After Gao Yue left, the girl jumped off the swing, took the silk handkerchief handed by the maid, and carefully wiped the beads of sweat on the back of her neck and chin.

"Little lady, when you play in the courtyard of the Yuetang in the future, you have to let the servants guard the door and window, and you can't let an idle person like Gao Saburo crash into the boudoir. We are from the Weizhou House of the Boling Cui Clan, and we are no better than those ....." The old maid came over and persuaded us.

"Alright, alright." This little lady Cui pouted, "Isn't it a good thing that it's rare to meet the township party in Chang'an City?" Besides, looking at that Gao Sanlang, he also looks like a gentleman, and he doesn't look like a bad guy at all. ”

Who knew that the old maid sneered twice, "Little lady, where can the Gao family of Henan Fang compare with us now?" His whole clan is up and down, and there is only one Qishui other industry that has long been abandoned, this Gao Sanlang I think is also a person who has been trapped in the field for a long time, where is there any need to get acquainted? ”

Saying that, Cui Xiaoniang sat on the crescent stool under the porch, and the two maids came forward to adjust the state of her full head of pearls, so that she was having fun swinging, and the headdress was a little scattered.

"Mother He, don't say that, wasn't my father also a poor scholar back then?"

"Don't mention Fujun! You left Xichuan at the end of last year, and you had to come to this Chang'an City Yuetang to spend the spring, to see what the March 3rd of Chang'an City looked like, which made the boss of the mansion unhappy. It's not that the old maid is too talkative, little lady, you have been in the house for almost three years, and you don't want to find a high-ranking man to marry, so that the prince of the house is worried all day long, really. While fixing the little lady's headdress, He kept complaining.

In the Tang Dynasty, women and Lu were thirteen years old, which means that women married at this age, and even many high-ranking families in order to show their family style, it is not uncommon for their daughters to marry out before they are married - and if they do not marry after the age of thirteen, it is "overdue", which is to be criticized.

But the little lady Cui was not worried about the overstepping of the line, as soon as she heard the third of March, she was so excited, she hurriedly slapped her face, her eyes were full of stars, and asked the nanny and the maid, "It is said that the most lively place in Chang'an City on March 3 is the Qujiang Conference, where the new young jinshi will gather, and the nobles of Chang'an will also drive to Qujiang to find a good son-in-law for the daughters and little ladies of each family, ah!" After speaking, the little lady Cui held her cheeks with both hands, and looked at it leisurely, "When the time comes, I will also go, I must see how handsome the Tanhualang in the Jinshi is, if I like it, I will naturally let my father arrange it for me." ”

"Is Jinshi that good?" He Nanny shook her head, which means that with the Xichuan Festival, Cui Ning's prestige, what kind of family son can't be found.

"Of course Jinshi is good, he is literary and elegant, relying on his own efforts, and in the future, he will be able to go all the way to the position of minister, I will definitely be proud to be the wife of Jinshi."

"Hehe, if you look like Gao Saburo today, and you are also admitted to the Jinshi, is the little lady willing to marry?"

"Mother He, people are just poorly dressed, and their appearance is not so bad!" Cui Xiaoniang corrected her nanny with a complaining tone, "The so-called clothes are not ashamed!" But after finishing speaking, Cui Xiaoniang's mind that this flag is just a verbal talk, but don't really stand up.

At the same time, in the middle hall of the Red Peony Pavilion, Xue Yaoying sat on the big bed surrounded by a green screen on three sides, and Gao Yue sat on the Hu bed ten feet away, "The girl in the Moon Hall? That should be the Xichuan Festival to make the little daughter of Cui Ning's family right, Cui Ning's knees are all men, just such a little daughter, regarded as a pearl in the palm of her hand. Then she looked at Gao Yue thoughtfully, and said with a smile, "Yisong, don't be delusional, her father Cui Ning was born in the Boling Cui family, so this Cui little lady can be regarded as a girl with five surnames, although nominally she is also a fellow villager in Weizhou, but the difference between the family is a little bit different now, unless- you can be admitted to the Jinshi, with the county of the Bohai Gao clan, there is still a little hope." ”

"What's wrong with a big husband and no wife, I'm just asking."

"Yi Song, it's really commendable that you have such ambitions, so I arranged for you to get acquainted with the people of Xiaoyangshan." After speaking, Xue Yaoying asked Gao Yue how he was doing with Wu Cailuan during this time.

Gao Yue answered truthfully, Xue Yaoying nodded, and told him:

"Cailuan is right to ask you to write calligraphy, all kinds of documents and seals in my Tang Dynasty's official mansion are always inseparable from the writing of the pun, and the calligraphy is the best introduction to the cultivation of the pun li's writing."

Gao Yue thought to himself, the text of the pun in Xue Yaoying's mouth is "pun wen", also called "four or six texts", but according to common sense, the Tang Dynasty should revive the ancient text in this era, and the pun with flashy rhetoric and empty content should be eliminated, how can it still be ruled by the pun text?

But what Xue Yaoying said should be true, at least the calligraphy written by Gao Yue during this period is almost not in prose format, all of them are in the form of pun.

Next, Xue Yaoying asked about the status of the "Taofen Shed" again, and suddenly made a suggestion to Gao Yue: "Gao Langjun, after March, you don't stay in Guozijian, come to Tongjifang to find a quiet temple, rent a room, and rest assured with the shed friends in the summer class. ”

The so-called "summer class" is the first move in the spring, staying in a rented house in Chang'an City or attached to a temple to review homework in order to prepare for the next year.

"What about the projection?" Gao Yue asked when it was time to submit the papers.

Xue Yaoying on the bed smiled, "Don't be anxious, it's best to wait until after October, when the whole country will gather in Chang'an again, and the focus of the entire imperial court will be on the spring again." The goods are compared, if Lang Jun can 'overwhelm the crowd', the reputation won will be the greatest. ”

"But how can I dominate the crowd?" Gao Yue had thrown in the scroll with Liu Demuro a few times before, and he knew that the old Gao Yue who was burned to ashes was still bad, let alone himself.

As a result, at this time, Xue Yaoying's long eyebrows moved slightly, and with a mysterious smile on the corner of her mouth, she woke up Gao Yue softly, "Lang Jun - the scroll doesn't have to be a poem, besides, now that nine out of ten people in the world have voted for poetry, the dignitaries and nobles in Chang'an City have long been tired of it, if Lang Jun wants to overwhelm the crowd, why not find another way?" ”

These words really made Gao Yue's heart stir.

That's right! Who stipulates that the scroll must be a poem? That's just the mindset that Liu Deshu gave himself.

Why don't you give full play to your strengths as a traverser and use other forms of articles to impress the main division, or those who have the ability to pass the list.

So, in addition to near-body poems, poems and prose, what is the most likely genre to achieve this effect?

Suddenly, Gao Yue had a clear answer in his heart.

For this whole summer class, he needs time to prepare.

Without further ado, he said goodbye to Xue Yaoying, but only then did he remember, so he asked Xue Yaoying, "May I ask the refiner, why did you want me to leave the Guozijian during the summer class?" ”

Who would have thought that Xue Yaoying's words would be like a bolt from the blue, "Lang Jun, you don't know yet?" Today, Yang Xuan, the Chinese scholar, died suddenly due to wind paralysis, and the emperor specially ordered a boycott to mourn. ”