Chapter 1019

"... the laurel fragrance words under the moon will be tested first, and Zu would like Hsinchu to circle the Phoenix pool..." Zhang Hui, the waiter of the Ministry of rites, said with a smile after reading it back and forth twice: "you see, this poem is the best in the audience?"

Everyone put down the poem in their hands and looked at it, then nodded slightly and said, "there is a slight lack of words, but we can see their ambition from the poem. It is also a good story to inherit the will of their late father."

Zhang Hui nodded his signature and said with a smile, "more than that, who do you guess about this poem?"

Some people are not willing to guess. They directly probe to see the signature, "Bai Shan? Never heard of it. "

Zhang Hui said, "but I've heard it. Not only have I heard it, but I've seen it once."

"Oh, his post for Lord Zhang?"

"That's not true. As far as I know, he hasn't posted poems to anyone since he came to Beijing." He smiled and said, "he is one of the children of his majesty Enyin who went to Beijing to study this year. He was admitted to Guozi school. Fortunately, he is the youngest of the three, only 13 years old."

Surprised, the judges gathered around and read his poem again, then touched his beard and said with a smile, "it's really rare."

"I don't know his father because..."

"I heard that when I was a county magistrate, I went up the mountain to suppress bandits for the protection of people's wealth." When these students enter the school, the imperial college needs to communicate with the Ministry of rites. After all, this is what they do. Zhang Hui happened to be responsible for it at that time.

Therefore, he is most familiar with the newly enrolled Guozijian students.

Peng Zhiru's post was given by him.

Originally thought that Peng Zhiru and Lu Xiaofo should be the most brilliant this time. Unexpectedly, Bai Shan, who has been low-key and doesn't seem to like communication, also came and made good poems.

Many people came to the poetry fair this time, including Peng Zhiru, Lu Xiaofo and his classmates, as well as Bai Shan and his teachers.

The former wrote poems directly in the poetry club on the side of the atrium. At that time, the judges invited by the poetry club will choose the best top three. It is said that all of them have colorful heads.

As for what color is, not many people care.

Even if the organizers pick up a stone from the flower bed and give it to them, they will like it. After all, they come here not for color, but for fame.

Fame has gone out, and they can get fame and wealth in the future.

The latter is divided into two parts. Mr. Zhuang left several disciples to attend the cultural meeting in the side garden. In fact, he talked and debated with a group of middle-aged and elderly people, and occasionally enjoyed the poems made by the next generation.

Man Bao was bored after they handed in the poems. He saw many people writing several poems in succession, obviously in case someone exceeded him.

If you can't win by quality, you can win by quantity.

So no one paid attention to them, who only wrote one song, or who had given up struggling and didn't even hand in a capital.

Bai Shan looked around and said simply, "why don't we go next door to see sir? I'm still curious, sir. What do they talk about when they attend the cultural conference?"

Man Bao: "well, know in advance and prepare in advance. You will have experience when you come to this kind of poetry meeting when you are old."

"... when I'm old, I won't come to the poetry fair," Bai Shan said. "I'd rather climb the mountains and enjoy the flowers and grass than come to the poetry fair."

Peng Zhiru and Lu Xiaofo couldn't help laughing at him because they heard Bai Erlang say, "don't worry. It's uncertain whether you can live until then."

Peng Zhiru's face stiffened for a moment and turned to see Bai Shan. He thought he would be angry. After all, if it was so unlucky, who knows that Bai Shan's face hasn't changed. He said directly: "so we're going to join the fun this time. Don't you find it? Mr. Bai doesn't like to go out since he came to the capital."

"Yes, yes," man Bao said, "when I was in Yizhou, my husband was cute and went out. He was often invited to dinner and drink. Sometimes we couldn't ask him out."

Peng Zhiru silently closed his mouth. He felt that he could not insert the words of the three people.

Lu Xiaofo is also going to leave without an excuse.

Just thinking, man Bao turned around and asked them, "Mr. Peng, Mr. Lu, do your teachers like to participate in the cultural conference?"

After a pause, they said, "we didn't worship teachers."

There are many teachers who teach them, but none of them offer tea and worship teachers.

In the past, it was because the time had not yet come. Now when we arrive in the capital, we can really find a teacher for ourselves.

The side garden is much more lively than them. A group of middle-aged and elderly people sit and stand in twos and threes. They don't have a fixed topic, so they argue face-to-face or talk together with similar interests.

So three or two people here are arguing face-to-face, blushing and thick necked. They want to roll up their sleeves and have a fight with each other. There is a pleasant laugh, and then two or three heads gather together to say something happily.

Four teenagers and a girl who entered the new world:

The five people blinked and thought it was different from the gentlemen's meeting they imagined.

So the five people didn't dare to disturb the group, moved slowly and slipped in from the side, and then slipped in to find their husband.

Finally, they found Mr. Zhuang behind a cluster of flowers and trees.

Mr. Zhuang is sitting with the two, with a pleasant smile on his face, tasting tea together.

When the man sitting opposite him saw five young people coming, he couldn't help laughing and asked, "whose younger generation is this? Why don't you play in the atrium and come here? "

Mr. Zhuang looked back slightly, waved to Bai Shan and said with a smile, "I've seen Mr. Jiang and Mr. Chen."

Man Bao immediately led his two younger martial brothers to salute. Peng Zhiru and Lu Xiaofo also saluted together.

Mr. Zhuang first introduced Peng Zhiru and Lu Xiaofo. Then he pointed to man Bao and said, "this is my eldest disciple, this is my second disciple, and this is my third disciple."

Mr. Jiang looked at the arrangement of the three of them from low to high. He couldn't help laughing and said, "the ranking of your disciples is quite regular."

Mr. Zhuang smiled and explained, "it's calculated according to the time of entry, and it's also discussed by several children themselves."

Bai Erlang whispered, "it's not a discussion at all..."

Mr. Chen looked at man Bao curiously and asked, "why did Mr. Zhuang take a girl as a disciple?"

Mr. Zhuang said with a smile, "Confucius said that there are no classes. I can't do anything else. I can work hard on this point and barely catch up with it."

Mr. Chen stopped talking.

Mr. Jiang nodded approvingly. Seeing that the three men Bao stood very clever and liked them more, he touched his body and didn't find anything. He smiled and said, "I didn't have any gifts for you in a hurry today. Just write a few words with you. Should the right be a gift for you?"

Man Bao, they haven't responded yet. Peng Zhiru and Lu Xiaofo have brightened their eyes and bowed respectfully, "thank you, Mr. Jiang."