The spring rain is continuous, and the drizzle is as thin as silk. ⊙

In a beautiful private courtyard in the inner city of the capital, several scholars gathered in the lobby to recite poems and write pairs, sat in separate cases, and sang and chatted, and the atmosphere was warm. Each of them had an outstanding beauty with wine.

Sitting in the first seat was a man in his thirties and forties, wearing a Confucian shirt, handsome face, laughing out loud from time to time, and acting unruly.

Gongsun Liang, wearing a white shirt and a jade-like face, sat in the third position on the right, and talked freely to his friends and beauty.

The next morning, the spring rain had not stopped. Jia Huan and Gongsun Liang, who were covered in spring breeze, hired carriages in the carriage and returned to Wendao Academy. Gongsun Liang was in a very good mood, talking and laughing all the way, making people feel like spring breeze.

Jia Huan thought Gongsun Liang was very excited at Jiaofangsi last night, so he was in a good mood and smiled. He felt sad last night and only occasionally did it. People always have to look forward.

If you take life seriously, life will take you seriously.

After returning to the academy, Jia Huan immediately resumed his tense life at three points and one line and studied hard to prepare for the exam. Under the guidance of Ye Shanlang, he wrote three eight-part essays every day, actively preparing for the 26th-day Wanping County Examination.

On the 15th, the Academy was held. Jia Huan's ranking rose to 15th in Class A. It made obvious progress. His writing skills were improving rapidly. The top 20 students in Class A. of the Outer House had written art-making articles for at least half a year.

As the exam date approaches, the learning atmosphere in the academy becomes stronger and stronger. Jia Huan is a little confused: He has won the title of head of the academy, but he has not yet followed the mountain chief Zhang Anbo to meet the magistrate of Wanping County. At that time, he can't write the words "Jia Huan, head of the academy of Wendao Academy" when the exam is taken, right?

On the morning of the 17th, the sky was clear and there was no wind. Ye Shulang went out to visit friends. Class A of the Outdoor House was self-studying. Jia Huan was picking up words in the lecture hall and tried his best to write eight-part articles. The mountain chief Zhang Anbo sent Gongsun Liang to inform him that the early spring literary meeting in Wanping County was scheduled to be held in two days.

Jia Huan quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and finally waited.

With his current eight-legged essay level, it is very difficult to pass the Wanping County County Examination. The capital is a place of cultural heritage. There are many outstanding students among the children. Luo Yanlang said bluntly: If he can pass, he will call himself "Sir".

Jia Huan is now referring to leaving an impression in front of the county magistrate of Wanping County and the chief examiner of the county examination, Zhao Junbo, and thus came to the county examination.

Walking east from Wendao Academy about twenty miles, passing through Dongzhuang Town, Longquan Town, Woniu Town to Xiangshan. After deviating from the official road entering Beijing, there are large manors on both sides of the spacious Loess Avenue.

The road is lined with poplar, metasequoia, sycamore and other trees, fence walls, villages, farmers, buffaloes, fields, chickens and ducks, forming a beautiful picture of the early spring season.

Jia Huan and Gongsun Liang sat in the carriage of the mountain leader Zhang Anbo, enjoying the beautiful scenery in front of him through the window of the carriage.

The mountain captain Zhang Anbo's carriage is luxurious and spacious. He is leaning on the soft couch, drinking a sip of fragrant tea from time to time, comfortable and comfortable. He is wearing a light gray crane cloak with a kind smile, "He comes here every year early spring, and the scenery is pleasant every year. Let me feel like returning to the old spring forest. Do you two have any masterpieces?"

Gongsun Liang was extremely relaxed in front of his master and joked: "Jia Qingsong is in front of him, it is better to hide his weakness than to show his ugly face."

Jia Huan was immediately ashamed and scraped his stomach a lot. He really didn't expect a suitable poem to copy and said guiltily: "The mountain chief, my disciple is ashamed and not good at pastoral poetry. I just prepared a song for today's lecture."

The mountain leader asked this, but he actually meant being close. Of course, he was willing to copy a poem, but he really couldn't find good pastoral poems.

After hearing Jia Huan's answer, Gongsun Liang was immediately a little nervous. His teacher hated scholars the most. He just wanted to be a gentleman in his life and do things. It was a bit taboo to say this.

but…

The mountain captain Zhang Anbo smiled, "It's okay. The article is natural, but I get the best sentences."

Gongsun Liang quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He admired Jia Huan, a talented, spoke and acted appropriately.

Gongsun Liang naturally didn't know that the mountain chief Zhang Anbo had heard Ye Shulang talk about Jia Huan's affairs: his mother was not happy, and the concubine's son was hard to bear. He should be tolerant of Jia Huan's utilitarianism. The mountain chief was a generous elder.

Gossiping, the carriage entered and left the exquisite manor. It was similar to a modern farmhouse villa. The pavilions and terraces appeared in the mountains and forests. There were already servants coming up to guide Zhang Anbo, Gongsun Liang and Jia Huan to a magnificent living room. Several people were there, all dressed in literati costumes.

Zhang Anbo smiled and greeted the host and the guest, and then sat on the first desk on the right. Magistrate Zhao sat on the first desk on the left. The owner in the center was a handsome thirty-four-year-old man who laughed occasionally. It was very distinctive.

Today's Wenshe adopts a separate dining system. A venue for singing and dancing is reserved in the middle of the living room. Guests are surrounded by seats on three sides.

Jia Huan and Gongsun Liang stood half a meter behind the mountain chief Zhang Anbo. They were not qualified to participate. They were considered to be here to expand their experiences. Of course, if anyone asked, they could answer. At the end of the meeting, the magistrate would ask the names of the students and take the school's knowledge. At this time, it was only six days before the county examination, so what this means is self-evident:

The college's recommended student is interviewed in advance.

After Jia Huan and Gongsun Liang stood there, another old man with a captain and two young men came in. Everyone in the living room greeted each other.

Gongsun Liang took the opportunity to whisper: "This is Yang Shanchang from Shuanghe Academy. The older scholar with a round face is named Wang Zixuan. I don't know the young white-faced scholar. Shuanghe Academy has little relationship with our academy."

"Senior Brother Gongsun, why is this?"

"There are three academies in Wanping County: Wendao Academy, Baitan Academy, and Shuanghe Academy. They are all supported by donations from the gentry in the county and wealthy families. Whoever gets more money will have less money. Baitan Academy is small in size, with only more than 30 people. The expenses are small, so there is no such concern."

Jia Huan understood as soon as he heard it and nodded gently. He actually sighed a little in his heart. It is a difficult technical job to attract sponsors.

Jia Huan was sighing that the literary meeting had begun.

First, a group of beautiful singers with eight people came in to perform the dance. The beauties in the middle dance were extremely outstanding. They were beautiful in appearance, talented and national colors. The bright eyes were flowing and the light was intimidating. When dancing, their long sleeves flew and their figure was graceful. The white clothes moved gracefully, like a crane dancing.

Even a rookie like Jia Huan who doesn’t know how to dance knows how to dance well. She instantly killed Xiaocaiqi, Korean girl group, etc. in the future. Gongsun Liang looked at it and exclaimed: "Miss Shishi is worthy of being the courtesan in the capital."

After singing and dancing, praise was endless. The singers then stepped back. The Wenhui members began to talk casually and express their opinions.

One hour later, the literary meeting ended. The magistrate Zhao County began to take the exam for the students. The three mountain chiefs all smiled. The first one to take the exam was a student from Baitan Academy.

The magistrate Zhao County took a few words of scriptures, then took a few more couples, and said with a smile: "Professor He's good disciple."

He Shanchang from Baitan Academy smiled and drank a glass with Magistrate Zhao. Everything was indifferent.

The magistrate Zhao turned his attention to Wendao Academy again. The mountain chief Zhang Anbo introduced Jia Huan to the magistrate Zhao: "This is the head of our college this year, Jia Huan." As his old Jinshi, it is naturally inconvenient to boast about himself.

Jia Huan walked to the middle of the living room like a scholar just now, bowed and said aloud: "Jia Huan, a schoolboy under his rule, met his old parents." The old parents were honored to the county magistrate.

Looking at Jia Huan at the young age, County Magistrate Zhao's eyes stuttered slightly and he picked up the teacup without moving.

The Great Zhou learned from the lessons of the powerful ministers of the Ming Dynasty. The Shilin did not have the atmosphere of commending prodigy, but instead it was a popular suppression of prodigy. The famous powerful ministers of the Ming Dynasty were basically all prodigy. For example: Yang Tinghe, Yan Song, and Zhang Juzheng.

The magistrate Zhao County was a well-established person. Seeing Jia Huan's age, he was reluctant to order him to pass the county examination.

Seeing Zhao County Magistrate drinking tea, Yang Shan, who was sitting on the second place on the left, sneered and said, "Brother Zhang, why did you let this child participate in the county examination this year? Your academy has really declined. Last year, the eldest disciple Gongsun Liang failed the palace examination, and this time the head of the hospital actually allowed the boy to win the championship."

Gongsun Liang, who was standing behind Zhang Anbo, exposed his shortcomings in public, and his face turned red. He clenched his fists tightly with his right hand. The surname Yang! Wendao Academy and Shuanghe Academy are old rivals, so it is normal to ridicule him. But he felt uncomfortable and angry!

Zhang Anbo smiled faintly and fought back toughly: "Brother Yang is a talented person, so he can let his disciples compete with Jia Huan."

He Shanchang of Baitan Academy shook his head gently and said, "Brother Zhang, you are a bit inappropriate. Nowadays, the atmosphere in the Shilin River is like this. Even if the disciples are talented, it will only make the Ming Mansion difficult." Ming Mansion is the nickname of the county magistrate.

Yang Shanchang of Shuanghe Academy chuckled and said, "I don't know that the disciples have great talents in that field? It makes Brother Zhang so confident. If Brother Zhang wants to create a child prodigy, I think it's better to be exempted. It's just a good example. Ha!" Zhang Anbo was really stupid.

The heads of the two academies blamed each other at the same time, and there was great pressure.

Jia Huan's heart sank slightly. Just now, County Magistrate Zhao had a bad impression of him. The two mountain leaders are now speaking. As long as the magistrate Zhao goes with the flow, his county trial will probably not be able to pass. It is also a state of inability to retreat!

He meowed.

Before coming to the essay, Jia Huan never expected that the essay that was just a formality would turn out to be like this. He just prepared a poem and did not make any plans at all. But if he didn't fight or distinguish, the opportunity would flow away from his eyes. This was absolutely intolerable.

Jia Huan took a deep breath and was about to speak. While he was working hard, the middle-aged man sitting in the center of the gorgeous living room suddenly asked, "Is the boy in the hall Jia Huan and Jia Qingsong who is 'wanting to ask Jiang Mei how thin'?"

Jia Huan seized the opportunity and shouted: "That's right!"

After a word came out, a low amazement suddenly sounded in the living room. He Shanchang of Baitan Academy, Yang Shanchang of Shuanghe Academy, and the four disciples they brought each showed shock expressions on their faces.

Currently, there are three poems by Jia Huan circulating in the capital: On poetry, Psalm Begonia, Huanxisha - I want to ask how thin the Jiang Mei is. It is famous. But no one associates Jia Huan with the boy in front of him.

Yang Shanchang of Shuanghe Academy's face was slightly dark. He said just now that Jia Huan was just a show of his name, but he was not worthy of his name. This is really... a slap in the face.

But no one paid attention to his mood.

The middle-aged man smiled, a little unrestrained, and said, "Happy. I have heard of Jia Qingsong's name for a long time, and his poetry is comparable to Luo and Wang in the early Tang Dynasty. It is a great pleasure to see him today. I will add a seat and invite Jia Qingsong to the seat."

A servant came up to add a table and a couch; the maid placed exquisite porcelain tableware, chopsticks, plates, plates, bowls, cups, cups, etc.

The assist was very good. But Jia Huan was a little confused. He turned his mind and bowed to the master, refusing to say, "All the people here are my teachers, and Jia Huan dare not take the seat. I hope you can forgive me!"

The middle-aged man laughed and praised, "It turns out that he respects his teachers and has good character." As he said that, he turned his head to sit on the left and said, "Zhao Daling, this son is a talented man, and he can be the first person to test the case in today's Kexian County."

The Daling is still the nickname of the county magistrate. A bitter smile appeared on the serious face of the magistrate Zhao. Before he could speak, the white-faced boy behind Yang Shanchang of Shuanghe Academy raised his head and sang: "Mr. Longjiang, Tong Sheng Zhangpo is not talented, and he is willing to compete with Jia Huan."

As he said that, he looked at Jia Huan, "My friend of Jia, everyone says that you have talent in poetry, but in my opinion, you are just a false reputation. I want to ask how thin Jiang Mei is, how can you write such a good sentence like this? Today, I want to expose your true face of cheating on the world and stealing reputation. Do you dare to compete with me on the spot for poetry?"

The white-faced young scholar Zhang Po raised his chin slightly and looked at Jia Huan.
Chapter completed!