MTL - The Alternate World Is Too Dangerous: I Hide In Reality And Rule!-Chapter 194 Preface to Tengwang Pavilion

  Chapter 194 Preface to Tengwang Pavilion

  The banquet at Tengwang Pavilion continued. Lin Ye didn't bother Wang Bo anymore, but sat there quietly drinking fine wine, waiting for Wang Bo to shine.

  The banquet is in full swing.

  The protagonist Yan Dudu came on stage, said some polite words, and finally pointed out the key points.

  In the fourth year of Tang Yonghui (653), Li Yuanying, the king of Teng, served as the governor of Hongzhou in the south of the Yangtze River, and built a pavilion in Hongzhou called "Tengwang Pavilion".

  In the second year of Tang Shangyuan (675), Yan Boyu, the governor of Hongzhou, rebuilt Tengwang Pavilion.

  Today, the Tengwang Pavilion was rebuilt. Yan Duduguang invited literati from the state to attend the banquet, and wrote a note to describe this grand event.

  It’s a bit similar to the fact that a modern tourist attraction has been built and opened to the outside world, and some writers are invited to collect and write poems to commemorate this great event.

   Dudu Yan made a speech, and the guests present were enthusiastic and began to meditate one after another. Some even stood up and walked back and forth, walking to the railing of the attic, looking for inspiration by looking at the beautiful scenery on the river.

   After a while, someone wrote a poem, which aroused applause.

  The one who dared to recite the poem first thought that he had already prepared it before coming, and he was quite confident in himself. The quality of this poem is indeed not bad.

Lin Ye can understand these literati. After all, not all of them are like Cao Zhi. They can compose poems in seven steps. Some poems are so-called improvisation. The poems I wrote when I was usually inspired will be displayed on the same day.

  Throwing bricks to attract jade, that's just a polite way of saying, the more you express it first, the more confident you are in yourself.

After the first literati recited the poems, several others also wrote out their "impromptu" poems. Lin Ye couldn't help feeling that it was the literati who could attend Yan Dudu's banquet. The poems are all excellent, and some of them use allusions that he has never heard of.

  Lin Ye paid attention to Wang Bo, and found that Wang Bo was thinking about something with his head down. At the same time, he also found an interesting phenomenon, that is, the Dudu Yan looked at Wang Bo several times during the banquet.

  As the governor of a city, there were no less than thirty literati present, and Wang Bo was sitting in a corner. Logically speaking, he should not have attracted the eyes of this Dudu Yan so many times.

"You are all talents in my city of Hongzhou. Many of you have impressions. This way the judgment will be unfair. I have an idea. You can write down your poems and articles. I will watch your writing behind the screen. Excellent work, let’s choose a ranking.”

   "Mr. Yan's words are fair."

   "As expected of Mr. Yan, what you think is thoughtful."

A servant moved the screen from the side hall, and the maids cleared away the drinks on the long table, and spread out pens, ink, paper and inkstones. One of the maids accidentally touched Lin Ye with her arm when she was clearing Lin Ye's table. Her pretty face was slightly red, and her eyebrows were affectionate.

  Lin Ye: ...

  Wang Bo raised his head and glanced at Lin Ye. Lin Ye was a little embarrassed. It wasn't his fault that he was handsome.

   "Seeing that brother Lin is not in a hurry, it seems that there are hills and valleys in his chest."

  Wang Bo made way for Lin Ye, and the corner of Lin Ye's mouth twitched. It's not that I have a chest, I know that no one present can write about you, let alone write an article. It's easy to just watch the excitement.

   "I'm just here to join in the fun, and I don't plan to write articles. Brother Zi'an is very talented, let's leave it to Brother Zi'an to show off."

  Lin Ye stood up very consciously, and gave up the long table to Wang Bo. It was also an exciting thing to be able to witness the release of the Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion for the first time.

  Wang Bo was not too polite. He spread the paper on the long table, picked up the brush, looked at it for a while, and started to write.

   "Farewell Preface to Tengwang Pavilion of Denghong Mansion in Autumn"

   "The old county of Yuzhang, the new mansion of Hongzhou."

"it is good!"

  Lin Ye couldn't help applauding when he saw the first sentence that was the same as the preface to the Tengwang Pavilion he had learned.

As soon as the sound came out, Wang Bo's hands trembled in shock, and a few drops of ink dripped onto the paper. Lin Ye was very distressed when he saw it, and the people at the next table heard Lin Ye's applause, and they all surrounded him curiously. come over.

   "The old county of Yuzhang, the new mansion of Hongzhou, what's so good about it, isn't it just the name of the place?"

   "Pretentiously surprised, do you understand the article?"

Facing the questions from the onlookers, Lin Ye looked a little embarrassed. These two sentences were really not very good, but what happened next was exciting. He immediately looked at Wang Bo. Wang Bo also looked at Lin Ye with a strange expression, stabilized the nib of his pen, and continued. It wrote: "The stars are divided into wings and the ground is connected to Henglu. The three rivers lead the five lakes, and the wild Jing leads to Ouyue. Wuhua Tianbao, Longguang shoots at the market of Niudou; outstanding people, Xu Ru under Chen Fan's couch. "

   After writing this paragraph, the expressions of the audience changed, from disdain at the beginning to serious expressions.

"Xiongzhou is in the fog, and the stars are brilliant. The Taiwan God rests on the friendship between Yi and Xia, and the host and guest enjoy the beauty of the southeast. The governor Yan Gong's elegant look, the halberd is coming; Friends are like clouds; thousands of miles are welcome, and guests are full of guests. Rising dragons and phoenixes are the poets of Meng Xueshi; Zidian Qingshuang is the arsenal of general Wang. The king of the family is the master, and the road is famous; how does the boy know, bowing to the victorious farewell."

   Immediately afterwards, Wang Bo finished writing these few sentences in succession.

  All the onlookers gasped.

  This article, this content...

  Looking at the dumbfounded expressions of the onlookers, Lin Ye smiled inwardly. He was shocked, and even more shocked was yet to come.

  If the first part of the Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng is majestic, then the next part, Wang Bo uses this article to express the plot and his inspirational words may shock you to death.

   "But someone writes a good article?"

  Yan Dudu behind the screen also learned of the movement outside from his subordinates, and immediately a servant came over, transcribed the content written by Wang Bo, and passed it to Yan Dudu.

  "Ten days of vacation, there are many victorious friends; thousands of miles are welcome, full of guests, good, good!"

  Yan Dudu's hearty laughter came from inside the screen, and the next moment Lin Ye saw Yan Dudu coming out from behind the screen and walking towards Wang Bo's table.

   "The plot is wrong."

Lin Ye looked at Dudu Yan who came out. According to historians, Dudu Yan was actually trying to praise his son-in-law at the banquet at the Tengwang Pavilion, but Wang Bo came out to spoil the situation. Even if Dudu Yan wanted to praise his son-in-law , but there is nothing that can be done under Wang Bo's Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng.

  In the face of an absolute gap in literary talents, power is invalid.

  This article is good, but it hasn't reached the best place yet, and Dudu Yan gave up?

  At this time, Wang Bo turned a blind eye to the surrounding crowd, his eyes were only on the paper in front of him, and he wrote vigorously.

"The time is September, and the preface belongs to the third autumn. The water is exhausted and the cold pool is clear, the smoke is condensed and the mountains are purple. The scorpion is on the road, and the scenery is in Chong'a... The clouds disappear after the rain, and the colorful area is bright. The sunset Flying together with the lone duck, the autumn waters are the same color as the sky. The fishing boat sings at night, and it resounds on the shore of Peng Li;

"Wow! The fortunes are uneven, and the fate is too many. Feng Tang is old, and Li Guang is hard to be named. Qu Jiayi is in Changsha, so there is no holy master; if Liang Hong is in Haiqu, there is no time for it? It depends on the gentleman who sees the opportunity and knows the fate. When you are old and strong, you would rather move the heart of the white head; if you are poor and stronger, you will not fall into the blue sky...!

   "Bo, three feet of life, a scholar..."

   Hiss!

  Lin Ye could already hear the gasps of many literati present.

  Wang Bo's Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion completely shocked them. Although this article was not written by himself, Lin Ye felt quite honored.

   "This... this article is amazing."

   "The name lasts forever, and the name must last forever!"

  There was an elderly man whose body was already trembling with excitement.

   "It's okay to die at night after hearing about Taoism. If you can see a peerless article published, and you can see it with your own eyes, I will die without regret."

   "Congratulations to Yan Dudu, congratulations to Yan Dudu, for this excellent article, today's feast will surely be famous forever."

   There were also people who reacted quickly after being shocked, and flattered Yan Dudu first.

  This article mentioned Yan Dudu, and such an article must be famous forever, so Yan Dudu, who hosted this banquet, must also be famous forever.

  This is the charm of poetry articles.

Just like Li Bai's gift to Wang Lun, and Master Cen and Dan Qiusheng in "Jian Jin Jiu", what these few did was to invite Li Bai to eat and drink, and because of this, their names were known to later generations with Li Bai's poems .

In addition, Yan Dudu is different from these passers-by. Yan Dudu is a high-ranking official, and the historical records can be queried. When people talk about the preface of Tengwang Pavilion, they will definitely mention Yan Dudu, the organizer of the game. The descendants of Yan Dudu can even rely on this to eat.

Of course, the ancients might not have thought that far, but Lin Ye knew that there were such people in reality, because their ancestors had a close relationship with a certain celebrity, and it just so happened that if the celebrity had no descendants, these people would serve as the celebrity. The lecturers of the former residence and the like can also live a very nourishing life.

   Dudu Yan was very happy. After Wang Bo finished the whole Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Okay, it's really a good article. Such a literary talent must not be unknown. Dare to ask the little brother's name?"

   "Wang Zi'an, a native of Longmen."

   "But the capital prodigy Wang Bo?"

  Some people in the crowd exclaimed, and then some people read, "Could it be that Wang Zian who wrote and sent Du Shaofu to Shuzhou?"

   "There is a confidant in the sea, and the world is like a neighbor. This poem has been hanging in the study to and fro."

  Listening to the words of the people around him, Wang Bo said very modestly: "If there is no second Wang Zian, then it will be next."

   "Sure enough, he is a great writer. I can see you today, and he is even more famous."

Lin Ye looked at Wang Bo, who was surrounded by everyone, but his attention fell on Yan Dudu. Yan Dudu was very happy, but Lin Ye always had a feeling that Yan Dudu was not particularly excited. , as if he had anticipated this scene in advance.

   Then, of course, everyone surrounded Wang Bo and Yan Dudu to flatter them. The maidservants once again served fruit and wine, and a group of literati began to drink and have fun, shuttling among the beautiful maidservants...

  Looking at this scene, Lin Ye could only let out a long sigh.

   That's all, let's do as the Romans do.

  …

  …

  After the noon banquet.

   "Captain, Zi'an is going to visit his father in Jiaozhi, so he will take his leave first."

   "I wanted to keep Mr. Wang for a few more days, but doing good things comes first. Since Mr. Wang is going to visit his father, the governor will not keep him."

  Yan Dudu personally sent Wang Bo to the ship, and then a servant sent a package and put it on the ship, and Wang Bo did not refuse.

  The boss of the boat started rowing, seeing the boat getting farther and farther away from Tengwang Pavilion, until it finally disappeared in the distance by the river, and the smile on Yan Dudu's face also disappeared.

   "My lord, that old **** is really good at predicting things."

   "What a fairy, but..."

Yan Dudu stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, and said after a while: "But since we have reached a deal with Ben Dudu, Ben Dudu can't keep his word. You ordered the yamen to prepare for the worship ceremony, um, let's say this year The autumn water is flooding, and the governor wants to worship the river **** and pray for good weather for the people of Hongzhou."

   "Okay, little one, let's take care of it."

  …

  …

  On the boat that had already left, Wang Bo was a little surprised when he saw Lin Ye appearing in front of him.

   "How come Brother Lin is on my boat?"

   "If I hadn't been on your boat, I'm afraid your life would be in jeopardy soon."

  Lin Ye's words stunned Wang Bo: "Brother Lin, why did you say that?"

"You said that you met the immortal old man yesterday and asked you to come to Hongzhou with a long distance and write an article that will last forever. Why did the immortal old man send you to Hongzhou, and it happened that Yan Dudu held a banquet in Tengwang Pavilion again? That's the way it is. Is it a coincidence?"

  Lin Ye looked at Wang Bo playfully, Wang Bo's face showed a thoughtful look, and after a while, he said: "Brother Lin means, between the fairy old man and Yan Dudu..."

   "One is asking for eternal fame, and the other is asking for incense and offerings. It's just that each gets what he gets."

Wang Bo understood what Lin Ye meant, and said, "I understand Brother Lin's meaning. The Dudu Yan rebuilt the Tengwang Pavilion and asked for an article to be famous through the ages. The fairy old man wanted to use Dudu Yan to win the incense of the people of Hongzhou, but this It is a win-win situation, and I can also use the magic power of the old man to meet my father sooner."

   "I'm afraid you won't be able to see your father, and you will only end up in this river."

  When he was in school, Lin Ye also joked with his classmates. Most of those artists were poor during their lifetime, and their works became popular after their death. What is the reason?

  If these artists are still alive, their works are not orphans, and merchants dare not hype them. Only the works of dead artists are valuable.

  This principle is also applicable to Wang Bo.

  The Preface to the Pavilion of the Prince of Teng is undeniably a peerless article, but what makes the Preface to the Pavilion of the Prince of Teng so sought after by future generations of scholars is undeniable that Wang Bo died young, and the Preface to the Pavilion of the Prince of Teng became Wang Bo’s last masterpiece.

   But this is just icing on the cake for the Dudu Yan. Wang Bo's life and death has nothing to do with him, but someone is greedy.

  Looking at the three-foot-high literary spirit behind Wang Bo at this moment, to be honest, Lin Ye felt that he was also tempted.

  Confucian energy is a very special kind of energy, which can be transformed into merit, incense, and spiritual power.

   This is after Dong Zhongshu proposed the unity of heaven and man, the Confucian style also has this characteristic, and it was able to be respected by hundreds of schools at the beginning.

  PS: I took my daughter-in-law to check during the day today. After checking for a day, it was delayed. There will be an update in the early hours of the morning.

  (end of this chapter)