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"It's really insulting to Sven, insulting to Sven. ”

Situ Xing didn't look at the sour Confucian, he took the wine by himself, and the wine in the Liuyu Poetry Meeting was the aged wine of the Sifang Restaurant, the first-class wine, the wine quality was clear, the taste was smooth, and after being cooled by the river water, there was a kind of coldness of the river water.

Xiao Xiao's face was red, and he shyly poured wine for Situ Xing, because of the cave, the wine was amber, and the viscous wine syrup was like silk hanging on the wall of the cup, which was indescribably beautiful.

"Good wine!"

When he drank it, Situ Xing spit out a mouthful of wine and couldn't help but shout loudly.

"Brother Situ is really a wonderful person, Zicheng's trip is worthwhile. ”

Huang Zicheng also picked up the wine glass and drank it all, squinting his eyes slightly, and his face showed an aftertaste.

"Lanling wine tulips, jade bowls with amber light. ”

Situ Xing raised the wine bottle in his hand, the unique fragrance of fine wine came to his nose, and he chanted a little drunk.

"What's next?"

Huang Zicheng and Xiao Xiao looked at Situ with expectant expressions. Wait for him to chant the second half of the que.

But after Situ Xing finished speaking, he actually started drinking, and he didn't have the consciousness to complete the poems at all.

Huang Zicheng looked at Situ Xing, who was playing the beat and entertaining himself, his expression was uncomfortable as if he was constipated, but he also knew that there was no way to force this kind of thing, so he could only drink a big bowl of wine angrily. The irritability in my heart was slightly lessened.

"Situ Banque!"

"Situ Banque!"

"Situ Banque!"

Looking at Situ Xing, who was entertaining himself and looking peaceful, Huang Zicheng muttered indignantly.

Looking at Huang Zicheng, who seemed to be a child's vindictiveness, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle. Although this Huang Gongzi is a little ridiculous, he is much cuter than those who fall in the bookbag and are sour all day long.

"I don't know what you've been worrying about all day. ”

Huang Zicheng touched the wine stain on the side of his mouth and said a little stupidly.

Situ Xing's fingers that were beating suddenly froze, and his closed eyes opened, looking extraordinarily deep.

Huang Zichengzhi is not in the imperial examination, so some things are still not considered.

Fame can certainly raise hope, but it will also make people jealous and jealous, adding twists and turns to their careers, and thorns everywhere.

Why do most prodigies hurt Zhongyong, Wang Anshi once sighed in the article "Hurt Zhongyong", but in Situ Xing's view, although there is an educational factor, there is also a major reason that the teenager becomes famous and is burdened by fame, which leads to the loss of his life.

"Jinxi Minfang Zhongyong, Shili Geng. Zhong Yongsheng has been alive for five years, and he has never tasted the book utensils, so he suddenly begged for it. The father is different, and he is close to him, that is, the four lines of the book and poem, and his own name. His poems are intended to adoptive parents and adopt clans, and pass on the talent of a township. Since the finger is a poem, its literature and science are appreciable. The people of the city are strange, and they slightly guest their fathers, or beg for money. The father is also profitable, and the day is in the middle of the ring, and he does not learn.

I have heard it for a long time. In the Ming Dao, the ancestors returned home, and saw it at the uncle's house, twelve or thirteen. Ling composed poetry, can not be called the news of the past. After another seven years, he returned to his uncle's house from Yangzhou to ask for advice, saying, "Everyone is gone." ”

The prince said: Zhongyong's enlightenment is also the heavens of acceptance. The day of its acceptance is also far from the material. If they die for the multitude, they will not receive from others. The heaven that he receives is also the heaven, so that he is virtuous, and he who does not receive it is many, and he who does not receive it is many, and he who does not receive it must be many."

Situ Xing closed his eyes and leaned on his soft body, and recited in a low voice.

"This time you didn't even talk about half of it. Situ Banque is a little out of character. ”

Huang Zicheng said a little teasingly.

But when he savored it, he found that this little essay contained philosophical ideas and substances, and he was obsessed with it. The eyes are gloomy, and there is no longer the tiredness just now.

Liu Ziqian, dressed in white, looked particularly dazzling at the literary meeting in green shirts, and many scholars looked at him with some disdain.

But Liu Ziqian was very thick-skinned, and he was not ashamed, but he was shy, like a domestic servant, following behind Bai Zicong, Li Chengze and other family members, hunched over, pricked up his ears, and always had a flattering smile on his face.

Bai Zicong, Li Chengze and others chanted poems, and he clapped his hands from time to time next to him, and his face showed a look of enjoyment.

"A few days ago, the villain occasionally got a verse and asked a few talented people to correct it. ”

With a shy face and a smile for a long time, the muscles in his face were a little sore, Liu Ziqian seized an opportunity and said with some hope.

Bai Zicong is the Wenkui of this year, and Li Chengze is the son of the chief bookkeeper of Zhibei County, if the poem is affirmed by the two, it will be of great help to Liu Ziqian's reputation. With the momentum of the two, there is no possibility of winning the championship next year.

"It's a villain, Sven sweeps the floor. ”

"Cynic!"

The Xiucai present saw that Liu Ziqian had no scholarly temperament in front of the powerful, groveling, like a domestic servant, and couldn't help but secretly dislike it in his heart, and some people showed disgust on their faces.

There are people with a quick temper, and they want to stand up and scold angrily, but they are hurriedly stopped by the people next to them, this Liu Ziqian is just a dog with a wagging tail, so there is nothing to worry about.

But it still depends on the owner to fight the dog, Bai Zicong and Li Chengze, one is a young man, this Wenkui, and a son of an official eunuch, and very people can provoke.

Liu Ziqian also understands this, so he dares to do this.

"Brother is a great talent, brother is not as good!"

Suddenly, a voice overpowered everyone's voices, and the entire poetry meeting was suddenly silent, whether it was Fu Juren or the businessmen present, they all looked at it with curious eyes.

Seeing Situ Xing sitting cross-legged in front of the bookcase with a calm expression, Huang Zicheng stood up with a solemn face and bowed.

Even Bai Zicong and Li Chengze's eyes were attracted by Huang Zicheng, where did they still have the heart to listen to Liu Ziqian read poetry.

Looking at Huang Zicheng with a respectful and admiring face, as well as Situ Xing with an open arms, raising a glass and drinking, wandering like a wreck, quite like the style of Wei and Jin, Liu Ziqian couldn't help but raise a nameless fire, deliberately, Situ Punishment must be deliberate. How could it be so coincidental otherwise?

Blocking people's future is like killing their parents.

Thinking of this, Liu Ziqian's face was full of flattery, his originally arched body straightened up, and he said arrogantly:

"Who is Wudao so presumptuous, it turns out to be Brother Situ Nian. ”

"You may not know that in the same year, this Situ passed the children's examination at the age of ten, and at the age of fifteen, he was a well-known talent. Can you use the wine in your hand as the theme and write a poem on the spot. ”

Situ Xing's eyes couldn't help narrowing, it seemed that he was holding Situ very high, but it was actually a kind of killing.

But he didn't know the man who spoke, let alone intersect. How could there be such deep hostility.

"Who is this person?"

Situ Xing turned his head to look at Huang Zicheng and asked in some surprise.

Liu Ziqian's smug face couldn't help but stiffen, and instantly turned red in the eyes of everyone's ridicule, as if he had suffered a huge humiliation.