"What a topic!"
All the civil and military ministers clapped their hands and applauded.
The doctor from the Ministry of Rites walked up to the high platform with a smile on his face and shouted loudly.
"In the last round, Your Majesty has chosen the title "Frontier Fortress", and the time is two sticks of incense!"
The time for the last round of poetry writing was doubled.
Because the scholars who participated in the poetry meeting were already exhausted from the previous rounds and needed more time to think.
The final judge of the last round is not Kong Yingda, Yu Shinan and Chu Liang, but Li Shimin!
While Cui Shenji, Chen Lun, Liu Zijun and others were thinking hard, Wang Jian also closed his eyes and recalled the frontier poems.
After the incense burnt out, no one had started writing.
"Isn't this group of people exhausted by their talent?"
"Is it possible that they are under too much pressure to write poems when facing His Majesty and the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs?"
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"It would be a big loss if 10 people turn in blank papers!"
The people watching in the audience were all worried about the poet.
While everyone was talking in low voices, Wang Jian's eyes suddenly opened.
He grabbed the brush, filled it with ink, and started writing quickly.
When more than half of the second incense stick was burned, the other nine people started writing one after another.
Soon the two sticks of incense were burned out.
"Stop writing and retract the paper!"
When the doctor of the Ministry of Rites announced that the time was up, everyone had finished composing the poem.
The poems were initially reviewed by Kong Yingda, Yu Shinan and Chu Liang, and the three people decided on the ranking after discussion.
"Your Majesty, for the last 10 poems, I and three others have already made a preliminary assessment of the rankings. Please make a decision."
Kong Yingda presented the final round of 10 poems to Li Shimin.
"Yeah." Li Shimin began to read carefully.
After reading them all, Li Shimin handed the poem scroll to Changsun Wuji, Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui and Wei Zheng to read.
"Your Majesty, I think this ranking is very reasonable." Fang Xuanling took the lead and said.
"I agree." Changsun Wuji and others agreed one after another.
Everyone has the same opinion, Li Shimin said to the doctor of the Ministry of Rites.
"You recite these ten poems once, and then I will announce the ranking."
"I obey the order." The doctor of the Ministry of Rites took the poem scroll respectfully, and then read aloud.
"The first song No. 007 is called "Zhenbeiguan"."
"The brutal Turks knocked on the border and burned, killed and looted without interruption."
"The men of the Tang Dynasty were full of passion, and the tiger generals shook Beiguan."
After the doctor of the Ministry of Rites finished reading, a crowd of ministers applauded.
This poem is well written, leading people to move forward and join the army.Serve the country.
At present, the Tang Dynasty needs poems like this most to encourage young people to join the army and defend the frontier.
"The second song is composed by 038 and is called "Looking for the Marquis on the Fortress"."
"The flags are raised high, the horns sound, and the horses trample the Huns out of Yan Pass."
"If Feng Langjuxu died for his merits, why should he return his family in vain?"
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After reading the first nine poems, the Master of Rites only had the last poem left in his hand. poem.
After taking a look at the text above, he was stunned for a moment.
Then he raised his head in confusion and glanced at the 10 young talents in front of him.
This word looks like it was written by a child, and it is too ugly.
He coughed, stabilized his mind, and said loudly.
"The last poem was written by No. 666 and is called "Marching in the Army"!"
"The beacon light shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy."
" Yazhang bids farewell to the Phoenix Tower, and the iron cavalry circles the Dragon City. "The snow is dark and the flag paintings are withered, and the wind is full of drums."
"It is better to be a centurion." Scholar."
After reading the last poem, the generals didn't feel much in their hearts.
But in the hearts of Fang Xuanling, Wei Zheng, Wang Gui and other civil servants, this poem aroused enthusiasm in their hearts.
"It's better to be a centurion than a scholar!" Wei Zheng was so excited that his beard trembled.
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When the country was in danger, their literati also had the pride of holding spears in hand to resist the enemy's invasion.
Li Shimin heard the discussions on the left and right sides, he stood up with a smile and said energetically.
"Who is No. 007?"
"Your Majesty, the civilian is No. 007, Chen Lun of Jiangzhou Academy."
Li Shimin saw Chen Lun Wearing Qinglun on his head, he looked elegant and nodded with satisfaction.
"Congratulations on being the third flower. You wrote the poem "Zhenbeiguan" well."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Chen Lun said with joy on his face.
There were so many people participating in the poetry competition today, and being among the top three met his expectations.
"Who is No. 038?" Li Shimin asked next.
Liu Zijun's face was filled with joy. He strode forward and saluted Li Shimin respectfully.
"Your Majesty, the civilian number is No. 038, Liu Zijun of Luzhou Academy."
Liu Zijun tied his hair in a bun today, exuding a scholarly style.
Coupled with his fair and handsome face, it is easy to win people's favor.
"Congratulations on being ranked second. "The Search for the Marquis on the Fortress" has a profound artistic conception. I hope you can combine knowledge and action." Li Shimin nodded and said.
"Liu Zijun, a common man, will definitely live up to His Majesty's expectations."treat! "Liu Zijun was trembling with excitement.
Although he could not win the title, he was still ahead of Chen Lun from Jiangzhou Academy, and he was very satisfied.
In the audience, among the onlookers .
"Did Brother not win the top three? Why didn't I see His Majesty calling me brother? " Yaodan frowned, with a look of disappointment.
This place is too far from the high platform, and what Li Shimin said was not loud, so they could not hear the sound from the high platform.
Only when the surrounding imperial guards repeat it loudly can they know.
"What are you worried about? The leader must be your eldest brother. "Cheng Chumo said confidently.
He just copied two lines of poetry that Wang Jian said casually, and then he could enter the second round.
If Wang Jian was serious about composing poetry, how could he have any other poems? Others' survival.
Li Shimin held up the poem scroll in his hand, lowered his head and glanced at it, then looked in the direction of Wang Jian while suppressing a smile.
"Who is No. 666? "
Wang Jian's face turned red. Under the eyes of everyone, he took a step forward.
"Your Majesty, the minister is No. 666. "
"Wang Aiqing, congratulations on becoming the leader of this poetry meeting! "The smile on Li Shimin's face couldn't be suppressed at all.
Wang Aiqing is worthy of being an exporter of poetry. The four poems he wrote in the poetry meeting are all excellent.
"All It was cultivated well by His Majesty. "Wang Jian said with cupped hands, and patted Li Shimin's ass by the way.
Seeing Wang Jian win the first prize, Li Chengqian almost jumped up with joy.
When he returns to the palace, he must Telling Li Zhi this good news made her happy.
"The leader is not me! I’m not even in the top three! " Cui Shenji's face turned red with anger when he saw the proud Wang Jian.
He was very confident in his poems and thought he was no worse than the top three people.
"The judges I really don’t know how to appreciate it, and I missed a good poem written by my uncle. " Cui Shenji cursed in his heart.
The eyes he looked at Kong Yingda and the three others became unkind.
When Wang Gui saw that the leader was Wang Jian, he was not surprised at all. .
Why can’t the father and his son get away with this bastard who has suffered thousands of blows?
“Come here, read the top three poems to me. People listen. "Li Shimin gave the order to the doctor of the Ministry of Rites.
"I obey the order. "The doctor of the Ministry of Rites immediately went to make arrangements.
Li Shimin returned to his seat and said to Doulu Kuan, the Minister of Rites.
"After the poetry meeting, select the first 100 poems and get the things Posted in cities and towns, so that people can observe these fine poems. ”
“It’s Your Majesty. "Doulu Kuan stood up and bowed his hands respectfully.
Cheng Yaojin grinned and shouted loudly, "Your Majesty, ChiefWhat is the big reward? We all feel itchy in our hearts. "
Several princes and ministers looked at Li Shimin one after another.
The jackpot is the biggest attraction of this poetry meeting, and everyone comes for it.
Li Shimin stroked his short beard and nodded to Wang De behind him.
Wang De immediately stood up and said sharply
"Fourth to tenth. If you are famous, you will be rewarded with 10 pieces of silk and satin, and you can get started and learn the rituals in the province. ”
“Liu Zijun, who was second in the list, and Chen Lun, who was a top candidate, entered Zhongshu Province to study. If they perform well, they can be promoted to the rank of eight-level principal.” ”