In the territory of Jianning County, Surabaya Prefecture, the Great Xia Dynasty, there are many families surnamed Yun.

But in the past five years, when it comes to the Jianning Yun family, everyone subconsciously thinks of this branch in Jiang'an County.

Because, in this once ordinary family, there was a first-class imperial concubine of the dynasty, Concubine Yun Qingzhu.

As a result, the old mansion of the Yun family in Jiang'an County has become a place where officials of all sizes in the state will make one or several trips every year.

With Concubine De becoming more and more favored and giving birth to a prince, the Yun family is even more popular, and it is difficult for the old lady of the Yun family to receive the old lady of the Yun family in person if a county order is either old or serving in Jiang'an County.

Now, as the major event of Concubine De's relatives is approaching, the Yun family is uncharacteristically closed doors, and only a very small number of people who are close to them can enter the mansion to talk.

Everyone has no opinion on this, and although keeping a low profile at this time will not be an option for most people, it is something that everyone can understand.

At this moment, the door of Yunfu is still closed.

But in the main hall of the house, Old Man Yun, who rarely appeared in leisure, was chatting with people cordially.

Old Man Yun is in his sixties, his appearance still retains the handsomeness of his youth, and his spirit is also very good, he looked at his friend next to him with a tea cup, "Brother Zicheng, I finally looked forward to you, while you are not busy, let's have a good drink these days." ”

Opposite him, there was an old Confucian wearing a small crown on his head, who stroked his long beard under his chin and said with a smile: "Brother Kangle, you are here to be in the market, and you still need to look forward to me, a sour Confucian who only knows the best and the poorest?" ”

"You and I, two idle clouds and wild cranes who don't want fame and fortune, finally talked about friendship together, but you want to say such vulgar words." Old Man Yun stretched out his hand and pointed at him, "Just based on your words, you should be fined three glasses of wine!" ”

Talking about the two old friends who have been friends for decades, laughed together.

The old Confucian is named Su Shidao, and he is a professor of state studies.

Although the grade is not high, but it is also a famous Confucian, in the early years with the old man Yun in the literary world of Mr. Guanlu to study, this friendship has been maintained until now, so compared to others are much purer, this closed door of the cloud mansion, can also be opened for him.

He slowly restrained his smile and stroked his long beard, "Now that the autumn is coming, if it weren't for Concubine De's relatives, Lord Xuezheng knew about the relationship between you and me, and made a special trip to give me a holiday, how could I come to your house to relax." ”

"Autumn Fur." Old Man Yun stopped scraping his hand at the tea foam, "Is there a talented person in this state?" ”

Su Shidao shook his head, "It's difficult! Since the death of the teacher, there is no literary champion in Surabaya Prefecture, the number of students has decreased sharply, and the literary style has become more and more unbearable. ”

Old Man Yun took a sip of tea silently, the Great Xia Dynasty attaches great importance to Wenhua, especially the imperial examination, if the official is not born in the right path of the imperial examination, he is often discriminated against, and it is difficult to reach a high position.

As an important part of the connection between the previous and the next, the admission ratio of the township examinations held by each state is often comprehensively assessed by the Ministry of Rites according to the state's population, taxes, education level, etc., plus the number of favors set by the imperial court for various considerations, which is the total number of people who can be admitted to participate in the spring festival in the state.

With the help of a group of geniuses led by Mr. Guanlu, Surabaya Prefecture has turned around the decline for many years, suppressed Yunmengzhou, and successfully obtained more admission places.

But now it has been two consecutive sessions can not compare to Yunmengzhou, if this session loses again, Surabaya Prefecture will give up the ten lifting places, and then the stronger the stronger, it will be difficult to turn over.

Old Man Yun slowly put down the teacup, "In my Jiang'an County, there is a scholar named Zeng Jimin who seems to be quite talented?" ”

Su Shidao shook his head slightly, "This son is diligent and down-to-earth, but he is not a talented person, so it should be no problem to move in the middle school, but next year's spring will depend on luck." ”

"Mr. Mingquan's great-grandson, it seems that he is known as an ancestor?"

"What others say, you still don't understand?"

Old Man Yun frowned, "So, the entire Surabaya Prefecture can only count on Zheng Tianyu this time?" ”

Speaking of this name, Su Shidao finally became a little happier, "Zheng Tianyu, as the son of Jianning Taishou Zheng Yuanwang, is impeccable in terms of family background, demeanor and talent, and it can even be said that the family background that others envy has become his most inconspicuous thing." Among the dragons and phoenixes, the talents are outstanding, and the jinshi is a matter of holding the handle. But Brother Kangle, you also know that a person is not helpful! Right now, we're all looking for talent, but it's a pity! ”

He took a sip of tea, "Brother Kangle, what other talents are there in this Jiang'an County, and you can introduce me to one or two?" ”

Old Man Yun waved his hand and smiled bitterly, "In this place, there are a lot of prodigals who eat, drink and have fun, Zeng Jimin is not in your eyes, where is there anything else!" ”

"The style of writing is no more, the style of writing is no more!" Su Shidao sighed, "Brother Kangle, how long has it been since we heard any amazing articles and poems written by talented people in the state?" ”

Old Man Yun nodded, "That's right, I haven't seen anyone write any good words for some days, and the decline of the style of writing is not only in poetry!" ”

Su Shidao shook his head and sighed bitterly, "If it is true that the quota of Surabaya Prefecture is reduced in the hands of us and others, you say, what face do I have to meet my teacher!" ”

After sighing, he quickly woke up and said with a wry smile: "Speaking of which, you and I haven't seen each other for nearly two years, why bother talking about these frustrating words, we should always talk about something pleasant." Blame me, blame me, I should be fined three glasses. ”

"Haha, it's extreme, it's extreme!" Old Man Yun smiled and nodded, and said comfortingly, "You don't have to be so worried, maybe one day a cultivator with a full stomach will emerge." ”

"You are lying nonsense, I want to expect this, it is better to hope that Zheng Tianyu will be admitted to the top one!"

"The world is impermanent, who can say for sure! At the beginning, you and my teacher, Mr. Guanlu, were not also born in cultivators. ”

"Then borrow the auspicious words of Brother Kangle! Ha ha! ”

The two laughed, but neither of them really took it seriously, just to give the momentary pleasure a reassuring reason.

Immediately, the old man Yun instructed his subordinates to prepare wine and food, and to climb the height and admire the chrysanthemums in the backyard with his old friends, and rest when he was drunk.

But at this moment, the porter hurriedly came, "Master, Feng Shanggong asks to see you." ”

Old Man Yun frowned.

Su Shidao hurriedly said: "Brother Kang Le is busy, I still have to deal with it for a few days, don't worry." ”

"Not really. This person is a person in the palace, serving by the little girl's side, and it is not good to take the lead in arranging everything on this trip. ”

"Then I'll avoid it."

"No need, Brother Zicheng will meet with me, if there is some inconvenience, you can be a few villains for me."

Su Shidao was slightly stunned, and then nodded and smiled.

The gatehouse went down, and soon, Feng Xiuyun walked in with a long box in his hand and saluted respectfully to Old Man Yun.

Old Man Yun responded indifferently but not indifferently, and then introduced Su Shidao to Feng Xiuyun.

Knowing that Su Shidao was a great Confucian in the current dynasty and a professor of state studies, Feng Xiuyun, who was used to seeing scenes in the palace, was inexplicably a little more apprehensive.

"What is the reason why Master Feng came here this time?"

Old Man Yun didn't have much patience to go around in circles, so he spoke lightly.

Feng Xiuyun hurriedly said: "The slave maid is in the palace, and she has received the grace of the mother, and this time she traveled, collected seventeen volumes of famous calligraphy, and dedicated them to the old lady to thank the mother for her grace." ”

After speaking, he held the long box in both hands and held it high.

Old Man Yun squinted slightly, although he didn't understand the situation in the palace, but he understood that the other party wanted to show favor to his daughter through himself, he thought for a while, "It's rare that you have such a mind, it just so happens that Su Daru is also here, so I will enjoy it with him, and there is no need to accept it." ”

Hearing this, Feng Xiuyun breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly handed over the box, and added, "If you encounter something that catches your eye, please accept it without hesitation." ”

Old Man Yun was noncommittal, and ordered someone to bring a table, and opened the box on the spot to appreciate it.

Picking up the first one, Old Man Yun smiled at Su Shidao, "Brother Zicheng, look, this is actually Feng Zigao's character, it's rare!" ”

As he spoke, he nodded slightly at Feng Xiuyun, "You have a heart." ”

Su Shidao leaned over and looked at it carefully, "It's a pity that Feng Zigao is either in a bad mood this article, or he knows that it was given to Brother Kangle, and there is a little more restraint between the lines, which makes this cursive script a little less wild and wanton, which is really a pity." ”

"Not bad." Old Man Yun nodded slowly, "I also have two words from Feng Zigao, and this one is indeed slightly inferior." ”

With that, he put it down and picked up the second one.

Feng Xiuyun's heart sank, and the fingers in her lower abdomen quietly stirred, uneasy.

"Oh, this is Qian Ziyou's word."

Old Man Yun picked up the second word and laughed.

"Haha, Qian Ziyou? Really. Su Shidao came over and smiled playfully, "When Qian Ziyou couldn't come in with the words in person, maybe you didn't expect his words to be presented in front of you like this one day, right?" ”

Old Man Yun waved his hand, "Those who don't know are not guilty." It doesn't matter. ”

Feng Xiuyun's heart sank to the bottom, which she regarded as the last word of hope, seemed to be the kind that was disliked by the old lady.

I'm really stealing chickens now.

Old Man Yun then flipped through a few more paintings, occasionally with a few eye-catching structures or charms, but the whole article was not enough to arouse his interest in collecting.

Listening to the comments in his ears such as "full of craftsmanship", "painting a tiger is not an anti-dog", "the structure is acceptable, but the shape is too poor", Feng Xiuyun gradually despaired, and secretly laughed at herself, afraid that she really responded to last night's sentence, and could only hope that the old lady would not take credit for her hard work and take credit for her.

However, if you can't please the old lady, what's the point of such hard work!

Feng Xiuyun's eyes were full of bitterness, and her heart was at a loss.

Just when she gave up all her illusions, she suddenly heard two voices in unison.

"Huh?"