It wasn't until Ji Ning walked out of the courtyard that everyone present reacted one after another.

Yu Ling and He An, who had already come out of the house, were the first to react, and they hurried to catch up with them with anxious faces.

Yu Ling knew best that Ji Ning had indeed used to sell his poems in the Poetry Pavilion, but it was impossible to sell them for money, Ji Ning himself pretended to sell them out of his own pocket for the sake of face, and then asked Du Shou and other fox friends to spend all day drinking.

And Du Shou and others knew this, but in order to deceive Ji Ning's eating, drinking, and merrymaking, they deliberately complimented Ji Ning's poems for being able to leave the state capital, and it was a pity that a poem was only sold for dozens of silver taels of silver.

Therefore, when Ji Ning actually wanted to go to the Poetry Pavilion to sell poems to pay off his debts, Yu Ling and He An were not only worried, but also thought that their young master was driven crazy. This is simply self-inflicted humiliation and has become a joke for the entire Jinling City.

Yu Ling caught up with Ji Ning, a pair of plain white jade hands tightly hugged Ji Ning's left arm, and persuaded bitterly with tears: "Young master, let's stop selling poems, you sell me." ”

"Young master, it's really not good, let's take away the four treasures of the family's books, books, and study, and it should still be worth one or two hundred taels of silver." He An also tried hard to persuade him.

"Hehe, Yuling, Uncle An, don't be like this." Ji Ning said with a smile, "I have to have confidence in your young master." ”

After speaking, he broke Yu Ling's jade hand and continued to walk out of the Ji Mansion and go to the Poetry Pavilion.

As for Ji Jing, Du Shou and others laughing wantonly in Qinyuan until their stomachs hurt, they stopped laughing one after another.

"Oh no, we may have been tricked!" Du Shou's face suddenly changed and he shouted loudly.

Ji Jing and the others immediately cast inquiring glances at Du Shou.

Du Shou said quickly: "Ji Ningming said that he was going to sell poems, maybe he secretly escaped while we were careless!" ”

Ji Jing and the others couldn't help but change their faces slightly, revealing a fierce look, and shouted: "Chase!" ”

Ji Jing, Du Shou and others immediately rushed out of Qinyuan with their domestic slaves to pursue Ji Ning and others.

Not long after they rushed out of Qinyuan, they found Ji Ning and the others.

Seeing that Ji Ning and the others were walking unhurriedly, not looking like they were running away, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's keep up and spy on Ji Ning, we can't let him really take the opportunity to escape." Ji Jing said, "In addition, since he is going to the Poetry Pavilion to sell poems, I might as well help him spread them along the road, so that everyone can witness that the poems of our great poets are worth a few dollars." ”

"Hahaha, wonderful! Wonderful! Du Shou shook the folding fan, shook his head and laughed, "Brother Zijing is really tall!" ”

The others let out a playful laugh.

So, Du Shou, Zhao Xiong and the other three immediately instructed the house slaves they brought: "You shout loudly along the way, just say: Young Master Ji Ning is only eight years old, and today I went to the Poetry Pavilion to sell poems, and a poem is worth hundreds of taels." ”

"No!" The few house slaves answered loudly, immediately turned around and faced the four sides, put their hands in front of their mouths in a hara, and shouted loudly: "Young Master Ji Ning is only eight buckets high, and today I went to the Poetry Pavilion to sell poems, and a poem is worth hundreds of taels!" ”

"Young Master Ji Ning is only eight buckets tall, and today I went to the Poetry Pavilion to sell poems, and a poem is worth hundreds of taels!"

……

Those few house slaves are tall and loud, and their voices are loud enough, and when they let go of their voices and shout hard, the entire Ji Mansion can hear them.

When the children of Ji Fu and the slaves of Yahuan heard this, they immediately boiled, threw down the work in their hands, and rushed over to see Ji Ning make a fool of himself.

After a while, almost everyone from the Ji Mansion rushed over, followed Ji Ning from a distance, pointed at Ji Ning, and kept laughing at Ji Ning for going crazy.

Ji Ze was also aware of such a big movement, and asked the old slave around him to immediately rush to inquire what was going on.

Soon, the old slave rushed back, reported the truth to Ji Zehui in detail, and then asked: "Master, do you want to stop it?" ”

Ji Ze closed his eyes and shook his head slightly, "No." If Ji Ning dares to rebel against Ji Mansion, he must be given an end and warn all the children of Ji Mansion. ”

From Ji Mansion all the way to the Poetry Pavilion, under the hard work of Du Shou, Zhao Xiong and several other domestic slaves, half of the people in Jinling City knew that Ji Ning was going to the Poetry Pavilion to sell poems.

Behind Ji Ning, there were dense crowds of people following the good deeds of most of the street.

Everyone's faces were full of ridicule and ridicule, clapping their hands, and talking about Ji Ning, a high-flying and domineering gentleman who stinks in the wind, also has today!

In an elegantly furnished study in the Tingyu Pavilion of Su Mansion, Su Pujia sat at a desk in plain clothes.

Her waist is straight, her straight snow neck is as graceful as a white swan neck, her cloud temples are towering, her beautiful pretty face is focused, and her slender jade hand is holding a precious purple pen, and she is concentrating on a piece of cold gold ribbed rice paper spread out on the desk and writes intently:

"Rolling up to the window bamboo, kind hanging door. Scorching Qingxuan girl, Ling Ling high Taizhong. Ming Zhiyi Autumn Frost ......"

The font is handsome and elegant, which is quite pleasing to the eye.

"Miss, no! Oh no! ”

Suddenly, a crisp and rapid cry came from outside the study, followed by a slender figure rushing in from outside.

Su Pujia paused her pen, put down the Zihao pen in her hand, turned around and asked Cai Xia calmly, "What's wrong?" ”

"Miss, Ji Ning seems to owe someone someone money, and he is forced to go to the Poetry Pavilion to sell poems in desperation. Along the road, it was hyped up by the people, and the noise was known all over the city. Many people followed him to see what he was doing. Cai Xia said a little anxiously, "Ji Ning doesn't learn at all, his talent and fame are attacked by the shadow, how can his poems be sold for money!" ”

Although she used to be eager to stab the villain and curse Ji Ning, after Ji Ning quit the marriage, she couldn't help but feel some sympathy for Ji Ning when she learned of Ji Ning's tragic situation. Anyway, he was her future uncle.

Su Pujia'e frowned slightly, stood up and looked at the slender and slender girl, walked into the boudoir, took out a few silver tickets and handed them to Cai Xia and said, "You immediately take them to Ji Ning for emergency." ”

Cai Xia took the silver ticket, looked down at the amount of the silver ticket, and couldn't help but look up in surprise and said, "Miss, is one thousand taels too much?" ”

"Go ahead." Su Pujia waved her slender jade hand slightly, and said with a flat expression, "Remember to take the carriage." ”

"No." Cai Xia answered, immediately turned around and hurried downstairs.

Ji Ning finally walked to the Poetry Pavilion and looked up at this majestic high-rise building with a height of seven floors.

In this world where the big seal and small seal text can communicate the gods and ghosts of heaven and earth, it is absolutely "everything is inferior, only reading is high", an article can shock the world and move the ghosts and gods, can call the wind and rain, and can be blessed with blessings.

Legend has it that in ancient times, Cangjie made words, Li Yu ghosts cried, and Gaine words can have unpredictable power, can sense heaven and earth, and communicate with gods and ghosts.

Later, because the oracle bone inscription made by Cangjie was too powerful, obscure and difficult to understand, only the sage could understand it, the sage could learn, and ordinary people could not even comprehend a word, which was not conducive to implementation.

The sage felt it, so he simplified the big seal on the basis of the oracle bone inscription. Although the Great Seal is easier to learn than the oracle bone inscription and the ability to communicate with heaven and earth, it is still obscure and difficult to learn for ordinary people.

So, there was a saint who made a small seal. The small seal is simpler and less powerful than the big seal. However, it is still difficult for ordinary people to learn.

Thus, the simplified Chinese character was coined by a great sage.

Although simplified Chinese characters do not have any ability to sense heaven and earth, everyone can learn them, and human culture has flourished, and there has been a rare contention in history.

The big seal and the small seal were shelved and became the patent of the reader.

The post-Confucian and Taoist sage Confucius made a great wish, determined to educate the people of the world, and condensed Confucianism and Taoism with great wisdom and perseverance.

Confucian scholars only need to plant the language, and they can easily learn the small seal.

As soon as Confucianism and Taoism came out, Confucianism and Taoism flourished, one family was dominant, and the rest of the hundred schools were made by it.

Up to now, the scholar has won the fame of Xiucai, and he can be planted into the literature after worshipping the Temple of Literature, and the small seal can be studied.

The more powerful and more obscure Great Seal can only be studied by a bachelor who is one level higher than Jinshi.

As for the oracle bone inscription, which can change the color of heaven and earth with a single word, due to the age is too far away, it is difficult for the saint to come out, and it is gradually lost, and only a few characters have been handed down to this day, which are monopolized by the Confucian Academy, the imperial dynasty, the family, and the great clan.

Articles can be bought and sold, and poems can be bought and sold.

Although the article is allowed to be bought and sold, it must be bought and sold openly, and the author signs and seals.

As for poetry, it is rare to reach the point of changing the color of heaven and earth like articles, and most of them are used for entertainment and appreciation, cultivation and pleasure of the body.

Rao is like this, a hand-me-down poem is still hard to find.

In particular, poems are allowed to be bought and sold privately, and when a poem is sold, it is owned by the financier, and the author is strictly forbidden to leak it.

The Poetry Pavilion is the largest place to buy and sell poetry privately.

Standing in front of the gate of the majestic Poetry Pavilion, Yu Ling and He An were on the left and right of Ji Ning, pleading and shouting, "Young Master." ”

Yu Ling looked up at Ji Ning's side face, her beautiful eyes were about to cry, she seemed to see the scene where Ji Ning entered the Poetry Pavilion to sell poems and was laughed at by thousands of people unscrupulously.

"You can wait here with peace of mind, and Young Master Ben will come back when he goes." Ji Ning smiled at Yu Ling and He An.

Then, he dressed in Confucian clothes, and under the attention of everyone and the ridicule and ridicule of tens of thousands of people, he proudly entered the poetry pavilion.

The Poetry Pavilion is a place where poems are traded privately, and in order to ensure privacy, people who are not interested in buying and selling poems cannot enter, so Yu Ling and He An, as well as all the onlookers who are watching the good deeds, cannot follow in.

"Look at it, Ji Ning has really entered the Poetry Pavilion!" The onlookers shouted loudly.

"Haha, he must be crazy, and he really thinks he's only eight buckets."

"But no, people who don't even dare to participate in the children's test still think that a poem will sell for hundreds of taels? His poems are upside down and pasted upside down, and no one wants them! ”

"Hehe, I want to be so talented when Ji Zhongkun was, there is only one stone in the world, and Ji Zhongkun has eight buckets alone. Unexpectedly, it is such a tiger father and dog son! It's sad and ridiculous......"

When everyone was talking, ridiculing and ridiculing, Cai Xia, with the help of two Sufu slaves with a tiger's back, finally hurriedly squeezed to the gate of the Poetry Pavilion.

She hurriedly searched for her beautiful eyes, but she didn't see Ji Ning's figure, only Ji Ning's maid ring and house slave.

"Yuling, where is your son-in-law?" She walked up and asked the rain spirit.

Yu Ling turned around, saw that it was Cai Xia, and thought that his young master was so degraded to being laughed at in front of the whole city because Su Fu was going to withdraw from the marriage, and his pretty face suddenly turned cold.

"My young master has already broken off the marriage contract with your young lady, and it has nothing to do with it, do you still have to rush to the well?" She said coldly.

Cai Xia Fang suddenly felt aggrieved, but she understood Yu Ling's mood, so she suppressed the grievance and said, "I was sent by my young lady to relieve your son-in-law." What about Ji Gongzi's others? ”

When Yu Ling heard this, he knew that he had misunderstood. However, Caixia was already a step late, and Ji Ning had already entered the poetry attic for almost a cup of tea.

"Humph!" She snorted coldly, shook off her pretty face, and re-faced the Poetry Pavilion, waiting for Ji Ning to come out.

He An next to him took a step closer, sighed and said, "Miss Caixia, you are late, my young master has already entered the Poetry Pavilion with half a pillar of incense." ”

"Ahh Cai Xia exclaimed in surprise, turned her head to look at the Poetry Pavilion, and couldn't help but worry about Ji Ning.