If an ordinary passerby told you that in the future you would be asked to devote your whole life to the people of the world, you might just scoff.
But if these words come from the mouth of a highly respected and powerful governor, all that will be left in your heart is excitement and nodding.
This is what Song Mu looked like at this moment.
In this era, the most touching way for a person to be recognized is to recognize his strength and that he will accomplish great things in the future.
Today, such an honor was given to Song Mu, and the governor personally praised it.
This is something that everyone hopes for but cannot get.
Song Mu's mind was still trembling, and the eyes of the scholars around him were full of envy and excitement. They even wished that they were Song Mu at this moment, enjoying this moment of exclusive favor.
Fang Mingyuan looked at Song Mu who was a little stunned. At this moment, he pushed the thing in his hand into Song Mu's arms, and the smile on his face became even brighter.
"Song Mu, remember, this is my expectation for you, and don't let down my good intentions!"
"Song Mu must remember that he will fight for this all his life!"
Song Mu said solemnly, with an extremely solemn look on his face at this moment.
Fang Mingyuan laughed twice, then picked up the wine glass and flask on the table, filled two glasses of wine, and drank them together with Song Mu.
Holding the heavy thing in his hand, Li Kaize next to him was looking at Song Mu with unstoppable admiration in his eyes.
"He is indeed a heroic young man. Song Mu, do you know how shocked I was when I finally announced the rankings and saw that you ranked first among the three test papers?"
When Song Mu heard what Li Kaize said, he quickly handed over his hand and thanked Li Kaize for his kindness. However, Li Kaize just helped Song Mu up, looked at Song Mu at this moment, and spoke.
"Well, if I could have known you earlier, I would have done anything to bring you into my Li family poetry sect."
Saying this, Li Kaize sighed and patted Song Mu on the shoulder.
"I look forward to seeing you in the exam hall one year. I believe that one day, you will work under my Ministry of Etiquette!"
To be able to work in the Ministry of Etiquette, everyone is a leader in the imperial examination and a strong scholar. This already represents Li Kaize's recognition of Song Mu.
Song Mu looked grateful, and they both clinked glasses and drank together.
Wang Ye, who was next to him, was also looking at Song Mu, his eyes narrowed slightly, but the look on his face was a bit too proud.
Wang Ye cupped his hands towards Song Mu and then spoke.
"Song Mu, I won't say much else. Since you can write "Magpie Bridge Immortal", whatever you say today, I also want to see what other poems you can write."
Song Mu was speechless when he heard this, but he still drank the wine in the glass.
After a while, although the wine in this glass was not intoxicating enough, Song Mu already felt a little dizzy, and even felt that everything today was a bit unreal.
This day's high regard made Song Mu even feel a little bit vain.
At this moment, other students also came forward to toast, and after a while, they also felt the difference between themselves and Song Mu. Even after toasting with the officers, they received completely different attention.
After three rounds of drinking, at Fang Mingyuan's initiative, the atmosphere in Prince Teng's Pavilion became even more lively.
Waves of music came slowly, and sweet-scented osmanthus snacks, various moon cakes, and fragrant wine were placed on the table.
Everyone exchanged cups and cups one after another, and many people were already chanting poems to the moon.
A full moon is now hanging high in the sky. The curtains on all floors of Tengwang Pavilion, which is built along the river, have been opened. The very broad scenery of Yuzhang City is coming to our face. At this moment, we can see the bright moon in the sky more clearly.
Set against the roaring river water.
Everyone in the attic was very poetic.
At this moment, Song Mu was eating, and many talented people gathered around him to talk, but they were somewhat distant from Song Mu.
Yi Xuesheng, who was sitting next to Song Mu, was very drunk at the moment, his face was rosy and his eyes were blurry.
At the level of a scholar, he is actually not afraid of such drunkenness, but it seems that he is quite sad and resentful today, and at this moment he is thinking about himself and getting drunk.
From time to time, he would even murmur a few words to Song Mu.
"Brother Song, even though we are so beautiful, there are many people who want to take our place behind the scenes."
As he said that, Yi Xuesheng also had a smile on his face. He squinted his eyes dimly and raised his glass to Song Mu.
"Come, Brother Song, have a drink with me. Come on, I'm a little jealous of you too."
Several students nearby heard Yi Xuesheng's words and looked over at this moment. They seemed to think that Yi Xuesheng had expressed their feelings, but they still turned around and whispered.
Only Zhang Tianju looked slowly at this moment and raised his glass to Song Mu.
Song Mu also raised his glass, took a slight sip, then reached out to take the empty wine vessel in Yi Xuesheng's hand, and spoke at this moment.
"Brother Yi, you drank too much."
"I didn't drink too much. I'm a Juren. How could I drink too much? Brother Song, I'm just a little unwilling."
Yi Xuesheng said firmly, and he seemed to clearly see that the person in front of him was Song Mu, and there was a bit of sadness in his expression.
"I thought I was studying hard in the cold window, and finally got to this day. I thought I would be high-spirited by then, but I realized that I was just doing a job."
"Sitting in a well and looking at the sky is really a bit arrogant!"
As Yi Xuesheng said this, his expression became even more excited. He stood up unsteadily, walked to the center of the loft with staggering steps, and then raised his hands to all the surroundings.
"Everyone, I, Yi Xuesheng, will compose a poem for you on this beautiful day!"
When everyone heard what Yi Xuesheng said, they all cheered. However, Yi Xuesheng burped, glanced at Song Mu, and then spoke slowly.
"I spent three thousand nights at my desk with a lamp in my hand, and wrote ninety thousand volumes with my pen in hand."
"I climbed high in one day and was listed on the gold list, only to see a jade plate in the night!"
Yi Xuesheng just chanted like this, and someone immediately handed over pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Yi Xuesheng started writing, and the next moment he saw a literary spirit surge on the white paper.
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"Okay, what a good sentence to see that there is a jade plate in the night!"
Some people exclaimed, and even Fang Mingyuan and others who were talking on the other side also looked over at this moment, with a bit of interest on their faces.
Yi Xuesheng deserves to be among the top ten in the Provincial Examination, and his poetry is the best. In the Provincial Examination, his classic meanings and policy essays were ranked later, but his two poems ranked third. He is also amazingly talented.
But at this moment, just because of the drunkenness, it came out of the stairwell, and it turned out to be a poem that can arouse the literary spirit.
A poem tells the story of studying hard in the cold window. Every night I could only study at my desk. It was only today that I was finally able to look up at the sky and admire the bright moon.
Song Mu was admiring it and praising it repeatedly.
Although I don't know what kind of character Yi Xuesheng really is, I can already see that his fame is due to his solid foundation in skills.
Such a poem can already attract attention at this poetry festival.
Hearing that the people around him were getting better, Yi Xuesheng also handed over his hands one after another. The drunkenness on his face was a little deeper, but he drank all the wine in the flask in his hand and said again.
"Are there any classmates who can compose poems and lyrics with me?"
Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Some people realized that the governor was looking at it at this moment, so he stood up and showed off his literary talent. However, it was really not comparable to Yi Xuesheng's poems. In the end, it was a bit more disgraceful.
And like this, everyone was somewhat withdrawing from the group, but now one person stood up.
That person was not Song Mu, but Zhang Tianju.
"Since Brother Yi has written a poem, if you dare, I will write a poem to harmonize with Brother Yi!"