Zhang Yue and Huang Lu studied in Wu's house behind closed doors for several days in order to attend the palace examination.
The butler sent by the Wu Mansion and the servants all know that Zhang Yue is now ranked second in the provincial examination, that is, he is the quasi-aunt of the manor. It is rare that he lives here now, so he should not be held in high esteem.
In order to serve his uncle-in-law and his good friends, Butler Wu and others tried every means.
Anyway, Zhang Yue and Huang Lu had all their needs met, except that they couldn't entertain themselves with wine and sex.
For example, Zhang Yue is from the south and is not used to northern food, so Butler Wu asked the elders in the house for advice on how to make some dishes from Fujian and Zhejiang in different ways.
When Zhang Yue comes together every day, servants will prepare hot soup for him to wash, and servants will dress him and tie his hair in a bun. After Zhang Yue is dressed, he drinks tea and rinses his mouth, then holds a book and reads.
After half an hour, we had breakfast.
Zhang Yue and Huang Lu sat down at the dining table, and placed the fried broad-leaf catechu, jujube cake, walnut meat, steamed rolls, bad ginger, etc. on the table.
After breakfast, Zhang Yue wandered around the house, exchanged reading experiences with Huang Lu, chatted, and then went back to his room to do his homework, a poem, a poem, a policy or an essay every day.
Unstoppable.
After finishing writing, Zhang Yue and Huang Lu commented on their respective articles, and then had lunch.
Everyone in Bianjing has the habit of having lunch, but in Taixue they only have two meals a day.
However, lunch was only some staple food, which was a transition between breakfast and dinner, so it was not very rich. After Zhang Yue slightly ate some, he went to take a nap in the house, while Huang Lu went back to his room to rest.
Zhang Yue slept for an hour or two before getting up, then went out for a walk with Huang Lu, and then returned to his room to take a shower.
The most anticipated thing of the day was dinner, which included tender chicken, fat goose, fat bream, and fresh fish. The best was undoubtedly the yellow mutton from the Liao Dynasty. Zhang Yue liked to dip it in garlic paste and devour it.
If he reads after eating, Zhang Yue usually rests at the second watch.
In February, the spring rain has just stopped, and people in the capital go out of the city to continue their spring outing.
The spring scenery outside Bianjing City is ten miles away.
Many scholars gathered friends and company and traveled with carriages and horses.
After reading for a few days, the weather was nice and the two of them went to the Erxianggong Temple in the west and inner city of the city together.
The Erxianggong Temple in the capital is a must-go place for everyone who comes to Bianjing to pray for children. It is extremely effective in praying for dreams and divination, and is even more famous than the Daxiangguo Temple.
As for who will be the father of these two husbands?
There are different opinions, but generally speaking, they are regarded as Ziyou and Zixia, two students of Confucius.
Ziyou was the Prime Minister of Wucheng, and Zixia hired all the kingdoms. I don’t know when the two of them became known as Xianggong. Erxianggong’s temple played a very important role in the minds of scholars who came to Beijing to take the exam. This temple has many miraculous things, which are countless. It is especially responsive when students ask questions about gains and losses.
Like a sound.
Therefore, before the Provincial Examination, Erxiang Gong Temple is particularly popular.
Zhang Yue and Huang Lu went there early in the morning. When they passed by the famous Wanjia Steamed Bun Shop in the capital, they bought two steamed buns and ate them while walking.
The two of them arrived at the Erxianggong Temple at the foot of the inner city and saw that there were quite a few scholars who came to pray.
People in the Song Dynasty generally believed that the imperial examinations depended on fate. Sometimes your essays could be world-class, but if you were not lucky, you would not be able to pass. But sometimes you failed to pass the exam after repeated attempts, and in desperation, you had a strange dream, and then tried to force it out.
Give it a try and you'll hit the mark.
Many scholars in the Song Dynasty circulated such stories about the imperial examination.
For example, a young man named Yang went to Erxianggong Temple to pray for a dream. In his dream, he saw the Jinshi list. His name was not on it, but there was a person with the same name named Yang Zheng.
So the man immediately changed his name to Yang Zheng, and he really passed the test.
Also, I dreamed about exam questions.
A student dreamed of Wu Zixu, a priest at home. For several days in a row, he asked him to read a poem about Guangwu Tongfu Gaozu. The candidate did so, and the final question happened to be the first two sentences of this poem. Finally, the person was able to
high school.
Now they arrived at the Erxianggong Temple, worshiped Ziyou and Zixia, and then placed the money in the hands of the boys. The monk in the temple told them to stay in the temple for one night and pray for dreams.
Zhang Yue and Huang Lu both smiled, and the monk added: "But the theory of praying for dreams is still empty. The most important thing for you in daily life is to do good deeds and accumulate virtue. If you do good deeds in this world, even if you fail to pass the exam, you can still leave it to your descendants."
If you do something unjust, even the fame you have gained will be lost."
Zhang Yue and Huang Lu both listened to the monk's advice with great respect and piety.
Huang Lu asked Zhang Yue if he believed it, and Zhang Yue said: "Why don't you believe it? One fate, two luck, three feng shui, four accumulation of yin virtue and five reading. You look at people's destiny and feng shui. What is your background, whether you are born smart or not, and where you are born. These are the
The most important thing is, but we can’t make the decision.”
"Therefore, the only way to do things is to accumulate yin virtue and study, and this accumulation of yin virtue is above and beyond studying. Being a man who can be filial to his parents, take care of his wife and children, and even sometimes give a kind word to others and not do unjust things in his life, these are better than
How many books you have read is more important than how big an official you are."
Huang Lu nodded, and then the two of them strolled around the temple.
There happened to be more than a dozen plum trees in the temple courtyard. Nowadays, the plum trees have almost withered after winter and spring, and only some plum blossoms are left hanging on the trees.
There was a fortune teller under the plum tree who was reading fortune-telling. When he saw the two scholars, he smiled slightly and waved to them in front of the stall.
Zhang Yue and Huang Lu looked at each other's immortal expressions and couldn't help but step forward.
The fortune teller smiled at the two of them and said, "I have a fate with you, and you are here to inquire about the future."
Zhang Yue and Huang Lu all nodded, and the fortune teller said: "Thousands of miles of study is just to become an official. If you have an official, you will have a wife, if you have a wife, you will have money, and if you have money, you will have fields. There are mountains of gold and silver in books."
Zhang Yue and Huang Lu shook their heads and said: "This statement is too vulgar, too vulgar."
The fortune teller smiled and said: "What is common and what is not common depends on whether you can get it or not. If you get it, it is common, if you can't get it, it is extraordinary. In fact, fame and fortune are like a dish. It tastes the same when you want to eat it, but it tastes the same when you eat it.
One taste, but if you eat it every day, it will be another taste."
Zhang Yue and Huang Lu all laughed and said, "It's interesting."
The fortune teller saw the two of them and listened to his words and continued: "How about you two doing fortune-telling?"
Zhang Yue and Huang Lu nodded. Huang Lu took the money and immediately took out a note.
But I saw that the note had the word "bu" written on it. However, the word "bu" was a little different, with the top and bottom slightly separated.
The fortune teller smiled and said: "It seems that this person has failed in his studies."
Huang Lu smiled casually and said: "It doesn't matter, I'm here anyway, just take the test casually."
The fortune teller said: "Officials are open-minded. It's the same reason. You don't have to despair. There is a way to resolve everything. I have a way here..."
Huang Lu smiled and said: "I don't know how to solve this problem and allow me to pass the imperial examination?"
The physiognomist was stunned for a moment, then his face changed, and he said forcefully: "It's hard to say. There was a scholar who asked me before and thought he would pass the imperial examination, but he got an eye disease... and couldn't write a word."
Huang Lu nodded, then put the note into his sleeve and said: "That's fine, I'll just use this note to take the imperial examination. If I pass the exam, I will come back and smash your stall!"
Zhang Yue quickly advised: "Anzhong, please be merciful when the time comes. Just destroy the stall and don't destroy the person."
The fortune teller was shocked when he heard this and said: "The official stays!"
Huang Lu turned around and said, "What to do?"
The fortune teller said: "Please give me this note to read again."
Huang Lu sneered and handed the note over.
The fortune teller looked at it and smiled and said: "Guanren, I am the same. You see, the word "de" is not continuous up and down. Isn't it just the same as "de"? Congratulations, official. Congratulations, official."
Zhang Yue and Huang Lu looked at each other and laughed in unison.
The fortune teller also wiped his sweat after seeing this and laughed twice.
"It's good for one person, and if you can make people laugh, that's all." Zhang Yue took out a handful of money and put it on the stall.
The fortune teller was overjoyed to get the money, and then said to Zhang Yue and Huang Lu: "I hit it off with you two. In fact, as soon as I saw you two, I could tell that they were both dragons and phoenixes. They will definitely be on the yellow list after the palace examination."
Zhang Yue and Huang Lu both said nothing and continued to visit the temple.
The two wandered to the back hall of the temple and saw a long white wall covered with poems.
It seems to be the graffiti left by those who came to Beijing after their arrival.
In later generations, it was of course considered uncivilized behavior to visit here, but in the Song Dynasty, it was a common practice among scholars.
There is also a special name called Lieti, which means writing names and poems on the pillars.
Many places even cater to readers who like to list topics on the walls by providing pen, ink and paper.
In many restaurants, hotels, temples and other places in Bianjing, a board dedicated to writing poems called a "poetry plate" will be hung.
The "poem cards" are pre-painted with a layer of white powder. After they are filled with poems, they can be washed off, painted with a layer of white powder again, and reused. Zhang Yue saw many of them at the Daxiangguo Temple during the Lantern Festival during the Lantern Festival.
Such a poem.
The treatment of scholars writing poems like this was different when they were revealed and before they were revealed.
There was a prime minister in the Tang Dynasty. He was a poor young man who lived in a temple. He was looked down upon and ignored by others. Later, he became a high official and returned to the temple where he lived. Not only was he received a grand reception, but he even had his own inscription on the wall.
The poems on it were also covered with blue gauze.
This person felt inspired after reading it and wrote a poem. There are words in the poem that have been dusty for thirty years, but now he has a green sarong.
Zhang Yue looked at the words on the wall.
Zhang Yue couldn't help but laugh and said: "I wonder who can get a blue sarong?"
Huang Lu smiled and said, "I don't know, but you and I might as well give it a try."
Zhang Yue shook his head and said: "I'm not good at poetry, so I won't mention it anymore. I'd rather read the good works of my predecessors."
So the two of them walked while reading the poems left by their predecessors on the wall.
Zhang Yue and Huang Luben came here to look at a few green sarongs, to see if any famous celebrities they knew had left poems here, so that it would be an eye-opener for them.
However, what surprised Zhang Yue and Huang Lu was that 99% of the people who wrote the inscriptions here were unknown to them, and they had never even heard of them.
Zhang Yue and Huang Lu became more and more uneasy when they saw what was happening behind them, and their backs ran cold with sweat.
Looking at their poems, there are complacency, anxiety, disdain, and various life styles.
Now their poems and articles remain here, but where have the people gone?
There are hundreds of thousands of people on this wall, are there only a few who can leave their names in the history of history?
ps: After the author coded, for some reason I got a severe headache just looking at the chapter I just coded, so I apologize to everyone if I made any mistakes. If book friends see it, you can post it in the chapter review or book review. I saw it.
