The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 94: Cultural Festival
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Tomorrow is Autumn, a day that the students of the Yu Dynasty are eagerly looking forward to but extremely nervous about.
Ten years of cold weather are just for these three days of autumn.
If you can be named on the gold list, it will be like the carp leaping over the dragon gate. The road from now on will be a golden avenue!
And if he is not on the list...how can he have the face to meet the Jiangdong elders?
So, I don’t know since what year, on the day before autumn, many students came to Lantingji to worship - Lantingji is the most important place for literary affairs in the world. I want to come there. Wenquxing would come to stay here occasionally. If he was favored by Wenquxing, he could get that glimmer of inspiration in autumn and write that beautiful article, maybe he would be named on the gold list.
So behind the Lanting Pavilion, there is an altar specially used for cultural sacrifices. Next to the altar is an exquisite tower with seven orifices. This tower is not a wooden structure, but made of bluestone with several windows. , hollow inside, used to burn those articles for the literati.
At this moment, many students have gathered here, including Zhang Wenhan, Zhou Tianyou, Fang Wenxing and others.
They were going to participate in the Qiuwei Festival tomorrow. They were standing outside the crowd, chatting about the story of the cultural festival, waiting for Yan Xiwen's arrival.
Yan Xiwen won the first prize last year, so of course he does not need to suffer the consequences of the three days of Qiu Wei.
But as a young literary leader in Beijing, Yan Xiwen had to attend such a cultural festival, just to encourage these poor juniors, cheer them up, and wish them good luck. May Wenquxing Always shining on you and so on.
This is a kind of spiritual sustenance that has existed since ancient times and has lasted for countless years. Coupled with the many legends about Wenquxing appearing as a saint, the students who came to Beijing for the scientific examination were convinced and paid great attention to this matter of Wenquxing.
Not long after, Yan Xiwen came with his sister Yan Xiaolou. Yan Xiaolou was wearing a white face scarf, and Yan Xiwen looked happy.
"Excuse me for waiting. Just now Xiwen went to Sifanglou to book a banquet. I would like to invite everyone to have a light meal together at noon today."
When Fang Wenxing heard this, he smiled and said: "It seems that Brother Xiwen's good thing has been settled, but I don't know whether this good thing is engaged to Miss Shulan or whether he will let it go when there is a real need?"
Yan Xiwen laughed and shook his head, "Shulan is quite rough there, so take your time on this matter."
To put it this way, it means that he has received a real vacancy. All the students were envious and congratulated him one after another.
After the Yu Dynasty took office, it was not possible to arrange work immediately. It had to wait. There was a hole for each carrot. If the carrot was not pulled out, the hole would not be there.
It is said that the Jinshi who waited the longest was admitted to the Jinshi at the age of 22 and waited until the age of 48, a full twenty-six years, to get the post of county magistrate.
Of course, this is an example. But even for a powerful family like Yan Xiwen, he had to wait for a full year.
For students like Zhou Tianyou and Zhang Wenhan, it is normal to wait three to five years if they are admitted.
"Don't be anxious. The first step is to be named on the gold list. Now His Majesty is investigating and punishing corruption in disaster relief. Many officials will lose their heads in this matter. From what I see, this is Your Majesty's first step. , the next step should be to rectify the administration, so gentlemen, you will definitely have a bright future in the future!"
These students all know that His Majesty sent four imperial envoys to inspect the Thirteen Roads, and His Majesty’s portrait is still posted on the wall of Lanting Pavilion. It's just that they didn't think like Yan Xiwen did. Now when they heard what Yan Xiwen said, it meant that many carrots would be pulled out, and the hole would be vacated, so everyone became excited.
Yan Xiaolou felt that it was not interesting, so she told her brother and left alone. She went to the Thousand Steles to read the poem listed in the first column of Grade A.
"I just met Dong Xiude in Sifang Building." Yan Xiwen frowned slightly and added: "If I think about it carefully, I haven't seen him for a long time. I thought he was picking up the sages' books again. I really calmed down. Come to prepare for autumn, but now it doesn’t look like this.”
Many people here know the second son of the Dong family. After all, he is Dong Shulan’s second brother, but they have little interaction with each other because they have different ways of doing things.
Everyone is dedicated to studying, but the second young master Dong is looking for a beautiful smile.
It doesn't matter if you ask for a smile from a beautiful woman. In fact, for many literary talents, this is not a dirty thing, and it can even be talked about as a good thing. However, this Second Young Master Dong doesn't have much money.
This is a bit embarrassing. Fortunately, the second young master Dong has a good skin and went to the red-sleeved move. The girl Xue Feifei saved him several times.
"He doesn't understand Brother Xiwen's sincere words. There is nothing we can do about it...Brother Xiwen didn't ask Miss Shulan?"
Yan Xiwen smiled bitterly, "I asked, and he said that Shulan already has someone he likes."
How is this possible?
Is there any other young man in the capital whose reputation can surpass that of Yan Xiwen?
In this great Yu Dynasty, apart from the royal family, which other family has a rich heritage comparable to that of the Yan family?
Everyone was puzzled, and Fang Wenxing asked: "Did he say who he was? I want to see who it is!"
"He said...it's Fu Xiaoguan!"
……
Fu Xiaoguan!
It was suddenly quiet, but the expressions were different, most of them unbelievable. Especially Fang Wenxing and Zhang Wenhan.
More than a month has passed since the Mid-Autumn Festival in August. The words that Fang Wenxing and Yan Xiwen said at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival echoed in their ears again.
"If he wins, we will look after him. If he loses, he will not even step foot in Beijing!"
"Okay, I, Yan Xiwen, swear that if the words he writes are superior to us, then if we see him from now on, we will treat him as disciples. If the words he writes are inferior to us, then he You can’t even take a step into Shangjing!”
Of course Fu Xiaoguan won. Did this countryman from Linjiang come to Beijing? What should I do?
"I don't know if Fu Xiaoguan came to Beijing, but he is qualified to come. After all, we lost, and we are convinced that we lost. Okay, let's ignore this matter for the time being, and let the cultural festival begin."
Zhang Wenhan was a little distracted, with a hint of anger hidden in his eyes.
He had already known about the incident of his sister Zhang Pei'er who threw herself into the river, and briefly told the whole story in his father's letter. The reason why his sister threw herself into the river was because of Fu Xiaoguan.
The love between brother and sister is deep, and in a blink of an eye, his sister is gone. He must avenge this!
……
Fu Xiaoguan posted the eloquent policy statement on the wall, and then he and Su Mo Chunxiu came to the Thousand Steles Stone.
He looked at the poems and articles above carefully, and found that there were indeed no names of the big guys from his previous life. He felt quite weird, as this time travel was a bit strange.
Then he came to the Thousand Stele Stone of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Collection, looked at the water tune song on the top of the stone, smiled bitterly, and said: "This **** thing, it looks like an epitaph. Do you want to scrape it off?"
Yan Xiaolou was reciting piously and silently, and when he heard this voice coming from his ears, he immediately frowned.