The old scholar was probably too excited. He almost danced when he said this. Inadvertently, the small wooden box in his hand flew out. By the time the old scholar exclaimed, Wei Changpan had already rushed out with quick eyes and hands, just in time for it to land.
The moment before, he was firmly grasped in the palm of his hand.
The old scholar who rushed to Wei Changpan's side in three steps and two steps saw Wei Changpan throwing himself on the ground with a disgraced face, but the small wooden box was still unscathed. The yellow cypress wood that was made into the small box was still solid after so many years.
Yes, but the silver lock was loosened by such a jolt, and the contents of the box were exposed to the stars and the moon, and to the eyes of the young man.
The old scholar stroked his gray-black beard, which had few strands left, and stared blankly at the piece of jewelry.
This pendant was made of jade, and the quality was not very good, but it could only be afforded by the young scholar who was so ambitious and determined to win three yuan in a row that he had to spend all his money in his wallet.
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"I heard from the jade seller that jade can ward off evil spirits. It's a small thing. It's not worth much. I bought it on the street. I heard that you are in poor health and are easily contaminated by evil spirits, so I gave it to you." The young scholar said shyly.
The wooden box in his hand was handed to the beauty in gorgeous clothes.
He listened nervously to the joking discussions coming from behind the beauty, and among them was something about the hairpin. If someone hadn't inadvertently looked at the thing he took out as a gift, he really wouldn't have been able to tell what it was.
People who can give away fake goods are so thick-skinned.
The thin-skinned young scholar was a little embarrassed at the moment, his cheeks were red, and he almost didn't directly admit that he was the one who gave away the dyed fake green hairpin.
It's true, no wonder he did it intentionally. This scholar knew very little about things other than the books of sages, and he met an unscrupulous dealer with a smooth tongue. He actually spent more money than buying a genuine piece.
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That beauty with a charming smile has many suitors in Wuhang City, and this poor scholar who has not yet accomplished his achievements is no exception. He is one of the richest families in Qingshan Town, and in this Jiangzhou prefecture
In the city, even the sons of third-rate aristocratic families are hard to compare with. If you want to win the heart of a beautiful woman with such an affordable piece of jewelry, you don't want to take a piss and look at yourself.
No matter how ignorant he was of the world, he still knew these things. After he came out of the Gongyuan, he was forced to drink flower wine by fellow scholars from Qishan County. After swallowing three quilts, his face turned red and he couldn't bear the alcohol, so he hugged those people.
The fellow scholar who was drinking with the girl in his arms said hello and went out to take a breath.
Drink flower wine in Wuhang City
The places to go were also divided into three, six or nine. His rich father, Jia Qishan County, who was one of the scholars in his hometown, took care of all the expenses for drinking flower wine with a wave of his hand. Naturally, the places he went to were among the many in Wuhang City.
With such a scapegoat willing to pay, the other scholars from Qishan County became more active. Two of them knew that there was no hope for the imperial examination, so they flattered this rich fellow countryman in every possible way, intending to come here after returning home.
It might as well be for your rich father, who is a scholar, to get a lucrative job.
He had no intention of collaborating with these people, but he just couldn't stand the shame of being a fellow countryman. He still had to go to many scenes that were supposed to be hometown gatherings, but most of them just stopped and showed up.
Over time, these fellow villagers began to dislike his self-reliance, but as the most promising high school student among his fellow villagers, this dislike was not revealed to the public.
After opening the window on the corridor, he felt that the tightness in his chest was getting better. He sighed, straightened his clothes, and was about to turn around and go back to accompany his fellow villagers. At least he would have to wait for three rounds of wine and food before he could find an excuse to excuse himself.
Before turning around, he glanced out the window. A meandering river passed through the city, separating the pavilion from the Gongyuan on the other side of the river. Fireworks, powder, and the fragrance of pen and ink faced each other across the river. I don't know whether the former disliked the latter's pedantry or the latter.
Those who are tired of the former's frivolity.
Jiangzhou Gongyuan can only be overcrowded for a few days during the provincial examination every year. The rest of the days are mostly deserted, and this moment is no exception.
Looking up at the dark and silent Gongyuan, and the glittering lights of golden powder, it is like the difference between day and night on the August night in Jiangzhou.
He was not interested in admiring the scenery in the Gongyuan, nor did he want to go back and have a drink with his fellow villagers right now, and then casually hug a woman after getting drunk.
Perhaps it was the teachings of the sages that were worshiping him in his mind, or maybe the scholarly spirit in his heart was just about to stir up, he couldn't help but sigh:
"Why is this place of mist and moonlight facing Gongyuan?"
In fact, this statement is very biased among the scholars of Dayao and the lower ranks. Adding flowers to the mood, drinking wine to add to the fun, and doing elegant things are exactly what we should do.
"Many people from Gongyuan come to this place of mist and moonlight for lust."
There was a woman behind the young scholar who retorted. After thinking for a moment, he felt that this statement actually made sense. In addition, as a member of Gongyuan, he was also here, so he had no reason to say this.
Knowing that he had made a mistake, he turned around and bowed his head to the woman and handed over his hands, as an apology for his previous words.
When he raised his head, he was shocked by the scene in front of him that looked like stars looming over the moon. He could tell at a glance that there were many noble family members in Wuhang City. He had actually seen a few of them, but now
Dozens of them appeared together, like stars, guarding the moon in the center.
It was this dazzling moon that spoke before.
Moths are like golden strands of snow and willows, and laughter is full of hidden fragrance.
When his soul re-possessed him, he could only feel the faint scent in the air. Although it was light, it was incompatible with the precious incense on the bodies of the dozens of scholars.
When a wealthy family member from Qishan County goes to Wuhang City's largest place to drink flower wine, they can only find the most ordinary women to accompany them. If all the other women here are flowers, then she is undoubtedly the leader among them.
He didn't know this until later. After drinking the flower wine anxiously, he went to inquire about his fellow villagers. Those scholars in Qishan County thought that this boy who read the books of sages had finally enlightened, and they knew that he could talk about everything.
Perhaps it was fate that the former chief examiner of Jiangzhou Gongyuan also drank wine here that night. When he learned that the scholars from Qishan County were also here, his impression of the candidates in this place suddenly plummeted. When the papers were reviewed the next day, Qishan County was chosen.
All the examination papers for the students were given the lowest grade. In short, they had no hope of being listed.
The young scholar, who was still completely unaware of this, had become acquainted with her, knew her surname was Chen, and gave her a hairpin, and she sewed a Confucian shirt herself as a gift.
If this were to be known to all the aristocratic families in Wuhang City, they would gnash their teeth in hatred towards him.
Young Xiu did not return to his hometown, but thought about the day when he would become famous. Would it be good to return to Wuhang and marry her?
He retracted his thoughts and looked around. The lights were dim. She lifted up her skirt. She was smiling. She was smiling at him.