The morning sun rises.

The sunlight shone through the leaves, turning them into golden flecks of light.

The Jiyun Poetry Club is held every three years, and the venue is a place called Bowang Villa, a hundred miles away from Jian'an City.

And the owner of the villa is one of the three great Confucians of Jiyun Academy.

Shi Zizheng.

This person is very fond of poetry, but unlike the other two great Confucians, although he is a great Confucian of Jiyun Academy, he does not often stay in the academy, and he does not have any protégés.

There are more than 300 people in the entire academy, except for Murong Qing, who is the dean's protégé, the rest of the Confucian students worship under the other two great Confucian sects.

Today.

There are already a lot of talented people gathered in the villa.

For them, it is a good opportunity to compose poems and show their style, or to come here for sightseeing and exchange, and make friends.

Even Murong Qing also attaches great importance to the poetry club.

After all, this was the first thing she did after leaving the academy, and it had an absolute relationship with her cultivation of Haoran Qi!

If you want to become a four-grade Confucian student, the most important thing is whether you can teach these students of Mingyi Hall to be famous!

Cao Wei's appearance made her very happy.

But now.

In the entire Mingyi Hall, only Cao Wei was absent, and the other people basically came here to see the world, and they were not as good as those talents from all over the world, and even the prisoners of the other six halls were much better than them!

There's no hope at all to be eye-catching.

"So this is Bowang Villa!"

Those classmates of Mingyitang looked at the surrounding scenery and were amazed.

Murong Qing glanced at the people behind her, her face full of sorrow.

After his discovery, except for the student named He Miqing, who was a little steady, it seemed that the others did not have any talent for poetry.

She paused and said to everyone: "You can visit at will today, go back to the accommodation just arranged at night, remember to pay attention to safety, tomorrow I will take He Miqing to participate in the poetry meeting, and you can just go sightseeing in the corridor at that time." ”

Everyone gave their hands one after another: "Students keep it in mind." ”

Murong Qing bowed slightly, and then his eyes fell on Guo Jia and He Miqing: "Everyone go separately, Guo Jia and He Miqing come with me." ”

Guo Jia was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly followed Murong Qing with He Miqing.

The three of them walked to the corridor, and Murong Qing turned around and looked at Guo Jia: "What is Cao Wei's situation now?" ”

"Brother Wei, he ......"

Guo Jia hesitated slightly, thought about it and said, "Brother Wei should be here!" ”

"Hey......"

Murong Qing let out a long sigh and said, "Actually, I just heard the news, this poetry meeting, Uncle Shi actually wants to accept disciples this year, if Cao Wei doesn't come, it's a pity!" ”

"Accept disciples? It means that Brother Wei has a chance to enter the academy? ”

Guo Jia knew that Cao Wei wanted to enter the academy, and now that he heard that there was an opportunity, the whole person was also excited, and hurriedly said: "No, sir, I have to go back and tell Brother Wei the news first, Brother Wei will definitely come!" ”

"Forget it."

Murong Qing was slightly disappointed in his expression: "I already told him yesterday that as long as he is admitted to the top prize, he will also have this opportunity, but he himself is not doing his job, and since he is not prepared, the chance of being favored by this poetry is also very small!" ”

In her opinion.

Cao Wei now seems to be giving up on himself.

Obviously, the poem is good, and with a little preparation, it is not impossible to worship under Shi Zizheng's door!

And about the matter of taking the top prize, she also saw that Cao Wei didn't seem to have much confidence.

Why exactly?

"Sir, actually, ......"

Guo Jia swallowed his saliva: "Actually, Mr. misunderstood Brother Wei, Brother Wei is not such a person, he must have some difficulties, that's why he is like this!" ”

When the words fell, He Miqing, who was standing beside Guo Jia and had always been silent, also nodded slowly:

"I think so too."

When Murong Qing heard this, he looked at He Miqing: "Although I don't know how you compose poems, I think you are different from them, you should be a stable person, I will teach you something later, and I will try to participate in it tomorrow." ”

"Evening teaching?"

Guo Jia glanced at He Miqing, as if he was facing a great enemy.

In his heart, Murong Qing should teach his brother Wei alone, how could he let this dull kid take advantage?

But before he could speak, Wang Yuan's voice suddenly sounded.

"Sir, I, Wang, am also the inmate of Mingyi Hall, has Mr. forgotten me?"

The three of them looked at Wang Yuan in unison, Wang Yuan was wearing a white robe at the moment, with a faintly visible moire pattern, especially the collar was embroidered with gold wire, all showing his nobility.

It is the same as the nature of the prison students, and this is the exclusive costume of the Confucian students of the college.

Murong Qing frowned slightly: "Wang Yuan, as a Confucian student of the academy, you should participate in the poetry meeting as a Confucian student, what does this have to do with my Mingyi Hall?" ”

Wang Yuan smiled instead: "Qing'er, if I participate in the poetry meeting as my fiancé, what should I do?" ”

"Shameless!"

Guo Jia stood up in an instant, pointed at Wang Yuan and scolded: "You are just taking advantage of Brother Wei's absence to bully Mr., if Brother Wei is here, he will definitely scold you for a bloody blood!" ”

Wang Yuan snorted coldly: "What if Cao Wei is here? However, a son of a poor family, in the Guozi Prison, he may still be able to speak according to the rules, but outside the Guozi Prison, what is he Cao Wei?! ”

"Wang Yuan!"

Murong Qing couldn't help but be angry, and then said: "You don't want to talk nonsense, that's just my father's joke, I have never had any feelings for you, and please don't call yourself this identity in the future!" ”

Wang Yuan clenched his hands into fists: "The words of the matchmaker, the life of the parents." Lord Murong and my father are married, and King Yue testifies, how can it be a joke? By the time of the next year, you will be my Wang Yuan's wife. ”

"No way, it's up to me to decide what I'm going to do!"

Murong Qing's face was angry, and she turned around directly, without even looking at Wang Yuan.

"Sir, you ......"

Guo Jia looked at Wang Yuan viciously: "You have repeatedly bullied Mr., wait for me to call Brother Wei, you are good-looking!" ”

"Hehe, just Cao Wei?"

Wang Yuan sneered: "I'm afraid that this person is only afraid that he won't be able to do it, so he deliberately avoided it, right?" What is there to fear from such a person? ”

Guo Jia looked at He Miqing, who was always silent beside him, and asked, "Brother He, it was that dog who was taught by my brother Wei in front of our Mingyi Hall school, it seems that this is Wang Yuan, right?" ”

"Guo Jia, you!"

Wang Yuan suddenly became annoyed and angry, and said angrily: "Okay, well, even a person like you dares to be so disrespectful to me now, I will make you pay the price sooner or later!" ”

He waved his sleeves and turned to leave.

Guo Jia also touched his nose, and his face was quite unconvinced: "If Brother Wei is here, it will definitely scold you and cry!" ”

Let's talk about it.

He looked at He Miqing beside him: "Brother He, why don't you say a word to him?" ”

When He Miqing heard this, he still didn't answer, but turned around and left the corridor directly.

"Weird."

Guo Jia scratched the back of his head, but then he thought of what Murong Qing said, as well as this Wang Yuan's arrogant appearance, and he was quite unhappy in his heart.

He walked up to Murong Qing and comforted:

"Sir, don't be angry, I'm going to go back to Jian'an City, even if I tie it up this time, I have to tie up Brother Wei!"

"I'm not angry."

Murong Qing shook his head, and then couldn't help but sigh:

"I didn't prepare in advance, even if he came, I'm afraid it would be ......"

Seeing this, Guo Jia hurriedly said: "Sir, the matter is man-made, I believe that Brother Wei's strength will definitely be valued by the Great Confucian!" ”

The words fell, and Guo Jia also left the corridor and rushed towards the outside of the villa.

Murong Qing hurriedly shouted to him: "Wait, I still have something for you to tell Cao Wei!" ”

"What's the matter?" Guo Jia asked rhetorically.

Murong Qing looked around, and then said softly: "Regarding this poetry meeting, there is actually a proposition, if you see him, you must prepare him!" ”

"And this kind of thing!"

Guo Jia's eyes lit up: "Sir, say it quickly, I will definitely let Brother Wei get ready!" ”

Meanwhile.

A hundred miles away, inside the Guozi Prison.

Cao Wei looked at the empty school building and fell into deep thought.

"Are they all already gone?"

In order to prepare food and drink for Li Ruolan, he was busy for a long time, until now he has time to return to Guozijian.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the Guozi Prison was empty, and even the other classes were not familiar.

"Hey, it looks like I'm going to have to ask someone where this poem will ......."

Thinking of this, Cao Wei turned around and walked in the direction of Lord Xu's study.

Just at this time.

I saw a familiar figure standing not far in front of him, and when the man turned around, he found that this person was the official who had given him the shirt when he had signed up.

Later, I learned that this was the Guozi Supervisor, Yang Huai.

"Lord Yang!" Cao Wei walked forward quickly and saluted.

"Oh? It turned out to be Cao Huiyuan! Yang Huai was surprised: "Hey, you didn't go to the poetry meeting?" ”

"I have been infected with the wind chill for the past two days, and it is just right, so I ......"

"I see."

Yang Huai bowed slightly, and then said: "They have already gone to Bowang Villa, a hundred miles from the south of the city!" ”

"Still going out of town?"

Cao Wei was a little stunned: "Lord Yang, did everyone go to the poetry meeting?" ”

"Yes, I will also go tomorrow, and Lord Murong, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, is also invited, and I will also go to participate in the poetry meeting tomorrow, if you go, you can go with me tomorrow, after all, there have been many demons recently, and even something has happened in the city, so it is a little dangerous for you to go alone."

"That's what the students mean, thank you so much!" Cao Wei hugged his fists and thanked him.

Yang Huai smiled: "It's okay, you are the hope of this cold door, if you don't go to see it, it's a pity, even if you can't compare to them, you can see the world, maybe you have a chance to be mentioned by the great Confucian." ”

Cao Wei smiled and said, "I hope so, it seems that Lord Yang also has a lot of stories." ”

"Yang is just like you, struggling out of the cold door, but I was not as good as Cao Huiyuan at the beginning, if the palace test is maintained, where can I be compared to this little eunuch?"

"Your Excellency, then the student will go back first, and I will wait for your adult here tomorrow."

"Okay."

Yang Huai nodded, and Cao Wei was also ready to leave this place.

However, at this time, he seemed to remember another big thing, and hurriedly turned around, Yang Huai did not go far at the moment.

He hurriedly shouted: "Lord Yang, please stay, I wonder if the student can get two more sets of shan?" ”