Obviously, this Mao Shixue's father's face is really strong, and even Qian County Ling has to give him this face.

Hearing him say this, Qian Xianling was not angry, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, this scholar, just follow what you say." I'm going to ask Lord Fu Yin and Professor to give me a review. ”

Ning Caichen secretly said in his heart: This wine is full, and if you drink it again, you will be out of the world. Since this Confucian banquet has become a literary style, it is not interesting to stay any longer, it is better to go out for a walk and wake up the wine smell of this body.

I didn't write a word today, and looking at Mao Shixue's appearance, it seems that he is very confident in the verses he wrote. Isn't it uncomfortable for me to keep here to see his praise and self-praise?

wiped his face and stood up, and was about to leave, Mao Shixue's gaze swept and fell on him: "Tanhualang, your poem manuscript has not been handed in yet, why don't I ask the professor of Fuxue to wait for you for a while, and I will also look at Tanhualang's means of turning your poem into a poem in seven steps?"

Hearing this, the scholars in the entire flower hall looked at it at the same time. Even Qian County Ling stopped, and saw that Ning Caichen was full of alcohol, his face was oily, and there were stains on his clothes, his eyebrows were suddenly twisted, and his face was quite unkind.

Ning Caichen smiled calmly, as if he didn't have the slightest shame: "Ning Caichen is only a shallow learner, and he can't write a word." ”

"Haha, Tanhualang, I heard that your writing is extraordinary, and you are the second in this college examination, and we are honored to be literati. I didn't know that you didn't have half of your style. How can you participate in this grand gathering of literati? If you don't go back quickly, you will be relieved of your fame, so as not to make people laugh. Mao Shixue laughed happily, and tried his best to ridicule him, obviously a lord who would repay him.

"It turns out that he is Ning Caichen!" someone whispered, "But I heard that he is extraordinary, and he is a righteous song that will be sung through the ages." ”

"Oh! You don't know this, it is said that this "Song of Righteousness" was not written by him, but by Mr. Zhuge Wolong. This old gentleman is the real brilliant. I don't know how he hooked up. Maybe this scientific examination was also made by this old gentleman first, and he copied it. "This person is definitely the trust arranged by Mao Shixue.

"Be careful, be careful, you can't talk nonsense!"

Whether it is fraud in the field or this Zhuge Wolong, once fortunately connected, it is definitely a big case. This is no longer a matter of contempt for the literati, but a place of death. As long as it is a person who is famous, where can he dare to continue this topic.

But he didn't know anything, but still said, "This man really has no name for himself. It's just a second copy, but he's not interested in it, and thinks that he has turned into a great talent, and he has the cheekiness to get into us, and he still has the slightest self-knowledge?

"yes, that's insulting. The dignified poetry meeting, the literati elegant collection, was originally a major cultural event in Hangzhou City, but I invited such a person to come, just like a mouse, breaking a pot of soup. There was another excuse.

Someone else shouted: "Lord Qian, Lord Professor, this person is also worthy of being called a student?

For everyone's ridicule, Ning Caichen didn't take it to heart.

Since these people are trusts, then they are the ones who take people's money and eliminate disasters from others, and there is nothing to dispute with them. What's more, if they do this, they will only annoy the officials present.

I don't know if this Mao Shixue is embarrassing me, or is it self-defeating? Anyway, I have already achieved fame, as long as I don't behave like a straw bag. No one can take me for granted.

Could it be that this Mao Shixue is an idiot? Do you really think that Lao Tzu is an imperial doctor, so he covers the sky with one hand? But think about the "my father is so-and-so" in later generations...... Sure enough, these second-generation officials are not the stupidest, only more stupid.

smiled calmly, didn't bother to talk back to them, arched his hand towards everyone, and walked straight out of the flower hall.

He wanted to leave like this, but with such a good opportunity to slap his face, where would Mao Shixue allow him to leave. As soon as he looked at him, someone blocked his way. "Tanhualang is not in a hurry to leave, even if you want to leave, please taste our poems before leaving. ”

Their actions annoyed the female relatives sitting next to Fu Yin.

"Miss, they are too much, how can they persecute Ning Gongzi so much. ”

Listening to their tones, they seemed to recognize this Ning Caichen.

The young lady said: "Ning Gongzi once said that writing poems requires a spiritual surname, which is the most exhausting. Where to do good things in a hurry. Qiu'er, you put this with him. ”

The young lady took out a sachet and handed it out. Looking at it like this, it seems that she is going to help this Ning Caichen.

Yahuan hurriedly went, but no one had arrived. This Mao Shixue thought that he had the chance to win, and proudly chanted his poems. "This year's flowers are in full bloom, and it is advisable to plant white jade pots. Only because of the light autumn color, there is nowhere to find frost marks. ”

"Good!" was the end of the chant, and some people shouted loudly. "It's a frost scar that has nowhere to be found. In the countryside, planting chrysanthemums and appreciating chrysanthemums, leisurely in the fields, a good hermit leisure. Among them, the weather is very lofty!"

This sycophant is really speechless. If you talk about Yongdai's poem, then I know that one.

"The chrysanthemum is full of wounds, your chrysanthemums have turned yellow, the chrysanthemums are full of pain, and your chrysanthemums are red and painful. ”

Speaking of this, Ning Caichen laughed so much that his stomach hurt.

At this time, Qiu'er had already come to him, carefully handed over the sachet, and whispered, "Young Master Ning, this is for you by Miss." ”

What is this?

Ning Caichen was confused.

But the ring handed over the thing, turned around and left, without stopping for a moment, and couldn't even ask if he wanted to.

When I opened the sachet, there was a note of incense with some short sentences written on it. "A cold plum, a magpie stepping on the incense, full of spring, after all, it is difficult to hide. ”

In these short sentences, add one word to each sentence to be a quatrain, and add three words to a seven-character poem. What's more important is that this young lady deliberately didn't write it all, so that even if others knew about it, they couldn't say anything.

Who is this young lady? so good-looking, and why should she help herself.

Ning Caichen was thinking. Mao Shixue proudly asked, "How is this little poem made by me." Although it is not very suitable for the occasion, it can also be sung. Do you want to make a song?"

Judging by his triumphant appearance, this poem is definitely not something he made casually. It's just that it suddenly snows that it seems wrong and can't be used.

But this is definitely a work that he racked his brains for, otherwise it would not be incorrect, and he would have to chant it.

Apparently he was extremely pleased with the poem. Deliberately groaned out of this mouth. After all, there are still many literati who become famous in this era. Everyone will only hate to throw out all their poems, and where will they hide anything.

Ning Caichen is a special case, and he can't be counted.

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