C134 A Very Good Expression (2/2)

Therefore, his first reaction was that this was another doggerel that wasn't right.

However, the responsible Prefect still continued to watch.

”Death knows all things but sadness doesn't see us in the same place in the Nine Prefectures. Wang Shishi will be in the northern part of the Central Plains and my family will not forget to tell Nai on this day.”

Zhuang Ming's body suddenly shook.

It was clearly a thirty-six character poem, but the moment Zhuang Ming finished reading it, he felt an inexplicable sense of sorrow.

After reading it, Zhuang Ming seemed to have thought of something and the hand that was holding onto the paper lightly trembled.

”Prefect, what happened to you?”

Reading official Peng Ye and Yun Ping, they both realized that Zhuang Ming was strange.

Zhuang Ming restrained his emotions and gave the two of them the poem ”Shun'er”, saying: ”The two of you can take a look.”

”Yes, milord.”

Peng Ye and Yun Ping nodded at the same time, and then took the exam paper and read on.

It was a simple poem, but after they finished reading it, they fell silent.

An indescribable feeling of grief filled his heart, making the two of them speechless for a moment.

”Sirs, do you feel anything?”

Prefect Zhuang Ming asked.

Peng Ye had once been a High Scholar, but now she was also the dean of the Dafeng City Academy.

He was proficient in ancient Chinese poetry and was quite proud of his talent. Normally, when he saw poems written by his juniors, he would 'criticize' them.

However, he couldn't say a single word of criticism when faced with this poem.

He cupped his fists towards Zhuang Ming and sighed: ”Master, this poem is very wonderful. It's a good topic. I still feel strong patriotism in my poems. In addition, there was also sadness, pain, and hope … This subordinate has never seen a poem that can express such deep feelings. ”

Zhuang Ming nodded as he deeply agreed with Peng Ye's words.

He then turned to Yunping and said, ”Principal, you also speak.”

”Yes.” ”Milord.”

He was a Grand Scholar.

All those years ago, he had even participated in the Hall Competition together with Zhuang Ming, but unfortunately, Zhuang Ming had hit the jackpot, and he had fallen off the list.

Currently, he was the Vice Principal of the Academy. His literary skills were ranked in the top three in Dafeng City.

After hearing Zhuang Ming's words, Yun Ping read the poem again seriously. He then said with a sigh, ”Sir, this poem does not have any extravagant words to say, but it does resonate with your subordinate.”

”The first sentence, 'A dead Yuan knows that everything is empty', makes your subordinate feel extremely sad. My heart is filled with grief, as if I have no life left to live.”

”This sentence is in contrast to the last sentence, 'But I can't see the same thing in the Nine Prefectures'. In contrast to the poet, the people in the Land of the Nine Prefectures will not rest in peace if they don't see it! ”

”But there is more to poetry than grief; there is hope. Look behind you... ' Wang Shishi, ”...”

”It indicates the person who wrote this poem. It firmly believes that the army of our Xia Country will definitely be able to subdue the Central Plains and restore our Tianxia Country!”

”…”

”Look at the last sentence, 'The family offering never forgets to tell Nion'. It expresses the poet's sorrowful feelings of national unity even if he dies.”

As expected of a scholar, Yunping continued to analyze the demonstration.

Zhuang Ming listened attentively to the analysis of Yun Ping, and after that, his face revealed an expression of praise. He nodded and said, ”Dean Peng, Su Yun, you are right. His analysis was very reasonable. I don't dare to say anything else, but if this poem was placed in the Hall Competition back then, it would be considered as having the talent to be the top scholar! ”

Prefect Zhuang Ming took over Yunping's words, and immediately uttered a sentence that shocked both Yunping and Peng Ye.

This was especially true for Jiu Yunping. He had once participated in the Beijing Hall Competition that year, and even though he had failed in the end, he clearly knew that he was the 'top scholar'. These four words were an extremely high evaluation.

”Such a poem, my lord,” said Yunping, ”is wonderful. May I know which examinee wrote it? ”