July now truly understands the saying: knowledge is wealth.

July fantasized about the heavy 1,000 taels after winning the first place, and threw it in front of Xiangming when he went back, and he ate whatever he wanted in the future, seeing that he still dared to talk nonsense.

Seeing Qiyue's fearless look, Duan Yu couldn't help but worry about Qiyue, so he said, "You have caused a lot of trouble today, do you know who that person is, it is Mei Wenhua, the second young master of the family of Mei Jiufeng, the head of the household." Now Master Komei is one of the chief examiners, and if he gives you some means, I am afraid that your future will be ruined. In the past, you also understood people, but now how can you offend people for such a trivial matter? Alas! My uncle and Master Mei still have some friendship, and I will see if I can talk to you in a moment, so forget about this bet. ”

July knew that Duan Yu was thinking about himself, but July wanted to tell him that even if no one made him stumble, the distance between him and the exam was not half a star, at least July hadn't figured out what he was going to take the test yet, and she had used Qi Yue's original books to pad the bed legs.

July very tactfully rejected Duan Yu's proposal, looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle like a worldly master, and made a final statement: "I am not in the officialdom, I am alive, but in just a few years, since I have traveled to the north and south of the river like a crane in the idle clouds, feasted on the magnificent rivers and mountains, drank thousands of fine wines in the world, and read thousands of customs in the world, cry when I should cry, be angry when I should be angry, fame and fortune are dust, life is like this, fast and fast!"

After July finished speaking, he stroked his hair and led everyone around him to high-five.

July's words are very beautiful, but in fact she is for the five hundred taels of silver. And the reason why she is not in the officialdom is entirely because she can't pass the exam. So to illustrate a truth. Wine is not intoxicating because you drink less, and the color is not charming completely because you can't catch it.

"Brother Tai said it very well. The man in Tsing Yi, who was laughing the most happily just now, stood up and strode towards July. "I don't look at the poems and texts that I am fighting today, and the words of the single brother will make people suddenly." The younger brother's surname is Huang Longze, I don't know the big name of my brother Taigao?"

"Qi Yue" July also smiled and arched his hand.

Huang Longze could only see the side face of July, and when he looked closely, his eyes were even brighter after seeing July's appearance, and he was not polite, so he asked his scholar behind him to bring all the things he took on the table. and July fought the table.

A few friends of Duan Yu at the same table as July were naturally a little reluctant, because a few of them were just right, and there were more people who inevitably squeezed a little.

Especially the student surnamed Jia Jingyi. His eyebrows furrowed. He is a high-minded person, and it is already reluctant to be willing to have a table with July, and now there is a self-cooked boy, and he doesn't like it. I just wanted to reprimand a few words. But he felt someone pull his sleeve behind him. When he turned around, he saw that it was the little scholar that Huang Longze was carrying, so he was even more annoyed in his heart.

The little scholar didn't seem to see his coldness, so he only took out a jade pendant from his sleeve and put it away in front of his eyes. Jia Jingyi's face changed greatly, he forced a calm cough, and after barely showing a slightly flattering smile to the scholar, he turned his head, peeked at Huang Longze, who was courteous to July, and then lowered the corners of his eyes and didn't dare to look again.

Seeing this Huang Longze in July, he should be about the same age as a few of them, and his lips are red and his teeth are white, and he is a little baby-faced. The water is very cute, so I look at the thoughts of a little bit of love. I talked to him.

Huang Longze had seen that July was good, and he wanted to make friends when he talked interestingly, and when he chatted seriously, he found that July was very erudite (in fact, he would be able to talk about the mountains), so he hated to see each other late.

In the center of the hall was a makeshift platform, on which several attendants stood with their hands down. I only heard the three gongs sounding upstairs, and the students and literati who came looked over. A huge curtain poured down from the upper floor, and on the curtain were written four large characters with strong penmanship: wind, flower, snow, and moon

As soon as these four words came out, there was a commotion in the audience for a moment, and obviously everyone didn't expect the topic to be this. It's not that this topic is unpopular, but because these four words are actually the most written topics, whether it's about wind, flowers, snow, and moon, or about wind, flowers, snow, and moon, everyone has nothing to do with one or two songs, so the previous literati basically wrote all the good words that could be written. The reason why there are many people who write about this topic is because these things are the most common, and they are very beautiful, and they all have a little bit of poetry, and it is easy to say a few words when you see them. For example, a scholar, looking up at the moon at night, immediately thought of Sister Chang'e, the osmanthus tree, the moonlight is like water or something, and then there is a poetic hair, splashing ink. If you are a scholar and see a sesame pie at night, the skin is crispy and fragrant, and no one wants to write a poem to praise how evenly arranged the sesame seeds on it and how the color is so hot, the first reaction is definitely not poetry, but appetite.

Second, because these things are relatively safe, in today's era, scribbling poems is to kill the head. In ancient Chinese history, the most open poems that can mention some political ideas are actually concentrated in the Tang Dynasty, and when it comes to the openness of the Tang Dynasty to literati, it should actually be attributed to the fact that Tang Taizong was a very generous person. Because the Tang Dynasty was relatively a time when the restrictions on writing were not difficult or strict, it was not that other dynasties did not have the smell of Zhumen's wine and meat, and the road had frozen bones, but because only the Tang Dynasty could write it.

Of course, other dynasties also have stunned heads, but the basic life is not so good, even if they don't die, they are not so far from death.

Now the founding emperor of the dynasty is obviously a cautious eye who thinks he has a big belly, and at first in order to show that he is a Ming monarch, he said sincerely with the love and brilliance of the holy father and the literati of the world, everyone should speak as freely as possible!

The literati are very happy, the new emperor is really good, although he rebelled, but he is a very good person. However, these literati misunderstood the central idea of the emperor, and they felt that the emperor wanted to know his own shortcomings in order to correct them better. But the emperor thinks that I am a good emperor, and letting you speak freely is actually a subtle reminder that it is time to praise me. Of course, I can also take some gentle suggestions, such as that there are too few people in the harem, so I should find a few beauties. Or the palace where you live is too broken, and it should be built as a luxurious palace or something. The emperor waited with anticipation for the overwhelming letters of praise below, but the various poems and articles he received were a basin of cold water on his head, which made his heart cold and his heart soared. (To be continued......)