Coming out of Wen Tongzhi, Wu Jie only felt that his vest was wet for a while, and he touched it with his hand and touched his sweat.

He let out a long sigh of relief, it was important not to collide with Du Fu.

A while ago, Mozi bought a lot of money for himself, including a volume of "Sui and Wei Poetry Anthology", which was compiled by Zhu Xi, a master of science in the Wei Dynasty, but there was no name of Du Fu in it.

Otherwise, with Du Shaoling's great talent, it is impossible for his works not to be favored by Old Master Zhu and compiled into the collection.

Of course, the rumor that a poem he made at the poetry meeting was written by Miss Tang still annoyed Wu Jie, and he didn't know who released it. Although the rumors stop at the wise, the reputation of eating soft rice on the back is still a little depressing.

If you want to dispel this rumor, you can only copy a few more famous poems in the future to make your name.

There's nothing to worry about at all, the only thing I hate is that it's not been a few days since the house test, and the matter of protecting people hasn't been implemented yet, so I have to think of some way.

Wen Tongzhi is impossible there, and now that the rumors have not been eliminated, he will go to find other readers, but he is afraid that in the eyes of the world, he is also a copyist, and no one is willing to guarantee it.

I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't have a clue. After walking for two miles, the scenery in front of me gradually changed greatly.

But he saw a small meandering river flowing in front of him, and the banks of the river were planted with willows. It is late spring, the willow leaves are luxuriant, the wind blows, the willow silk dances with the wind, caressing the spring water, and the whole small river is sparkling.

Both sides of the shore are red walls and blue tiles, and the courtyard of deep houses is very different from the crowded and narrow area around the red wall.

Pulled passers-by to ask, only to know that this place is called Pulp Washing Street, which used to be a dyeing industry, and the boss sold this piece after going bankrupt. Later, because there are rivers and scenery here, it gradually became a gathering place for rich and noble families in Sichuan Province.

It is also because the wealth of a province is gathered here, and the entertainment industry is also extremely developed, with Qinglou Chu Pavilion everywhere, and more painting boats floating down the river, and the sound of pipa is constantly coming: "...... I remember the first time I saw Xiaofeng, and the two hearts were Luo Yi. The lutea strings say that acacia ......"

A man who was carrying water at a well on the side of the street also straightened his throat and sang: "At that time, the bright moon was there, and I had returned from the clouds." ”

Wu Jie was slightly stunned, only to remember that this was his own work, and when there was really well water, Wu Ci was sung, and it was inevitable that he was a little proud.

"Excuse me, is there a restaurant nearby?" It had already passed the meal, and Wu Jie's body was weak, so he didn't feel a little resistant, so he stopped the man who was fetching water, and gave it up again and again.

"Eat, yes." The man pointed to the painting boat in the river and said with a smile: "It's expensive, as far as the boat is concerned, it's the boat of the Caiyun girl, and ordinary people don't dare to go at all if they don't carry dozens of taels of silver." However, if you have Wu Shizhen's talent, you don't need to spend a penny. ”

"I'm not going there, and I'm not going to do it for free." Wu Jie smiled bitterly, "Forget it, let's find another place." ”

I asked for the path, and I knew that I was just walking with my head down, but I went in the opposite direction, and I needed to turn back and face east.

Just a few steps away, I saw Wen Tongzhi's disciple rushing over: "Mr. Shizhen, Wu Shizhen, I finally found you." ”

"Wu Shizhen, you are Wu Shizhen!" The man who fetched the water screamed in surprise.

Walking through two streets with Namenzi and killing two bowls of bacon and pea rice in a food shop, Wu Jie felt much more comfortable. Looking up, there was a slight westward slope.

I didn't expect it to be delayed for so long, and I didn't know what the moth was worried about in the inn.

He was eating at one end, and at the other end, Menzi had finished saying what Master Wen had brought.

Wu Jie swallowed the last bite of food and looked up at Menzi: "So, I can't pass this government test?" ”

Menzi sighed and said, "Mr. Shizhen, I personally believe in you. That word of poetry is not something that a woman can write at all. Even Lord Wen was puzzled and half-believed this rumor. But we believe that what is the use of you, the key is still with the prefect, who directly holds your future. The prefect's surname is Lin Mingbi, but he is not from Jinshi. Probably for this reason, Lord Lin usually likes poetry the most. I heard people say that after your poem spread to Chengdu, the prefect said that the night Russian chant, full of praise, and when people met, they said, "Wu Festival poems, the weather is vast, and the pavilion is like a pine on the mountain". But as soon as the plagiarism rumors came out, the prefect was so angry that he shouted three times, 'villain, villain'. ”

Seeing that Wu Jie's face turned blue, Menzi said again: "The prefect said that as long as he is the prefect in Chengdu for a day, that villain will ...... Wu Jie, don't even think about passing the government test. ”

"Shizhen, I believe in you." Menzi repeated this sentence again, and continued to sigh: "Master Wen said, the merits are like a fog, and I can't understand it. But because of this, the future was delayed, but it is a pity. You might as well go to the prefect and clarify in person. ”

"Thank you, sir." Wu Jie stood up and arched his hand: "Please advise." ”

Menzi hurriedly replied: "The prefect's younger brother came from his hometown to visit relatives, in order to catch the wind for his younger brother, Lord Lin specially held a banquet in Jinjiang Wangjiang Tower, and invited all the dignitaries and nobles of Chengdu Mansion and the scholars with meritorious names to get together. Shizhen might as well go there and ask for a meeting. ”

"Okay, Wu Jie is over and I will leave."

Separated from Menzi and hired a sedan chair, Wu Jie hurriedly went to the direction of Wangjiang Tower.

Wangjiang Tower is located in the east of Chengdu, and it takes some time to travel through the entire city of Chengdu from Pulp Wash Street.

Along the way, Wu Jie thought about it. The rumors of plagiarism must have come from the Tang family, needless to say about the divorce of his wife last time, and the refusal to enter the Tang family to study this time can be said to have offended them severely. So much so that the Tang family resorted to such vicious methods, when Miss Tang did write a poem manuscript for me, let me copy it directly.

Now, the yellow mud has fallen into the crotch of his pants, and it's not but either.

The government test is very informal, and whether you can pass or not can be said to be a matter of the prefect's words.

But now the prefect has said that as long as he is in office for one day, I Wu Jie will not think about passing the test.

Therefore, it is necessary to convince the prefect that the word of that poem was not copied.

This matter is also simple, isn't Governor Lin going to hold a banquet? The literati will definitely chant poems during the banquet, and I will copy a few quatrains through the ages when the time comes.

This kind of improvisational poem, and it is impossible to know the title in advance. As long as I can shake the audience, my suspicion will be cleared.

Thinking of this, Wu Jie's heart became lighter.

But things were not as simple as he imagined, and when he arrived at Wangjiang Tower, things changed again.

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