

Even so, Yan Shifan is now the leader of the scholars, with his first-hand poetry, green lyrics, and moral articles unattainable. It is precisely because he has great fame in the literary world that even if he enters the cabinet, others will not be able to say anything. He does have this talent.

But now, Yan Shifan's talent and reputation have been challenged by Wu Jie, which is shattered by the reasons and reasons for entering the cabinet.

If you cannot defeat Wu Jie in poetry, you will be unimaginable.

"Yes, this poem by Wu Jie must have been written before, and after a long period of modification, he was well prepared. He fought hastily but lost in his hands. If he continues, with my talent, Yan Shifan, he may not lose to him in the future. Just... don't give Wu Jie a chance to slowly modify and polish it. Yes, let's just write a new poem in one or two days, depending on how long Wu Jie can last. If you talk about the speed of writing poetry, who can compare to me in the Ming Dynasty? I don't believe that Wu Jie can write very well without any poem. Just one poem will make mistakes and immediately show its true form." Yan Shifan thought so in his mind, and he had an idea.

"It's even better..." Li Li curled his lips: "Okay, since Donglou said that, I'll spread your original words in the capital."

Li Wei, who had never spoken much, suddenly said, "Mr. Xiaoge, I have to admit that Wu Jie's lyrics are very well-made and can be passed down to later generations. I have also read many years books, and I am also amazed at the sentence "The willow bank, the morning breeze and the waning moon". Mr. Xiaoge, if you say something unpleasant and write it, how can you compare the lyrics of this song?"

Hearing this, Yan Shifan's hand trembled, and a drop of ink fell onto the paper. He felt a little panicked. Yes, Wu Jie's previous song "Yu Lin Ling" was really great. The first film was like a vivid picture slowly unfolding in front of him. When the next film was about, the desolate atmosphere and full emotions burst out violently after being set off by this picture, making people unable to control themselves and lost.

Such words really make people feel like they are admiring themselves!

If I continue to compete with him, how can I hide its light with this poem standing in front?

I suddenly felt depressed in my heart, and the thoughts of poetry were immediately broken in my heart. I just felt that there was a thousand pounds in my writing and I couldn't continue writing.

A trace of cunning flashed in Li Wei's eyes. Now, as long as the Yuxi Palace is done, the Li family and Xiao Yan will be tied together. Seeing Yan Shifan so depressed, he was amused and wanted to help him.

He said, "Little Master, the so-called ruler has shortcomings, and inch has strengths. Tian Ji still knows how to play with his strengths and avoid his weaknesses."

Yan Shifan's heart moved and he turned to look at Li Wei: "Please continue talking, Mr. Li."

Li Wei nodded: "I have to admit that even if Wu Jie's lyrics are described as famous poems throughout the ages, it is not an exaggeration to describe them. However, writing poetry is different from writing lyrics. Some people do well in poetry, but the poems are not very good. For example, Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty wrote exquisite songs, but there are not many poems that have been passed down from later generations, and they are all ordinary works. Perhaps, the same is true for this Wu Jie. Ci emphasizes the beauty of lyrics and sentences, while poetry emphasizes parallelism and artistic conception."

Yan Shifan's body was shocked and his face showed joy.

He turned around and bowed to Li Wei, "I've been taught."

Yes, maybe this Wu Jie is just a well-written lyrics, but in poetry, I am afraid that I may not be able to compare with me.

Well, since this challenge was initiated by me, I have to follow my rules.

"Two Lords Li, please pass on someone's words and ask Wu Jie if he dares to compete with Yan Shifan in five-character and seven-character words."

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