When these three words of Wu Shizhen came out, the hall suddenly fell silent, and then suddenly became lively.

His recent reputation is really prominent, and he has vaguely been a grandmaster in the literary world and the first scholar in the country.

Everyone also admires him very much, and now he sees a real person, a personable young man.

All the people stood up, rushed forward, and couldn't help but bow their hands: "It turns out that you are Wu Shizhen who is famous in the capital, your song of the willow bank and the waning moon is really wonderful, and it really makes people think about it, and there is such a voice that can't help but echo in their ears." ”

"Shizhen, Shizhen, according to me, your first attempt to cross the Yellow River will be the best when the snow is full. Bold and unrestrained, simple and vigorous, a swan song for the ages! ”

"Such a poem, ordinary people can write one, this life is enough. But I didn't want to, Shizhen actually made ten songs in a month, what a fairy descended to earth! ”

They are all people who came to the capital to catch the exam, and they are the elite of the cultural circles of the Ming Dynasty. Wu Jie naturally politely returned the salute and said with a smile: "Miss Caiyun has something to say to Wu Jie, and she has to delay some time. Wu Jie can only go in first, please understand. ”

"Shizhen is the author of the poems of the Caiyun girl, is there a scholar in the sea, if you want to go in, who dares not to let you?"

Suddenly, someone exclaimed: "Wu Shizhen came to see Miss Caiyun today, but there is a new poem to compose." Shizhen, hurry up, let me wait for a sneak peek! ”

"Yes, yes, Shizhen, don't let me down!"

Someone frustrated his head: "It's not good, it's not good, Shizhen has new poems and new words, if it can be matched with Caiyun girl's singing voice, pipa, Yiyi girl's Dongxiao, and the old man's huqin, wouldn't it be beautiful?" Let's let Shizhen see Miss Caiyun first. ”

"Yes, yes, yes."

Everyone echoed for a while: "Let's wait here, wait for Shizhen's new poems and new words!" ”

With so many people, one person and one sentence, there is no way to answer.

Wu Jie could only arch his hand again, smiled slightly, and turned around and walked inside.

The people still did not sit down, but stood there and talked excitedly.

"Today is luck, I saw Wu Shizhen, the holy hand of poetry, this time I came to Beijing, even if I can't get into Jinshi, I didn't come in vain."

Suddenly, someone sighed: "With Wu Shizhen here, will Miss Caiyun still see us?" In my opinion, there is no need to wait any longer, it is better to go back. ”

"yes, what are we waiting here for?" Many people nodded secretly.

One sneered: "I said that your brothers are also vulgar, Wu Shizhen must have poems published today, isn't it worth waiting?" ”

"That's right!"

And all the people came to their senses and applauded.

The chatter of the scholars in the hall continued until the night fell.

Wu Jiejing really walked into Caiyun's house, and the third child was standing very consciously under the corridor outside the door.

Caiyun stayed up late yesterday, slept all day, just got up, wearing a white fox fur, looking a little lazy. is holding a cup of lotus seed soup and eating it in small bites with a silver spoon.

Seeing Wu Jie coming in, Caiyun was busy putting the soup and instructed Yiyi: "Yiyi, put a few plates of delicate side dishes, and then carefully sift a pot of the good wine I bought from Yuedi for Mr. Wu to taste."

As Caiyun spoke, he picked up the lotus seed soup again, and naturally took a small bite again.

She still has a somewhat lazy look on her face, but there is a charm in her bones that is difficult to describe in words.

I haven't seen her for a while, and this woman has become even more beautiful.

This woman can write poetry and paint, and she is down-to-earth and generous, and she has a strong lethal power against men in this era.

Wu Jie looked at her with a smile from the side, refusing to take his eyes off. It's just pure appreciation, and it has nothing to do with the love between men and women! "Don't be busy, I'm just coming to see you, and then I'm going to be busy for a while, but I can't come to see you." After speaking, he walked to the desk, lifted Caiyun's fly-headed small script, glued ink, and slowly wrote on a pink note.

Caiyun: "Yes, it's the New Year." He walked to Wu Jie's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

Yiyi also leaned over and stretched out her head to look at Wu Jie's paper.

"In addition to the Chinese New Year, I also have to review my homework and participate in the spring festival of the coming year. If you win, you have to wait for the will of the imperial court. Wu Jie's writing hand is still steady.

"Yes, sir is always to be famous. With your talent, you will definitely be on the top of the high school list, and when the time comes, the imperial court will definitely be entrusted with a heavy task and go down to the local government to be a county magistrate. The last time I said goodbye to my husband in Chengdu, I also reunited with my husband after half a year. If this happens, the mountains and rivers are long, and I don't know when I will be able to meet you again? ”

Indeed, according to the imperial examination system of the Ming Dynasty, if Wu Jie was a jinshi, he would definitely be on the ground to be a few magistrates. At that time, the sea will be ups and downs, and I don't know when I will be able to return to the capital.

Caiyun's expression darkened when she thought of this.

Yiyi next to her also changed her face greatly, but there were tears in her eyes.

They didn't know that Wu Jie was in the top three this time and went directly to the Hanlin Academy.

If you can't get into the top three, even if you get the position of magistrate, it can be regarded as a failure.

As a close minister of the Son of Heaven, he naturally will not leave the central and vital places.

This Beijing cannot be left.

Wu Jie didn't say anything, picked up the pen and slowly recorded a song of Song Qi's "Magnolia": "The scholars outside are still waiting to hear Caiyun sing Wu Jie's new words, but they can't let them down." ”

Dongcheng gradually felt that the scenery was good, and the wrinkles and ripples welcomed the guests. The green poplar smoke is light and cold, and the red apricot branches are in spring.

Floating hatred and entertainment are less, and willing to love the daughter and smile lightly. Persuade the sun to hold wine for the king, and leave the evening light among the flowers.

Then gently resting the pen on the pen holder, it is about to walk towards the door.

Caiyun's eyes were wet, and he said in a trembling voice: "Floating hatred and entertainment are less, and I am willing to love my daughter and smile lightly." In that case, why don't you stay here and say...... Don't go. ”

Wu Jie laughed lightly: "You and I know each other, maybe we were old people in our previous lives." Being a person in another life, it is fate to be able to meet again. What about Fengyue, just be a faint gentleman's friend, don't ruin that friendship. ”

Caiyun nodded and smiled: "At that time, the bright moon was there, and I once returned to Caiyun." I don't know the thousands of clouds in the sky, but the bright moon is only one round of you, Mr. Caiyun understands. ”

But Yiyi had already choked up quietly, the Qinglou woman knows thousands of people, and there will always be a time to be separated from others. At this moment, she suddenly knew what it meant to be free from sorrow and what it meant to be unable to let go.

This matter has nothing to do with Fengyue, for Wu Jie, there is only friendship between him and Caiyun.

Everyone has a different path, and everyone needs to go on their own.

retains a sense of affection in his heart, but it is like breaking him.

Just as he was about to wave his sleeves and leave, there was a sudden commotion in the courtyard.

A scholar was shouting and scolding: "You people are so rude, Miss Caiyun is talking to Mr. Wu, what are you bothering about?" ”

"Evil shape, bad scenery, don't go quickly!"

Even the third child shouted: "What person, retreat!" ”

Listening to the noise, there were at least a dozen people in the courtyard.

At this time, a young man's voice sneered: "What Mr. Wu, I am also Mr. Wu, why can't I see Caiyun?" ”

Wu Jie was a little familiar when he heard this voice, and he was curious, and when he looked up, he was stunned: What a coincidence! (To be continued, this text is provided.) ）