On the stage, Liu Xun stood up straight after saluting.
So many eyes fell on him. After the initial nervousness, the rest was enjoyment.
He likes this feeling of being in the spotlight.
However, among the waiting, curious, and scrutinizing eyes, there is also some teasing.
Liu Xun knows what they are laughing at.
With a cold snort in his heart, Liu Xun secretly thought, what's so funny about this?
Who is not a man anymore?
Who hasn’t had a bad voice?
Yue Niang is right. People who make fun of him with their voices are either ignorant and uninformed, or they do it deliberately and are at odds with him.
He came to compete in literary talent, not in opera, and it didn’t matter whether he quacked as a duck or as an oriole.
Of course, there are still desires to be promoted before they are suppressed.
How much they despise him now and laugh at him because of his voice, they will be even more shocked when they hear his article later.
In just such a short time, Liu Xun thought about a lot in his mind.
Fortunately, no one will rush him.
This question from Shiyang Academy is not an easy one. Even if you have a rough idea, you have to put some thought into sorting it out before you can say it.
Liu Xun stood there, frowning slightly because of the indignation in his heart, which happened to coincide with his thinking appearance.
For a while, it was quite bluffing.
After Liu Xun slandered him, he refocused and recited the article he had prepared from the beginning.
Under the stage, there were some small conversations at first, but soon it became completely quiet and completely silent.
They were all attracted by Liu Xun's well-spoken words.
Not only the students listened with rapt attention, but also the mountain leaders and gentlemen were all very interested, nodding their heads from time to time while listening.
The expert guarding the doorway downstairs, and the people watching the excitement in the attic private room also looked at each other.
Most of them may not be able to analyze clearly, but they also know that Liu Xun answered very well.
If you are a good teacher, you should immediately explain it to those around you.
In the small private room, Lin Yunyan and Xu Jian exchanged a look.
Liu Xun was indeed well prepared, dictating such an article, it is no wonder that he became famous in the past.
Xu Jian didn't speak, and leaned back in his chair to listen.
It wasn't until Liu Xun finished speaking and saluted all parties amidst a burst of applause that Xu Jian calmly concluded: "Liu Jing wrote 90% of it."
Lin Yunyan believes in Xu Jian's judgment.
Writing styles vary from person to person.
Xu Jian had a tense relationship with Liu Jing and was not familiar with them, but he had read many things written by Liu Jing before and was keenly aware of them.
However, judgment is judgment. Taking it out and talking about it is not only meaningless, but also inferior.
After all, as a son, Liu Xun has received guidance from his father, so why is it strange that he imitates his father's writing style?
Unless Liu Jing steps forward to claim it.
But can Liu Jing recognize it?
He doesn't know the article, he only knows the son.
Such a son who won the accolades in the academy made Liu Jing blush so much.
"It's a pity that Mr. Liu can polish it in advance, but he can't change it on the spot," Lin Yunyan said, turning to look at Chen Gui, "It's our turn, Mr. Chen's, to come on stage, don't waste this good clothes."
Chen Gui couldn't help laughing.
After opening the door to the private room, he strode downstairs.
I have to say that what the princess told him this time was completely opposite to the last time she plotted against Su Ke.
Last time, he hid in the dark, and even if he showed up, it was only in front of a few people. It was Su Ke who was embarrassed in public, and he had nothing to do with Chen Gui.
This time, Liu Xun will definitely have to be embarrassed. Chen Gui understood what the Duke said. This Master Liu has no ink in his belly. Without his father who passed the exam, Master Liu cannot write any good articles.
Come.
But he, Chen Gui, also had to sing on stage in front of so many teachers and students.
From behind the scenes to in front of the stage, let alone, it’s hard to get used to it.
When Chen Gui walked around to the gentlemen's side of the mountain, Liu Xun had not yet stepped off the stage.
He was intoxicated by the sweet applause.
Louder, louder!
Liu Xun shouted in his heart, this is really the most beautiful voice in the world.
In addition to the applause, many voices of discussion gradually came over.
"The argument is not new, but the analysis is really good."
"It has a beginning and an end, the topic is clear, and the intention is quite profound!"
"The article is also neat and fluent. It's really impressive to be able to write it down in such a short time."
"Do you know who he is? He is the son of the Qing family of Honglu Temple. His father ranked first in the scientific examination and was outstanding."
"The tiger father has no dog sons, and his family education is profound!"
Liu Xun sounded very satisfied.
He is the son of the Liu family and the son of Liu Jing.
Here, no one will mention Nao Shizi’s Fuguogongfu, Xu family, Xu Jian...
Taking a deep breath, Liu Xun reluctantly prepared to walk off the stage. He turned around and saw an unfamiliar middle-aged man standing next to the mountain chief.
The middle-aged man is dressed with the word "rich" in mind. He has a smile on his face, is friendly and kind, and behaves with a bit of official style. I don't know where he learned it.
Liu Xun has seen such people.
There are many such "good people" in Hengshui City.
I made money by doing business, but I didn’t want to have the smell of copper all over my body. I didn’t have any children who could study well, so I came to the academy with my money in my hand, hoping to help some poor students.
Could it be that this middle-aged man was impressed by his article and wanted to give him a grant?
Huh?
What a joke.
The Liu family is not short of money for schooling!
While the mountain chiefs were talking to the man, Liu Xun did not rush to get off the stage, but took a few more glances.
The man seemed to notice his gaze, looked up, and smiled at Liu Xun.
The middle-aged man is Chen Gui.
He just introduced himself to the mountain chiefs.
People from the capital and those who do business are considered familiar in the yamen.
"Everyone has heard that after the new year, the Yamen will arrange unified accommodation for students who come to Beijing to take the exam, and the newly built Laoshi Alley will also be put into use," Chen Gui said cheerfully, "I rented a storefront to do a study business. Don't tell me.
No matter how much money I make, I just want to get the fragrance of books.
The shop has not yet opened, but I have already prepared a lot of pens, inks, paper and inkstones. The shop is called Shenghui Pavilion, and I hope that my pens will bring brilliance.
Let's say it's to build a reputation. I want to take advantage of the society so that students can recognize our shop.
I hope that gentlemen can give me a chance to give a small gift to the students who gave excellent answers on the stage today. They are some stationery, and gentlemen can take a look."
After Chen Gui finished speaking, Liao Zi then brought some stationery.
The mountain chiefs were no longer surprised by a "good person" like Chen Gui. They looked at each other and tried to find a reason to refuse.
Chen Gui saw the other party's reaction in his eyes.
He also came prepared and was about to say something else when he saw a gentleman sitting next to him speaking.
"I know what you are worried about," he said, "Afraid that the delivery will not be good or that it will be used inappropriately. Anyway, our students' families are all decent, and those who are really in need can get help from the academy, so there is no shortage of things.
But don’t forget, there are not only people from three academies here today, but also many students rushing to take exams, and they may not be well-off.
I think it looks good. Mr. Chen, did you also go to the poetry meeting in Liusi Hall yesterday?"
