"Don't talk nonsense, the imperial examination has always been clear, if whoever is admitted to the big champion is whoever is it, then what do you want me to do for reference?"

"Then before the exam, I asked someone to recommend the paper, and I didn't have a name during the exam, so it was Qingming?"

"You dare to question the prince of the imperial examination, you can do it!"

"Hmph, shame and company!"

"That's not going to get out yet!"

After speaking, the two were about to pinch each other and be pulled away by everyone.

Then there was humanity:

"Why do you think you must be the son of a high-ranking lord? Maybe it's a poor kid, but I don't know! ”

"Cut! Coming less, from a small family background, the follow-up gap is slowly expanding, like a chasm, and it is difficult for the poor to come out of the wings. ”

"Brother Tai, don't say that, don't you look at that Zhang for the people, aren't you still full of confidence? Ha ha... You say yes, Zhang Weimin, tell me, who do you think Champion Lang will be? ”

Zhang Weimin stood quietly in the crowd, his expression was indifferent, listening to the ridicule of the Jinyi students on the side, his face did not change in the slightest, and his tone was firm.

"Me!"

As soon as Zhang Weimin's voice fell, there were bursts of undisguised disdain, ridicule and ridicule from the crowd.

"There is no phoenix in the local chicken!"

The young man in Chinese costume shook his head and said.

"Let's go!" Zhao Wujiang's face was full of majesty, and his voice was cold.

As soon as the man in the Chinese costume slapped the folding fan, he was about to sneer at each other, when he saw Zhao Wujiang coming, he was frightened in his heart, and hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted:

"See Lord Zhao!"

Zhao Wujiang ignored it and went straight to the bottom of the east wall.

The Ministry of Rites Shangshu held the bright yellow silk cloth and followed behind him.

Everyone saluted, and many beautiful and bright girls exclaimed.

"It's Lord Zhao, Lord Zhao is here, he is so handsome."

"Yes, yes, if you want me to say, he is the champion."

"He is full of talent, he doesn't need to participate in the imperial examination at all, and he can be famous all over the world... He's really, too rich and jade. ”

“……”

"But the Ministry of Rites Shangshu looks so old......"

Praise him, praise him, step on a handful, and bring the official with him...... The Ministry of Rites Shangshu raised his eyebrows, shook his head helplessly, he spread out the bright yellow silk cloth, and said loudly:

"This official, by holy order, read out the new champion!"

The crowd held their breath.

Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites cleared his throat: "In the sixth year of Yonghui, the champion of the imperial examination: Zhang Weimin!" ”

……

As the Ministry of Rites Shangshu said the name of the champion, all the talented and beautiful women burst out in exclamations.

They didn't expect that the champion would really fall into the hands of the poor people.

Seeing the situation, some people changed their faces one after another, and kept congratulating Zhang Weimin.

Zhang Weimin's eyes widened, although he was firm and confident, but when he learned that he was really the champion, his heart was still surging.

"Humph!"

The young man in Chinese clothes who had just spoken and mocked Zhang Weimin looked at everyone's flattering looks, his eyes were full of jealousy, he slapped the folding fan, and said coldly:

"It's just a moment of good luck, what if he suddenly gains power, with his family background, he looks like an idiot, and he has no backing in the court, and in the end he will inevitably end up dismal. Even if he enrolls in the department today, it can't erase the humility of his birth! ”

"You! What are you......" A student was about to fight for Zhang Weimin, but he was grabbed by someone, and whispered in his ear: "Shen Yan, he is Taifu's beloved son." ”

"The past is not enough to boast of!"

Zhao Wujiang spoke loudly, like a spring breeze.

Everyone looked for the voice, and heard Zhao Wujiang composing a poem:

"In the past, it was not enough to boast, but now there is no end to debauchery.

The spring breeze is proud, and you can see all the Chang'an flowers in one day. ”

Zhao Wujiang put his hands behind his back and looked at Zhang Weimin, who used poetry to relieve Zhang Weimin.

"This poem was written by this official today! It's called "Dengke Day Gift Zhang Weimin". ”

Hiss————

Everyone savored this poem, and the audience was shocked and envious!

Lord Zhao personally gave a poem to the new champion!

"Lord Zhao's poem, the meaning of the first half of the sentence should be to inform Zhang Weimin that the poverty and hardship in the past are no longer worth mentioning, and the day of the title of today's gold list is full of energy."

"Lord Zhao is so literate!"

"The next sentence is to guide Zhang Weimin, who should ride a horse in the mighty spring breeze of the city, and enjoy the famous flowers of Chang'an within one day!"

Hearing everyone's analysis, how could Zhang Weimin, who was a party involved, not know.

He looked at Zhao Wujiang's smiling face in a daze, and he read Zhao Wujiang's encouragement and exhortation to him in the poem.

Lord Zhao, this is so that I don't have to care about my past, not to be influenced by others, and to be a person who is always high-spirited and enthusiastic!

Lord Zhao, be my teacher!

Zhang Weimin had a lot of thoughts in his heart, and he bowed to Zhao Wujiang.

"No courtesy."

Zhao Wujiang's expression was majestic, and his tone was serious:

"This official will send you two more sentences.

The first sentence, but do good deeds without asking about the future.

The second sentence was also given to the official by the official's eldest brother Wang Yifang, and today the official will give it to you again:

Our generation of scholars, we should do great things! ”