The principles in Qin Guan’s poem are appropriate, and it can be said that it explains the greatest benefits of reading.

Thousands of millet, golden house, and beautiful women, covering food, money, beauty and status. It is clear that all scholars are told that studying and getting fame is an excellent way to a winner in life. Only after passing fame can you get wealth, beauty and status.

These are the greatest temptations for scholars.

At this time, someone said: "There are countless people who catch son-in-law under the list every year. Once they are in the top scorer, they are in line with Yunyun. When Prince Yun caught son-in-law Tanhua, it is said that the dowry reached one million yuan, which is a beautiful story for a while! Isn't it just that there is a Yan Ruyu in the book and the free golden house in the book?"

Someone said, "I won't say that it's far away. When Brother Lin Hong passed the imperial examination, three or four major businesses came to him. The highest one was willing to marry a dowry of 200,000 yuan. Brother Lin Hong's wife and concubines were beautiful, and his family wealth was worth a fortune in one day. It was really enviable for others."

A white-faced scholar next to him smiled on his face, with a little smugness, obviously he had been having a very comfortable time.

After listening to Qin Guan’s two poems, Chen Yichen sighed at Qin Guan: “Brother Shaoyou, fortunately, I said my poems in advance, otherwise I would have to hold them back.”

"It's not that exaggerated. Brother Xingwen, you are the Jieyuan of the Provincial Examination. I am the last one. Poetry is just a matter of elegance. The classics and principles are the right path to the imperial examination. I am still far from this." Qin Guan said modestly.

As the chief examiner of this year, Xie Mingtang can be said to be the teacher of this group of students. He also admires Qin Guan very much, especially the article "The Fu of Mixed Things". He always takes it out and read it in the past few days.

Qin Guan just said that there were three poems, but now he has written two of them. He couldn't wait and asked, "Qin Guan, don't let everyone wait, speak the third poem."

Xie Xueshi's words, and the chatting of others became lowered. Qin Guan bowed slightly to Xie Xueshi, and then said, "The students were confused when they were studying and had some insights, so they made this poem and asked the teacher to give me some advice."

Then he read a poem: "The ancients learned without any effort, and they were able to achieve their skills in their youth. They were always shallow in their knowledge, and they had to practice it in their own way."

This third poem is obviously different from the previous two. The previous two can be said to reveal a young man's spirit and spirit, but this second poem is much more mature.

Xie Mingtang stroked his short beard and nodded, "It is never easy to do knowledge. We really need to learn from the spirit of the ancients' hard work and study. We should develop good study habits when we were young, and do our best to lay a solid foundation so that we can achieve a career in the future."

Lynch sighed: "A sentence 'It's always shallow to know what you get on paper' can definitely make this poem pass on to future generations."

Chen Yao, the Minister of Rites, looked at Qin Guan and said, "I really think that reading poems should be called "speaking poems for learning". This poem is to tell everyone to take advantage of their youth and seize the good times to work hard, and not let their youth be wasted."

Chen Yao looked at Qin Guan with a smile and said, "Brother Qin Zhang gave birth to a good son. Such a poetic talent will definitely become famous in the future."

When Qin Guan heard Chen Yao mention his father's name, he quickly bowed and Qin Wei, who was beside him, also got up to salute.

At this time, Cui Xuezheng laughed and said, "Qin Guan and Qin Wei, a two-year juren in the Qin Mansion, is also a blessing."

Everyone started to eat, drink and chat. After a few rounds of drinking, Lynch stood up and said, "Three days will be the Mid-Autumn Festival. At that time, the Hangzhou Prefecture Association will hold this year's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting. All the students here are invited. Today we are gathered here. It is better to warm up the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting in advance and write a Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting."

Others will naturally respond.

At this time, Cui Xuezheng's eyes were reincarnated with an idea, and he said loudly: "I think it's better to write the poems and appreciate them together."

No one objected to this proposal, and Wangyuelou quickly prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Chen Yichen was now convinced by Qin Guan's poetry. He looked at Qin Guan and asked, "Brother Shaoyou, there are Mid-Autumn Festival poems."

"Does Brother Xingwen have it?" Qin Guan asked.

"I prepared for the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting before, but I want to take a look at Brother Shaoyou's poems first, because I'm afraid that my poems will be taken out and made a fool of myself." Chen Yichen sighed.

"You are the number one talented man in Hangzhou, and you can say this to death." Qin Guan said.

Chen Yichen glared at Qin Guan, "Because of you, my poems have been dead for several years."

Qin Guan smiled and spread his hands, expressing helplessness.

I have the poems and essays of countless elite literary masters in the future for thousands of years, and all I have taken out are the finest items left over from the sand that have been settled for thousands of years. If this is not outstanding, then everyone else will be blind.

Are the others blind? Obviously not, so no one can stop Qin Guan’s path to show off.

Qin Guan was not hiding his weakness. While other students were still brewing poems, Qin Guan stood up and walked to the table, picked up his pen and wrote down the word.

Cui Xuezheng kept staring at Qin Guan. Seeing Qin Guan start writing poetry, he stood up quietly and moved towards Qin Guan. However, he found that the prefect Lin Qi followed him.

"Brother Lin, I'll be responsible for chanting, so don't bother Brother Lin." Cui Xuezheng said.

Lynch's face remained unchanged and said, "This is the Lu Ming Banquet held by my Hangzhou Prefect. Of course, I will chant and the rules."

The two of them stared at each other and walked behind Qin Guan in no particular order.

At this time, Qin Guan was only half written, but when the two saw the half of the poem, they were fixed on the spot.

"When will the bright moon come, I ask the blue sky with wine. I don't know what year it will be today. I want to ride the wind, but I am afraid that the jade building and jade pagoda are cold at high places. I dance and play with the clear shadows, and it seems like I am in the world."

A kind of bright moon in the sky, loneliness and distant artistic conception is vividly displayed on the paper, making both of them fascinated.

Qin Guan's pen was like flying, and he read the second half with a stroke.

"Turn the red pavilion, lower the beautiful house, shine without sleep. There should be no hatred, so why should we be far away? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, and this matter is difficult to be complete in the past. I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away."

As soon as the second half of the text was finished, Lynch and Cui Shanfu shouted at the same time: "It's wonderful, it's really wonderful, it's amazing."

The two of them shocked everyone in Wangyue Tower, and everyone couldn't help but look over.

Cui Shanfu stepped forward and wanted to reach out to take the poem, but the half-extended hand was grabbed from behind.

Lynch said: "Brother Cui, this is the Lu Ming Banquet held by my Hangzhou Prefecture, so I should be there."

Cui Shanfu was unmoved, "I am always in charge of Jiangnan literature, so it is more appropriate for me to read these trivial matters in reading poetry."

"Brother Cui is a guest."

"I'm willing to do it for you."

Although both of them were talking politely, no one could tell that the two were arguing with their teeth.

Are you arguing about Qin Guan’s poems? What good poems did Qin Guan write that made the two adults lose their composure?

At this moment, Xie Mingtang couldn't stand it anymore. In front of the juren at Lu Ming Banquet, how could the two court officials be so inappropriate? "You don't have to make any more money, let me read it."
Chapter completed!