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In the afternoon of the same day, Wang Xu participated in the Qionglin banquet as the new champion.

The Qionglin Banquet, also known as the Grace Banquet, is a celebration specially prepared by the Son of Heaven for the new scholars.

Because the location is located in the Qionglin Garden of the Imperial Palace, it has the nickname of the Qionglin Banquet, and it is the dream of thousands of students to be able to gather here in a lifetime.

Porridge in the early morning is no match for wine in the evening.

On this day, everyone was very happy, accompanied by hundreds of civil and military officials, and many people were drunk.

In this feast, there were no courtiers, no political affairs, just scholars, and that cup of elixir.

Wang Xu, as a new champion, doesn't know how many people have been drunk.

He can't remember so many names, anyway, people come to the wine and drink it, and he doesn't look at who comes.

The wine has passed three rounds, and the dishes have passed five flavors.

A scholar from Chu Di cried for some reason and sang Chu Ci and Decline Times.

When mourning, life is not as good as the ancients, and the husband is not alive!

Those who have gone in the past cannot be helped, and those who have fallen cannot be in the future.

Regret and hatred are not reckless, and love is poetry.

The night is blazing but not sleepy, and the worries are gone.

Chu Ci is sad, tactful, and majestic, and those who hear it are sad, and those who listen to it cry.

Many readers present, listening to this poem, thought of the bits and pieces of the ten-year cold window, and couldn't help but sing along.

The Manchu Dynasty civil and military forces present, listening to this Chu Ci, thought of the former young spring shirt thin, riding a horse leaning on the bridge, and when they looked back, they were drooping and old, hating the sky and not the New Year, and they also sang along.

There are no musicians, everyone knocks on the wine glasses, pats the table, and the tactful and heroic Chu Ci is accompanied by the evening breeze and is worry-free today.

The majestic Son of Heaven reclined on the dragon bed and patted his thighs.

The old-fashioned imperial history, drinking crumblingly, shaking his head and following the rhythm.

The cabinet leaders were smiling and clapping their hands, humming a tune that no one could hear.

The Manchu Dynasty is civil and military, and sings and ballads, forgetting the difference in political opinions, forgetting the same party to fight differences, maybe tomorrow when I wake up, these people are my heroes again, and his enemies, but today I don't think about him, drink, just drink.

On this day, Wang Xu remembered that he had drunk a lot, and before he could drink more, everything was over.

After all, this is not a fairy tale world, there is no valley of the four seasons of Changchun, there is no Winnie the Pooh who is always happy, there is no Tigger who does not eat meat, and there is no Pijie piggy who always gives honey to his friends.

There is a small flower in Qionglin Garden, which cannot be named, and can be seen everywhere on the roadside, which is not precious.

Wang Xu saw it when he entered the garden, and when he went out, the flowers were gone.

When asked, only famous flowers and plants were collected in Qionglin Garden, not wild flowers, and the flowers had already been picked by the attendants.

Wang Xu suddenly realized at this time, fake, everything is fake, Chu Ci is fake, harmony is fake, this Qionglin banquet is like the graduation photo we took at school when we graduated from college.

On this day, everyone left only the best side, but in fact, one step forward is dusk, and one step back is life.

The next day, the Ministry of Rites came to deliver a decree and gave Wang Xu the official position of six grades, and entered the Hanlin Academy for editing.

Hallym Academy is a place where scholars come out, and entering Hallym Academy does not necessarily mean that you can become a university scholar, but every university scholar has entered Hallym Academy.

The compilation of the Hanlin Academy, which belongs to the six official positions in the Hanlin Academy, is responsible for compiling ancient books, drafting edicts, compiling and repairing historical books, and preaching by banquet attendants, which is recognized as the easiest place to make achievements, and can obtain the reputation of repairing books and annotating them.

The Son of Heaven of the Great Wu Dynasty intends to revise the Great Wu Treasure Book, and there is no doubt that the repair of the Great Wu Treasure Book can at least pile up three or five Great Confucians.

However, Wang Xu still refused, since he woke up, he didn't want to sleep anymore, it was time to say goodbye.

Wang Xu refused the canonization, packed his bags, waved to the teacher, and got into the carriage to return home.

He went here, went into the mountains, walked the old forest, was idle with the flying crane as his companion, tired of being neighbors with small bridges and flowing water, and never returned to Beijing if he did not become a great Confucian.

Xue Mushan was stunned, he couldn't figure out why Wang Xu wanted to go, settle in the Hanlin Academy, edit the Great Wu Treasure Book, and be an official to learn, isn't it good?

Wang Xu didn't explain, and said that he couldn't be restrained, and he just wanted to be an idle cloud and a wild crane.

In fact, Wang Xu didn't want to go, but had to go.

Staying in the Hanlin Academy and compiling the Great Wu Treasure Book can make him a great Confucian.

But how many years, ten years, twenty years, thirty years, or fifty years.

The Great Wu Treasure Book is not so easy to repair, Wang Xu has his own plans, his own ideas, he doesn't want to follow the rhythm of others, he just wants to get out of his own way.

Leaving the capital and returning to Jiangnan, Wang Xu is confident that he will become a great Confucian in ten years, or even ten years.

Here he did not dare to guarantee, so he was destined to leave, to leave this vortex.

On the day Wang Xu left the city, the emperor personally sent a close attendant, also known as a eunuch, to retain him.

He didn't stay, because Wang Xu knew that if he implemented the pacification strategy now, he would not be the one in charge.

There are so many great Confucians in the court, which round of him gets one of his Jinshi to be in charge, and even once he implements the barbarian policy and prepares to use troops against the Southern Barbarians, the Confucian Temple and the sage family may come forward.

Wang Xu is not a fool, he is not here to make wedding dresses for others, he can use the barbarian strategy, but only he can use it.

The pacification of the barbarians and the suppression of the barbarians were the confidence of Wang Xu to advance to the sages after he became a great Confucian.

The gentleman hides his weapon in his body, waiting for the opportunity to move, how can such a sharp weapon be handed over to him.

Wang Xu left, he rode a fast horse, and as soon as he left the capital, he went south, the sky was high and the birds flew, and there was infinite pride in his heart.

Now that he is a Jinshi, he has a nameless golden book with him, and he is not afraid of the idle demon king.

Now, he is free, real freedom, what party struggle, what seizing the heir, what barbarian, what demon race, what six reincarnations, what Taoist gods, the mountain does not come to me, I do not go to the mountain, what can you do to me?

"Stop!"

Wang Xu rode a high-headed horse and ran for hundreds of miles in one breath, and when he stopped again, he was stopped.

He was stopped by a group of villagers, all dressed in baskets, holding wooden sticks and hoes to block the bridge, blocking the way.

"What's the situation, in broad daylight, you want to rob me?" Wang Xu rode on a horse and looked at the villagers blocking the road without fear.

There were eight more villagers guarding the bridge, and when they heard Wang Xu's words, everyone looked at each other, and the one led by the leader stood up and replied: "We are not bandits, we are the villagers of Xiaozaozhuang behind the bridge." You can't cross this road, we're asking God, and if we collide with the gods, we can't afford to bear it. ”

"God, please?"

Wang Xu paused for a moment, just now he thought of the Taoist god-making plan, but he didn't expect to encounter it so soon.

Turning over and dismounting, Wang Xu's horse was a golden car, and with a move of his hand, the golden horse suddenly turned into golden light and flew into Wang Xu's sleeve.

Seeing this scene, several villagers were startled and retreated to the bridge one after another.

Wang Xu smiled as soon as he opened his mouth, and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, I am a scholar, and this horse is changed by my poems, but I am not a monster." ”

"You're a reader?"

The strong man led by him looked at Wang Xu up and down a few times, nodded with his companion and said, "Looking at his clothes, he really looks like a master who has read books, and it shouldn't be changed by monsters." ”

The villagers looked at each other, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Xu walked to the side of the bridge, looked at the small village behind the bridge, and asked, "You just said to invite God, what kind of god was invited, how did you invite you, can you tell me about it?" ”

"It's the land god who invites you." One of the villagers replied.

"Our name is Xiaozaozhuang, the name sounds good, in fact, there are nine droughts in ten years, and there are no dealers in the field." Another villager said.

"At the Taoist temple in the town, the old hall owner told us that if we want to change this situation, we must either have a scholar and protect one party with a literary tone, or we have to invite God to sit in charge. Fortunately, we can invite a land god, according to the old man, after inviting this land god, under the protection of the land god, the grain price can be increased by at least 30%. ”

The crowd was talking in a gossiping voice, and when they said the back, there was a beating sound in the village.

Far away, I saw a Taoist priest walking in front, followed by the old women and children of the whole village, carrying a statue of a god and walking towards the bridge.

The statue was three feet tall, like an old man, holding a gourd and a cane in his hand, and smiling beautifully.

Wang Xu looked at it and smiled, isn't this the land lord.

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