This imperial examination is of great significance, there is no such thing in history, the article on the bombing of the imperial court on the examination room of Ning Daguan has changed a lot of things, and many thoughtful children of the poor family are no longer in a hurry to find a way, they know that Donglin has changed, and at the same time, the opinion of Ning Zhiyuan has been completely divided into two groups.

One is the same as before, it represents the general official view, and Ning Zhiyuan is extremely opposed, envious, jealous and hateful, and the saying is that it is false benevolence and false righteousness, lawlessness, cruelty to the people, and official killers, but the group of scholars who were silent before and who followed them have changed, no longer echoed, or opposed.

Li Dingfang felt a little that this was not what he wanted, but he had already become the top of the second-class list, which was enough to glorify his Li family, and time precipitated a little dignified, and then they sat on the banquet like this.

This is the traditional rule, this table is opened by Chongzhen, which means to show the emperor's grace, and the participating members have all the candidates for the palace examination, aiming to buy people's hearts.

It is called Qionglin Banquet, which began in the Song Dynasty and continues to the present and later.

Since that night, Zhang Pu's sense of existence has been extremely low, and he shrank in a small corner during the palace test, and there was no movement, if it was before, even if Zhang Pu had no talent, he would jump a few times, impassioned, and now, all he can do is hibernation.

It only takes a year or two for this group of scholars to have an official position, he doesn't have to work so hard, he often thinks of it and is full of regret, feeling that he is asking for it, and he is slapped in the face in a hurry, if he doesn't have such a look in Yanzilou, he is still the same Zhang Pu, although he was lost face in Jinling, but he had to swallow the bitterness himself.

After a few rounds of drinking, Chongzhen stopped moving his mouth, and after the candidates who won the Jinshi toasted to Chongzhen, they toasted to Ning Zhiyuan, and they knew each other very well.

Although there are many second-generation officials and related households, their views on Ning Daguan are not very good, but has the matter come to this point, the smart ones have guessed what Chongzhen meant, and the unsmart ones have also learned about it under the mention of others, in short, the saint is going to start with this Ning Zhuangyuan and shoot at the court.

Yes, Chongzhen wants to use Ning Zhiyuan as a fulcrum to pry the entire Donglin.

Most of the courtiers at the banquet were thinking about something, Chongzhen's meaning was not intriguing at all, it was too obvious, and they didn't mean to resist Chongzhen, that was the emperor, who dared to resist them, who were they? The whole Ming Dynasty's golden oil is mellow and mellow, and the best thing is perfunctory.

"Your Majesty, on this good occasion, why don't you let all the talented people compose a poem?" Zhou Yanru said suddenly, he looked at these people, many of them were admitted by his and Zhang Pu's hands, they were old and young, the oldest seemed to be nearly fifty, and now Chongzhen is like this, will they still be his students?

No, if they had their brains in their right, they would all be protégés of the Son of Heaven now.

Chongzhen nodded immediately, idleness is idleness.

Zhou Yanru's words didn't mean to be embarrassed, Chongzhen was on the side, borrowing a few guts from him, he didn't dare to find fault now, he fired at Ning Zhiyuan before because others put the knife on his neck, he still had to struggle, otherwise he would be despised, the matter has come to this point, and now he will unswervingly follow Chongzhen, and he can retire honorably in a few years as for poetry.

Among these people, Wu Meicun has written a lot of poems, with more than dozens of poems, known as a talent, and is also Zhou Yanru's favorite one before.

It's good that he didn't have the idea of being embarrassed, but who made this poem is still a little exquisite, Wu Meicun is very famous, and there are many poems, and each capital has a high level, which is very good, but if it is compared with Ning Zhiyuan, it will be overshadowed.

"Then let the little people come first." Sure enough, it was Wu Weiye who took the lead in speaking out, the corners of his mouth were filled with a hint of smile, and his eyes also exuded a sense of desire and excitement, in this regard, he has always had great self-confidence, and he has always had such capital, Wen Siquanyong described him as no exaggeration.

It's just that one day, his poems have become much bleaker, the poems he writes may be good, but they are far from reaching the level that has been passed down through the ages, unlike Ning Zhiyuan, who is a fine product as soon as he exits, but there are not many of them, so that he can think that Ning Zhiyuan himself has conceived for a long time and improvised poems, or he Wu Weiye is the strongest.

These little minds Chongzhen knew it after a little thought, but he didn't think it was anything, if there was no contradiction in the team, it would be difficult to bring, and he was happy to see Ning Zhiyuan composing poems, he didn't learn much, but he was better than his carpenter emperor brother, and he was very reluctant to compose poems, and it could also be seen that Ning Zhiyuan's previous poems were all good, and he had some expectations.

Ning Zhiyuan pursed his lips and was silent, if someone wants to pretend to be forced, then let it go.

"Then the little people will be ugly." After just a few breaths, Wu Meicun said again, "At this time, it is called Tiger Xing, and it is specially made for His Highness. ”

This sycophant is indeed a bit wonderful.

"Grinding teeth, wrong claws. The fox is not cunning, the rabbit is not cunning, and hunger comes to devour and fill the intestines. ”

"Rampant is not afraid of the sun and the moon, and the emperor is born as a caracal. The front village heard a roar in the middle of the night, and who pressed the sword lamp. ”

The upper que uses the form of the tiger to set off the mighty, and the lower que and the tiger's publicity to highlight the domineering, Ning Daguan can only say that it is okay, as a professional teacher, he is one of those masterpieces all day long, which is really a little out of his eyes, but there is a momentum, and it is estimated that it should be very in line with Chongzhen's intentions.

Looking at the wrinkles on Chongzhen's face that gradually deepened because of the smile, Ning Zhiyuan was speechless, just a sycophant, is it necessary to be so happy? If he wanted to be himself, he would definitely not say Wu Meicun's sentence 'made for His Highness', there was no way, he was thin-skinned.

Chongzhen's reaction was naturally in the eyes of everyone, Wu Meicun was very satisfied, Zhou Yanru was also very satisfied, he could still do this kind of thing to add some blockage to Ning Zhiyuan, everyone's eyes began to gather on Ning Daguan, most of them were curious, and they were also worried and expecting him to make a fool of himself.

Ning Zhiyuan turned a deaf ear, competed with a chicken leg in front of him, and ate with grace, not full of oil stars, but in this case, it looked a little weird, Li Dingfang was originally very confident, he wanted that kind of famous sentence to come with his mouth open, relying on that circle of a lot of silver, so that he really admired, but this appearance made him a little uncalm, could it be that Zhiyuan was really stuck for a while?

Fortunately, it didn't affect the overall situation, everyone thought that this Ning Zhuangyuan didn't plan to write poetry, for what reason, everyone had their own guesses in their hearts, and their eyes were ready to look away.

Someone is not calm.

So I started talking.

"Isn't Ning Zhuangyuan going to write a poem?" Wu Meicun finally couldn't help but ask, his tone sounded a little unnatural, not as hateful as those people in the Jinling Guijia Courtyard, at least Ning Daguan didn't have the urge to beat people at this time.

"Haven't you already done it?" Ning Daguan stopped, puzzled.

———— "This champion, how can I answer what you asked?"

"It's good to write a poem below, but if Ning Zhuangyuan has a good work, it can also be chanted, let me wait to watch it, I heard Ning Zhuangyuan's masterpiece before, but I admire it, compared to the great cause, it is nothing." Wu Weiye said with a blushing face.

"Oh." Ning Daguan seemed to be suddenly interested, "You really think so?" ”

Wu Weiye nodded with difficulty.

Ning Zhiyuan was a little helpless in his heart, the gameplay of these ancients was really a bit naïve, every time they were old-fashioned, and they would compose poems from time to time to be in the limelight wherever they went? It's normal to think about it again, who made them too late, and even some of them have not yet obtained the quota of children in their thirties and forties, and in modern terms, they have not graduated from primary school, and they have been studying all their lives, so what emotional intelligence do you talk about?

He doesn't want to be in the limelight, and his limelight is big enough, and there are enough people, but there are always people pushing him.

"Then that's the case, why do you want this son to write poems, wouldn't that steal your limelight." Ning Zhiyuan was still puzzled.

"————" Wu Weiye's face became more and more red, he was an honest man, although he would also walk before the exam, worship under Zhou Yanru, and then after things changed, he was called decisively changed from a student to a small person in front of Zhou Yanru, and he also had all kinds of thoughts, but he was really an honest man

"Zhiyuan, you can make a poem." Chongzhen also felt that it was really funny, referring not to Wu Meicun's approach, but to Ning Zhiyuan's counterattack, but it seemed to be quite friendly, at least it was not as big as in the homecoming courtyard, nor was it as arrogant as in the Swallow Building, at this moment it was like an ignorant scholar who didn't know anything was asking questions, and his tone was very innocent.

Wu Meicun breathed a sigh of relief, the emperor spoke, you can still write poetry, but he still has no idea whether Ning Zhiyuan can make good poems, he saw that Ning Zhiyuan was just eating wine and food and ignoring others, he just thought that there was no good poetry generated, but the other party's confident appearance made him puzzled.

But in any case, improvisational poetry always has many limitations, and it is impossible to have a masterpiece for the ages, breaking the ridiculous rumors that Ning Zhiyuan's exit can spread through the ages, Wu Meicun still has this bottom.

"Your Majesty, you still owe Weichen something." Ning Zhiyuan said in a low voice, it turned out that Chongzhen was talking to him now, and he just reminded him by the way, Chongzhen should not forget that he had stayed in the capital for so long, this was his biggest purpose.

"Ah" Chongzhen was slightly stunned, and then slapped his head, which made Ning Daguan a little depressed in his heart, it seems that he really forgot, but it can't be like this, this is related to my happiness in the next ten years, ten years, Ning Zhiyuan suddenly became a little melancholy.

Everyone at the table bowed their heads, not looking at Chongzhen's appearance, but there were not many people eating and drinking, Li Ying was the same, the starving ghost reincarnated would not eat and drink on this occasion, everyone knows that this banquet, that is, that meaning, is to let you and the emperor have a meal, showing the emperor's grace, so this banquet is very successful in making them feel honored, so they are very grateful to Chongzhen now.

"Look at it, look at it, I really forgot." Chongzhen said with a smile, he liked Ning Zhiyuan's tone and straightforward words very much, and he was very used to it, this matter was not a big deal for him, so he naturally forgot about it.

Now Chongzhen couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart, could it be that kind of prescription really had a miraculous effect, how could he look at this kid as if he cared about it, he also used it, but only half of it was used, and he only soaked in the medicinal bath, and he didn't have the previous practice of spitting and running.

Chongzhen was a little envious, Ning Zhiyuan was only a little younger than him, but he was much younger than him, and he was all for this country, and in an instant he was more determined in his own ways.

His youth is buried in this country, and what can stop him? One day, this Zhongxing Ming must have his own figure of Emperor Chongzhen

"Zhiyuan, as long as you write a poem now, I'll give you something later." Chongzhen reined in his thoughts, smiled and said.

Everyone didn't know what it would be, but thinking that the emperor's things must not be far behind, they were surprised that Ning Zhiyuan dared to talk to Chongzhen like this, and what was even more surprised was Chongzhen's attitude.

Ning Daguan is very helpless, but he has a good bottom in his heart, he doesn't want to write any poems, that feeling is like returning to the scene of reciting poems to others in elementary school, and he has to be restrained and frustrated, and the journey is turning, and if he doesn't memorize well, he will lose face and beat his palm

"Weichen just has a poem, and I also ask His Royal Highness to judge and remember to give things to the minister."

Ning Zhiyuan said worriedly, his heart was very relaxed, as early as when Zhou Yanru said that he was composing a poem, he had already searched for a suitable word to learn from, this world is like this, witty people will always succeed He suddenly became happy in his heart.

Wu Meicun was a little uncomfortable in his heart, Ning Zhiyuan and Chongzhen were talking to him and talking to him were completely two different things, he could only call himself Xiaomin, but Ning Zhiyuan was a micro-minister.

He remembered the fact that almost all of the Ming Dynasty knew, that is, this Ning Daguan had already been the second grade of the official residence, and he was decades ahead of them

But it's just a poetic struggle, he said to himself.

"Weichen didn't give it any name, so let's call it miscellaneous poems." Ning Daguan continued.

"Kyushu is angry and thunderous, and all the horses are sad. I advise the heavenly prince to be vigorous and reduce talents without sticking to one pattern. ”

This is a poem, just an extremely simple seven-word poem, Chongzhen was a little shocked when he heard it, and everyone in the audience bowed their heads and tasted it, thoughtfully, and then Wu Meicun's face turned red

Ashamed, people made such a casual work, made such a poem that suited the situation and the situation, and he still rushed to Chongzhen's sycophantic gambling head, this gap

He remembered what Ning Zhiyuan said just now.

So why do you want to write poems in this way, wouldn't that steal your limelight?

He bowed his head in shame (to be continued.) )