Early in the morning, Xu Hu came to the study room excitedly and saw that his brother was talking to his eleven or 2-year-old child, and he couldn't help but feel very surprised.

Xu Hao smiled and introduced: "This is Ma Yu, the nephew of his good friend Ma Fuyao. His ancestor was Ma Yuan, General Fubo of the Han Dynasty. His ancestor was a professor of Qingzhou Prefecture in the late Song Dynasty. He refused to serve in the previous dynasty and lived in Linqu. Since then, he has been a Confucian for six generations and mostly regards teaching as a career. The Ma family has had hidden virtues throughout the dynasty and is called a family of good deeds by villagers."

Xu Hu suddenly felt awe-inspiring and gave a deep salute to Ma Yu, and Ma Yu also gave a respectful salute. Xu Hao sighed in his heart. Just now, Xu Hai ignored Ma Yu's advice when he saw Ma Yu, and he could see a person's cultivation clearly from a small matter.

Nanjing Jilong Mountain was called Fengtai Mountain in the Ming Dynasty. It was the most famous mountain in Jiangbei, the 42nd blessing land of Taoism, and it was also a Buddhist holy land. Zhu Yuanzhang wrote a poem on "Climbing Jilong Mountain" and said: After hunting, the West Mountain was sitting on the flag, and one mountain was out of thousands of miles away. Cui Wei's huge rocks are like a pillar of heaven, and he is always aware of it every day.

For scholars, Fengtai Mountain is also a holy land of Confucianism, because the Imperial College is located here, and now there are nearly 10,000 students, attracting many international students from surrounding countries.

The group walked on the mountain road without walking on the Nantianmen where the incense was flourishing. Xu Hao knew that the ministers of the cabinet had always liked to gather in the canyons in the mountains in the hot summer. The ancient trees on both sides shone on the sun, the shrubs were lush, and the water in the canyon was scattered, which was very quiet and cool.

Under a pavilion, I met two friends of Xu Hu, both of whom were tribute students from the Imperial College. They were about the same age as Xu Hu, with a bookish look on their faces.

Among them, the scholar named Leng said: "Today, the wise men of the Yuhua Poetry Club set up a sport on the mountain. Why don't we go to see the grand event?"

Xu Hu agreed happily, and Xu Hao had no choice but to do anything about this, holding his son's little hand and Ma Yu followed them up the mountain.

When I arrived at the open space halfway up the mountain, there were pavilions and stone tablets everywhere, with winding corridors. There was a very majestic attic behind me, and there were more than a thousand students gathered around me. Looking to the side, you could see the Imperial College where the houses were continuous.

Eight scholars, both old and young, sat on the east side of the downstairs, and there was only one seat on the west side. Those who wanted to compete walked over to take their seats by themselves, and then chose their strengths to compete with the other party.

Xu Hao, who was indifferent to interest, picked up his son and stood in the distance to watch, while Xu Hu and others squeezed in with great enthusiasm.

Xu Ye, who was sitting on his father's head, asked, "Dad, don't you like it?"

Xu Hao said: "It's not that you don't like it, but that your father is a mixed-education and is not considered a Confucian child."

Xu Ye said: "Why is it better to study miscellaneous or Confucianism?"

Xu Hao said: "Each of them has their own benefits. You can slowly understand it in the future. Anyway, you are the child of your father, so you will naturally be the heir to miscellaneous studies. Our miscellaneous studies are called science, and they do not conflict with Confucianism. My father hopes that you can combine the strengths of both."

Yuhua Poetry Society is the master of Jinling. Almost all the great scholars of the world are famous scholars. If they can appreciate it, they will undoubtedly become famous immediately. However, without talent, it is also a waste of fun to come forward to challenge it rashly.

I saw scholars who went to challenge them one by one, and they were beaten down one after another. It was naturally far from accident that those who could become famous were famous.

The tribute students watching the game were fascinated by it. It was a vivid classroom for them, and it was very beneficial regardless of victory or defeat. This was also the purpose of Yuhua Poetry Society. It was by no means superficial to make a name for themselves.

Whether it is writing poems and lyrics, or writing or reciting, the current affairs eight-part articles, for a time, no one in the Imperial College could overwhelm the Yuhua Poetry Society on a certain level.

Suddenly, Ma Yu walked over and said, "I want to compare it to a five-color cloud fu."

Xu Hao laughed. Ma Yu, who was once half of Zeng Qi's disciple, was indeed a bit crazy in the Wei and Jin dynasties. He had worked hard in writing fu. In other words, the article of one or two thousand words does not include drafts.

Ma Yu is very talented, and Zeng Qi has high hopes for him. However, Zeng Qi said in private that Ma Yu is young and vigorous, seems humble but is not calm, likes articles with flowers and is not willing to write eight-legged essays that emphasize neat parallelism. Nowadays, he is very taboo to be vain in the exam.

Disgusting the glamor and advocating simplicity is naturally a trend left over from the Hongwu period. At this time, Yan Gui, a famous scholar of Yuhua Poetry Society, said: "A child actually wants to write a fu. This topic is difficult, and we feel it is difficult to do it. It's interesting. Who will come to discuss it with him?"

Another great scholar, Dou Yin, said: "We are old and have poor energy. Let the State of Song appear and treat it as a rehearsal for this year's imperial examination."

Song State stood up and smiled and said, "I will meet this little brother that night, I hope he will not disappoint me."

The Song Kingdom, full of confidence, did not take a child at all. If you might be able to write a couplet, you might get a few amazing quatrains. Then, writing a fu is a complete skill of a person.

Walking in front of Ma Yu, Song Guo smiled and said, "Where are you a student? You ran out overestimated your ability and hurry up and go home to study."

Ma Yu said respectfully: "I am from Linqu, Shandong and have not yet achieved any fame."

"Isn't even Tongsheng? Or from Jiangbei?" The Song Dynasty's disdainful expression became stronger. Jiangnan Shilin looked down on Jiangbei Shilin for a while, let alone a white-de-speaking child.

No more nonsense at the moment. Even if the opponent is insignificant, the State of Song did not intend to deal with it casually. After all, this is the Imperial College, and we must do our best to gain reputation for the next year's imperial examination. When we pass the imperial examination, good reputation will often play an important role.

The Emperor's first top scholar in the Ming Dynasty was appointed by the emperor to remove various factors, such as poor name acquisition, inconsistent taste, poor writing, etc. Therefore, the emperor's personal tendencies are very important. Two people with equal talents, one who has always liked, and the other who has unknown name, it goes without saying who they can choose.

"Five Colors Cloud Fu." Song State was thinking about the draft in his mind. He could only complete it in one go in front of everyone, and it should be as fast as possible.

A similar article like "fu" that is simple and simple, and the most difficult, it is not easy to spend one or two thousand words on one or two hours. Lu Ji, a great scholar in the Jin Dynasty, once said in "Literary and Fu" that poetry is beautiful and beautiful, while fu is bright and bright. In other words, poetry is used to express subjective emotions and should be written gorgeously and delicately; fu is used to describe objective things and should be written cheerfully and smoothly.

Fu first appeared in the prose of various philosophers, called "short fu", and the representative figure was Qu Yuan. The Han Dynasty formally established the style of Fu, called "ci Fu"; after the Wei and Jin Dynasties, it gradually developed towards parallel prose, called "parallel fu"; in the Tang Dynasty, it changed from parallel prose to regular prose, called "ruly fu"; in the Song Dynasty, it became a prose form, called "literary fu".

In the Ming Dynasty, it was generally in line with the Song Dynasty, but was more or less influenced by the eight-legged essays and tended to be rigorous and neat rules and fu. Many scholars were unwilling to be restrained, so they carried forward the unrestrained genre of the Yuan Dynasty novels more, tending to tell stories rather than show off their literary talent. Fu was between poetry and philosophies.

Liu Xizai, a Qing Dynasty man, said: "Those who are different from poetry have fewer feelings but more voices and emotions, and those who have fewer voices and emotions but more words." Therefore, most poems are created for emotions. Fu often creates emotions for literature. Poems focus on expressing emotions, while Fu focuses on narrative and characterizing things.

After thinking for a long time, the State of Song had not started writing for a long time. First, he saw Ma Yu's pen like a rabbit rising and falling, and he wrote happily without stopping thinking. He had already had more than a dozen steps.

The shocked Song State was anxious. When he picked up the pen, he was already anxious. He was so angry that he had no idea. He had to write the title flat. He wrote so quickly that he had less than half of the article, and Ma Yu had already finished it.

Everyone exclaimed. It was so amazing. A essay was done in one breath. Such talent is definitely not an easy task.

At this time, the seven great scholars saw Ma Yu and a child performing this way. They all forgot that they were more jealous, and instead sighed and thought it was strange, they all came over to watch.

Seeing this, Xu Hao sighed: "If you have a master, you will have a disciple. Zeng Qi breathed 20,000 words, and his disciple breathed 2,000 words.

Guangdong has refined five-color stones from the Nvwa family to replenish the sky, and the green, yellow, red, white and black energy is then accumulated in the Taixu. However, there are or non-existent, some are hidden or visible, some are red, some are blue, some are blue, some are dense rain, some are blue, some are light smoke, some are red, some are red, some are built in the sky, some are red, some are red, some are light smoke, some are red, some are purple, some are purple, and some are purple, and they have never gathered into one, and they see colors in the sky. The clouds are the body, and some are white, and they are not enough to receive color, and some are floating in the sky. They are suddenly prepared in various ways. This is a rare thing in the past and rare in the present.

However, the time is bright, the sage emperor is in power, and is in charge of the virtue of harmony, and is possessed of the spirit of Zhaolang. He practices the five rituals of Qi, combines the five sounds, and the government forms the five beauties, and the wheel establishes the five constants. He goes out of Kan and Li, and the five elements of gold and white, wood green, water black, fire red, and earth yellow. The five elements of the five elements are in one body; and the acquired humans are in harmony, and the upper qi droops and lower qi rises, so the five colors are conquered by the clouds, and the good fortune is seen in the world. How prosperous! Looking up and looking at it, the mountain dragon fire algae presents the splendor of the sky;

It is imaginative, carved gold and jade, and is covered with the glory of Zhou Crown. The beautiful south and north are beautiful, and the colorful phoenix covers the wings of the sky; the beautiful and smelting down the beautiful and elegant, and the dragon girl scatters the flowers in the sky. It shines from the sky, not the Jianghan; the Emperor Zhu comes out, how can there be seven Xiangs? No thread or needle, and yin and yang prick the embroidery of the universe; neither thin nor paper, and the mist paints the map of the heaven and earth. The thickness and light are appropriate, and the green elixir is matched, and it is as ethereal as a beauty who is coming to the mirror, with postures everywhere; it is flying like a dragon fighting in the wild, with a full of mysterious yellow. It is like a flag, a drum, a wheel, a cover, and six dragons control the chariot in the sky; it is a building, a pavilion, a city, and a city, and a colorful sprinkle the mirage in the air.

As soon as everyone read the sentence, they said in surprise: "This sentence is strange and amazing." When they read the sentences of colorful phoenix covering the wings of the sky, the embroidery of yin and yang thorning the universe, they were already full of praise.

Yan Gui sighed: "At a young age, he can be called a natural genius."

After reviewing the authenticity, Song Guo came over in a furious manner and asked, "Who are you a teacher?"

Ma Yu said honestly: "When I was a child, I studied in the clan, and last year I was a disciple of Mr. Xishu."

"Xisu Duke?" Song Guo seemed to see the treasure and said angrily: "You all heard this. This person is a student of Zeng Ziqi who is like a spring, and the top scholar in Hong Xi's second year. No wonder a five-color cloud fu was made so quickly. It turned out to be Zeng Qi's article."

Ma Yu's face turned red and she said, "This is not the work of his mentor, it was made by me myself."

"Your work?" Song Guo sarcastically said, "Can a child with a badass make such an artistic conception?"

The two men pondered and said nothing. There were no child prodigy in the world, and they were the most of them. However, it was indeed a bit incredible. Even if they saw it with their own eyes, it was suspicious. I wanted my disciples to recite the gentleman's articles and show them over to show off, so most of them believed in the Song Dynasty.

Xu Hu and others nearby were a little unfair, but they were not familiar with Ma Yu and could not stand up. Xu Ye said anxiously: "Dad, go and testify quickly."

Xu Hao smiled and said, "Silly son, real gold is not afraid of fire. If your brother Ma is talented, will you see the truth? If you cheat, what's the use of your father in the past? Just bring humiliation to yourself."
Chapter completed!