As soon as he came out of the waters of West Lake, Wang Xu felt a chill in his heart and had the illusion that he was being targeted by a vicious beast.
This illusion came and went quickly. After wiping the sweat from his hands, Wang Xu stood motionless and scanned the surroundings in all directions.
"What's wrong?" Ben Jing, who was walking in front, felt that Wang Xu had stopped as well.
Wang Xu remained calm and replied: "It's okay."
The dragon palace's magic circle covers the lake. Although the shore is not within the coverage of the magic circle, it is also under the eyes of the dragon palace.
If someone wanted to assassinate him, as long as there was no hole in their head, they would not choose the location here.
Otherwise, it would be easy to kill him, any fourth-level master could do it, but it would be difficult to escape. No one would be willing to give up their own life unless they had to.
The feeling of being watched disappeared at the first touch, and the surroundings once again returned to the tranquility of singing and dancing, and the picturesque tranquility of the country.
Wang Xu put his hands in his sleeves and held his nameless golden book tightly.
The nameless golden book has been opened, and the five poems echo each other. If there is anything wrong, they can be sacrificed.
The bustling river is bustling with traffic and people.
Wang Xu followed Beng Jing closely, with three steps between them, not one step too much, but one step too little.
If someone were to attack him, with the speed of the clam, he would be able to protect him immediately.
safe and sound...
The assassin lurking in the dark was more patient than Wang Xu thought and never chose to take action.
Wang Xu didn't know whether it was because it was too close to the West Lake and the assassin was worried about attracting dragon masters, or because the assassin's cultivation was not high and he didn't have the confidence to kill him with one blow under the care of the clam spirit.
No matter what, the fact that the assassin was afraid is good news for Wang Xu.
He was not afraid that the assassin would have any scruples, but he was afraid that if he encountered a stupid man who was not afraid of heaven or earth, he would kill him by force in public.
"arrive!"
The journey was uneventful, and after walking two streets, Wang and Xu arrived at the Pearl Restaurant.
The Pearl Restaurant is a restaurant that requires identification and non-scholars are not allowed to enter.
Looking up, I saw a couplet posted on the door of the restaurant. All the people coming in and out were scholars. To paraphrase Liu Yuxi's words: "There are great scholars who talk and laugh, but there are no white people who come and go."
"Is this the prince?"
At the entrance of Mingzhu Restaurant, there were two scholars in Tsing Yi standing. When they saw Wang Xu following Beng Jing, they immediately greeted him with a smile.
Wang Xu gently cupped his hands and said without sadness or joy: "Jinshan Mansion, Wang Xu."
"Young Master Wang, you really made it easy for us to wait. Please come in quickly, please come in quickly..."
A person's name and the shadow of a tree are not things that you can just ignore.
The two scholars standing at the door, even if they were not fans of Wang Xu, seemed to have read his poems. After seeing Wang Xu, they seemed particularly enthusiastic, even with admiration in their enthusiasm.
In response, Wang Xu nodded lightly, smiled in return, and walked into the restaurant under the guidance of the two of them.
The restaurant was buzzing with people. Hundreds of scholars gathered together. Three to five people sat at a table, drinking wine, chanting poems, and guessing riddles. It was so cool.
Seeing Wang Xu walk in, the noise gradually subsided. Even those who didn't see him were pushed by the people around them, and soon the hall became quiet.
“It’s really average!”
Seeing that the people sitting in the hall were all young talents in their twenties, Wang Xu knew that it was just as he thought, it was a boring banquet.
Why do you say that? Age is here.
A group of young people in their late teens, early twenties, and early twenties, if they had a child, their reputation as a scholar would be unparalleled.
Playing with them and seeing what tricks they can come up with is a waste of time and uninteresting.
"Brother Wang, please come this way."
The people sitting at the middle tables took the initiative to stand up and greet him. Judging from the looks of those people, it was obvious that they were relatively high-status scholars present, one level higher than those sitting on both sides.
It's not surprising, dragons don't live with snakes. Even when there is a wedding banquet, there are different tables.
Wang Xu's reputation is just like a billionaire attending an ordinary wedding banquet.
Sitting in the main seat, if you think you are doing well, you will of course invite him over. But if you are sitting on the side, you think you are doing poorly, and you don't even dare to ask him.
It's not that I don't dare, but I'm embarrassed to speak. Levels always exist. They don't exist on paper, but they also exist in our hearts. Feeling ashamed, a few of the hundreds of scholars present dared to stand up and say
Have a drink with Wang Xu and make friends.
Someone said hello, and Wang Xu walked over. In fact, there were six people sitting at the table he was called to, and the table was already full.
Seeing him coming, a person sitting at the bottom of the table quickly stood up and gave way.
Others did the same, adjusting their seats one after another. Wang Xu gave up the main seat before he could reach this point.
"Brother Wang, sit down, sit down..."
After one person was squeezed away, the remaining five people stood up one after another and asked Wang Xu to sit down with smiles on their faces.
Wang Xu didn't give in and sat directly on the main seat. After he sat down, the others followed him and sat down. Those who poured wine poured wine and those who raised glasses shouted: "Brother Wang is a great talent, the title of the poem is
Man Jiangnan, come here to give us face, everyone come and toast."
"Don't be too busy drinking."
Wang Xu pressed the cup, looked around, and asked: "Where is the seventh princess?"
"Up above, Yuan Rushi has composed a new piece of music and is playing it to Her Highness the Princess."
When the Seventh Princess and Yuan Rushi were mentioned, the scholars present had mixed feelings.
Wang Xu nodded lightly. The seventh princess liked to read miscellaneous books about talented people and beauties, and she loved Yuan Rushi who wrote about romantic affairs the most. I am afraid that in the eyes of that princess, all the scholars present put together are not as good as one of Yuan Rushi's fingers.
Thinking that he had become the background wall for the Seventh Princess and Yuan Rushi, Wang Xu smiled bitterly, picked up the wine glass and gestured to the people around him, and drank it down in one gulp.
After drinking this cup, Wang Xu stopped drinking more. The old god sat on the chair, waiting for the seventh princess to come down.
"Brother Wang, I am also a scholar. I plan to take the exam at the end of August. You should be the same, right?" Seeing that Wang Xu was relatively deserted and did not want to talk, someone at the table took the initiative to speak.
Wang Xu raised his head slightly, and the person talking to him was a well-dressed young man in his twenties.
While talking, the young man stood up and poured wine for him, and said: "If I can win this time, Brother Wang, we can be considered to be of the same age."
Fellow townspeople, same party members, classmates, same age and same interests were called five fellows in ancient times.
The word "same year" in Wutongzhong refers to people rushing to take the exam in the same year, which can be regarded as a means to build a closer relationship with each other.
"You also have to take the exam at the end of August?"
"Yes, there are many people here who are like this. If it hadn't been for the Chinese Valentine's Day Poetry Party, they would still be reading books at home."
After a few words of conversation, Wang Xu learned that this person's surname was Ma, Ma Zhongyuan, and that he was from Qiantang County, Hangzhou Prefecture.
The scholar who passed the exam four years ago is now twenty-four years old. He has some confidence in passing the exam. He is relatively well-known among the scholars present.
Of course, this one is bigger, that is, the short General Liba.
There is a 60% chance of winning the imperial examination, and a 20% chance of winning the Jinshi. In terms of future achievements, you will be a sixth or seventh grade county magistrate. If you are unlucky and fail to win the Jinshi, you will be like the so-called "Jinshi" masters in Liyang County.
, just become a wealthy and settled family man.
"We have to take the exam soon, and it's more important to study hard. Being promoted is just a small step, while being promoted to a scholar is a big step. There will be a general examination next year. I wonder how sure Brother Ma is?"
"There is still a chance of passing the examination. As for next year's general examination, it will only be one or two points at most."
Ma Zhongyuan looked ashamed, then noticed Wang Xu's calmness and said hesitantly: "Brother Wang, do you want to participate in next year's examination?"
"Poetry is just a small path. You can become famous, but you must not choose the big over the small. Only if you write well can you enter the Emperor's Hall. If you want to have a good drink, you should wait until you win the Jinshi."
Wang Xu stopped talking. The two of them were just chatting, and they should never talk to each other.
Ma Zhongyuan nodded repeatedly, seemingly understanding, but in fact the disapproval flashing deep in his eyes had already betrayed him deeply.
Wang Xu didn't say much when he saw this. It was less than two months before the exam started. At this critical moment, he still wanted to go out for sightseeing. He thought he wouldn't work too hard on weekdays, which was why he didn't want to come.
A group of people who can stay up late playing games before the college entrance examination, how much real talent and learning can they have?
The Seventh Princess also invited him here, saying she could meet the talented people in Hangzhou, which really made people laugh out loud.
"Girl, please tell the seventh princess that I'm already here. If she doesn't show up yet, I have something to do over there and I have to go back."
After drinking a glass of wine and chatting with others, Wang Xu lost his patience.
He came out this time, but risked his life. Now that he has lost his face, what's the point of staying any longer.
Moreover, the assassin lurked in the dark and never appeared, leaving Wang Xu with a chill in his throat.
If you stay for one more minute, you will be in more danger. He is not someone who likes to show off, and he is not in the mood to see the shock, disbelief, and disbelief of these passers-by.
"I'll go up and find the princess right now."
The clam spirit was not in a hurry at first, but when she saw that Wang Xu was leaving, she became anxious even if she was not in a hurry.
Just when Bai Jing turned around to leave, Wang Xu grabbed her arm and said with a smile: "Let's go together."
Wang Xu didn't want to try what would happen if he left Ben Jing's side. His head wasn't that strong yet.
Seriously speaking, in mutual fear, it would be best if the assassin did not take action.
If the assassin doesn't take action, it will be difficult to assassinate him again after he wins the first prize in the Chinese Valentine's Day Poetry Contest tomorrow and invites the Dragon King of West Lake to help him.
Of course, Wang Xu just thought that the people behind him were trying every possible means to trick him out, and they couldn't just scare him. The thunder was louder than the raindrops.