Chapter 140 Shangyuan Poetry Society

After a year, Zhu Zhenguo is also the age of seventeen, the age of seventeen, as a person, mixed with a seven-grade real power official body, in this world, I don't know how many people have red eyes. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Basically, it can be the envy of all scholars, I don't know how many Jinshi and Tongjinshi are still waiting to fill the vacancy in the Hanlin Academy, and the thirty or forty-year-old Jinshi is still waiting to fill the vacancy, and the thirty or forty-year-old Jinshi is still waiting to fill the gap, and the thirty or forty-year-old Jinshi is still waiting to fill the gap, and the thirty or forty-year-old Jinshi is still waiting to fill the vacancy, and the thirty or forty-year-old Jinshi is still waiting to fill the gap, and the thirty or forty-year-old Jinshi is making up for a seven-grade or from the seven-grade real shortage, that is the pin

Although this imperial examination system seems quite reasonable, it seems to be more humane than those aristocrats in the West who have been fixed from generation to generation, but it is not much better.

I thought that studying and going to school, Tong Shengxiu was able to raise people to enter the army, and passed the examination all the way, and since then the carp jumped over the dragon gate, that is also a fantasy, and it is really to the core of the imperial court, this jinshi is a handful of casual grabs, and it is not as scarce as this martial artist who can really lead troops to fight in the future.

It would be false to say that there is no benefit, at least there is no need to pay taxes.

From this point of view, it is really lucky that this Zhu Zhenguo can worship Ouyang Zheng, who has been relegated to Shazhou for more than ten years, as a teacher. But it can also be said that Zhu Zhenguo and Ouyang Zheng are complementary to each other, without Zhu Zhenguo's chance encounter with the emperor, this Ouyang Zheng will basically live in this position of learning politics for the rest of his life.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Shangyuan Poetry Club, which is a must-have program for the beginning of the year in Zhongjing City.

Although the Shangyuan Poetry Club is called the Poetry Club, it is a large-scale event directly organized by the Yamen of the Ministry of Rites, a comprehensive carnival in the city, and the nature is a bit like the Spring Festival Gala of later generations. But the "Spring Festival Gala" here is attended by the whole people.

The most popular project is this Oiran competition, all over the Qinglou painting boat small building, there will be Qing people to participate, but also to compare the first and second, the evaluation of this competition is based on the number of flowers sent by the audience to decide, of course, this flower is not just to send, it needs to spend money on the spot to buy, of course, the price is also extremely expensive, the money for selling flowers is also received into the treasury by the Ministry of Rites.

As for other activities, it is even more complicated, dragon and lion dances, juggling, lantern riddle couplets, dragon lantern parades, storytelling and singing... There are many things like that.

Zhu Zhenguo obviously didn't know the name of the Shangyuan Poetry Society in the capital, and he still forgot to sleep and eat every day, and worked hard to write. Even Xie Bingyu has only been there two or three times, and when he goes, he will sit for a while and come back.

I also know that after fifteen, I will basically go to this Beihe County to go out on an errand, and I think that I will take advantage of this free ten days to write as much as possible, at least to be able to typeset two books, and one ancient book can print at most fifty or sixty thousand words. Of course, there must be a basic plot development in the story.

It's almost the Shangyuan Festival, of course Liu Xuliao won't let go of such a fun thing, and he came to make an appointment with Zhu Zhenguo two days in advance, and Zhu Zhenguo agreed when he couldn't bear the trouble, but he didn't take it too seriously in his heart.

On the day of Shangyuan, which was also the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Liu Xuliao came early in a proper dress, and wore a rare Confucian shirt, but this time it was not wrinkled, flat and clean. Obviously, there is someone else who helps me in this dress today.

If this Liu Xuliao didn't speak, but just stood to the side, he would look like a gentleman, showing some scholarly spirit. This expression of talent is also in line with the aesthetics of which beautiful ladies.

But this Liu Xuliao didn't need to speak, as soon as he walked, he jumped up and down, and he was immediately exposed.

"Xie Yuangong, hurry up and prepare, the master will take you to this poetry meeting to make a brilliant head, as soon as this poetry meeting comes out, you will be famous all over the world." Liu Xuliao looked at Zhu Zhenguo, who was still writing in front of the case, and urged.

"It's that you came early, Wen Feng hasn't come yet, what's the hurry." Zhu Zhenguo is not in a hurry, it is only morning at this time, and the venue is still in a state of preparation.

Of course, this matter must be indispensable to Ouyang Wenfeng, Ouyang Wenfeng came to make an appointment yesterday, but after coming, the two didn't have any conversation, this Ouyang Wenfeng sat aside and read Zhu Zhenguo's manuscript, the two basically had a conversation for a few hours, and finally Ouyang Wenfeng went back after reading it, and originally wanted to express his feelings after reading, and saw that Zhu Zhenguo wrote wholeheartedly, so he didn't bother too much.

Where is Liu Xuliao who can settle down, seeing this, Zhu Zhenguo ignored him, and only cared about writing. I went out by myself.

After lunch, this Ouyang Wenfeng also came, and brought a person, of course, it was Ouyang Xiaodi who was dressed as a man, this Ouyang Shimeng was now all year round, and basically he could go out at this time.

Most of the girls in the boudoir are like this, but if they are already married, they don't need to be like this.

"Zhenguo, it's almost, let's go." Ouyang Wenfeng was also reluctant to disturb Zhu Zhenguo's wholeheartedness at this time. Just a soft reminder.

Zhu Zhenguo took a breath, wrote another line, slowly put down the pen and ink, put the written paper into a small box, and then said that he would prepare now.

Although Zhu Zhenguo went to prepare, he didn't pay too much attention to it, but simply changed into a clean and tidy robe, wiped his face with a wet towel, and came out.

"Da Liao, where are you? Let's go. Zhu Zhenguo came out to look left and right, but he didn't see Liu Xuliao, so he shouted.

"It's coming, it's coming..." At this time, Liu Xuliao's voice came from the backyard, and it was obvious that Liu Xuliao had gone down to the prison again.

This Liu Xuliao ran out of the backyard in a flying step, his image had been greatly damaged, and the Confucian shirt on his body, which was originally neat and straight, was twisted up again at this time.

When Liu Xuliao arrived, the four of them set off and went straight to the bank of Lingshui, which was the place where the painting boat and the green buildings gathered.

There is also a big stage on the edge of this Lingshui, with the back of Lingshui, which is also covered by this Ministry of Rites, and there is a square in front of this platform that is not small in this era, and there is also a circle of small buildings around, most of which are also business places such as Qinglou teahouses.

The people who came to see this Oiran Contest were not only literati and ink writers, but also businessmen and ordinary people.

Most of the ordinary businessmen are on the front seats under this table, and these seats are also expensive, and they are also VIP seats.

And this high-ranking official and the like will be in the Qingya teahouse a little farther away, and watch through the teahouse in the private room. And the average student, there is nothing to pay attention to, some are in the Qinglou teahouse pavilion on the side, and some go directly to the scene to support their favorite famous prostitutes.

When Zhu Zhenguo and his entourage arrived at the scene of this poetry meeting, they directly found a small building on the side and asked for a private room, the window of this private room is also facing the stage, the distance is not far, and it can be seen really. It's just that the price of this private room at this time is many times the usual one. (To be continued.) )