What scholars seek is nothing more than fame and wealth.

The Confucian students who are really learned are like looking for a virgin in a brothel - few as stars.

In ancient times, the only way for scholars to gain fame and wealth was through the imperial examinations.

Ten years of cold window, once lifted, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.

The reason why scholars are willing to participate in this kind of poetry banquet initiated by the powerful is that they hope that the proposition of the powerful is the finale of the imperial examination.

Another purpose is that if you can make a splash at the banquet and successfully attract the attention of the powerful, your future career will be tied to the powerful, and you will lose and prosper.

This is also the wish of the court bosses.

The two sides have formed a tacit understanding, which goes without saying.

Then.

Yu Hongyi's voice sounded again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, now that the poetry meeting begins, the topic of our first round is ......"

He didn't say it directly, but clapped his hands.

Outside the courtyard walked in a tall woman, holding a wooden sign with the words "music and dance" written on it.

Dance.

As the title appeared, everyone's eyes fell on the blank paper.

There was a murmur at the bottom.

"Yu Gongzi has a level, which is in line with the theme of the dinner, and uses songs and dances as the teaching topics, which can stimulate the creative passion of the scholars."

"It's over, I'm good at idyllic."

"Alas! Who's to say it isn't? Sidelines are my forte. ”

"Hu Gongzi is safe to take the first, this is what he is best at, the words of the rhythm just now are written by him."

"Hey...... There is a shady scene, and we are still the foil that people find after all. ”

"Be quiet, why are you talking so much, aren't we here to eat and drink?"

"Hee-hee-hee......"

Then.

A woman walked up with a pipa, bowed to her, and said: "The little woman Yang Yan'er, the day before yesterday's puppet song "Picking Lotus", sang and listened to the officials, and offered it ugly. ”

The sound of the pipa sounded slowly.

"She is the leader of Mingyue Tower, and her talent is unique."

"I heard that he doesn't pick up customers anymore, and he has been prostituted for a long time by a small catcher, his grandmother."

"A martial artist, how can he be?"

"But this poem is really not bad, and it can have half of my skills."

“……”

Xu Moyan listened to the sour words and lowered his head as much as possible, he didn't expect Yang Yan'er to come.

A scholar listened intently to Yang Yan'er's natural voice, and strode towards the table.

In the astonishment of everyone, he raised his pen and dropped a poem.

Perhaps because he couldn't help himself, he threw the brush at random, threw the hair that fell on his chest behind him, took eight steps, and left the scene laughing.

"Crazy, this is!"

Someone slandered.

But for this talent, at least he is the first scholar to write poetry, not necessarily the best, but he is fast?

He was really fast—fast to slip away.

Inspiration seemed contagious, and soon, many scholars began to act.

They walked to the table and waved their handmaidens what they thought they were proud of, and they all sent them to Yu Hongyi.

The only regret today is that none of the talents of the four major academies came, only one Hu Jingxing came from Guozijian.

He is the only one on one side, and no one can compete with him.

"Does Master Hu have a masterpiece?"

Then.

A handmaid is asking.

"It's not mature yet, I'll brew another one or two."

Mu Yuan at the far end suddenly felt something, and immediately rushed to the desk and wrote a poem.

Then happily handed it to the maidservant beside him, returned to his seat, and the pillar asked, "Is it done?" ”

Mu Yuan nodded.

"Then I'll go too."

"Hmm!"

Ning Ji meditated hard, but did not understand the essentials.

It's like going to the toilet, trying hard for a long time, and then only farting.

Mu also comforted: "Don't worry, just work hard." ”

Suddenly.

Hu Gongzi walked to the table, and the eyes of the audience were attracted to it.

Zhuzi, who was originally going to write poems, couldn't help but stop, and stood behind Hu Jingxing first, he also wanted to see how the master wrote poems.

Hu Jingxing received enough attention, the corners of his mouth bent, he was silent for three breaths, lifted his pen, and left a poem.

"Miscellaneous Arts".

The art is obtained from the sky, and the music has the same name;

The road is full of cars, and the underground is yellow and Zhongcheng.

Great entrepreneurs, extremely refined materials;

Too common sense, I know to live up to it.

After writing, the brush fell on the pen mountain, elegantly exited the crowd, and sat aside to enjoy the praise of everyone.

In fact.

He's waiting.

Wait for the talent of heaven and earth to descend, triggering the long rainbow through the sun, once into the product.

His talent is good enough, but it can't cause the talent of heaven and earth to descend, and so far, Confucianism and Taoism have not entered the product.

This is one of the reasons why he is not smiling.

The worship and praise of everyone is not worthy of the recognition of heaven and earth's talents.

Yu Hongyi's voice sounded again: "Is there anything else that hasn't been written?" The time is coming. ”

After saying that, he looked around, and he saw a thick arm raised high.

"This brother, please compose a poem!"

It was the pillar that raised its hand.

Xu Moyan didn't dare to look at him, worried that he would make a tiger and wolf and become a laughing stock.

The little brother is really brave...... In my heart.

At the same time, he didn't want to write poetry.

There is too much inventory in the stomach, and it is not a normal person to produce high-quality products in three days.

Zhuzi said: "I am only a shallow learner in the lower class, and I can't do poetry, but I know a person, and I can definitely do it." ”

"Who is it?"

Everyone was looking forward to it.

Even Hu Jingxing looked sideways slightly.

Xu Moyan had an ominous premonition.

Really.

The next moment, he heard his name.

"Mr. Peng's disciple, Xu Buqi."

Only for a moment.

All eyes were attracted.

"Who is Xu Buqi?"

Yu Hongyi frowned deeply, and the doubts in his heart intensified, he had never heard of this person.

"See how you end." Hu Jingxing also heard some rumors about Xu Buqi just now, saying that he has a strong tongue and seems to be eating and drinking from a good family.

The smile on Zhuzi's face was originally Xu Moyan's, but it was transferred to Zhuzi's face.

At this time.

He had the thrill of pulling a game back.

Who made you laugh at me? I'll see how you get out of power...... The pillar cursed Xu Moyan in his heart.

Because he knew that Xu Moyan was flamboyant, like himself, he was a master of deception, and he was smarter than himself.

The psychological quality is excellent, and when he talks big, his face is not red and his heart is not beating.

I pretended to be Mr. Peng's disciple so that others could look up to me so that I could interact with them in the future.

He was good and took the opportunity to play, not only branding himself as Mr. Peng's closed disciple, but also preaching it everywhere.

Others only know Xu Buqi, but they don't know my Wang Zhuzi, how can I mix in the future?

The disadvantages of making good connections are also vividly reflected.

"Yes, yes, no, Brother Bu looks like there is a famous teacher and professor, let's make a song."

"I'm very optimistic about you, don't be restrained, brother."

"Well, Brother Noqi and Brother Wang Zhu are out of the same school, it must not be bad."

"Come on, come on!"

When the pillar heard someone praise him, he straightened up.

Yu Hongyi saw that Xu Moyan seemed to be familiar with the scholars, so he stepped forward and took the initiative to invite: "Brother Buqi, although it is the first time to meet, listening to your praise, I think Brother Buqi is very good at writing poems, so I will appreciate a poem, right?" ”

I can't excuse myself, so let's do it, get out of the way of Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is going to pretend to be X.