Chapter 329: Palace Examination Five

Amid the drums and music, six running script tribute students slowly entered the hall, one of which was Cai Lun. They saluted each other. After Zhao Ji gave him a seat, Cai Lun raised his eyes and glanced at Zhao Ji, and was so scared that he was out of his mind.

The official family in front of me was the Wang Xianggong who was provoked by him in the Suiya Mountain Room! At this moment, Zhao Ji looked at Cai Lun with a smile. Cai Lun felt like an electric shock, immediately lowered his head, his heart was in a mess.

Who would have thought that a husband in Suiya Mountain House was a son today, but Cai Lun was hit hard that day, and became angry and provoked the emperor without knowing that he was so arrogant.

When Zhao Ji saw Cai Lun, his face calmly said, "I will use winter as the theme. Let's do this to run a running script."

The painting exam has been delayed a lot of time just now, and it is still half an hour before noon. According to principles, two exams must be conducted in the morning and two more in the afternoon. Zhao Ji was already very happy to see Chen Ao painting, and he was a little tired at this time.

The test questions have been published, and both the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are ready-made. Seven tribute students have raised their pens one after another, and dare not delay.

Cai Lun bit his lip and couldn't help thinking in his heart that the emperor had not given any guilt, probably because of his great-grandfather's face. So he cheered up and thought that the Pope must look at his methods today. The emperor loved running script and painting. If he wanted to make him feel good, he could only write a top-quality running script this time. After reading it, if the emperor felt happy, the hostility buried in his heart would naturally be greatly reduced.

Cai Lun had made up his mind and developed infinite confidence. After being humiliated by arrogance and humiliation last time, he stopped going to the Imperial College to study. When he returned home, he studied calligraphy with great thoughts. The Cai family was a master of calligraphy. Not only was his great-grandfather's running script unique, but his collection of calligraphy was also dazzling. Cai Lun was originally a very talented person. In just a few months, his calligraphy had made great breakthroughs.

Although Cai Lun is not as powerful as his great-grandfather, he should not be underestimated.

He calmed down and held the pen without distraction, pondered for a moment, and wrote a poem: "The fragrance of snow falls all over the sky and falls in the mountains, the flowers and grass ponds are laughing and noisy. Sima's blue shirt is covered with plain clothes, and the love is melting with jade feathers and drunk with cloud paper."

This poem is not beautiful in its artistic conception, and it is better to be written in a short time. From this, it can be seen that Cai Lun's thinking is still relatively quick. Just think about it briefly, a poem will be born. Although the whole poem is just a description of the scenery, it also roughly reveals a word in the test question.

He felt a little satisfied. After picking up the pen, he immediately finished the work. The whole running script was flying and flying. He no longer sticks to the style of Cai's calligraphy, but also adds a bit of free and unrestrained style. Although it is free and easy, it is not without delicacy. Cai Lun looked at the running script and felt satisfied. In fact, in the last calligraphy trial, he deliberately hid his shortcomings. On the one hand, it made Chen Ao arrogant; on the other hand, it was necessary to cooperate with a plan of great-grandfather.

Compared with his calligraphy, this running script has a bit more spirit and adds a bit of the stable and calm charm of Cai's calligraphy.

As soon as Cai Lun put down his pen, he heard someone in his ears amazed. He looked up and saw Chen Ao still writing quickly. The official family had already gotten off the Golden Palace at some point, moved a small brocade plunger and sat opposite Shen Ao, looking at Chen Ao's running script and applauded.

Zhao Ji obviously lost sight of it, and sometimes said, "This poem is well written, but it is so arrogant. I think it is more appropriate to change the north wind and the north wind and the north wind and the north wind and the sorrow are changed?"

Chen Ao lowered his head to write, but ignored him. He couldn't help but wonder, was it your emperor's old man writing a poem or your master writing a poem? Go cool! These words cannot be said, but the intimate complaints in his heart are inevitable. The poem he wrote is called "The End of the Year", and the whole poem is short sentences: I can't sleep when I am worried, and it is hard to fall down this night. The bright moon shines on the snow, the north wind is strong and sad. The transport is not flooded, and the passing of the year is already urged.

The whole poem is extremely desolate. Although the poem describes winter, it is a poem that touches the end of the year, and time is in a quiet night. In this "one year is about to end", the poet is full of deep worries, tossing and turning, and deeply feels that the long night is like endless. The beginning of the poem uses the inability to sleep at night to reveal the depth of sorrow, and uses the word "suffer" to convey the torture of being unable to bear the long sleep of the night. However, the connotation of "sadness" is not clear.

The three or four lines are what the poet who is worried and sleepless in the evening. Under normal circumstances, the bright moon is a clear and soft object. The image of the bright moon in the poem is usually associated with a quiet and leisurely mentality; even sadness is often a faint sadness. However, the scene of the bright moon shining on the boundless snow is completely different from the soft and clear, quiet and leisurely. The white snowy white gives people a sense of coldness, and with the reflection of the bright moon, the snow light and the moonlight shine together, revealing a cold and cold blue-white brilliance, giving people a feeling of high and coldness. The whole sky and earth seem to be filled with cold light and ice and snow. This is a typical beauty of darkness. This sentence mainly describes the cold and vastness of the night of the evening from the perspective of color.

The next sentence turns to the hearing from the evening of the year from the perspective of hearing. The "power" of the "northern wind" reveals the rapidity of the wind, the shrill sound of the wind and the coldness of the wind. The second word "sad" is not only like the shrill whimpering sound of the north wind, but also reveals the poet's subjective feelings. The two sentences respectively describe the high, bleak, cold and desolate night of the evening of the year from the perspective of the winter night. As a description of the scene of the winter night, it is indeed a typical "direct search", which is completely a direct and real feeling of the scene in front of the eyes. Because it captures the typical scenery and realm of the winter night, it gives people a very deep impression.

The last sentence is more classic, "There is no flood, and the year is gone, and the year is gone." Fortune means the movement of the year and the seasons change. With the movement of time and the seasons, all scenery cannot stay for a long time, and people's years disappear quickly. On this evening of the year, I feel that my life is also ruthlessly urging. The years expressed in these two sentences are not the same as the passing of years. This feeling does not flow into a low mourning, but appears vigorous, open, and dignified.

When writing a poem, it means that simply describing scenery is the simplest. You just need to pile up the prosperous words. Using scenery to express emotions is the best way to express poetry. Chennai's whole poem is full of sadness that the years urges people. Using the meaning of winter nights, people create a sense of bleak feelings.

As for running script, Chen Ao is even more skilled. The first line adopts Dong Qichang's brushwork. Dong Qichang relies on his profound understanding of the gains and losses of ancient calligraphy and painting techniques, absorbs the methods of many schools, and uses his own style to express his brushwork according to his own intentions and integrates changes, achieving the realm of his own family style. Dong Qichang's running script pursues a plain and innocent style, paying attention to the ink rhyme, with clear and elegant ink color, clumsy and elegant. Therefore, when Chen Ao wrote the first line of poetry, Zhao Ji was unconsciously intoxicated and couldn't help but applaud. He compared his running script with the font in front of him, and suddenly felt that this font was better than his thin gold style.

The second line of characters, Chen Ao, has a style of writing, using Su Shi's small regular script. Su Shi's regular script is easy and fluent, bold and free. I don't know how many later generations have copied it, but in Zhao Ji's opinion, Chen Ao's techniques are the most exquisite. Seeing this running script, it feels like seeing the original works of Su Shi, which makes people fascinated.

The third line uses Huang Tingjian's strange and thin style of writing. He puts his pen with a sigh of relief.

"Okay, you can be the first in the calligraphy exam!" Zhao Ji was so excited that he was stunned for a moment and said something he shouldn't have said. When he came to his senses, he found himself speechless, coughed, and said seriously: "Shen Gongsheng's running script is like a ghost and a god. I ask you, where did you learn this running script?"

It’s okay to copy Su Shi and Huang Tingjian. Although the copying was excellent, it was still a fake after all. However, the font of Dong Qichang was something that Zhao Ji had never seen before. He already believed in his heart that this was a font created by Chen Ao. The little boy could make a unique appearance in running script and open up a path that had never been seen before. How could Zhao Ji not be surprised?

Chen Ao just smiled, but did not answer Zhao Ji immediately.

Zhao Ji couldn't help but think that since he didn't answer, it must be because he didn't have a teacher's teaching. Could it be that he could reach such a state? He was shocked and fell into deep thought. He then sat back to the imperial examination papers and taught people to take over the test papers one by one, but he couldn't feel energetic. Compared with Chen Ao's running script poems, these answers were not even as good as dirt in Zhao Ji's eyes. But when he saw Cai Lun's test papers, he couldn't help looking at Cai Lun with a hint of indescribable smile, and then passed by again.

Zhao Ji coughed, looked around, and felt extremely majestic, and said seriously: "You are very good at poetry and books. Please leave and be the decree." He suddenly said: "Ken Ao stays."

After the palace examination in the morning, the court officials and tribute students all left the palace walls, without mentioning their own meals; in this martial arts hall, only Zhao Ji, Yang Jian and Chen Ao were left.

Zhao Ji and Chen Ao looked at each other, and they had their own thoughts, while Yang Jian stood on one side with a smile.

Suddenly, Zhao Ji smiled comfortably, and Chen Ao also laughed, but Yang Jian couldn't laugh anymore. What's wrong with the official family and Shen Ao? Look at me, look at you, and I laughed at you, but Yang Jian felt a little redundant.

Zhao Ji said to Chen Aohe: "Young Master Chen is fine?"

Zhao Ji was not called Chen Ao, but Gongzi Chen. Chen Ao knew in his heart that he was talking to himself as a friend. Chen Ao was a free and easy person. Although accompanying the king was like a tiger, he called him a modern man, and a emperor on the left and a majesty on the right. He looked respectful in flattery, but he wanted his life. Damn, the emperor was called Brother Chen, why are you polite?
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