Chapter Seventy-Eight: Cracking
How can this kid be as shadowy as a ghost, you can meet him everywhere, fortunately Yu'er didn't come with her today, Su Yuexiang smiled, her beautiful eyes flashed with cold light, and her milky white teeth bit lightly.
At this time, Chu Jian's mood was up and down, and he was very scared, afraid that other lifters would expose Chu Qian's identity, but this seemed a little redundant, after all, although the lifters were all from the jurisdiction of Kaifeng Prefecture, nominally a place, but they couldn't know all the people, even the dozen or so movers of the White Bird Academy were wondering how He Shi could be so kind to Chu Zhi Gao Shilin, and he didn't know that the two of them were from the same academy as himself.
"Hehe, since that's the case, then you can also write down the poetry riddle." Zhao Yi chuckled and waved his hand to prepare pen and paper.
The quality of the service staff in the alum building is extremely high, and after a while, a few bookcases were immediately moved from the outside, and a few elegant-looking girls immediately stepped forward to study the paper and ink, and after a while, they left with a curling fragrance.
"Jing Chun, suppress their limelight." Gao Shisen said softly, patting Chu Zhi's shoulder, his eyes full of excitement.
Chu Zhen smiled and nodded, and like a few other lifters, he stepped forward to take the pen and point the ink, and the pen was like flowing water, sprinkled on the snow-white rice paper and wrote.
The people present looked at a few people who were struggling to write on the bookcase with complicated expressions, and the colors of envy, jealousy, admiration and concern were not enough, but in order to maintain their demeanor, everyone also quieted down, and the voice of whispering gradually disappeared.
"Master He, it turns out that the kid from the Chu family is actually your student, why didn't he say anything that day." Not far away, Zhao Yi quietly laughed, as the Yin of Kaifeng Mansion, he naturally would not care about some trivial things, and of course he did not know about Chu Qian.
"Who is Shuping talking about?" Hearing this, Wen Yanbo turned around and asked softly.
"It's the youngest one wearing a white Confucian costume, who made a trip for Mr. Shao some time ago, and wrote about the Chu family boy who didn't know the taste of sorrow." Zhao Yi chuckled and said: "I didn't expect it to be a student of Bachelor He, no wonder Bachelor He seemed to be intentionally promoting it that day." β
"Oh, it's a pity that I was entangled in official duties and couldn't attend the grand event that day, and now that I think about it, I still have some regrets." Wen Yanbo sighed and said with a slight smile: "Well, I also heard that the nephew of Bachelor Chu is on the list in today's imperial examination, so he must be him, he has such a talent at a young age, and he is worthy of being a child of a scholarly family." β
"What Kuanfu said is true." Laughing, Zhao Yi suddenly frowned and said: "It doesn't seem right, I obviously remember that the fifth-ranked Juzi is surnamed Chu Mingjian, and the word is about, and he seems to be called Chu Qian." β
"Master He's protΓ©gΓ©, he naturally knows it." Wen Yanbo said with a smile.
"Shuping is not mistaken." After being silent, He Shi said with a smile: "Old man Chu Jian doesn't know, now it is Chu Zhen, a student of the Old Man Academy, who is on the field, and the word Jingchun is pure." β
"Master Chu is blessed, the two sons and nephews in the family have been promoted, and he will definitely set up a banquet in the future." Zhao Yi chuckled and said, of course it is impossible for him to remember all of the hundreds of Zhongju scholars, and it is not strange if he has no impression.
"Chu Zhen's talent is good, but he is only fifteen years old this year, he has not participated in the imperial examination, and now he is still white, and I don't know how he got here." The old face was slightly red, and He Shi quietly told the truth: "It's good that you know, don't tell it." β
Wen Yanbo and Zhao Yi glanced at each other, a look of surprise flashed in their eyes, no matter how they looked, Chu Qian, who was calm and graceful on the bookcase, although he felt young, he didn't expect that he was only fifteen years old.
"Master He, you seem to appreciate this Chu quality very much." Seeing something, Wen Yanbo said with a smile.
"Of course, the old man expects that this son will become a great weapon in the future." He Shi generously admitted.
At this time, several people who were struggling to write had already put down the pen in their hands and calmly retreated to the side, and the other movers saw this and immediately surrounded them to solve the mystery in their hearts.
"The pupils and rabbits on the lake are quiet, and the light is scattered for a day.
The silver fishing has been fished, and the jade ball is blooming in this issue.
The fragrant Guifen clouds fall, and the clouds are covered in the misty mountain mirror.
Leaning on the railing to see Yu Lang late at night, where to make a winning trip. β
Under the recitation of a loud voice, everyone thought about it carefully, and then they understood, in fact, this text tower is a seven-word poem, the moon word on the spire is the title, it rhymes with the rhyme of eleven you, the first rhyme foot is broken on the ghost word, the second sentence is broken on the autumn word, and then so on, using the common sense of writing and reading, the moon word in the middle of each line is close to the word on the left or right, so that this text tower can be read smoothly.
"I see, why didn't I think of it." One lifted his palm and sighed.
"It's so simple, I can't figure it out, I really shouldn't be." Someone immediately chimed in: "If only I could calm down and think about it." β
"The geniuses of the sons are really impressive." The sound like a pearl falling on a plate sounded, Su Yuexiang smiled lightly, bright and vivid, and the Moon Pavilion seemed to be a little brighter.
A few beautiful girls seemed to have been instructed to give a cup of pure wine, Yingying came to the side of a few people who solved the riddle of poetry, and without waiting for a few lifters to reach out to take it, they leaned on their chests, their arms were slightly raised, the wine glass was close to their lips, the wine entered their throats, and their faces rose and burst of ruddy, and they didn't know whether it was the wine intoxicating or the beauty charming.
It seemed that it was intentional or negligent, but Chu Zhi was coldly aside, looking at Su Yuexiang's enchanting smile, and pondered in his heart for a moment, thinking that this should be unintentional.
"Jing Chun is also really, he has obviously explained the poem, but he sat below for a long time, which was originally an opportunity to be in the limelight, but it became a small face." Gao Shilin complained softly to the few people next to him.
"How do you know he's already figured it out." The little beauty in the brocade robe looked forward to it, and seemed to be a little unconvinced.
After the brocade silk was unfolded, the second brother only glanced at it, and then lowered his head and drank. Chu Jue opened his mouth and said.
"I still have that hateful smile on my face, and as far as I know, it's clearly a clear expression." Gao Shilin said remorsefully: "If I knew that there was such a treatment for solving poetry riddles, I should have asked Jing Chun for the answer." β
"Gao family boy, what did you say?" The little beauty in the brocade robe opened her beautiful eyes, her watery eyes flashed a little light, and she subconsciously glanced at Chu Qian, and her heart seemed to be a little stable.
"It's nothing, it's just a grievance for Jing Chun." Gao Shilin said in a snort.
"Sometimes it's not necessarily a good thing to be too sharp, I can understand Brother Chu." Cao Ping chuckled and said, this is something that the elders in the family often say, and he thinks it is very reasonable, and he often remembers it.
"That's because you two have similar habits." Gao Shilin pouted.