On the thirtieth day of the lunar month, when Shengongmen defected and all kinds of news were boiling, the "Wuying Pavilion School Feasibility Report", which had been delayed for a while, was finally approved by the political hall and the emperor. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Compared with the long opinion of the political affairs hall, the emperor's reply is only a simple word, but.

However, Li Changhong, the head of the household department who should have paid the money, cried poorly, and finally reluctantly allocated 1,000 yuan for the first year. This also made many officials who saw the joke applaud, and many people were happy to think that this marked that Li Changhong saw that the old lady Yue might stop the prime minister, so he simply turned his face with him. Now, on the day of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the Li family said that there were many guests.

As for the old Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, who had jurisdiction over Guozijian and the subordinate schools, he didn't say a word, as if he was acquiescing. Clear-eyed people all know that this so-called acquiescence is nothing more than pinching his nose and closing his eyes because of the emperor's favoritism.

And Zhou Dakang, who replaced the grievances and went to Guozi to study a few days ago, and now he is still a new official, but he took the time to cordially meet with the youngest scholar in history, Yue Qianqiu, the director of the Wuying Museum.

He didn't ask a word about what students Wuyingguan wanted to recruit, but only emphasized the issue of teachers, and there was only one implication, now all the schools under the jurisdiction of Guozijian are being prepared, and none of the scholars and teachers can be drawn.

Not only that, but the friends who were full of confidence to pull teachers everywhere before, when they gathered at the Chang Princess Mansion at noon on the Chinese New Year's Eve at the invitation of Yue Qianqiu, they also bowed their heads one by one to complain to their boss.

"Senior brother, people say that they will participate in the imperial examination in the coming year, and they dare not offend those old men in the court who may become his teacher!"

"Brother Yue Jiu, that guy said that he was going back to his hometown after the New Year, I think he is shirking!"

"We still invite people who are not well-known, and those who are famous have eyes on the top of their heads!"

"You guys aren't angry, I obviously invited the gentleman soon, as soon as I heard that the Wenhua Pavilion was going to be opened, I immediately changed my mind and praised the stinky feet over there!"

Facing a group of gossiping and angry friends, Yue Qianqiu stretched out his hand and pressed it, and then said seriously: "I know everyone's suffering." Now people are holding on to grandpa because of the defection of the Shengong Gate, and of course they will stumble us on the Wuying Pavilion. I've solved most of the student problems, but I can't do it without teachers. So, I'd like to ask you to do me a favor. ”

Seeing Zhou Jiyue looking at him with interest next to him, he coughed lightly, took out a piece of paper from his arms, and slapped it on the table with a weight.

When all the heads came over to look at it, he said with a smile: "It's the Chinese New Year, and all kinds of banquets and gatherings are the most common things. I want to let this poem be sung all over the wine shops and restaurants in Jinling City, Qinglou Chu Pavilion within five days, everyone can do it? ”

Dai Zhanning suddenly showed a look of deep thought, and when he looked up and wanted to ask, he happened to see Zhu Pengjun also straighten up. The two exchanged a look, and eventually remained silent at the same time.

But other people are not as active and delicate as them, and after reading it carefully, Bai Bufan couldn't help but shout: "This sentence 'An Neng destroys his eyebrows and bends his waist to deal with the powerful, making me unhappy', it is really too imposing, who in the world can write such a good poem?" ”

"This song "Sleepwalking in the Sky and Leaving Farewell" is really ......" Liu Fangyuan hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke, "After the end of the depressed anger, there will be no problem when this kind of thing spreads, right?" ”

Among the crowd, Liu Fangyuan has always been the most impulsive, and when he says this, others are even more worried. In the end, it was Dai Zhanning who opened his mouth and said: "Senior brother, this poem is indeed a masterpiece among the best works, and it is not difficult to sing it for a while, but who wrote it?" ”

"Of course...... Secret! Faced with a sigh of disappointment in an instant, Yue Qianqiu hugged his hands and said, "Don't worry, who am I?" How can someone take advantage of it? This poem will not go out of its way. ”

"First build up the momentum, hang the public's appetite, let everyone discuss, guess, and find for themselves, this is called hype, and at the beginning say who wrote it, isn't it ineffective? Therefore, you should discuss and discuss first, and promote the song "Sleepwalking in the Sky and Leaving Farewell" within five days, but there is one thing, you must not be exposed to contributing to the troubles behind! ”

The word hype naturally hasn't been there in recent years, but everyone has long been accustomed to the fresh terms that pop up from Yue Qianqiu's mouth from time to time, and they didn't pay attention to it at all for a while.

"Okay, it's up to us!" Bai Bufan now likes this small circle that he has just joined more and more. Not to mention anything else, everyone has a similar temperament, loves martial arts, there are not so many bullshit intrigues, and the most important thing is that you can often participate in all kinds of fun things, and there are friends who can learn from time to time, which is much happier than only practicing guns alone at home!

And while more than a dozen teenagers were discussing how to spread these poems throughout the city in five days, Yue Qianqiu saw that Zhou Jiyue quietly plucked two apprentices and two junior brothers to join in the discussion, but he quietly withdrew, and as soon as his eyes rolled, he also secretly followed him.

Sure enough, as soon as he came out of the back door, he saw this tall Zhou Sect Master standing there with his hands behind his back, obviously expecting him to come out. He pretended not to notice her smiling eyes, and coughed dryly, "I almost forgot, you are not interested in these poems and songs." ”

"Who says I'm not interested? Why, do you think I didn't know a single big word back then, and now I still don't have any ink on my chest? ”

Zhou Jiyue was stunned when she saw Yue Qianqiu, so she stretched out three fingers: "I am not only interested, but I also boldly guessed who wrote these three poems." The first possibility is that the old lady has recruited a truly talented master, and plans to turn around and put people in your martial arts hall, firstly, to make a name for the talent that is easy to recruit, and secondly, to show the old lady's discernment and talent. ”

Yue Qianqiu shrugged his shoulders with a smile: "I really want to nod, but unfortunately, you guessed wrong." ”

Zhou Jiyue was not discouraged by the fact that she lost as soon as she came up, and bent one finger, leaving only two: "I also think that this is not very likely." If the old lady wants to recommend someone, just send this poem directly to the emperor. As for the second possibility, that is, the old lady does not know what is happening today. This poem was written by someone you recruited. ”

Yue Qianqiu coughed dryly, "You guessed half right, grandpa doesn't know about this, but I don't have the ability to solicit people." Look at the old ladies in the court, they all talk and laugh and have a lot of Confucianism, and there is no white ding, but who are the people I come and go? Most people who read books will never pay attention to me, and who is blind and deaf can agree to my solicitation! ”

Zhou Jiyue squinted her eyes, and then she bent her middle finger, leaving only the last index finger: "The third possibility...... Have you forgotten those four lines of poetry that you chanted in front of me yesterday? In addition, there is a lot of talk and laughter just now, and there is no white ding...... Although it is a bit absurd, I still want to ask, the four poems you just took out to give them were not written by you, right? ”

"Huh...... Hehehehe...... You can really guess, you dare to guess! Yue Qianqiu laughed very exaggeratedly, and after laughing, seeing that this little friend who had been very reliable from the past to the present did not smile at all, he said bluntly, "I'm sorry to tell you, guess, wrong!" I didn't write this poem. I want to have this ability, and I will go directly to the top test."

He took two steps forward and stood side by side with Zhou Jiyue, and then said lazily: "Now these scholars, regardless of their poor families and scholars, all of them are above the top, and they all like to fight against the same party. Do you believe it or not, this thing can blow up a pool of spring water?? ”

"I don't believe it!" Zhou Jiyue saw Yue Qianqiu's face stretched instantly, she silently recited the six words of blowing a pool of spring water, and finally smiled and said, "It's fun for you!" What did you say about the ninth prince, but you couldn't do it that time? If you're so sure, I'll wait and see! ”

Until the two of them left and returned to the table, they didn't expect that under the wall separated by a wall, there were always people and cats.

Yan Xu, who had been quietly gesturing with Su Shiqi all the time, snorted coldly and said, "It's true that the older you get, the less cute you become, and you hide everything from me, the master." Even when the big Chinese New Year's Eve came here for a meal, he had to say something about the gathering of young people, and I had better not get involved, but I was here to whisper to people...... This little bastard thinks I'm old! Shiqi, you have to teach him a good lesson when you go back! ”

"Your own accustomed apprentice, do you blame me?" Su Shiqi glanced at her husband angrily, and then turned around and walked back, "You have the kung fu to listen to the corner and fight with Qianqiu here, you master might as well work hard, don't look back and do things that are not as good as Qianqiu." ”

Yan Xu's expression suddenly froze on his face, and then he turned his brain desperately.

The irresponsible couple all forgot that today was the Chinese New Year's Eve, and their sons were still lost in Yuefu and not picked up......