The main house of the pavilion is the place where the wine is sacrificed.

Outside the window, the summer cicadas are noisy and endless, and the time inside the window is quiet, only the sound of robes rustling and the occasional slight coughing.

In fact, there are several people sitting in the room. In addition to Song Mu and Wu Pu, there are five doctors of the Five Classics, ten teaching assistants, and five Xuezheng.

Three or two people have a table, and the north, south, east and west are full of seats.

Feng Shunyu and Cui Zhongxian stood side by side in the center, both handsome young men, one calm and steady, and the other brilliant.

The test paper of the quarterly exam has been passed around, and it returned to Song Mu's table for sacrificial wine, he flipped through the paper in his hand, looked up at the two of them carefully, and really made a mistake in his heart.

I think of last month's comments on the articles of several supervisors.

He especially remembered that Cui Zhongxian was criticized for his exemplary article, which seemed to be a metaphor but not enough to say, and he was good at icing on the cake. Really incisive!

Feng Shunyu's article Lord Shen had never criticized, and he still felt strange, but he fully understood it at this time.

I really don't know how to criticize, I should have the true biography of Mr. Fang Xigu, a great Confucian, and the strengths and weaknesses are very distinct.

The strengths are that he is proficient in the scriptures, and the righteousness of the system is halal and elegant, and he has both theory and law, which is the rule of art; The disadvantage is that the work is too thoughtful and rigorous, and it can't arouse the resonance of people's thoughts, but this is not the standard for judging the splendid article, and it is ridiculous and generous to point out this reason.

"You have read the test papers, and who do you think of these two can be promoted to the Intermediate Hall?" Song Mu picked up the tea bowl and swept everyone's faces with sharp eyes.

There are those who are afraid of Cui Zhongxian's background, pointing at him to choose, Liu Haiqiao is so angry that his face is red, and he is messing around with nonsense, Shun Yu's literati are rare in the world. Someone taunted with needles and needles, and they all fanned your beloved disciple, can it be good!

Liu Haiqiao pulled the man's sleeve to beat, and Wu Pu, the secretary, scolded the gentleman for not moving his mouth, which was really insulting.

There are even more wavering annoyances, and bluntly said that let the supervisor Shen choose the election, and he will refer to whomever he wants.

Song Mu ate a bowl of tea to the shallow bottom, but seeing the controversy in the hall and the endless noise, he didn't come to a conclusion, and was frowning and wanting to blame, when he suddenly saw that in the sleeve cage of the doctor Guan Qinglin, he accidentally slipped out of the Sichuan fan and fell to the ground, and suddenly had an idea.

He coughed his throat, and when he saw that everyone was quiet, he looked at Feng Cui's second supervisor and said slowly: "I promised that if you two can rank excellent in the quarterly examination, you will choose one of the better ones to enter the intermediate second hall." The test papers have been circulated and judged by the instructors, and because they have their own preferences, it is really difficult to distinguish between the two of you. I have a way in my heart, why don't you two compete in the hall here, and the winner will be the winner, can you dare? ”

Shun Yu's jaw agreed, and Cui Zhong asked with a smile: "I don't know what questions Mr. wants to test us?" ”

Song Mu asked Dr. Guan to hand him the Sichuan fan and pinch it for the two of them, and after a while, he ordered: "You two will praise this Sichuan fan, there is no limit to poetry and music, whoever makes a strange and clever rhyme, novel and graceful, will win." Then he turned to Shunyu and said: "Nian Cui Zhongxian came from Goryeo, and I am the state of etiquette, so I should let him come first." ”

Shun Yu replied yes, taking a step back.

Liu Haiqiao is not happy, seize the opportunity, preconceived old-school ideas are not a joke.

But there is nothing to do, only to glare at Shun Yu resentfully, this honest boy!

It's all this time, what kind of etiquette is the state, and what kind of laush is humility!

Cui Zhong is not polite, the fan is open and gathered and closed repeatedly, this kind of folded folding fan from Goryeo tribute, because it is thin and light, and can be folded into the sleeve, it quickly spread in our dynasty, you see in the small market street, where there is a fan shop, there must be a folding fan shop to find.

He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes for a moment, then smiled, shook the folding fan quite chicly, and chanted: "A few strands of Xiangjiang keel are thin, cleverly churning, stacked into Xiangbo wrinkles. The golden threads are small and the flowers and grass are buckets, and the green strips are more concentric buckles. The bead curtain of the golden palace is idle and eternity, holding the breeze, and temporarily enjoying the bosom. Suddenly, he heard the propaganda must be played urgently, and gently retreated into the sleeves of Xiangluo. “

When the words fell, all the instructors praised it, and even Liu Haiqiao couldn't find fault with it, Cui Zhongxian explained the materials and styles made of this fan word, and the golden wisp fan painting, etc., and even pulled the emperor in, how can you say that the poems he made are not good!

Song Mu liked it very much, but he didn't show it, he only looked at Shunyu and said, "Cui Sheng is finished, Feng Shunyu is your turn." “

Cui Zhongxian's face was pale, and he handed the folding fan in his hand to Shun Yu, his expression seemed to be smiling, and he said "concede" leisurely.

Shun Yu took the fan noncommittally, and secretly wondered how to deal with it, Cui Zhongxian's word "Butterfly Love Flower" amazed the four, if he also responded with poetry, I am afraid that he will fall behind.

She thought about it and made up her mind, so she waved at Song Mu, and said loudly: "Cui Sheng's words are so affectionate, if I am ashamed of myself, I want to do the opposite." “

"What should Feng Sheng say about this?" Song Mu was very surprised, with a rather interested look, and the rest of the instructors also listened with their ears pricked up, and there was no sound for a while.

Shun Yu continued: "Mr. said that there is no limit to poetry and music, and the students immediately thought that the popular tune song in the alley is called Hanging Branch. Generally, seven sentences and forty-one words, can be lined with words, flat rhyme, the tune is spicy and distinct, the slang atmosphere is strong, and does not ask the north and south, does not ask men and women, does not ask the old and young, everyone learns and likes to listen to it. ”

She paused: "The student wants to use this simplicity and vulgarity to show great affection for Cui Sheng." ”

"Good apprentice!" Liu Haiqiao listened to her and praised her, which caused everyone to grin crookedly.

Shun Yu stretched the folding fan open, pursed his lips while looking at it, and said: "This Sichuan fan has a red bone, a golden nail hinge, and a golden sprinkled surface, and I will sing it separately with hanging branches." “

Then he pointed to a red bone: "Fan, I see that your bones are handsome, you can grind, you can cover up, put away as you like, and swaying and swaying!" “

Another pointed to the golden nail hinge: "The fan is fluttering, you are so uncertain, I want to detain you, and I will nail you down." “

Then he pointed to Jin Sprinkle and read: "Brother Pretty Guy, you have sold all kinds of pretty, white sweat towels, palm bamboo fans, incense sleeves are caged, a few words of Kunshan tune, who does not envy you, clever and more abundant, is that blessed gentleman, you are used very well." “

Shun Yu finished speaking, handed the fan to the doctor, Guan Qinglin took it, and praised her kindly: "You have made this hanging branch very well, only to find that you have this fan, it is really blessed." “

Everyone laughed, although they are all Confucian people in the Guozi Prison, they are used to being elegant on weekdays, but at first glance they heard this freshly composed tune, but they felt that it was very charming.

Cui Zhong smiled, looking at the handsome little scholar beside him who was only up to his shoulder, he didn't take him seriously, but he was careless and underestimated the enemy, she was so deeply hidden, not worse than him, perhaps, he was not as good as her.

After another noisy argument, Song Mu patted the ringing wood on the table, and he already had a judgment.

Shun Yu's expression was dazed, and his heart rose to his throat.