Jia Huan suddenly felt very impulsive and said two words to the white-faced young scholar: Haha.

You know the meaning.

For a time traveler who can copy poetry, it is absolutely true that someone challenges poetry. The classic poems in his stomach are waiting.

Jia Huan can understand the idea of ​​the white-faced young scholar Zhang Po: he wants to defeat you in the strongest place and step on your reputation to get to the top. He is very confident.

The owner of this place, Mr. Longjiang, obviously has a very identity. Zhang Po called out his nickname at once, obviously also has a background. Otherwise, it would never be possible to jump out and cause trouble for Jia Huan on such an occasion.

Mr. Longjiang glanced at the white-faced young scholar standing in the living room, and was displeased and asked, "Is it the legitimate grandson of Grand Secretary Zhang?"

Zhang Po said loudly: "It's just the last one who is studying hard." Mr. Longjiang has the reputation of Jinshi and is a senior in the imperial examination. But he had already booked the first test case in today's Ke County. How could a little kid be allowed to take it away?

Yang Shanchang of Shuanghe Academy smiled and was very content. In order to avoid the appearance of a prime minister, this dynasty abolished the Ming Dynasty's cabinet chief system, Taizu set up a South Study Room and Military Affairs Office to be in charge of administration and military affairs. However, after several generations of emperors, his functions have changed.

The military office has a higher status than the Nanshufang. However, the Nanshufang is still regarded as a noble place by civil officials. There are two Grand Secretarys, namely Grand Secretary Zhang and Grand Secretary Li. He is the first rank of official position.

The magistrate of Zhao County, Zhang Anbo, He Shanchang, Gongsun Liang and others were slightly moved. They turned out to be the legitimate grandson of Grand Secretary Zhang, no wonder they acted so arrogantly.

Mr. Longjiang looked at Jia Huan and asked, "What do you say to Xiaoyou Jia?"

Jia Huan didn't have much feeling about Zhang Po's self-destruction of his family background. He only had three generations of officials. He said, "I am willing to fight." He turned around and faced Zhang Po and took the initiative to attack.

Everyone's life is earned by themselves! If there is a choice, he would rather go smoothly and achieve his goal with peace of mind. But at this time he has no choice.

"My friend Zhang said that I deceived the world and stole the name. I want to ask, what kind of poems do I write that are not considered cheating the world and stole the name?"

Zhang Po's eyes narrowed slightly, he snorted coldly, and said, "Of course, it is a poem that suits your identity. If you want to ask how thin Jiang Mei is, it is obviously a man who is moved by a woman. Jia's friend is only nine years old, so is he already familiar with men and women?"

A slight laughter sounded in the living room. It was Wang Zixuan of Shuanghe Academy and two scholars of Baitan Academy. Zhang Po was sixteen years old. He accused Jia Huan of plagiarism and was confident.

Jia Huan sarcastically said, "I'd like to ask my friend Zhang, don't regard ignorance as personality. Zhu Qingyu of the Tang Dynasty wrote a poem: The bridal chamber was stopped last night and he waited for the morning hall to worship his uncle and aunt. After makeup, he asked his husband in a low voice, and his eyebrows were not deep.

Li Taibai's resentment poems have been passed down from generation to generation: I don't know who I hate when I see tears wet. According to Zhang's friend's idea, could they all have to write such words because of their daughter? It's really a big deal!"

Zhang Po's momentum was a little weak, and he snorted in his nose and said, "I'm not willing to argue with you."

At this time, Gongsun Liang sang behind the mountain leader Zhang Anbo: "Junior Brother Jia has two poems spread in the academy the day before yesterday. I will try to recite them to you all."

As he said that, Gongsun Liang recited the poems of green pine on winter nights and the quatrains on summer days as heroes. Everyone in the living room savored them carefully.

Mr. Longjiang heard Gongsun Liang say these two poems when he was having a banquet earlier. He smiled calmly and looked at Zhang Po with a look. He hated Grand Secretary Zhang very much and thought he was self-righteous.

After reading it, Gongsun Liang asked Zhang Po loudly, "I wonder if my friend Zhang thinks these two poems are in line with Junior Brother Jia's identity? Do you have a masterpiece and give it to your seniors for a look."

The surname Yang of Shuanghe Academy was just mocking him. He is now questioning Zhang Po and suppressing his momentum, which is really refreshing and has a clear idea.

Zhang Po was a little speechless. He chanted things and felt history. Of course, this was a poem that Jia Huan could write. However, how could he feel so well? His manuscript was ashamed to show others his poems. He argued: "I didn't see it with my own eyes, who knows whether it was written by others?"

Jia Huan laughed disdainfully, "Okay. Listen!" After that, he chanted: "The sky connects the clouds and the fog, and the galaxy is about to turn and dance thousands of sails. It seems that the dream soul returns to the emperor. When I hear the words of the sky, I ask me diligently where I will go.

I am sighing at the end of the day, and I have amazing poems. The wind is rising by ninety thousand miles. The wind is still hanging, and the boat blows the three mountains!"

"There are amazing sentences in learning poetry. The wind and rolling in the breeze of 90,000 miles is lifted. Good lyrics. Excellent and wonderful lyrics. Happy!" Mr. Longjiang laughed loudly, picked up the big wine glass and drank a glass of wine.

The scribes here are all familiar with the knowledge. This generous and heroic and majestic fisherman's pride is definitely a fine product. The lines are full of imagination and the enterprising spirit that a young man should have. It is quite similar to the summer quatrain just now.

Jia Huan's fisherman's pride is a rare bold poem by the graceful poet Li Qingzhao. In the original lyrics, "Alas Sunset" means to lament the old age of life. But what he chose here is: the sun sets and time is not enough.

"The wind of ninety thousand miles is rising" is his voice when he was not yet finished taking the exam. The imperial examination is long, and the great roc spreads its wings and wants to soar. For the former college entrance examination master, he has the confidence to say this and dare to say this.

"Pengzhou" is his self-described synonym, and "wind and resting" depends on whether the magistrate Zhao agrees with him and is willing to order him to pass the county test, give him a good wind, and pass the "three mountains" of the boy test: county test, government test, and hospital test.

In the magnificent living room, Mr. Longjiang recited a sentence and drank a glass of wine. The rest were very reserved, just smiled lightly or nodded slightly. The three people in Baitan Academy were happy to see the scene of two tigers fighting each other.

The two people in Shuanghe Academy were a little embarrassed. They had no confidence in Zhang Po. Jia Huan was a tough guy. This was so shameless.

Zhang Anbo smiled faintly and savored the wine. Gongsun Liang laughed loudly in his heart. He let out a sigh of anger. This is really a way out in heaven and you are not here, and he has no way to break in. He actually competes with Junior Brother Jia! He is so stupid!

Zhang Po's handsome face turned a little pale, and he forced himself to say, "This is a poem you wrote in advance, it doesn't count."

How could Jia Huan tolerate Zhang Po to cheat, and sneered: "Does the poems I have counted? My friend Zhang, don't count them! A gentleman is open and a villain is always worried. My friend Zhang is full of calculating from the beginning today. He wants to take a shortcut to become famous. It's really a villain's behavior. I think you should go back and don't make you laugh!"

"You!" Zhang Po's face turned red. Jia Huan called him a villain in person. But he couldn't refute it.

Mr. Longjiang put down his wine glass and looked at Zhao Magistrate, "Zhao Daling, what about this word?" He asked the words openly, but in fact he asked the people.

The magistrate Zhao sighed in his heart. He could not have demoted Zhang Po in the county. Jia Huan was obviously stronger than Zhang Po. Now he had the face of Zhang Anbo, the director of Wendao Academy, and Mr. Longjiang had to nod, "Very good!"

Jia Huan suddenly felt relieved. This was the successful admission.

Mr. Longjiang didn't care much for himself, so he didn't have to call Jia Huan as the head of the case, and then said with a smile: "Since that's the case, let's come to this evening's literary meeting. It's getting late, please stay in your humble house for one night. I'll come back tomorrow."

The early spring cultural conference in Wanping County ended. Everyone stood up one after another and left the magnificent living room under the guidance of the maid.

It was already evening. Walking in the corridor, Jia Huan looked at the beautiful pavilions and terraces covered in the night. In the early spring, the lights were dotted. A feeling of comfort and relaxation came to my heart.

A beautiful maid was carrying a light poking light and took Zhang Anbo, Gongsun Liang and Jia Huan to an exquisite small house. The beautiful and childish maid was waiting here.

Zhang Anbo sat at the round table in the monastery, savoring the fragrant tea, and said to Jia Huan with approval: "I performed well today. The Master said that I should repay my grievances with my straightforwardness. We scholars should follow it."

The generous mountain chief also has times of being upright! The style of painting has changed a little quickly. Jia Huan smiled relaxedly and replied: "Disciple, remember the mountain chief's teachings."

Zhang Anbo smiled slightly and said to Gongsun Liang in a gentle voice: "Mr. Longjiang spoke to Jia Huan today, have you been involved a lot, right?"

Gongsun Liang nodded calmly and said with a smile: "Mr. Longjiang is good at poetry, calligraphy and painting, and is famous in the capital. I will give him a look at Junior Brother Jia's masterpieces, and Mr. Longjiang loves talents." He was able to make friends with Mr. Longjiang through his calligraphy.

The atmosphere of the scholar-in-law in this dynasty was to suppress child prodigy. As the senior brother of Wendao Academy, he was unwilling to see that the head of his academy had even passed the county examination. That would have become a joke in Wanping County.

Zhang Anbo smiled, took a sip of tea, and said, "I'm going to rest. You can go. Remember the Three Precepts of Gentlemen."

Gongsun Liang and Jia Huan dismissed. Jia Huan was still a little confused. Do you still remember the Three Rights of Gentleman when you go to bed?

Confucius said: A gentleman has three precepts: when he is young, his blood and energy are not fixed. The precepts are in his color and strength. The precepts are in his body and strength. The precepts are in his body and old age. When his blood and energy are weak, he is in his body.

But it has nothing to do with sleeping?

Jia Huan followed Gongsun Liang out in confusion.

Under the eaves of the corridor, the beautiful maid who had just led the way was still waiting. Gongsun Liang smiled slightly, showed his white teeth, and said kindly: "I'll help the girl lead the way."

It is said that Gongsun Liang has a slender figure, handsome face, and a handsome face. He has a good temperament and a handsome and handsome appearance. He has a gentleman's style and is as gentle as jade. At the age of ten, he is very charming.

The beautiful maid had a pink cheek, smiled happily, and said softly, "Young Master Gongsun, don't be polite." As she said that, her eyes were flowing, she peeked at Gongsun Liang again, and led the way with a palace lantern in front of her. She was graceful.

"" Jia Huan silently gave Senior Brother Gongsun 32 likes in his heart. He scored the skills of picking girls!

A man like him who is more introverted is too difficult to scan his face and can only be envied in his heart. Why should he swipe his card if he can swipe his face?

Gongsun Liang smiled and introduced to Jia Huan: "The mountain is always happy. Mr. Longjiang holds wine in the side hall and invites us to the banquet."

Jia Huan understood. It turned out that the mountain grower meant: you can drink wine, but girls can’t soak it.

Through the corridor, the corridor, and arrived at a side hall, a lively sound came from the side hall. Jia Huan asked curiously: "Senior Brother Gongsun, what is the origin of this Mr. Longjiang?"

Gongsun Liang was in a very good mood. He smiled and took Jia Huan into the side hall, "You will know later, Junior Brother Jia will know."

In the side hall, the lights were bright and bright as daylight. The sounds of calling friends were coming towards us!

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