In the small pavilion, the old man had a four-chapter scroll in his hand, and everyone present had the contents in mind.
There were four more juniors in the pavilion, and they all stood at a loss and didn't know what they were doing.
Needless to say, Lu Qin, Ouyang Changhao, and Liu Ruyan, but the man named Su Heng has a great background. He is the number one talent in Yangzhou City. He has been famous for a long time. He was born in commoners and rarely has help from noble people, so he is still a wandering scholar. If
In terms of true talent and learning, this man definitely has the ability to help the world. He just wishes he was born in a peaceful and prosperous age, otherwise he will definitely be remembered in the long history.
"You are the most talented young people in Yangzhou. The four of you who answered the previous 'Confucian scholar' question are most satisfying." The old man looked at the four of them and slowly spoke, "However, the articles you write are limited after all.
We can take this opportunity to talk about each other’s understanding of ‘Confucian scholars’ later.”
The four people did not answer immediately. The old man first handed the answer sheet to the prefect, and then the prefect handed the answer sheet to each of them so that they could think clearly in the subsequent discussion.
It was reasonable for Ouyang Changhao, Su Heng, and Lu Qin to be chosen, but it was a bit surprising that Miss Liu was chosen. After all, there are many capable people out there who are above Liu Ruyan in terms of reputation and practical knowledge.
Among the four people, Ouyang Changhao and Liu Ruyan's answer sheets were full of words, while the answer sheets in the hands of Lu Qin and Su Heng only had a few words.
Everyone took their answer sheets, and just when someone was about to elaborate further, Su Heng was surprised: "Huh? This... this wasn't written by me."
As soon as the words came out, everyone in the pavilion was shocked and cast curious glances.
The prefect also came over: "Didn't Mr. Su write, 'Confucian scholars are what people need'?"
Su Heng also frowned and looked at the answer sheet in his hand. What was written on it was indeed "Confucian scholars are what people need", but the handwriting was completely different from his. What was even more obvious was that there was a small "Xia" in the corner of the answer sheet.
Character.
Su Heng only had the answer sheet and did not leave his name on the paper.
"Xia?" The magistrate also saw this and exclaimed, "Is it possible that the surname of the person who answered this question is 'Xia'? But why is it exactly the same as Mr. Su's answer?"
"What? Are there such strange things in the world?"
Not only the prefect, but also all the dignitaries sitting in the pavilion stood up in surprise.
This is a rare thing. During the policy discussion, the two people's discussions were exactly the same. This has never been encountered before.
The old man in the middle also stood up with a smile, walked to the desk beside him, and pulled out another identical one from the pile of answer sheets. There was no word "Xia" on it, only "Confucianism, what people need."
"Master Su, is this your question paper?"
Su Heng took a look and recognized it at a glance: "It's exactly what I wrote."
Now it's even more surprising.
Mr. Su's answer sheet was found. Who did the answer sheet with the word "Xia" written on it come from?
"Come here!" the old man said cheerfully, his heart was at ease, "Find the person who answered this question quickly."
…
While everyone in the pavilion was talking, the second batch of selected works was also announced. Only five or six people were selected, and were invited from the lakeside at the bottom of the mountain to outside the small pavilion halfway up the mountain, and they also had a place.
But among these few people, there was no one named Xia Shang. Seeing that the young man who had come in earlier to beg for a beating was invited to the mountainside by the tea-picking girls, the one from Jiangnan was anxious, his face was red, and he was full of dissatisfaction.
"Sir! It's all your fault. Who told you not to answer seriously? It's fine now, just watch others go up."
Xia Shang's expression was flat: "When you come, take care of yourself. Don't force anything. We were not invited, not because I didn't answer well, but because no one here appreciates it."
"Hahaha……"
Xia Shang's words caused a burst of laughter, and the laughter came from the invited person, who stopped and looked back at Xia Shang.
"This is the first time I have seen such shameless people. It really opened my eyes."
"That's it! If you really have the ability, why don't you see anyone inviting you to go up there? You still shamelessly say that others don't understand appreciation. You don't even think about how many capable people are here today. Could it be that everyone doesn't understand appreciation? I can't compare to you if you are so shameless.
"
Someone not far away agreed, and Jiangnan was so angry that he paced back and forth. If he had a whip in his hand, he would definitely give them a few whips.
At this moment, a person came over quickly, took out an answer sheet in front of Xia Shang, and asked urgently: "Xia Shang? Is that you? Did you answer this question?"
The next person who looked at it turned out to be the prefect!
The prefect came in person, but he didn't know what was going on. Everyone was so frightened that they all backed away.
Xia Shang was also shocked. He looked at the answer sheet in the prefect's hand and was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses and nodded.
The prefect was overjoyed: "It's really you!"
Seeing that Xia Shang took the initiative to admit it, the prefect said no more, grabbed Xia Shang's hand and pulled him up the mountain without any explanation.
What's happening here?
The prefect personally came to invite him to go up the mountain?
Is this a joke?
"Sir, wait for me!" General Jiang Nan reacted and quickly chased after everyone before he could taunt everyone present.
This time it's better, the prefect came to invite me in person, which is very honorable.
At this moment, I can only describe it as overjoyed.
I thought that the Xia Chamber of Commerce would follow the prefect and leave like this, but they stopped abruptly after taking a few steps.
The prefect was anxious: "Oh! Let's go quickly."
"Don't panic! I still have something to say."
“If you have anything to say, we’ll talk about it later!”
"No, I have to say it now."
The prefect had nothing to do with him, so he threw away his hand and said, "If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly."
Xia Shang shook his clothes coquettishly, turned around and cupped his hands to everyone who was looking at him, showing a standard Confucian attitude.
Everyone felt relieved after seeing this, thinking that this guy was still aware of current affairs and was not arrogant or complacent.
Just as he was thinking about it, Xia Shang raised his head after saluting and said with a faint smile: "Don't get me wrong, Xia just wants to say that everyone who laughed at me before is rubbish."
After saying that, he no longer looked closely at other people's expressions, turned around and patted the prefect on the shoulder: "Sir, let's go."
Jiang Nan listened with great joy, turned around and added to the stunned people: "It's all rubbish!"
After I finished speaking, I realized how my husband felt before. It was so refreshing!
Mr. is just Mr., he is so knowledgeable when he scolds people.
The stunned people gradually came back to their senses, and they were all so angry that their eyes almost popped out of their heads.
"This guy is so arrogant that people and gods are outraged!"
"What a shame!"
"Brother Meng, you must mention us and others to destroy this man's prestige!"
The man called Brother Meng was the one who was invited to go to the mountainside. He was also very angry and said in his heart that everyone was invited to go to the mountainside. He was just invited by the prefect himself. After all, it was not
What is there for a kind of people to be proud of?
"Don't worry, everyone, Meng is not talented and must do his best to wash away the shame!"
After that, the man surnamed Meng went to the small pavilion halfway up the mountain with great momentum. Looking around, he couldn't see where Xia Shang was. Only Jiang Nan was lounging outside.
"Where is your husband? Please come quickly and debate with me for three hundred rounds."
Jiang Nan rolled his eyes at the other person: "My husband is in the pavilion, are you qualified to go in? You trash!" (To be continued)