The three of them walked out of the inn together, it was too early to go, naturally they would not go now, they invited a few classmates in other inns, and took advantage of the weather to go out of the city to the suburbs to enjoy the scenery, four or five people walked slowly to look at the scenery, and five or six hired servants followed behind with food boxes, Jiang Hao had a good experience of the feeling of a literati and ink writer.

It wasn't until the sun turned west that Jiang Hao and others returned, returned to the inn and changed into new clothes to go to the cultural meeting, the restaurant where the cultural meeting was held was not far from the golden jade hall, and it was there after turning the street.

Although this restaurant is not as luxurious as the golden and jade full house, it also has a somewhat elegant style, and the gold and black border on the door reads "Natural Residence".

There were a few people dressed as scholars in front of the natural residence who were talking and laughing, Jiang Hao and the three of them didn't look much and walked straight in, and as soon as they entered the door, a guy greeted them, bowed down and asked with a smile: "The three sons are here to participate in this cultural meeting?"

Liu Shu nodded without saying a word, took out the invitation and handed it over, the guy took it and led Jiang Hao and the others to the third floor.

The entire third floor has been separated by a screen, and the furnishings are quite cleverly placed to block out the cool night breeze without obstructing the view of the guests, and a dozen tables are connected in the middle, and a few side dishes have been placed on the table.

At this time, there were already six or seven children who participated in the college examination seated, Jiang Hao found a position with the broadest vision and was not conspicuous, and took Zhang Jin and Liu Shu into the seats.

After taking a seat, Jiang Hao found that there was a good fortune in this natural residence, and there was a small garden behind the restaurant, the lights in the garden were lit up like day, among which a hundred flowers were vibrant, and the fresh fragrance of flowers could be smelled on the third floor.

Jiang Hao ate side dishes and looked at the children seated and didn't speak, but it wasn't that he was unsociable, but that the literati had been light since ancient times, and he didn't know those people, so he naturally wouldn't be bored.

It didn't take long for the scholar dressed as a boy to provoke Zhang Jin and Liu Shu in the Jinyu Hall before, and he didn't know if he didn't see Zhang Jin and Liu Shu, so he took the four scholars and walked straight towards the son on the table without looking.

Zhang Jin and Liu Shu saw that the man's face suddenly turned pale, and they even put down their chopsticks, losing the slightest appetite.

Jiang Hao looked at the son quietly, he didn't recognize it before he didn't look closely, but now he seems to have some impression of the original owner of the son.

The scholar dressed as this son is the son of a big family in Jinhua Mansion, named Pang Ming, although he does not have much literary talent, but he likes to humiliate others at the literary meeting to make a name for himself, and he looks down on the scholar in the small county town the most.

The other son, the original owner didn't have any impression, he didn't seem to be from Jinhua Mansion, and he didn't know what the purpose of coming here was during the college exam, Jiang Hao secretly mentioned it in his heart.

After a while, the people who came to participate in the meeting were already seated, and the fragrant delicacies were also on the table, Jiang Hao took a cursory look at the four or five big dishes on each table, all of which were mountain delicacies, and couldn't help but sigh to himself.

Just at the time of the meal, Jiang Hao was not polite, picked up the chopsticks and ate it.

After a few bites, there was a commotion downstairs, and listening to the sound, I knew that the owner of the Wenhui was coming.

Jiang Hao took a look, and the first person who walked in was a middle-aged man wearing a lifting uniform and a beard, and there were a few people following behind him, this lifting person was in his thirties, and his appearance was mediocre, the only thing special was the clear and deep eyes, which made people shudder after a long look.

Just with an inquiring eye, the person reacted, Jiang Hao didn't have time to turn his eyes, so he had to continue eating with an indifferent face.

Jiang Hao's heart shook violently, and his heart was thoughtful, this person knew the original owner, named Huo Zhenye, the word Hongyuan, it was a person who was admitted ten years ago, and then he tried many times and then stopped thinking about living in Jinhua Mansion.

In the memory of the original owner, this Huo Zhenye was just an ordinary scholar, and he had never heard of cultivation, but he didn't expect it to feel so amazing.

While Jiang Hao was meditating, Huo Zhenye sat down slowly, chatted with all the children, drank a few glasses of wine, and the literary meeting officially kicked off.

The wine glass had just been put down, Pang Ming stood up and made a compilation, and said, "If you don't have a talent, you will dare to be the one who throws bricks and leads the jade." ”

Jiang Hao couldn't help but glance at it when he heard this, this Pang Ming is a clever person, there are more than a dozen children on the third floor, if there is no amazing talent, only the first can attract attention.

Pang Ming immediately wrote a poem, although it is not a masterpiece, but it is not bad, I think it is also looking for someone to catch a knife, with Pang Ming's leadership, the rest of the people also got up and sang loudly, and the chanting was endless for a while.

At this time, a person stood up and diverted everyone's attention, the boy was dressed up, wearing an embroidered white shirt, with an emerald jade pendant at his waist, and his posture was calm and chic, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Jiang Hao looked up and saw that it was the unknown son just now, and asked Zhang Jin in a low voice: "Brother Zhang, who is this son?" It doesn't look like a person from my Jinhua Mansion. ”

Zhang Jin smiled proudly when he heard this, and introduced Jiang Hao: "Brother Jiang, you can ask the right person! Not many people know the name of this person, if it weren't for that bastard, I wouldn't have inquired." This son's name is Huo Tianqing, he is a relative of Huo Juren, and I don't know what the reason is, so he came to Jinhua from other places to participate in the hospital examination. ”

"Foreign?" Jiang Hao lowered his head and was silent, the timing of Huo Tianqing's arrival was a bit coincidental, something happened to many scholars in Jinhua Mansion, and it was too late for others to hide, but he just came, and Huo Zhenye was not as simple as it seemed.

Perhaps the breakthrough lies in these two people.

After a few more people got up one after another to sing poems, Huo Zhenye commented a few words, and saw that no one here had gotten up, so he casually drafted the topic and passed it down.

It didn't take long for the question to reach Jiang Hao, asking for a poem with the theme of spring, of course, it can be done or not, and there is no hard requirement.

Jiang Hao was not interested in becoming famous, so he copied a poem at random and handed it to the guy who was waiting on the side, and then looked at Huo Tianqing with his spare eyes.

The two people sitting together were still meditating, and the children present were not all intelligent people, only a few people wrote with a pen after thinking for a while, for example, Huo Tianqing was one of them.

Zhang Jin and Liu Shu couldn't think about it for a long time, so they had to sigh and put down the pen, and saw the appearance of Pang Ming scratching his ears and cheeks not far away, and suddenly laughed.

At this time, he suddenly heard that someone in front of him called his name, Jiang Hao got up and stepped forward, only to see Huo Zhenye holding three poems on the table, and Huo Tianqing was standing in front of the table listening to the comments.

Jiang Hao smiled a little speechlessly, it turned out that in ancient times, there was also this money to invite a navy, and he did not hesitate to step forward, and at this time, another person also came to the table.

Huo Zhenye commented on Huo Tianqing's poems, and commented on the poems of other children one by one according to the ranking, although they were not as detailed as Huo Tianqing, but they were also quite pertinent.