Seeing the guests looking eagerly towards the stairs, Bai Yu followed and saw that it was a young woman of seventeen or eighteen years old with an oval face, delicate facial features and skin as white as snow.
, holding a small light fan, wearing an emerald green smoked gauze skirt and a slender jade belt, walking down the stairs step by step like a weak willow supporting the wind.
"Lan Shuang is rude and has kept all the guests waiting for a long time."
When she got down to the stairs, she gave a blessing salute. Her voice was also soft and gentle. It was not a deliberate one, but a very natural voice.
The guests who were sitting casually all sat upright. Bai Yu despised them in his heart. Then he sat up straighter. It was a normal reaction to see a beautiful girl. There was nothing to be ashamed of.
She was worthy of being the top star of the painting, and she was much prettier than the vulgar fans dancing on the stage. Bai Yu was anxious to come up with questions quickly, and had no other ideas. He mainly wanted to test the strength of the Minion character card.
She toasted table after table, causing hustle and bustle at every table, like a star being held in high esteem by the stars.
Bai Yu waited and waited, and she finally came this way.
"Young Master looks unfamiliar, this must be your first time here."
She called me Young Master~ Bai Yu felt his heart skip a beat and nodded slightly, "Well, that's right. I came from Jingzhao Mansion with more than two hundred subordinates to come to Fu County to do something. At noon, I was greeted by the Minister of Criminal Affairs.
Sir, the Lord of the Demon Extermination Department and the county magistrate invited us to have a light meal together at Linjiang Tower. Things are almost done. I have nothing to do. Come and sit in this boat as you please."
The officers and soldiers standing behind Bai Yu were stunned!
More than two hundred prisoners became more than two hundred subordinates...
He was detained in the inn and turned into doing some errands...
The adults above called him over for dinner, and he was invited...
I spent all my money to come here reluctantly, and now I have nothing to do, I can just come and sit around...
Lan Shuang smiled slightly and said, "There are all kinds of guests who come here every day. There are all kinds of people. It's not like I have never seen anyone bragging, but this is the first time I have seen someone bragging so clearly. If I hadn't recognized this official from the ninth grade inspection
She almost believed it.
Due to her professionalism, she would not expose him. She toasted with a glass of wine, chatted with him for a few more words, made a Wanfu salute, and then turned around and left.
Not long after, two maids walked onto the stage. One of them held a mahogany tray with a piece of silk cloth stacked on it. The other maid picked up the silk cloth and unfolded it in front of the public. On the silk cloth were written two beautiful small characters: "LAN.
Frost".
Seeing that pens, ink, paper and inkstones were brought to each table, Bai Yu guessed that this should be today's topic.
The wealthy businessmen and squires didn't respond at all. They didn't have much ink in their stomachs. They knew that they couldn't write poems, so they stopped writing to avoid making people laugh. However, the scholars at the tables were eager to try. This was their area of expertise.
Bai Yu tried to recall the poems in his mind. There were many poems with orchid as the theme, but there were not many poems with both "lan" and "frost" in them.
Scholars are also thinking hard. Generally speaking, good poems are inspired by chance. It is not an easy task to write a poem directly from the topic.
Fortunately, one hour was plenty of time and no one was rushing me.
After tea time, the scholars began to write one after another, considering each word and writing as well as possible.
"Yes."
Bai Yu finally remembered a poem and waved to the officers and soldiers behind him, "Grind."
While grinding, the officers and soldiers looked at the inspector with suspicious eyes. The inspector had boasted just now and had a criminal record... He expressed deep doubts. Can this inspector write poetry?
The guests at other tables couldn't help but look at Bai Yu a few more times. Generally speaking, miscellaneous officials like inspectors don't have much ink in their stomachs. In the more than a thousand years since the founding of Daqian, no miscellaneous official has ever been able to write. What kind of good poems are there?
"Haha, if you had this ability, you wouldn't be a sideline worker. You would have already passed the examination and become a full-time official."
There was a scholar wearing a square scarf and a blue robe, shaking his head slightly and sneering. He sat upright and held a pen in a very standard way, writing poems on the paper calmly.
The officers and soldiers frowned, "How presumptuous. A miscellaneous official is also an official. What is your status? You are a poor person, and you dare to question the inspector?"
The scholar looked indifferent and stood up slowly. He had a slender figure and a gentle face. He raised his hands to Bai Yu in a neither humble nor overbearing manner, "I am not talented, Fang Xuping. I ranked fifth in last autumn and was awarded the title of Juren."
I thought he was just a poor scholar, but I didn't expect that he already had the title of Juren. The officers and soldiers' expressions changed, and they were filled with regret. He actually scolded a Juren?
The guests were also a little surprised. The fifth-ranked candidate in Qiu Wei was not an ordinary candidate. When he took part in the Spring Examination next year, he would have a high chance of passing the Jinshi examination. Once he won the Jinshi exam, he would be on his way to success and become a serious scholar. A civil servant is now indeed qualified to be on an equal footing with this inspection officer.
Bai Yu turned his head and glanced at the scholar. He didn't want to talk to the scholar, but the officers and soldiers he brought had a dispute with the scholar. As a master, he naturally had to stand up for his subordinates.
He raised his hand slightly and pressed down, "Well, that's pretty good. Sit down and keep working hard."
Fang Xuping looked embarrassed. He didn't sit still or not. He politely stood up and raised his hands to show his identity. However, the inspector assumed a condescending attitude. This gesture and his tone made him feel insulted!
The guests looked at them strangely. This inspection seemed to be encouraging the scholars, but in fact it was the gesture of a teacher, as if he was teaching his own students.
Fang Xuping snorted coldly and sat down to continue writing. There is no point in showing off one's words. After all, one has to learn the real meaning. Later, when the poems are announced, he will see how this inspection can get off the stage.
The officers and soldiers were anxious and leaned over Bai Yu's ears to urge, "Sir, let's go."
He is just a soldier, it doesn't matter whether he is embarrassed or not, but the inspection master still wants to save face. When the poem is published and becomes a joke, it spreads throughout Linfu County, which will be embarrassing and even spread to further places. possible.
Just install the pen and run away?...Bai Yu didn't think so. How could he be someone who gave up halfway? Why should he install a complete pen?
Bai Yu picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, and started writing on the paper.
Looking at the words like a dog crawling, the officers and soldiers turned away in horror. They really couldn't bear to read it. From such words, it can be seen that the inspector's "talent and learning are average."
When the time was up, two maids came, took away the poems written by the guests and sent them upstairs.
Fang Xuping glanced coldly at the inspector who was drinking tea slowly and didn't leave early. It was really brave.
"Brother Fang has taken the initiative to write poems with us who have no fame yet. It's like an adult bullying a child. It's so unfair."
"This time, Brother Fang went back to his hometown to visit relatives, so we have the opportunity to get together with Brother Fang. After the spring of next year, Brother Fang becomes a Jinshi and rises to prominence. I'm afraid it will be difficult to see Brother Fang in this life."...
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Relatively speaking, the group of scholars is relatively simple and not so sophisticated. However, there is a huge difference between scholars with fame and those without fame. It is inevitable that there is a hint of compliment in the words of other scholars.
Fang Xuping humbly raised his hands and said, "My classmates are overly praised. When all of you gain honors in the future, it is possible for you and me to become colleagues. As the saying goes, there is no end to Taoism, and you must never imitate the frog in the well."
The scholars snickered slightly and were unable to answer, knowing that he meant something, insinuating that the inspector was sitting in a well and looking at the sky.