Chen Chucai didn't know that Jin Yanxi was thinking so much, but he admired this guy's shit luck and good fortune, and said with a smile: "The Feiman Department has been in the city for many days, why don't you see the third prince come to visit, is it because you are afraid of the sudden beauty?"

Jin Yanxi's expression has recovered as before, he clenched his fists and looked around, with a straight face: "There is a major event that is about to inform you, Yanxi entered the Tao with Confucianism and practiced wholeheartedly, and now he is stuck in the bottleneck of Jiuge Wensheng, thinking that it is because he has too little experience in entering the WTO, so he plans to go to the area of Yun'an City, and study for three or five years to increase his knowledge, and his personal marriage will not be considered for the time being." ”

Saying these words, Jin Yanxi exhaled a long breath, as if he had unloaded the big stone in his heart, and said: "Of course, Gu Yun is a promise of a thousand gold! Yanxi Confucianism and Taoism cultivate the heart, since he can't be that kind of person who makes a promise, if the princess of the Feiman Department is willing to wait in Lancang County, there will be an explanation on the day when Yanxi breaks through the customs and returns." ”

Chen Chucai already understood the joint at this moment, Jin Yanxi's words were not only to pass on to all his colleagues, but also to pass the word to Lu Man'er through himself.

I couldn't help but take a closer look at his person, and it can be seen that the boy seems to be thin, but there is a sacred and inviolable aura around his body, which is a pure heroic aura, which is much purer than the blue-shirted fat man before!

The world of high martial arts is really wonderful, read a few poetry books and fiddle with a few lines of text, you can enter the Tao with Confucianism and increase your physical cultivation?

It's just a pity that the flower-like green princess.

What a beautiful and lovely son, for the survival of the tribe did not hesitate to sacrifice his life to marry, a flower was sent to the door, but people did not appreciate it at all, and the result turned out to be ....... If you are willing to wait, you will wait........

The second generation of officials in the high-martial arts world is also very powerful!

Phew......... May there be a rich and powerful house in the world, and a son born to him........ It's only half a chick.

The reborn boy scolded secretly, only hating his own weakness, if he had the ability to turn the tide and save the flying barbarians from fire and water, Lao Tzu would go to embrace the green barbarian and put a high and firm little hat on this kid for you.........

And on the many elegant seats in Guiyuan, there was a voice of praise-

"Brother Yanxi is really determined, and he is really a model for my generation!"

"The third prince is a true and even sincere person, but he doesn't dislike the vulgar family background of the barbarians, and promises to have an explanation?"

"Hmph........ Brother Jin is the hope of the Lancang County literary circle, he is respected as a saint by Confucianism and Taoism, and the Taoist companion he seeks must be a literary woman who can recite poems and touch the qin, how can he be delayed by a wild and rough woman!"

For a while, there were different opinions, like the torrent of opening the floodgates, and there was an unstoppable trend.

"Ahem........ After the gossip, let's get to the point. On the wine, the princes have a proud work also showed, the old man replaced the tea with wine, just to read a thing or two from it. ”

The person who spoke was the white-haired Mr. Gao, a scholar who had already ranked among the second-order Confucian scholars, and was the head of the Lancang County Mansion, but he was a drunkard.

Although the old man spoke humbly, he was self-sustaining in order to guide the younger generations to advance late, so he was able to say a word, and the noise quickly quieted down.

There was silence for a moment, and no one took the lead, Mr. Gao couldn't help but be disappointed, poured the wine bowl violently, and asked, "Is there no one?"

At this time, the young man with a scorched yellow face stood up from a table in the corner and said with a smile: "Zhang Kuanjiu looks up to Mr. Gao's demeanor, and the day before yesterday was inspired by the wine, and he occasionally got four lines of poetry, please Mr. axe." ”

This person is the son of the garrison of Lancang County, the literary quality is not high but he loves to be vassal, and his biggest advantage is that he is thick-skinned, and he is not ashamed to ask questions, so he has made progress from time to time.

Zhang Kuan saw that the old man Haoshou bowed slightly, his face suddenly became meaningful, he took out a paper roll and spread it out, picked up a large bowl of tea and dried it in one mouthful, and chanted loudly: "One bowl, two bowls, three or four bowls, five bowls, six bowls, seven or eight bowls......"

Ouch...... It's really Sven down to the ground!

A young man sitting on the table on the right side of the tea couldn't help choking out a puddle of saliva with a "poof", and more scholars hurriedly covered their mouths with their hands, desperately holding back the sneer.

Although Jin Yanxi's face was calm, he was secretly sighing: "Brother Zhang is a rude commodity after all, and he has less than half a can of ink in his stomach, and he will only laugh in vain when he swings it." ”

Zhang Kuan had no scruples, he was still in high spirits, picked up a big bowl of tea as wine, poured a sip, and continued to chant: "Drunk lying on the battlefield looking up to the sky, only the Lancang Qinghe and mountains can be seen. ”

"Hmm......... Not bad!"

In the midst of a deep groan, the chief sitting Gao Fuzi stretched his brows, waved his hand, and motioned for Zhang Kuan to present the poem.

One bowl, two bowls, three or four bowls,

Five bowls, six bowls, seven or eight bowls,

Drunk lying on the battlefield looking up to the sky,

Only see the Lancang Qinghe Mountain.

Mr. Gao held the paper scroll in his hand, recited it aloud, and then commented: "Simple, unpretentious, ingenious, swallowing rivers and mountains! The little brother of the Zhang family has made a lot of progress this time, and is expected to enter the four pavilion scholars." ”

"Thank you, Master Gao, for sure!"

Zhang Kuan's face was ecstatic, his expression was even more proud, he stood beside the chief and refused to leave, and said with a smile: "I have heard that the young man of Yanxi is quick and quick-witted, and his export is a chapter, why not use wine as the theme and a poem, which can also make the younger brother complement each other." ”

The old man stroked his white beard and said with a smile: "This proposal is good! ”

Jin Yanxi groaned slightly, that is, he stood up, it was indeed a jade tree in the wind, a good handsome son, Lang Lang opened his mouth:

Wine is fragrant with cinnamon,

The jade bowl is filled with amber light,

Drink straight to the flowery moon,

drunken return,

I met Liu Ling in a dreamland.

When he landed, all the elegant seats in Guiyuan were quiet, and everyone was trying their best to figure out the meaning and realm of the poems of the third prince.

I have to say that this poem is Jin Yanxi's hand, and it is even more profound in response to the situation, which is the rare state of emptiness pursued by Confucianism, and the last sentence "Wine fairy into a dream" and the finishing touch, without Mr. Gao's judgment, compared with Zhang Kuan's poems, there is obviously a difference.

Jin Yanxi made a move, which made some eager scholars hide it immediately, they knew that the poems and texts brought by the show at this moment would obviously be embarrassing.

The lively atmosphere on the scene fell silent again.

This made Zhang Kuan even more proud, and he shouted again: "Since the third prince said that the barbarian boy is not low, why not let him write a poem on the spot, so that you can weigh it." ”

At this moment, Chen Chucai was pouring tea with his head down, he was not interested in writing poems on the field, but he didn't want to be underestimated, so he didn't leave early, and he was too lazy to take care of Zhang Kuan's proposal.

And the fat man in the blue robe who had eaten deflated a while ago couldn't help but sneer when he saw that Chen Chucai didn't respond: "It's not easy for the Western Barbarians to read and write, what kind of poetry can they understand? Sing a few words of aphrodisiac slang, find a few village girls to get along, and you can make do with it!"

"Fuck your shit!"

Chen Chucai couldn't sit still anymore, stood up and scolded: "I'm afraid it's your mother, who likes the tone of the wilderness the most." ”

The fat man in the blue robe seems to have an elegant mouth, but in fact, he scolds people without dirty words, which completely angered the young man who was immersed in drinking tea, and he didn't care about the elegant environment of Guiyuan, and he directly burst into anger.

.............