The Second Grand Master felt that his time as an ordinary man was numbered. Looking back on his life, no matter whether he was successful or not, he knew that after his death, he would just be a name on the family tree. He was helpless whether he wanted to or not. Suddenly he met a rare talent that could only be seen in a century.
In this life, he knows that he has the opportunity to become famous in future generations.
Now that he has the opportunity, how can Wen Qiang, as the clan leader, refuse such a request from the second prince?
So he found connections and spent money to arrange for the Second Grand Master to be one of the people who offered tea or wine when the Jinshi paraded. He also found a good angle in a roadside restaurant and arranged for a skilled painter to be hired with a lot of money.
When the parade arrived, one of the three people who served tea and wine to the number one scholar, the number two scholar, and Tan Hua Lang was the second prince, and it was Tan Hua Lang who the second prince arranged to face.
Tanhua Lang took his drink and drank it all in one gulp. There was conversation and polite greetings before and after.
This scene was recorded in the artist's painting.
The Second Grand Master passed away soon after returning to Ningzhou. His name was unknown in Yuanchun, and a large funeral was held.
And that painting, Wen Yuanchun Hui Tribute Examination, with perfect scores in the four subjects, the picture of a handsome man, respecting the elderly and respecting the virtuous, has actually been hung in the "Wenshu Pavilion" of the Wen family's thousand-year library, which can be regarded as fulfilling the last wish of the second prince during his lifetime.
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If the Wen family is still around a thousand years later, future generations will see this picture when they enter the Wenshu Pavilion. They will know that there is another person named Wen Yuanchun among their ancestors, and they will lament how the Wen family's ancestors respected Wen Dao.
The name Wen Yuanchun may also become an allusion passed down orally among future generations.
Otherwise, it is really just a name that passes page by page in the family tree.
Generally, only people like Wen Yan'an of the Wen family are qualified to be painted and hung in the Wenshu Pavilion. The portraits of sixteen Jinshi of the Wen family in the past have been hung in the pavilion. The Second Taiye is considered to be in another way
The portrait was hung in Wenshu Pavilion.
Speaking of the portrait, Wen Yanan was also quite emotional. In the Jinshi team, he watched helplessly as his second prince went to toast others. He could only blame himself for his incompetence.
When Wen Hui heard that there was no way to invite Tanhua Lang to the Wen family, Wen Hui, who asked the question, had no choice but to give up.
But when it comes to the matter of respecting Tanhua Lang rather than the number one scholar, Wen Guo couldn't help but wonder, "Yan An, I heard that Tanhua Lang was originally the number one scholar, but was demoted to the third flower by His Majesty. Is this true?
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Hearing this, An An smiled bitterly, "It seems that this matter has become known to the whole world. Zhan Muchun, the number one scholar, is the most embarrassing one. However, the imperial court refuted the rumors with strong support and gave Zhan Muchun many opportunities to display his talents.
The disaster relief work last year alone can be said to be an act of daring. A mere eight-level person who went to the disaster area to run errands dared to propose suggestions to suppress the powerful and wealthy gentry. Later, he united with local scholars and a large number of victims to force the local few
The big family had to open a warehouse to store grain.
This is like putting your official hat on your belt and risking your life for fun. In any other time, those who do this will definitely end up in a miserable state.
However, that time, he received the full support of His Majesty, who blocked him from the attacks in the court. Even Duke Xuan Guo and others also stood up to give their full support. It can be said that the right time, the right place, and the right people are all helping him succeed.
He gained huge popularity in the disaster area and offset many rumors about the title of No. 1 Scholar.
During and after that incident alone, he was promoted two ranks due to merit. When I just left Beijing, he was promoted to the sixth rank again.
In just over a year, I was promoted from the eighth level to the sixth level, and to the fourth level in one year. It is truly a rare and rapid promotion, and I don’t know how many people envy me."
Speaking of this sighing look, it is obvious that he is also very envious.
The answer also bypassed Mr. Wen Guo's questions and did not give any direct answer.
Wen Miao slowly spoke up: "The imperial court may be very supportive, but if it were you who went to the disaster area, would you dare to do that? Can you do it?"
After hearing this, An was silent for a while, then shook his head slightly.
Wen Miao reminded, "What others have fought for with their lives is what they deserve. Don't say sarcastic words or be envious. Your family doesn't need you to fight for it. All you need is that you stay calm and communicate with your family when you have something to do. Do you understand?"
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"Yes." Hearing this, An bowed down and responded.
Wen Qiang glanced at Wen Guo again and said, "Some words can only be muttered at home. If you dare to talk nonsense when you leave the house, it is just a matter of family law!"
Wen Guo pursed her lips and agreed with everyone else, "Yes."
Wen Qian waved to everyone again, "All the women, please step aside."
This was about to get down to business, and a group of women who liked to talk a lot, no matter if they were happy or unhappy, all resigned honestly.
After those chattering women were gone, Wen Kuang asked: "Yan An, the son-in-law of the Wan family I just mentioned, Yin Jizhen, is he back with us this time?"
Wen Yanan said: "Some people from my hometown went to the Yushitai to ask him. He has something to do and may not come back until later."
Wen Qian: "You should know that the big festival is about to begin. You don't want me, grandpa, to follow behind Wanjia's old ghost in front of everyone, right? If I am embarrassed there, the entire Wen family will not be able to hold their heads up, so they will be embarrassed."
At the literary competition, once Yin Jizhen appears as the son-in-law of the Wan family, are you sure you can beat him?"
Hearing Yan An hesitated, "Grandpa, with his and my status, isn't it inappropriate to participate in this kind of thing now? He is also the official of Yushitai, so I'm afraid he won't participate, right?"
Wen Qian: "What I'm asking is if Yi Yi is to appear on the stage, are you sure you can beat him?"
Wen Yanan was a little hesitant, but in the end he didn't pretend to be pretentious, and he still admitted with difficulty: "I have seen the answers to the foreign examination, the general examination, and the palace examination. Each of them is not a fluke. His performance is stable and he is indeed better than me."
Wen Miao rolled her eyes and knew it was over as soon as she heard it.
The so-called "literacy is not the first" means that if a scholar can admit that he is inferior to others, then the gap must be quite large.
In fact, if Yu Qing had not taken the answer given by Mr. Ming as a reference and disrupted the situation, not only would Yu Qing not have been the number one pick, but Zhan Muchun would have been equally unlikely.
In other words, Yin Jizhen, who ranked second, is the real top pick.
Wen Yanan could feel the gap between himself and Yin Jizhen, which was normal.
The uncle Wen Jiantang, who was also Wen Yanan's father, said in a deep voice: "An'er, you should try your best and work hard!"
Wen Yan'an hesitated to speak, but Wen Qian raised his hand to stop, "I wanted you to give it a try. Since you have realized the gap, don't force it. Wen Zhidao is talented in making people, and the most difficult thing is to force him.
It won't work. Well, if it doesn't work, don't do it. You are an official after all. There is no need to put your face up to smear it when you know you will lose. Your face won't look good when you return to Beijing."
Wen Jiantang was slightly anxious: "Dad, what should we do? Among the children of the Wen family, Yan An is currently the strongest at writing and writing. If even Yan An can't stop the son-in-law of the Wan family, let alone the others.
Already."
Wen Qian: "Are you bullying me because there is no one in the Wen family? His Wan family has a son-in-law, but my Wen family doesn't? If not, let Xin'er's fiancé take the exam. Yu Wenyuan's scores in the provincial examination are about the same as Yin Jizhen's. Maybe the two of them can compete.
Next. Not to mention Mr. Yuwen’s face, those evaluators have to think carefully, at least they don’t dare to favor Wanjia easily.”
At the waterside pavilion by the lake, there were three people talking on the railing, and they were also talking about An's return after hearing the words.
A chubby old man, a young man in white with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a capable woman in a blue dress.
The chubby old man is the elder of Qinglian Mountain, named Fan Wuchou. He is responsible for the training affairs of Qinglian Mountain disciples in the secular world. He lives in Wenfu for a long time, and to some extent, he also ensures the safety of Wenfu.
The handsome young man with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes is his disciple, named Zou Yunting.
The woman in the blue skirt is also a disciple of Fan Wuchou, named Song Pingping.
The three masters and apprentices who were talking turned around one after another and saw Wen Xin walking quickly with a long metal tube in her hand, followed by the maid Xiao Hong.
Seeing them, Wen Xin stopped and bowed, bowed before leaving.
Xiaohong also squatted down and gave him a gift, then ran away.
"Xiao Hong." Song Pingping called her, waved her over, and asked, "What is Xin'er holding in such a hurry?"
Xiaohong smiled playfully, "Baby, at least in the eyes of the lady, it's a baby. One word." Then she turned to Zou Yunting and said with a sad face: "Mr. Zou, Zilong still keeps vomiting food, refuses to eat, and keeps running away. Why?
What to do?"
Zou Yunting said calmly: "Keep hungry. Once you're hungry enough, you'll eat everything. If you tie it up and lock it up, it won't be able to escape."
Xiaohong sighed: "After being locked up, it won't eat or drink and whines non-stop. It looks so pitiful. The lady can't bear it and keeps letting it out. It will escape without keeping an eye on it. It's so annoying."
Fan Wuchou smiled and said, "It's just like a child being weaned. It's normal to cry and fuss. There is a transition period. It will be fine once it gets used to it."
"Yes." Xiaohong nodded vigorously to show that she understood, and then left.
Song Pingping said: "Master, I'm going to see what treasure Xin'er got." After receiving permission, she quickly left.
Zou Yunting watched him off, not his junior sister, but staring at the beautiful figure that had just disappeared at the lakeside intersection from a distance.
Fan Wuchou glanced at his disciple's reaction and suddenly said to himself: "Everyone has been young, and everyone has people who can't get it. Some people can only be kept in the heart. Don't express things that don't belong to you.
Sex, let alone put it into action, otherwise it will not be good for anyone."
Hearing this, Zou Yunting was startled, his face changed drastically, and he looked at his master with a somewhat panicked look, as if he did not expect that his hidden thoughts would be known by his master.
Fan Wuchou: "Everyone likes good women, but you should know that the ancestor has set rules for Qinglian Mountain. Disciples in the sect cannot marry Wen's girls or Wen's boys, otherwise you will be severely punished.
This is a lesson learned from the past. Control your desires so as not to mislead others or yourself. Your junior sister is so kind to you, why do you need to let her down? If you are not sure about restraining your desires, I will give you a chance to return to Shanqing.
Go ahead and fix it!”
Zou Yunting lowered his head and was silent for a while before replying: "Disciple understands."
Fan Wuchou closed his eyes and remained silent.
Yuyuan, Wen Xin’s residence.
Song Pingping had already caught up with Wen Xin and asked, "Whose name did you get that made you so excited?"
Wen Xin smiled sweetly and said, "Ashiheng's original handwriting."
"Ah, is it the Tanhualang? Take it out quickly and show it to me."