"My Lord Hui, this song is written by Xie Lingyun, a famous scholar in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, who wrote "The Wind Entering the Pines". "Jing Rong replied confidently, "It's just that the piano master played a wrong tone in the fifth lunar month, and he should use the sound of feathers instead of the sound of Shang."

Sheng Siyun stretched her eyebrows, smiled happily, and nodded with satisfaction.

Jing Rong successfully passed the music test. As soon as he left, Mei Zihan walked into the hall.

"Tao Fu."

Sheng Sijun stood up and saluted respectfully, Mei Zihan nodded: "Have Prince Mu been here?"

"Here, it's just his achievements..." Sheng Siyun wanted to say something but stopped, and her expression was full of words.

Mei Zihan asked Mu Lifeng for the test paper. After reading it, her eyes sluggishly, and she obviously didn't believe it: "Have he not answered a single song?"

Sheng Sijun looked embarrassed, as if he was presenting the Grand Tutor to his answer sheet: "Yes, the officials thought the song we selected was too rare, and it was understandable that the young masters could not answer. The officials asked the prince to play the piano, but the prince's bullets were not satisfactory, and there were some mistakes."

Mei Zihan stopped talking and looked as secretive as she looked.

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Li Feng entered the Poetry Association, and Academician Fang Guozhen was waiting there with great anticipation.

The academicians of the Hanlin Academy have heard of the prince's talent and reputation in advance, so they can't wait to appreciate it.

"The prince is polite." Fang Guozhen said.

"Academician Fang is polite." Li Feng is so handsome that he returns the favor.

The test questions given by Fang Guozhen were different from those of Min Qiuye, so Li Feng asked Li Feng to choose invisible objects and improvise poems.

The breeze wandered around outside the hall for a while, a glossy color reflected in my eyes. Looking at the slightly desolate imperial city in the dusk, the words gradually brewed in my heart.

He walked to the front of the case, studied the ink and painted it calmly:

"The morning is full of hot summer, and the evening is in the imperial city." He dipped in ink from time to time and continued to write, "See the caress of the painting's hand..."

He was silently reciting this sentence in his heart, and was about to write it, but suddenly he paused, his thoughts moved secretly, and then he wrote "Seeing the Brushing Ding Qing Hand". He deliberately changed the word, but he had already expected what would happen in the future.

He finished writing the last sentence and finally became a poem:

"The morning is full of hot summer, and I enter the imperial city in the evening. When I see the blue hands brushing, the faint fragrance is timid in the evening breeze."

This poem describes the summer wind, invisible and colorless, but it makes everyone feel it.

After seeing this, Fang Guozhen looked at it, and his eyes were filled with appreciation and regret: "Criminal, do you still need to consider this poem?"

Lifeng is as calm as water: "No need."

Fang Guozhen smiled, nodded solemnly, and Li Feng bowed and left.

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The twenty-eight people who participated in the literary battle finished the exam one by one. All the academicians gathered together to present the test papers they had in their hands to the Taifu for a review. They wanted to select ten places to advance from them.

When Mei Zihan got Li Feng's poem, Fang Guozhen sighed repeatedly: "The quatrain of Prince Mu's feelings and artistic conception are very outstanding, but because of the word "Fu" in the third sentence, it violated a taboo. He should have used a slant tone, but he used a flat tone to mess up the rules and regulations, and failed. It's a pity, a pity..."

This is like a rat shit that ruins a pot of porridge. It should have become the essence of art, but it turns into a dregs in a blink of an eye.

All the literati and scholars here sighed for the wind, while Mei looked at the poem coldly, without saying a word, and was in a daze for a long time.

He wanted to go to Qingbai Pavilion to have a tea on the eve of the last day.

"I pay homage to the Empress."

"The Grand Tutor doesn't have to be too polite, please sit down."

Mei Zihan's etiquette was comprehensive: "I wonder if the empress summoned the empress to come, what should I discuss?"
Chapter completed!