Chapter 277 Outside Donghua Gate, the champion rolls his name! (Part 2)
There was a large table in the colorful booth, with golden wine on the table. Bao Zheng, the governor of Kaifeng, treated them with a smile. When he saw Sanding Jia, he said, "Congratulations!" and then covered them with bright red silk satin.
Another official brought three golden flowers, and Tanhua Lang gave hairpins to the three of them. This custom made Chen Ke speechless. Although he was already an authentic Song Dynasty person, he still felt deeply awkward about this kind of effeminate behavior. However,
Today's occasion is only suitable for the occasion.
After they finished wearing the clothes, the officials served them wine again. Bao Zheng looked at these young people affectionately, held the wine and said loudly: "Gentlemen, I'd like to wait for you a glass! I wish you to be the pillars of the Song Dynasty tomorrow!"
After the guests and hosts had a drink, Bao Zheng stretched out his hand and said: "Master Zhuangyuan, I will help you mount your horse!" He personally guided the three of them out of the tent. They saw that the guard of honor had been arranged, with the Kaifeng governor's attendants in front and the 'Three Tripod Armor' behind.
The title plate and the ceremonial guard awarded by the officials are more than ten feet long.
After the title was given, there were three horses lined up side by side, and the one in the middle was particularly eye-catching. Its whole body was as white as winter snow, without a single hair on its body. A red silk Luan bell hung under the horse's neck. It was strong and graceful in body, handsome and high-spirited in posture.
One look at it and you can tell it is extraordinary.
"Master Zhuangyuan, do you know the origin of this horse?" Bao Zheng held the whip for him and said with a smile: "The name of this horse is 'Yu Xiaoyao'. It has a noble and pure bloodline. It is the favorite royal horse of the official family. Today, it turned out that
What an honor it is to let you ride."
Chen Ke had no choice but to bow to the palace and express his gratitude. Then he took the reins and stepped on the stirrup with one foot without the help of his old bag. He crossed his long legs and climbed onto the horse gracefully, which attracted applause from the spectators.
Zhang Heng and Dou Bian were in trouble. They were both weak scholars. They had never ridden a horse in their lives, let alone such a tall horse. If they couldn't get on the horse, or if they couldn't ride on the horse, they were knocked off by the horse.
Wouldn't it be a big joke?
But Sanding Jia didn't dare to mount the horse, which was even more of a joke. Under the eyes of everyone, they had no choice but to bite the bullet, lift up their robes and step forward. Fortunately, the horseman was able. When they were climbing the saddle, they were supported everywhere, and they hardly needed to use their own strength.
The carefully selected horses were also very docile and obedient, which made the two of them feel at ease.
This comparison makes people feel that the champion is extraordinary.
After the three of them sat down, they listened to the government officials singing in unison: "The number one scholar is patrolling the streets..."
The ceremonial guard of Kaifeng Prefecture went first, followed by the imperial edict of the emperor's appointment as the champion, followed by a mess of yellow flags. There were hundreds of them. The names of the new scholars were written on them, and they were fluttering in the wind, so impressive. How many mothers and fathers pointed out
Hold that flag and teach your children and grandchildren to study hard and earn a Jinshi flag in the future.
The gongs and drums were noisy on the long street, and fireworks were set off. Incense and mist were lingering. Firecrackers, fires, and soaring cannons exploded continuously like a pot boiling. In the colorful workshops one after another, there was a huge flow of people and thousands of people; Bianjing
In order to admire the handsome man, the common people crowded over, shouted loudly, and were intoxicated. Fortunately, there were fences on both sides of the royal road, so there was no need for soldiers to line up a wall.
After the long ceremonial procession, I saw Jinke Zhuangyuanlang, who was seated in a jade-free manner, holding a yellow rein in his hand and wearing a red hairpin, riding his horse slowly. He was wearing a yellow shirt and a green robe, with a square rim hanging on his head.
Wearing a heavy gauze, with two purple silk tassels on the left and right hanging down under his chin, his heroic face was as charming as this bright spring day, and it also attracted the attention of those ladies of noble families upstairs on both sides of the street.
They were very excited.
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How could the ladies of the capital miss such an opportunity to appreciate the talents of the Song Dynasty in an open and fair manner? But they couldn't squeeze in the crowd, so they booked the street restaurants and shops for this day months in advance. It was so beautiful and lively.
Yes, the nymphomaniac was seriously ill, and even booked a place outside Donghua Gate. At the fourth watch, he gathered his friends and went to Donghua Gate to watch the roll call of the number one scholar.
After the roll call was over, they hurriedly took the car to Yu Street, where they drank and had fun while waiting for the number one winner to parade through the streets.
At this time, even the ladies who had not gone to Donghua Gate already knew the names of the top three, especially the name of the number one scholar, which had been chanted countless times.
Naturally, everything about him was unearthed by the gossip girls and told to everyone like a treasure.
“Could this number one scholar be the same Chen Sanlang from ‘What’s the Autumn Wind Sad Painting Fan’?”
"Isn't that right? It is said that he even taught Master Du how to compose his own music before singing this song." This person was obviously a fan and said with a look of nymphomaniac: "The Number One Scholar is really talented."
There were heated discussions, which made the female relatives even more itchy and unbearable. They leaned against the railing one after another to look at the new champion. Under this kind of starry crowd, as long as he is not a crooked and rotten old man, he will look very charming.
.Not to mention a handsome man like Chen Ke who is full of masculinity.
"Wow, he's so handsome!" The female family members' faces were filled with heat. They threw the flowers, colored silks, and hydrangeas that had been prepared long ago, and screamed excitedly.
"How does it compare to Feng Zhuangyuan of the previous term?" Some female relatives had bad eyesight or were standing in a bad position, so they could not clearly see the appearance of the number one scholar, so they could only ask anxiously from behind.
They were referring to Feng Jing, the number one scholar in the first year of Huangyou's reign, who was recognized as the most handsome number one scholar since the founding of the Song Dynasty.
"Feng Zhuangyuan takes autumn water as his god. He is elegant and graceful, like swaying green bamboo. He is pleasing to the eye and can be a good friend." A talented woman commented professionally: "Chen Zhuangyuan takes spring mountains as his bones. He is handsome, tall and outstanding, like a sycamore tree.
, you can live in a phoenix."
"You mean, Feng Zhuangyuan is good-looking and Chen Zhuangyuan is easy to use, right?" After a painstaking evaluation, he was rewarded with such a reserved smile.
"That's right, if I have to choose, I will choose the latter." The female talent said with a blushing face: "Men, aren't they just for relying on?"
While talking about the No. 1 Scholar, the women no longer cared about the army of Jinshi behind them. They just inquired about Chen Ke's place of origin, age, and background. When they heard that he was a Jinshi and was related to the emperor, the women were completely infatuated.
They asked the question they were most concerned about: "Does the number one scholar have a family?"
"It is said that I was engaged to the Liu family, but later I canceled it, and I am still not married yet."
"Oh..." After hearing this, the noble ladies immediately widened their eyes and said, "Oh, isn't he the same Chen Sanlang who was slapped by Liu Yue'e!"
"This slap is incredible. I lost a lady who was the number one scholar." Many people gloated: "Liu Yue'e must have regretted it."
"I'm not that lucky..."
"This is not why he broke off the engagement, but to marry his childhood sweetheart."
"Isn't that a folk girl?" the women said bitterly. Although they couldn't really go out to steal a bride, when they saw a charming man, they always hoped that he would stay single as much as possible to give them more space to yearn for.
If that doesn't work, he still has to have a woman who matches him and can convince them.
"She is no longer a daughter of the people. I heard that the woman's surname is Su. Her father is a well-known scholar in the capital. Her two brothers also graduated from high school. By the way, her eldest brother's name is Su Shi!"
"The sister of the great talent Su..." The disdainful voice suddenly became softer.
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But not all the nymphomaniacs filled the street, there were also girls who hated him and gritted their teeth. At the restaurant at the corner of the street, several women with frosty masks stared at the arrogant Chen Ke and said:
"Then he is the guy who caused the eldest sister to go away to a foreign country! He is so prosperous today, but he doesn't want the eldest sister to be miserable outside."
"Yes, we can't let him get too glamorous!" Liu Yue'e's fans were obviously not in the minority, and she immediately responded: "Give him some color."
"It's better not to do it. It is said that he is doing it for his childhood sweetheart..."
"Why for childhood sweethearts! Bah! My brother said that he is now the head of the romantic team in Bianjing City, the first oiran in the line, Yihong and cuddled in the green, so happy." A woman said angrily: "My brother has seen with his own eyes, Zhang Shishi, Liu Xiangxiang,
Qian Anan and other men like Sister Hong, who were fighting over each other, heard that he was meeting friends in Fanlou, so they all rushed to her like flies chasing after the smell, and even started quarreling in order to invite him back."
"We must disgrace him, and we cannot let this scumbag continue to be proud." The woman with a violent temper picked up the papaya on the table, threw it out of the window with all her strength.
This hateful attack was performed beyond its level, drawing a beautiful arc and heading straight towards Chen Ke who was riding a horse.
"You really threw it away!" The girls were just talking, and they were all dumbfounded at this moment.
Soon enough, Chen Sanlang was about to be attacked by papaya, causing his face to turn red.
Unexpectedly, he held it firmly in his hands.
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Parading the No. 1 Scholar is a hard job and very dangerous. If you don’t believe me, just ask the three brothers Chen Ke. Along the way, flowers, colored satins, and hydrangeas are overwhelming like raindrops. Flowers and colored satins are easy to say, but the most annoying thing is the hydrangeas, which are mostly made of
The bamboo strips are made of bones and covered with silk. It can be thrown so far, so it naturally has some weight. Hitting the head can make people dizzy.
After walking only half a mile, the three of them were beaten to pieces. They had to stare in all directions and push away the incoming hydrangeas by raising their hands in greeting.
Thanks to this, Chen Ke was able to discover in time that there was a murder weapon mixed in the hydrangea. After taking a closer look, it turned out to be a papaya.
He stretched out his hand to grab it and laughed loudly: "Throw me a papaya and give me a cuju in return!" After saying that, he threw the papaya into the air with one hand, supported the saddle with the other, jumped up sideways gracefully, and kicked it back.
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After kicking the flying fireball, he sat back firmly on the saddle, his hair not messed up at all.
"That's amazing!" There were screams from upstairs and downstairs: "The number one scholar is also a master of Cuju!"
"How can you be so unreasonable and let people live?" Obviously the former is a woman's voice and the latter is a man's.
