"Brother Shu Zhen, please sit down quickly." Li Yu quickly pulled Brother Shu Zhen into the table and asked urgently: "What is going on?" Brother Shu Zhen's name is Chen Yong. He ranked third in the Zhejiang Provincial Examination this year in high school. In the future,
His career as a Jinshi, even if he chooses a common scholar to be admitted to the Imperial Academy, is a sure shot. It is enough to make Li Yu, a tall, rich and handsome man, feel ashamed...
All the scholars were extremely nervous, even Li Qi was no exception. He glanced at Lin Qing'er apologetically and then gathered around Chen Yong, fearing that he might have missed something.
Seeing that she couldn't leave, Lin Qing'er had to help Wang Xian sit down first, looked at him worriedly, saw him smiling at her, and then returned to the female guests' table.
Then Chen Yong laughed and said: "Today, Bachelor Hu was invited by the Chief of the Third Division of Zhejiang Province to enjoy the lanterns at Xizi Lake. For this purpose, Xinchangbo even dispatched a navy ship..."
All the Fuyang scholars suddenly said: "No wonder..." Only Tang Yun, the commander of Zhejiang Province, could mobilize such a giant ship. When they heard that the three giants of Zhejiang Province entertained Mr. Hu Ge on that ship, all the scholars were fascinated.
He secretly thought, if he could be here... even if he served tea and water, it would be the capital of bragging for the rest of his life.
"I am in love with the feudal lord, so I have the honor to serve you," Chen Yongyun said calmly: "I heard Xu Tixue's suggestion that tonight when lanterns are put out in Hangzhou, most scholars from Zhejiang Province will gather. Why not let them show off their talents and invite Hu Ge
Any old reviews?"
"Scared..." The eyes of all the scholars were widened. Who is Mr. Hu Ge? The number one scholar twelve years ago, the chief minister of the cabinet today, the leader of the Gan Party after Xie Xueshi was imprisoned, and the leader of the literary world! If he could
With a word of praise from him, even an unknown person will become famous and well-known in the literary world. From then on, his life will be completely different!
"This suggestion received strong support from Zheng Fantai and Yufutai. Mr. Hu Ge couldn't shirk it, so he had to agree." Chen Yong continued: "Several elders agreed to order a scholar from this province to compose a poem with the title of Yuan Dynasty.
There is no limit to the style or rhyme, we will collect it and evaluate it together." He paused and smiled and said, "The elders will select ten outstanding ones and invite them on board to enjoy the festival together."
"Wow..." The scholars were drooling. Some of them had rich imaginations and even began to imagine that they would rise to the top and become a second-ranked Jinshi in a few years...
"Wipe off the saliva first." Chen Yong laughed and scolded: "I am the first to inform you, don't waste time, I will be back to collect the manuscript in a while." Chen Yong's father and Li Yu's father are on the same list.
For those who are Jinshi, the two families are considered to be friends in the world, so they still get this kind of preferential treatment.
After saying that, he bowed his hands to everyone and went to other boats. The scholars were already biting their fingers, frowning, scratching their heads and thinking hard, but none of them got up to see each other off...
The female guests over there also knew that the importance of this moment to the husband-in-law was not much worse than that of the imperial examination. They all sat honestly and did not dare to make any sound. Yinling saw her brother sitting there drunkenly and in a daze, and wanted to accompany him instead.
However, he was stared at fiercely by the group of women, and they also made silent movements.
Lin Qing'er hugged Yin Ling and signaled her to stay calm. At least the attention of those scholars was no longer on Wang Xian. Just wait for a while...
The speed of time is relative. For those women who were standing beside them, it was extremely long, but for the scholars who were searching for chapters and extracting sentences, fearing that they would not finish their work, it was like a blink of an eye. Chen Yong was back.
Still holding a stack of envelopes in his hand, he asked with a smile: "You must have a masterpiece, right?"
The scholars wiped their sweat and laughed dryly and said: "It's too ugly to be seen, it's too ugly to be seen." Then they neatly copied the vitriol they had suppressed on a piece of poetry paper, then put it into an envelope and sealed it. This was to prevent others from being exposed.
Copy it, I won’t be able to explain it at that time.
Chen Yan waited patiently, but when he saw that the manuscript in front of someone was empty, he thought to himself that this must be someone who couldn't write poetry. Unexpectedly, Li Yu had been staring at him, and when he saw Chen Yan looking at Wang Xian, he
He said with a smile: "I haven't introduced you to Brother Shuzhen yet, but this is Wang Yasi who said, 'Stick to the mountains and never let go, and let the winds blow from east to west, north and south.'"
"Oh?" Chen Wu's eyes lit up, he cupped his hands and said with a smile: "It turns out that the cold-faced Gong Tiehan personally appointed him as the 'No. 1 Official in Jiangnan'. I have admired him for a long time!"
The other party was the Master of Juren. Wang Xian stood up and returned the courtesy.
"Why don't you see Wang Yasi writing?" Chen You asked curiously.
When the scholars heard this, they secretly snickered, thinking that Sister Lin had not made any preparations...
"The person Mr. Hu Ge wants to criticize is the scholar," Wang Xian said with a faint smile: "I am a small official with a pen and a pen, how can I be confused with others."
"Hey, Brother Wang is too self-effacing." Chen Wu shook his head and said with a smile: "The Taizu is still a commoner of Huaiyou. Heroes do not care about their origins. Those who are talented will come from behind."
These words greatly impressed Lin Qing'er and Yin Ling, who thought that they finally had someone who could speak human words...
"Yes." But I heard Li Yu answer again: "With Brother Wang's talent and knowledge, the name of the subject is like picking something out of a bag. Brother Shu Zhen said so, you can't shirk it anymore." All the scholars also persuaded Chen Yong.
Saving face is one thing, but the other thing is to make Wang Xian continue to make a fool of himself.
Yin Ling was so angry that she gritted her teeth. These people were so abominable. They had no friendship with fellow villagers. She was about to reprimand them loudly, but she heard Wang Xian say leisurely: "Then I will show my disgrace."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand, and the person next to him subconsciously handed the pen to him, as if he was his book boy.
Then Wang Xian's pen was written smoothly and smoothly. Then he picked up the piece of paper, dried the ink, put it into an envelope, and handed it to Chen Yong with both hands.
Chen Yong hugged everyone and said with a smile: "Everyone, I am almost the last one. You can continue to drink and wait for the good news." After saying that, he left the painting boat and took a small boat to the boat.
As soon as Chen Yong left, Li Yu asked people to open a new table, but everyone had no intention of drinking, and all their thoughts went to the high-rise boat.
"Zili and Ziyu both studied in Hangzhou and often participated in literary and poetry societies. They are much more knowledgeable than us," the members of the public asked: "I wonder what level our Fuyang County is in the province?"
"When it comes to poetry, the scholars in the provincial capitals are definitely better," Li Qi said unconfidently: "Shaoxing and Jiaxing are almost the same, and other places are worse. Our Fuyang is better than western Zhejiang, but compared to Hangzhou and
When Erxing comes, he will still be inferior."
"There's nothing we can do about it. Are there any poets in our county? Everyone is just working behind closed doors." The scholars said, "It seems that we are counting on Zili and Ziyu."
"I still have some confidence in my craftsmanship, but this poem is not my specialty." Li Yu shook his head and smiled: "Ziyu's poems are excellent, and his reputation in Hangzhou is not small."
"Ziyu, please show us your masterpiece soon." Upon hearing this, the scholars urged Li Qi.
Li Qi couldn't resist, so he cleared his throat and recited the "Sheng Cha Zi" he had filled in. As expected, he won applause from the whole house.
In that room, at the table of female guests, Miss Diao's face flushed with excitement and she said, "My husband is really talented. Even the famous Mr. Heshan said that he is outstanding in poetry." As she spoke, she turned to Lin Qing'er.
He covered his mouth and said with a smile: "I think this sister should be unhappy again..."
"That's what my sister said." Lin Qing'er said calmly: "Your husband is promising, of course I am happy for you."
"Actually, Mr. Wang is not bad. He marries a man, dresses and eats, and his sister follows him to eat and drink, wear gold and silver, what else do he want in this life?" Miss Diao smiled even more and said: "Isn't that right, sisters?
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"Yes, yes." Naturally, all the female relatives were from the same country as Miss Diao, and they helped her laugh at Lin Qing'er, the wife of a petty official, saying: "Sister Lin will become a rich woman in the future, so don't ignore us sour scholars.
of."
"You are so mean." Lin Qing'er's pretty face turned pale, obviously suppressing her anger, but Yin Ling couldn't bear it anymore and cursed: "Are scholars great? Three people were hanged to death in Fuyang County last year, and the two of them are poor.
Scholar!"
"Pfft..." Wang Xian and Lin Qing'er burst into laughter at that time. This little girl is really... she is better than her master. Is there any scholar in Fuyang County who hanged himself? But she was right. Most scholars are right.
The truth about failure after repeated attempts and poverty.
The expressions of the rest of the people were ugly. Although most of them were descendants of officials, even if they failed repeatedly in the future, they would not be reduced to that point. But this damn girl's words made their sense of superiority disappear. Yes,
If you fail the examination, you will be considered a scholar. What's so great about it?
Moreover, in Zhejiang, a death group, even Li Yu dare not guarantee that he will be able to fight his way out of the siege and be nominated for the Guilin List. Even if he is confident, he will not dare to show bad character!
The superficial harmony was torn apart by Yin Ling, and the cabin fell into an awkward silence. Only Miss Diao stared at Yin Ling as if she wanted to eat someone, because she thought from 'You are too bitchy' to 'Bitches are hypocritical'
, Miss Diao has always been dealing with elegant people, and she always curses people without using curse words. How can she bear this kind of attack that makes people feel ashamed and has no chance to fight back. She wants to tear this little hoof's mouth to pieces, but that would be too damaging to herself.
In the end, he had no choice but to shout at poor Li Qi: "Li Ziyu, where is the boat you called for them? Let these vulgar people disappear quickly!"
"Only you are good." Yin Ling curled her lips and said crisply: "I just saw you jumping up and down all night, fanning the wind and lighting ghost fires. I am afraid that the world will not be chaotic. If Brother Li marries a wife like you, he might as well marry a big horse.
Where’s the monkey!”
At this time, not only Wang Xian and Lin Qing'er, but also several talented men and women who had never been used to Miss Diao's style couldn't help but giggle.
"I'll tear your stinky mouth apart!" Miss Diao rushed forward angrily. Lin Qing'er didn't expect that she could make a move, so she quickly stood up to block it, but it was already too late.
But Lin Qing'er underestimated Xiao Yinling's agility. When she saw her darting away, she dodged and hid behind Wang Xian.
He fell to the ground, hitting his forehead hard on the floor, and blood started to flow out.