Except for this piece of shit like Wang Zi'an, among all the young talents in Chang'an, who can compare with me?
In terms of birth, he is the legitimate son of the Cui family. In terms of connections, he is the legitimate son of the Cui family. In terms of wealth, he is the legitimate son of the Cui family. In terms of heritage, he is the legitimate son of the Cui family!
In terms of talent and learning - he is just a little bit worse than Wang Zi'an, the dog thief.
On appearance——
He subconsciously straightened out his round belly, and a confident smile appeared on his fair and round face. He felt that even compared with the dog thief Wang Zi'an, he was not far behind, and even had the potential to win.
So, to sum up the above.
He held his head high and walked confidently towards Kong Yingda and Kong Ling'er, who were sitting in the pavilion making tea and drinking tea, with a gentle smile on their smooth faces.
"My dear Cui Zihao, I have seen Kong Jijiu and Miss Ling'er..."
Courteous, gentle as jade, with just the right smile on his face, his demeanor as a young man from an aristocratic family is on full display at this moment.
Seeing him coming, Kong Yingda smiled and nodded.
"I haven't seen you for a long time, and I've never seen your father. I wonder how his health is lately -"
When Cui Zihao saw Kong Yingda asking about his father, he quickly handed him over again.
"Thank you for your hard work and wine. My father is in good health, but he has been in a bad mood recently. He rarely lives in the city and spends more time recuperating in the other courtyard over Wangchuan..."
When Kong Yingda heard this, he couldn't help but sigh.
"It's not easy for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person to your father. I hope he can get over the pain of losing his son as soon as possible. Excessive sadness is not good for your health..."
"Jijiu is right. This junior will convey Jijiu's concern for my father..."
The sad look on Cui Zihao's face subsided in time, revealing a grateful look.
Kong Yingda didn't want to talk more about this matter. After all, Cui Ming's death was not unjust and was even a bit satisfying. But now times have changed and Cui Ming has also died. As an elder and Cui Hong's friend, he
It was hard to say anything more, so he quickly changed the topic by expressing concern about Cui Ming's knowledge.
Naturally, Cui Zihao was not the only one who felt qualified to go over and exchange a few words.
As soon as they said a few words, Zheng Guan of the Zheng family came over with several of his brothers and presented him with a gift to Kong Yingda. Kong Yingda encouraged him as usual. Most of these young talents from major families, he
I know him well, and he is happy to give some pointers.
At first, before Wang Zi'an showed up, he even secretly inspected a few potential candidates as backup candidates for his grandson-in-law. It wasn't until Wang Zi'an showed up that he gave up the idea temporarily. However, the love of the year was still there, and the conversation
When I got up, the atmosphere was very harmonious.
Later, the young descendants of the Li family of Longxi, the Li family of Zhaojun, the Cui family of Qinghe, the Lu family of Fanyang, and the Xiao family of Jiangnan also came one after another.
The five surnames are Qi Wang, and except for the Wang family in Taiyuan, almost every family has young children coming in person, which is a great honor.
Of course, everyone was wise enough not to mention the Wang family.
Although the Wang family and Wang Gui are trying their best to support it, it is no longer what it used to be. Even the current children of the Wang family want to walk around with their tails between their legs, low-key and restrained.
As soon as there were more people, the atmosphere immediately became lively.
But there was no room to sit in the pavilion, so those who came first wisely got up and left.
Although I wanted to stay shamelessly, I also knew that this was not a place I could stay in. Everyone else also had this consciousness. After exchanging a few words, they dispersed and returned to their own small circles.
Of course you have to look familiar in front of the boss, but how can you be as comfortable in front of the boss as in front of your own juniors?
As time went by, the noble ladies from Chang'an who were invited by Kong Ling'er also arrived one after another. For a time, the peony garden was filled with the sounds of warblers and the flowers were blooming. These young students couldn't help but be shocked and cheered up unconsciously.
The energy in his body and the tone of his speech seemed to have improved a bit.
Sure enough, this move attracted the attention of many young girls, which made them even more excited.
One by one, they quoted scriptures and talked eloquently, wishing they could reveal all their knowledge and show off their talents in front of beautiful women.
Perhaps because of today's rest, this poetry meeting actually attracted the interest of many people in the court.
The main peony garden is located by the Qujiang Pool, with beautiful scenery. It is a good place for a spring outing, not to mention, it can also be regarded as a pastime.
If you can find one or two people who catch your eye, it would be a pleasure to take them under your wing.
Li Gang, Yu Shinan, Zhang Ruosu, Yu Zhining, and Lu Deming, who were friends with Kong Yingda, arrived one after another, causing a commotion among the crowd.
All these big guys are here!
It’s really rare——
Many people even cheered up.
If today's poetry meeting can win the favor of any of them and spread the word tomorrow, it will be a great improvement to one's reputation.
Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but gear up, eager to try, and secretly wondering whether the poems they prepared could win the approval of the big guys.
In this kind of poetry gathering, naturally few people will be inspired on the spot, and they will be moved by the scene and write a poem in seven steps.
Because once you really want to do that, 9,999 out of 10,000 people will fail on the spot.
Anyone who really does that is either extremely talented or arrogant and doesn't know what to do.
Therefore, it was said that the poetry meeting was held today, and many people started polishing their poems long in advance. Many people even secretly consulted experts and even spent money to buy poems.
But this kind of thing is tacitly understood by everyone.
Later, I will always think hard and meditate, and then inspiration will suddenly come to me and I will come up with a wonderful story.
Of course, as for whether those big guys were prepared in advance, only God knows.
Soon, people who were far away received messages from the front.
Today's poetry meeting is titled "Willow".
Many people's faces suddenly showed understanding expressions.
Because of the poetry competitions over the years, these big guys like to use local materials, and although the scenery of the Peony Garden is beautiful, it is nothing more than the same thing over and over again.
The peonies in front of me, the weeping willows around me, the water in Qujiang River, the lotus on the water, the swallows in the sky...
However, some people also frowned at the right time and shook their heads.
"I didn't expect that the topic was Liu - it's difficult, it's difficult. This topic seems simple, but there are so many excellent works by predecessors, but it's hard to come up with new ideas -"
The people around him immediately became polite.
"Brother Cui is really humble. With Brother Cui's talent, he will naturally be ready to win the first place in one fell swoop..."
Cui Zihao quickly handed over his hands.
"I don't dare, I don't dare. I have to look up to all of you dear friends for the first place..."
When the master proposes a question, everyone naturally has to think about it carefully, even if they are "quick-thinking", they have to restrain themselves a little bit.
Cui Zihao felt the same way.
So, with his hands behind his back and his clothes fluttering, he looked at the weeping willows blowing in the wind not far away, frowning slightly, as if he was thinking carefully.
After about a cup of tea, he suddenly turned around, slammed his right fist into his palm, and showed a hint of joy on his face.
"With-"
"Brother Cui is really smart and quick, he is the best among us..."
"Brother Cui, you are awesome. Please write it down quickly. Let me let my younger brother and others taste and learn from it first..."
"..."
For a time, there was a flood of flattery.
Cui Zihao bowed his hands humbly.
"Don't dare, don't dare, show your ugliness, show your ugliness..."
At this time, the maids and servants who had already been waiting in the Confucius Mansion had prepared pens, ink, paper and inkstones. Cui Zihao walked to the table in a familiar way, held his breath and concentrated, thought for a moment, and suddenly dropped the brush——
At this moment.
Just then, a clear voice was heard outside the courtyard gate.
"Hey, everyone is so early - oops, I'm sorry, seniors, Miss Ling'er, I'm late..."
His hands couldn't help but tremble.
On the white rice paper, a dark pool was suddenly left...
Cui Zihao:......
Prince Ann!
This annoying sound was something he would never forget.
His first thought was: Did I hear wrongly?
Why is this piece of shit like Wang Zi'an here?
At this time, he ignored the large puddle of ink stained on his hand. He picked up the brush and suddenly turned his head to look.
A young man who was extremely handsome, almost as good as himself, with a hateful smile that made someone slap him, was walking towards him with a bright face.