After everyone in the hall calmed down, no one knew who would come out next to show off. A tall and thin middle-aged official in the crowd said in a loud voice: "Everyone knows that there are young talents in the capital, and the top spot should be given to the rising stars."
Bao Zheng glanced at the official and knew that he was one of the people who came to Kaifeng Mansion to cause trouble in the morning, and he must be an accomplice of Ding Wei. After hearing what he said, everyone present asked: "Who is the most talented young man in the capital?" []
The middle-aged official pretended to be mysterious and said: "The young master of Mr. Ding's family is a talented scholar, well-read, and well-known in the capital for his strategy. The younger generations in the city call him Little Zhuge. He is definitely worthy of this young talent. title."
After the middle-aged official finished speaking, everyone in the hall nodded in agreement. Those who agreed, this was partly because of Ding Wei's high position and authority, and partly because Ding Zaixin was quite famous in the capital.
Bao Zheng looked around the hall and saw Ding Zaixin in the hall. There were so many guests just now that Bao Zheng didn't notice this person. Maybe he didn't walk around the front yard at the beginning. If he met this person from the beginning, I'm afraid there would be a conflict in the front yard. However, today I only saw Ding Zaixin and a few noble gentlemen, but not Liu Jiwu. I thought that coming here was a grand event for literati, but Liu Jiwu was just a martial artist, so it was inappropriate to come here. Moreover, since his younger brother was going to be questioned about beheading in three days, he definitely had no intention of joining in the fun.
At this time, Ding Zaixin folded the folding fan in his hand and smiled at the literati present: "How dare I show my embarrassment in front of the seniors in the literary world. But since no one is willing to be the first to come out. People, the juniors will come out and do some graffiti and be a clumsy pioneer."
After Ding Zaixin finished speaking, he walked to the square copywriting table in the middle, took a pen and walked back and forth in front of the copywriting desk for a few steps, looked at the guests in the hall, thought for a moment, and wrote an article on the paper.
Someone who had done something good already read the chapter:
The elegant hall with carved balustrades and jade terraces is a place where you can drink wine and drink together to be intoxicated. The music and wind are pure and beautiful, and the pen is full of stars, imitating the literary immortals.
As soon as Ding Zaixin¡¯s poem was read out, bursts of cheers immediately arose. The ancient Cao Zhi was already a genius when he wrote a poem in seven steps. Ding Zaixin wrote a poem in less than seven steps, and the artistic conception and poetic flavor fit the scene very well. He is indeed worthy of the title of young talent.
After Ding Zaixin wrote, he did not return to the table. He looked at Bao Zheng with evil intentions. Bao Zheng was glanced at by him and already knew that he would not be able to escape the fate of being humiliated by him tonight.
Ding Zaixin clapped his hands and smiled and said: "I have long heard that there is a rising star in the capital. Not only is he valued by Master Kou Zhunkou, but also the Crown Prince is treated as a distinguished guest. Now he has never had any fame, but he has already held an important position in Kaifeng Mansion and received the emperor's favor. I am very proud for a while, and I am afraid that I will be the best among the younger generations in the future. To be praised by so many people, I think my literary talent must be amazing!"
There was a noble gentleman in the hall who was singing harmony with Ding Zaixin. The noble prince asked: "Master Ding, who is this popular person? Why don't you let everyone know about his talents?"
Ding Zaixin pretended to be mysterious and said with a smile: "This person is Bao Zheng, the general judge of Kaifeng Mansion who is sitting in the lower position today! Why don't we let us see what talents and learnings this influential man has? Mr. Bao, why don't you come up to the stage and compete with me? If you beat me, the nickname of Little Zhuge in the capital will be given to you, brother!"
As soon as Ding Zaixin said this, the guests in the hall were in an uproar. Ding Zaixin obviously wanted Bao Zheng to make a fool of himself. The literary style of the Song Dynasty was at its peak, and all the ministers in the court were born in the imperial examination. If Bao Zheng made a fool of himself at this literary event today, let alone being promoted to a higher position in the future, he would just want to do it. Even minor officials will be drowned in the spit of these literati and poets.
Just when Bao Zheng was about to respond, Wen Yanbo shook his head and said with a smile: "Brother Ding is amazingly talented. My master is indeed slightly better than you. But my master is not interested in nicknames. I am a disciple." I only learned three points of master¡¯s skills, but I really like this nickname, so I want to learn from him!¡±
When Bao Zheng saw that Wen Yanbo was going to take the lead for him, he was immediately happy and at ease. However, he knew in his heart that Wen Yanbo was just a delaying tactic. Ding Zaixin and the others would still make things difficult for him in the end. Now that Wen Yanbo had bought time, he must come up with a killing plan. Counter their tricks. Otherwise, your reputation will be ruined, and you will never be able to get involved in official circles in the future!
After Wen Yanbo went up, he glared at Ding Zaixin angrily. At a young age, he was neither humble nor arrogant. He walked up to the Sifang copywriter. Although he was not tall, he picked up the pen and wrote the next word without any thinking!
The elders in the literary world on the side looked at the words written by Wen Yanbo, but they were all in awe.
I saw the paper written:
Yu Linling scolded Mr. Ding
The leaves fall in the autumn wind, the fallen leaves know the autumn, the cold moonFrost and snow. In the hall of the wise king, I drink the mood of poetry, in the gentle place, whispering in the distant building. The long sleeves flicker the silver light, but they dance gracefully in the sky. The piano ripples in the night sky with anxiety, and the twilight sky is filled with sadness.
The dancing girl came to the Yage Pavilion, but unexpectedly she didn¡¯t meet a musical acquaintance! Who is drunk tonight? The writing is clear and the poetry is dull. This situation, this scene, is destined to be a masterpiece of poetry. If there should be an eternal poem, it can only be written by my master!
Everyone just watched the first half and couldn't help but applaud. After reading the second half of the poem, their expressions changed slightly. At first, I didn¡¯t know what the name of the word meant. After reading the next paragraph, I realized that this weird Wen Yanbo was mocking Ding Zaixin¡¯s poems as rubbish, and he didn¡¯t forget it. Brag about your master. Everyone had known for a long time that Wen Yanbo's master was Bao Zheng, and they couldn't help but look at Bao Zheng with strange eyes, wanting to see if Bao Zheng could write an eternal poem! Bao Zheng couldn't help but secretly scold Wen Yanbo for bragging too much, which made Bao Zheng feel even more stressed at this time.
At this time, Ding Zaixin on the side turned red after reading Wen Yanbo's words. He has always been praised as a leader by his elders, but today he was humiliated by someone younger than himself. How could he not be angry?
He immediately pointed at Wen Yanbo and said: "Ignorant boy, you accuse me of not being good at poetry, but you don't know what your master can write. Don't come up with three or five lines of limericks to make us laugh. "
Wen Yanbo replied in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "I can't say that my master's literary talents are superior to those in the field. Now there are countless masters in the field, such as the Eighth Prince, who has a noble writing style. The elders in the field are all literary giants. Naturally, master and I are very proud of ourselves." For example. But there are some people who are young and ignorant, but they think they are young talents, and they are arrogant about their talents, but they don¡¯t know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. Master has always taught me that being a human being requires humility. I know that my literary talent is not outstanding, but my master is definitely better than the one present. Some arrogant people are a hundred times more powerful. If my master's poems are compared with the self-proclaimed young talents' humble works, they will naturally be called poems of the ages!"
Wen Yanbo¡¯s words made Ding Zaixin tremble with anger. Ding Zaixin couldn't help but vent his anger on Bao Zheng with righteous indignation. He sneered and said to Bao Zheng: "Since Mr. Bao, my disciple, said that your literary talent is a hundred times that of me, I want to see your talent which is a hundred times better than mine." What does talent and learning look like? Seeing how calm and composed Mr. Bao is at this time, is it possible that he only has the ability to let a young child show off his authority?"