Shi Changjun sighed, thinking that there are times when a poor scholar jumps over the dragon gate.∷∷,

After a poem about traveling to the garden, Dong Xiaoshuang and Shi Changjun took out a few poems that were better written just now. Ye Xianggao's poems are elegant and lofty, and Weng Zhengchun's poems have a sentimental taste, but they can move people's hearts. Chen Yiyu's poems have the temperament of wealth and elegance.

Therefore, the poems of these three people were arranged and they were taken out to appreciate them.

I wrote a few more poems below that I could make comments, occasionally mixed with works by several other people, but most of them are among the three Ye Weng and Chen.

Everyone knew that these three people were worthy of being the popular candidates for the test case. Of course, some people were dissatisfied with it. The court used the meaning of the classics to select scholars, not poetry and essays. Some people refuted that the meaning of the classics was only seen in the examination hall, but the poems were written, and the talent of a person was enough to show.

As for Lin Yanchao's poems that are not good or bad, they are barely considered to be mid-range and completely lost to everyone. According to this statement, they can only be mediocre.

However, Huang Biyou was dissatisfied and complained in a low voice: "What kind of girls' school book is just a few words, and I can also comment on our poems."

Huang Biyou complained that he didn't have a loud voice, but was heard by several people on the side. They sneered: "The two of you have sang poems for scholars and juren. If you come to the house for the exam, you may be ranked higher than your brother's platform."

"What, you said I'm not as good as a few tricks." Huang Biyou was angry and argued with him. The scholars simply picked up Huang Biyou's poem and criticized him in pain.

Lin Yanchao knew that Huang Biyou's poems were not very good. But he was also his fellow student and classmate, so he couldn't help him. These scholars didn't dare to quarrel in class. They were afraid that they would lose face in public, so they stopped quarreling now.

Then several candidates rushed to comment on their past poems to two girls' school books, which was quite a bit of a favor.

Lin Yanchao couldn't help but shake his head when he saw this. The atmosphere of scholars at that time slowed down his pursuit of success. He either held his poems and essays all day long and threw himself into the crowd. As long as he could make a name for him, whether he was a rich businessman or a good person, he only knew how to make a name for himself, or he was unintentional in studying, traveling under the forest, enjoying the worship of wine and music.

No wonder others say that the winds of the end of the world are getting worse.

Thinking of this, Lin Yanchao couldn't help but feel a little angry and immediately pushed the case aside and stopped writing. He was ashamed of these scholars who held their stinky feet. Of course, because his poems were really bad, he thought that if he wanted to become famous, he needed to find another way.

At the end of the poetry meeting, Dong Xiaoshuang, who is good at compiling music, divided the poems of Ye Xianggao and Chen Yiyu into one. After everyone sang a few sentences, Lin Yanchao knew that these two new songs would soon be circulated in the local brothel market.

The two of them are worthy of this trip, with a great reputation and a full return.

After the poetry meeting, it was still early, and Chen Yiyu invited a privately-supported voice genius class to sing songs for others.

At that moment, more than thirty scholars turned around and came to the side of Yishui Pavilion, where there was a stage.

Kunqu Opera was the most popular at that time.

In the afternoon sun, listening to the gentle music, everyone couldn't help but feel drunk and felt a sense of laziness.

Lin Yanchao couldn't help but think that it would be great if he listened to a song here, the famous singing of Kunqu opera in the garden was shocking dreams. Unfortunately, Tang Xianzu had not written the Four Dreams of Linchuan at that time.

On the stage, the story of Liang Hao from the Northern Song Dynasty who became the top scholar at the age of 82.

The candidates saw that Liang Hao was 82 years old, with palace flowers on his head, wearing a ruffian robe, and hitting horses on the street, and were envious.

Lin Yanchao said in confusion: "Liang Hao is so old that even if he wins the top scorer, he won't be an official for a few days. What's there to envy?" It's more important that Lin Yanchao is a young man after all. Seeing that an older man wins the top scorer, there is no sense of immersion in such a plot. You are writing a novel about winning the top scorer at the age of 80 and jumping to grandma's house.

Huang Biyou didn't have this idea and said, "Oh, so what if I was eighty-two years old? If I really wanted me to become the top scholar in Japan, I would be willing to live up to 100 years old. This is the glory of a scholar for the rest of my life." Huang Biyou said this, even Ye Xianggao, Chen Xinggui, Weng Zhengchun and others showed their consent.

After watching the play for a while, some people wanted to continue listening to the song, and some people wanted to play chess, so they all did their own things.

At this time, several women wearing silk came and saw the man covering his face with a fan and walked into a water pavilion next to him. The water pavilion was hanging with thick gauze, which was blocked from the sight. No one here saw how the woman looked.

Lin Yanchao couldn't help feeling a little regretful. Huang Biyou said, "Brother Lin, you should stop watching these women."

"Why"

"These women are all women from the official family. Unless the matchmaker is married properly, they will not even be a concubine. What do you think about it after seeing it? You can't eat it. Of course, you have the ability of Zhang Sheng to steal fragrance and jade. And Dong Xiaoshuang and Shi Changjun's brothel women seem noble, but they are just waiting for a price. If you are really a famous scholar, you can marry as a concubine, and the eldest wife will not be jealous."

After saying that, Huang Biyou said again, marrying a wife and a virtuous person, marrying a concubine and a splendid person, who should keep him at home and who should bring him out to play with him.

However, Lin Yanchao looked at the scholar who was huddling with Dong Xiaoshuang on the side, and Shi Changjun was competing to present poems and said, "Do you think we two can squeeze in?"

Huang Biyou said unconvincedly: "Yes, when I pass the government examination and pass the scholar-in-law, I will be able to squeeze in."

"That's not enough. Even if you become a scholar and a scholar, you won't be able to do it without a good suit."

"What do you think I am ugly and you are very handsome?" Huang Biyou was immediately angry.

Lin Yanchao laughed and said, "I won't argue with you anymore, I'll go watch chess."

There were two chess games in the Xuan, and Lin Yanchao chose the game with the most people watching. It turned out that Chen Ruoyu personally ended up playing chess with one person.

The calculations of ancient chess in the Ming and Qing dynasties are different from those of the current postings. They use the chess tip to calculate the winner and lose. Lin Yanchao also read a long paragraph before he understood the rules.

Chen Yiyu played chess very quickly, and he made a move on the chessboard without thinking. The same was true for the other person. For laymen like Lin Yanchao, they like to watch others play fast chess the most. The same is true for the people on the side, and their level is not very high, so there are more people watching.

Chen Yiyu lost in the first set and was quite dissatisfied. In the second set, he switched first and then played again. This time the two were in a very stalemate. From the layout, from the middle set to the official, there was still no difference in the victory or defeat.

When the two of them were in charge, the chess pieces on the chessboard were interspersed in black and white, and they exchanged pieces from time to time, making everyone look dazzled and nervous and exciting.

When he finally decided to decide the winner, Lin Yanchao thought about it and pushed a little bit at a chess with his toes on his side while others were not paying attention.

The scholar's center of gravity was unstable and could not hold back. He fell forward and his sleeves brushed across the chessboard. Although the person had not fallen, he fell a large piece of chess pieces.

This made both the chess and both of them were surprised and couldn't help but glar at the fat man.

People on the side saw the chess pieces scattered all over the ground and said, "What a pity, what a pity."

He helped Chen Yiyu and the others pick up the chess pieces and asked: "How can I still play chess?"

Chen Yiyu said: "If it is a mid-market fashion, but now it has made hundreds of moves, who can remember it?"
Chapter completed!