Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the curfew has been postponed until midnight, and the streets are full of people, mostly families or a few close friends, including students like Zhao Yan and Zhang Wenyuan who came to take the entrance examination.

Lantern riddles are also known as Wenhu, not the Lantern Festival will have, when it is not night, the doors of the shops in the market have hung three or five unique lanterns, and the lantern riddles hanging below are hanging.

When the moon hangs high at night, the lanterns in the city market have been lit, and a few people will gather under each lantern to guess the lantern riddles.

When the two of them wandered around Fuqian Street, they found that it was the most lively, and the lanterns hanging in front of the shops were also the most chic and exquisite.

A vendor selling moon cakes on the side of the road saw Zhao Yan and couldn't help laughing: "Isn't this yesterday's two Langjun, do you want to guess the lantern riddle, guess this lamp and give it to the two Langjun." ”

Zhao Yan naturally remembered this peddler Li Da who fell into the eyes of money, and he saw that there was also a shoddy lantern hanging in front of Li Da's stall, and a few words were written on the slip of paper hanging below, so he stopped and looked at it.

When you draw, you are round, when you write, you are warm, but you are not cold.

Zhao Yan smiled and said, "The riddle is the word 'day'. ”

This lantern riddle was thought of by Li Da for a long time, but he didn't expect to be broken by the little Langjun in front of him at a glance, although he was reluctant, he had to reach out to untie the lantern.

Zhao Yan looked at the lantern that was pasted with something I don't know, and said busily: "Brother Li should keep this lantern for himself, just give me two mooncakes to eat." ”

Li Tiantian was happy, so he picked up two moon cakes and handed them over.

After walking for a long time, Zhao Yan and the others were really a little hungry, and after saying goodbye to Li Dahou, they wanted to find a restaurant to fill their stomachs while eating moon cakes.

A moment later, a restaurant called Yakeju appeared in front of the two, with an unusually large wooden lantern hanging at the door of the restaurant, and a circle of people below was discussing.

Zhao Yan and Zhang Wenyuan were really hungry, so they didn't go to join in the fun, so they walked into the lobby of the restaurant and ordered a few dishes, asked for a pot of sake, and sat on the table near the door to drink to the moon.

When the two of them had eaten almost, Zhao Yan heard a familiar voice suddenly coming from outside the door: "Brother Shen, the name of this elegant guest house is good, it is better to rest here for a while." ”

Another clear voice replied: "According to Brother Han's words, go down to ...... The foolish brother is indeed a little tired from walking. ”

Han Governor's Mansion? Is this a micro-service to observe the people's feelings, or is the micro-service to have fun with the people? That Shen brother is not mentioning the imperial history of Shen Yan?

Seeing the figure of the Han Governor's Mansion appear at the door, Zhao Yan couldn't pretend not to see it, but since the Han Governor's Mansion was traveling in a micro-service, he obviously didn't want to reveal his identity, so he pulled Zhang Wenyuan up and arched his hand and said, "The two students have seen Han Shibo." ”

Han Wen was stunned, although he had been in office in Fucheng for more than a year, the exposure rate was not high, but he didn't expect to be recognized at this time.

After seeing Zhao Yan's appearance clearly, Han Wen laughed, and was quite satisfied that he did not call himself by his official name, and then said: "It turned out to be Guomei, but I forgot that you will also come to participate in the hospital examination." ”

Beside Han Wen stood a scribe in a long green silk robe, with a thin body, a slightly dark complexion, a pair of eagle-like sharp eyes under thick eyebrows, and a face full of determination.

Hearing Han Wen mention the hospital examination, the expression on this person's face moved slightly, and then a smile flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Brother Han, I don't know who this is?" ”

Han Wen beckoned Zhao Yan and introduced the scribe to him first: "This is the old man's friend, you can call him Shen Xianggong." ”

This Shen Xianggong saw that Han Wen introduced himself very vaguely, and secretly said that he was wrong to blame Han Governor's Mansion, and he really met these two scholars by chance?

After introducing Shen Xianggong, Han Wen said again: "Brother Shen, this is the head of the government test I told you about before, Shenzhou Zhao Guomei. As for the one behind him......"

Seeing this, Zhao Yan hurriedly pulled Zhang Wenyuan, took the opportunity to squeeze his arm hard, suggesting that he should not talk much, and then greeted Shen Xianggong first, and then said: "This is Zhang Haoxue of Shenzhou who came to the exam with the students, and the previous government exam was also among the top three. ”

Zhang Wenyuan had already seen the Han Governor's Mansion when he tried it, and at this time, he got Zhao Yan's hint and cheered up, and successively met with Han Wen and Shen Xianggong.

This Shen Xianggong is indeed as Zhao Yan guessed, it is Shen Yan of Beizhili's imperial history, he met Han Wen by chance before, and he can be regarded as old friends.

The Imperial History is selected from the supervision of the Imperial History, and the main position is to supervise the academic administration, although the responsibilities are different from the lowly and powerful 'Patrol Imperial History', but they can still hear about things.

After arriving at the prefect's office, Han Wen became more and more experienced as an official, and he was ranked as a fourth-grade official, although he was much higher than the seventh-grade imperial history, but he was also afraid that he would neglect this Shen Tixue, and it would not be beautiful to let him participate in a book, so he has been deliberately lowering his figure and making friends.

Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, Han Wen has a family to serve, but Shen Yan is alone, Han Wen is afraid that he will be lonely, so he proposes to take a walk in the city.

Shen Yan was arrogant, and although he couldn't look down on a mediocre person like Han Wen who could barely be regarded as ambitious and talented, he didn't like his good intentions, so he changed into civilian clothes and walked out of the post station with Han Wen.

When he met Zhao Yan and the others at this time, Shen Yan thought that Han Wen deliberately arranged this 'chance encounter', so that he could open up to these two people in the hospital examination, but just to see the performance of a few people, it seemed like a real chance encounter, and he was not good at guessing.

Zhao Yan had a guess about the identity of this Shen Xianggong, so he naturally refused to let go of such a good opportunity to make friends, and turned his head to see that the cups and plates on his table were in disarray, afraid that Han Zhifu and Shen Yan would not condescend, so he beckoned Xiao Er and said: "Open a private room upstairs for us, and have some good wine and food." ”

Xiao Er agreed with a smile, and was about to turn around to make arrangements, but he was stopped by Shen Yan if he didn't want to, and then he said: "Brother Han, tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival, if three or five people are in the private room, it will inevitably be a little cold, I think it is better to linger in this lobby for a while." ”

Han Wen nodded and said, "Very good." ”

Zhao Yan saw that this Shen Xianggong didn't give face, and then looked at his face and style, he must be a self-proclaimed 'clear stream', I heard that this kind of person doesn't eat soft and hard, unless he is a fellow believer, otherwise others are very difficult to make friends.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yan felt that it was better not to stay as an eyesore, so he wanted to say goodbye and leave, but before he could speak, he heard Han Zhifu say to Shen Yan: "Didn't Brother Shen say before that he wanted to meet the person who wrote 'Insist on Qingshan and not relax'?" Now that the person is in front of you, you can take the school exam. ”

Shen Yan's expression moved, and then he looked Zhao Yan up and down a few times.

In all fairness, Shen Yan loves the poem "Bamboo and Stone" very much, but Zhao Yan in front of him is not good-looking, and it is difficult for him to associate it with the author of "Bamboo and Stone".

"Brother Han laughed, he is a shallow learner, how to take on the word "school." Shen Yan had a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes, he turned his gaze to Hangul, and said: "But today's Mid-Autumn Festival full moon, there is a Dongpo monk's "Water Tune Song Head" to be passed on to future generations, and then there is the "Mid-Autumn Moon" spoken by Xu Shi of the Hanlin Academy in the current dynasty is famous for a while. ”

Han Wen stroked his palms and smiled: "Spring flowers and autumn moons, I think I remember them as poems, so I invite Brother Shen to come first." ”

Shen Yan did not shirk, although he was not selected for the Hanlin Academy, he was also quite conceited about his talents, but he composed a poem in a moment.

After listening to it, Han Wen praised: "Good poem, Brother Shen's ambition in this poem is noble, like the bright moon in the sky, when it is white." ”

Zhao Yan sat aside, feeling a little uneasy at this time, there must be poems related to the Mid-Autumn Festival in the middle and late Ming Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty, but he has no impression, and if he wants to do it now, he can only rely on his true ability.

Outsiders in the lobby of the restaurant came and went, and before I knew it, half an hour had passed, Han Wen and Zhang Wenyuan each wrote a poem and a poem during the period, and now only Zhao Yan did not speak.

Hangul's poems can only be said to be passable, Shen Yan just praised them twice, but for Zhang Wenyuan's words, he was quite amazed, and then he really praised them.

Zhang Wenyuan also vaguely guessed Shen Yan's identity, and his words could win Shen Tixue's favor, and he was naturally very happy in his heart.

At this time, it was time for Zhao Yan to recite the poems he had written, and Zhang Wenyuan turned his head and saw that he was still in a daze, so he kicked him lightly under the table to remind him not to lose his impression in front of Shen Tixue.

After Zhao Yan came back to his senses, he saw that the three of them all turned their eyes to him, so he got up and bowed: "The student is not very proficient in poetry, and he occasionally has something at this time, please ask Han Shibo, Shen Xianggong and Brother Zhang for advice." ”

Han Wen said: "Don't say the words of humility, if you are not very proficient in poetry, how can you make the sentence 'insist on the green mountains and not relax'?" It's better to quickly recite what you have gained, and let Shen Xianggong appreciate it. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Yan paced a few steps in the hall, and said slowly: "The leaves of Hutuo have not fallen, and the countryside is about to live in autumn." The people in front of the building are weaving, and the guest lives in the real city. Heavy to mulberry thoughts, sad and often mountain feelings. I don't know the wild goose outside the sky, what is the long march? ”

The leaves on the Hutuo River have not yet fallen, the autumn mood in the countryside is about to be born, the people in front of the Yake residence are like weaving, but I am living in Fucheng because of the hospital examination, at this time the thoughts of my hometown linger in my heart, I can't help but feel desolate in Changshan, I don't know the wild goose flying high in the sky, but for what is the long way to travel?

Zhending was called Changshan in ancient times, Shen Yan naturally knew that at this time, Zhao Yan's poem described homesickness, but it also aroused his heart, I don't know if the old father and mother at home are okay, on this festive season, will they look at the starry sky and miss their unfilial son?