Song Hui stepped aside, pulled a soldier, lowered his voice, and said, "Go, hurry up and hurry to the Gongyuan immediately, and let the sons who organized the poetry and literature meeting come here immediately to participate in Gui Moxuan's poetry and literature meeting, and say that Lord Qi Lusi is also here." ”

The soldier turned around to leave, Song Hui thought about it for a while, and immediately said: "Remember a few of that topic, go back and tell them, let them discuss it first, don't come here and lose people." ”

After all, the soldier was also from the Ministry of Rites, although he was not a showman, he would not be illiterate, turned around and silently recited the question a few times, and hurriedly jumped on his horse and galloped away.

Song Hui glanced back, Qi Lusi behind him was still raising his head, listening to everyone's poems, and didn't seem to pay attention to his side, so he put his mind at ease, grabbed a few other soldiers, and commanded again.

Song Hui went for a quarter of an hour before he touched his head and came back.

"Master Qi, I asked thirty or forty people before and after, but none of them knew who this young man was. Song Hui said to Qi Lu.

"Oh?" Qi Lusi raised his eyebrows.

"I have already ordered my subordinates to investigate, and the results will be available in half an hour at most......," Song Hui paused and said, "Lord Qi, we ...... today."

"Let's read on for now. Qi Lusi felt that he could understand the situation of the entire Zaitianfu better here than going to the Gongyuan Academy, and his task was to recruit more talents for the Celestial Empire, and he also had the right and obligation to adjust the form and scale of the examination according to the form of the Zaitianfu, so that more talents who met the standards could be included in the system of the Celestial Empire.

And this poetry meeting undoubtedly provided him with such an opportunity.

Almost all of the people present were going to participate in this big course, and they didn't know that their future examiner was on the scene, and if they did, they would definitely go crazy.

And the person who knew this point was coming from the Gongyuan at this time.

Yesterday, when Song Hui learned that Lord Qi was going to inspect the Gongyuan today, he quietly informed several princes of Zaitianfu.

The laws of the Celestial Empire are strict, except for a very small number of high-ranking officials and nobles with hereditary power, even if they are relatively high-ranking officials, their heirs must pass the imperial examination if they want to enter the official career, although their own power can provide a lot of convenience for future generations, but the entry step must be entered.

Many officials in Zaiten's Mansion loved and hated Qi Lusi's arrival, and what they loved was that if their children behaved well, they could directly reach the heavens, which would be of great benefit to future development. What they hate is that because of the arrival of Qi Lusi, the space available for them to operate is much smaller, and the requirements for their own talents and talents are even higher.

And Song Hui, as the person in charge of the Department of Celebrants, naturally took on a lot of heavy responsibilities, and he didn't dare to slack off, after all, many colleagues were looking at him, and yesterday he asked these children to prepare a poetry meeting overnight, in order to Qi Lu's outdated thinking, take a look at it along the way, and leave a good impression.

At this moment, his plans are all disrupted, but thinking about it, it is better to show his face than not to show his face at all.

He asked the soldiers to inform those sons of the topic, naturally they were to be ready first and then come over, none of these sons had a few talented staff, but they had a lot of advantages over the people from the wild roads here.

Gui Moxuan's poetry will start in the morning, and after an hour, more and more people will accumulate, whether they are planning to participate in the big school or coming to join in the fun, they all come from all directions.

And many vendors also smelled the smell, and suddenly there were many people selling food, drinking, and fruits, and it was very lively.

An old man with a rolled trouser leg passed by with a burden, and saw how lively there were people here, so he put down his burden, but he was a vegetable seller, cabbage, cauliflower, water spinach, and only a few carrots could barely be eaten as fruits, but they were also stained with mud, and no one bought them. He looked up from the side, smacking his tobacco pouch, hesitating whether to leave or stay.

In the bamboo basket on the side of the burden, there was a sudden movement, and a small head came out of it, but it was his little grandson, who fell asleep in the bamboo basket, and only then woke up.

The little grandson is three or four years old, with a small pigtail, and a red rope tied to the braid, a little face is flushed, and there is a little mud.

"Awake?" the old man lovingly stretched out his hand to wipe the mud off the little grandson's face, and the little grandson stared at the two big eyes and looked at it with a purr, "Grandpa, where is this?

"They're in Sai Shiwen...... the old man touched his grandson's head, "Xiao Bao is good, grandpa, I work hard to earn money, so that Xiao Bao can study when he is older, and he can also come to Sai Shiwen......"

Where does Xiaobao care about his grandfather's ambitions? His attention has been diverted by the vendor next to him who is shaking a rattle and carrying a sugar gourd.

"Little treasure is greedy?" the old man touched the little one's head, he didn't eat in the morning, he was purring alone, he touched his pocket, and there was not a copper plate......

"Grandpa?" Xiaobao turned his head, two big glasses looked at his grandfather expectantly, the old man's hand was slowly withdrawn from his arms, Xiaobao seemed to know that his grandfather had no money, and shook his head with a smile: "Don't be greedy, Xiaobao is not greedy, sugar gourds are not delicious." ”

The old man's eyes suddenly became a little hot, he looked at the literati who were drinking and reciting poems, and then looked at the mountains of silver nudes, and suddenly had an inexplicable impulse.

"Little Bao, stay here and don't run around, do you know what to do?" the old man turned his head and ordered the little grandson sitting on the burden, took a deep breath, and stood up.

After standing up, he hesitated again, but looked back at his little grandson's saliva, plucked up his courage again, walked to the place where he received the number, closed his eyes, and shouted at the top of his voice: "I also want a number, I call it Ti Erzhu." ”

Ti is a common surname in Zaiten's mansion, a surname produced by the intermarriage between Han people and ethnic minorities, this old man is just an ordinary peddler at first glance, he shouted like this, and everyone looked sideways, and some people said in disgust: "Why do you come here?"

The old man didn't dare to answer, so he just laughed with him: "I just want to try, can I make a silver naked son to buy sugar gourds for my little grandson to eat." ”

"Just you, don't be disgusted here!" the gentleman stretched out his hand to push, but the old man did not dare to resist, and was pushed backwards.

"Old man, your number plate, put it away!" The big man in charge of distributing the number plate was unbiased, stretched out his hand to stop the gentleman, and handed over a number plate, and the old man happily took it and walked to the nearest platform.

"Old man, old man!" suddenly came from above, and the old man looked up suspiciously, and found that it was indeed calling him.

"This way, this side is simpler. Zi Baifeng pointed to the platform he had boarded.

"Really, don't lie to me, this boy. The old man will be skeptical.

He also heard the poem that this son did just now, but he didn't understand a sentence, and the text was extremely high, in his opinion, as long as he didn't understand it, it was naturally good.

"Of course I don't lie to you, I just heard them read ......" Zi Baifeng smiled, he is now cultivating to a high level, and once the realm is expanded, how will the entire poem escape his ears and eyes? Before these people come to power, they will recite their poems to relatives and friends a few times, asking for some opinions, Zi Baifeng listens to them one by one, and naturally knows which side of the Dao is the weakest.

In fact, whether it was Qi Lusi or the conversation between the old man and his grandson, he listened to it in his ears.

Hearing the conversation between the old man and his grandson, Zi Baifeng couldn't help but recall the wandering years with Zijian.

Those days were long gone, but he still couldn't see such a scene.

When you see it, your eyes are going to be red.

Along with the old man was a scholar who looked to be in his thirties and had a pitted face, he glanced at the old man and said with some dissatisfaction: "This kind of person can also participate?"

"The sage said that there is no class in teaching, and the poetry society is also open to everyone. "Although the host of the big man looks like five big and three thick, he is actually a member of the sub clan, where is the fuel-efficient lamp?" He smiled slightly, and said: "Childe is talented, who is the opponent, it has no effect on Childe, right?"

The scholar didn't want to say anything more, but after a little hesitation, he read out a poem, and then said to the old man, "It's your turn." ”

The old man was a little cramped, and he naturally couldn't understand a word of the poem read by the scholar beside him, he lowered his head and saw that the little grandson was standing on his burden, standing on tiptoe and looking at himself.

He suddenly regretted it, it's really nothing to make a fool of himself on weekdays, but he doesn't want to make a fool of himself in front of his little grandson.

But already standing here, he has no way out.

"It's a deep well, with two wooden barrels hanging on it, and the well is pitch black, and the moon shines on a bucket. The old man stumbled and recited a limerick poem.

As soon as this crude and vulgar verse was read, it immediately caused a burst of laughter, and Qi Lusi also laughed, shaking his head with a smile.

"This old man is really interesting. Song Hui was also laughing.

"Okay!" There was a loud cheer from above, and Zi Baifeng clapped his hands and was applauding loudly.

Several other people from the Dangui Five Tigers were also on the platform, Qi Hanshan and Xing Qulang were a little staggered, at the level below, and Chi Yanbai, Chi Yanzi, and Yan Xiaolei had already gone to the third layer, and they were at the same level as Zi Baifeng.

A few people in the upper echelons applauded, and many scholars below were also confused, is there anything profound about this verse?

"It's a good month to shine a bucket of light. Zi Baifeng said loudly, "Playing water in the middle of the night, it's not water, it's a bucket of moonlight, it's a good artistic conception, it's a good understanding, this old man is so literate, old man, you should go to the university!"

As soon as I said this, everyone began to taste the products again, and sure enough, I thought it was quite poetic.

But the man next to him suddenly stopped and said loudly: "This is not a poem at all." ”

"Really good poems are all appreciated by both the elegant and the vulgar, and who wouldn't resonate with some profound words. Old man, I have fetched water, you have such a poem, I will go back today and try to draw a bucket of water in the middle of the night!" Zibai said.

"Elegance and vulgarity? This can be called elegance and vulgarity?" the gentleman was very unconvinced.

I have a poem here, you can listen to it: the bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground, raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown. ”

It is not unreasonable that this simple and straightforward verse has been sung for thousands of years.

"I have another sentence here, the desert is lonely, the sun sets on the long river, is this vulgar or not?" Zi Baifeng asked again.

The scholar opened his mouth and stammered, and only after a while did he say: "This son, you are very literate, and your words are naturally vulgar and elegant, but what are you, son, this old ......"

"This is a bad statement, no one has said it, only literati can write poetry. Zibai said, "I think this old man's poems are good, but this son's poems are also good, how about advancing together?"

There was a commotion below, and the old man snorted: "Old man, I don't have to advance...... I just want a silver naked boy to buy sugar gourds for my grandson to eat......"

In the crowd, Qi Lusi gently stroked his beard and nodded.

The first three sentences of this old man's poems are vulgar, and the last sentence of this is a bucket of moonlight, but it is particularly meaningful, and when the quilt is said by Bai Feng, he wants to try it in the middle of the night.

In the dark deep well, the moon can't shine to the end, but when the bucket of water is lifted from the well, it gradually shines on the moonlight, isn't it a bucket of moonlight?

Qi Lusi couldn't help but talk about the madness of youth, and said loudly: "This old man's verses are better, I think he should be promoted!"

But no one listened to him here, he just shouted, venting his thoughts, after shouting, he saw Song Hui's expression beside him, and immediately shook his head and smiled.

What an eight-faced and exquisite character Song Hui is? He saw that Qi Lusi was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly said loudly: "The old man is promoted! The old man is promoted!"

As soon as he shouted like this, several soldiers around him shouted loudly, and it gradually became a wave.

Since Zi Baifeng has spoken, the person in charge of hosting naturally invited the old man and the scholar to the stage, and the old man stood on the stage, and his smiling teeth were exposed.

Xiaobao shouted and jumped on the flat shoulder: "That's my grandfather, my grandfather!"

Although he was small and light, he couldn't stand him jumping like this, and he fell off the flat shoulder with a bang, but he was caught steadily.

The pillar picked him up with both hands, put him around his neck, turned back and smiled at the old man, the old man smiled gratefully, but he didn't dare to leave his eyes, for fear of some bad person.

"Uncle, uncle, that's my grandfather!" Xiaobao waved his hands and said to the pillar, he was not afraid of life.

"Old man, please have another match with this gentleman, if you win, you can go up to the second floor. The person in charge over there said to the old man.

"My old man will know this one, and I won't read it if I have more. This son, I'm really sorry, I'm going to make you suffer. The old man looked up, the top is a silver ingot, and the bottom is a silver naked, naturally it is different, the old man reluctantly glanced at it, but he didn't dare to be greedy, grabbed his head and said: "I just ...... I just want to make a silver naked son and sell sugar gourds to my grandson. ”

"Old man, you take it. And the presiding man gave him a silver nude, and said.

The old man thanked him for his kindness, turned around and planned to go down.

"Old man!" Zi Baifeng shouted from above: "This is also on!"

He reached out and took one from the pile of silver ingots beside him and threw it to the old man.

The old man subconsciously caught it, his eyes widened, and said, "This son, you ......"

"My reward. Zi Baifeng pointed to his nose, "I will abstain from this game, and I will play again after receiving the number plate, buy a few more skewers for your grandson, and then buy two big meat buns." ”

The old man snorted, not knowing what to say, almost burst into tears, wiped his eyes and stepped down.

"This young man, so talented, kind-hearted. Qi Lusi sighed.

"Yes. Song Hui said, but what he was thinking in his heart was that this young man would not deliberately arrange this play, and he planned to show his face in front of everyone.

But he didn't dare to show it.

The old man grinned, returned to his vegetable stall, and thanked the pillar again and again.

After a while, Zi Wu walked out with a few ingots of silver, walked in front of the old man, and said, "Old man, I see that your dish is good, it just so happens that we have to cook at noon, and there are still a few dishes missing, how can this cabbage be sold?"

In a few words, he bought all the old man's dishes, and left two carrots to press the bottom of the basket for the old man.

The old man picked up the burden, and Xiaobao stood in the basket, holding a string of sugar gourds in one hand, and went happily.

Zi Wu watched their grandfather and grandson gradually walk away, and involuntarily showed a smile of remembrance.

The hard times of the past are long gone, and now she can open such a Gui Moxuan and hold such a poetry meeting, but what she cherishes the most will always be the days of suffering in her heart.

It doesn't matter if you can't go back, I hope that everyone in this world can only reminisce about the suffering in their memories.

I don't know when the Dao will be, the Ying Long Sect's Spirit Gathering Array will affect the Zaitianfu, and I hope that this grandson will not be affected too much.

"Mother. Zi Baifeng walked to Zi Wu's side and called out in a low voice.

Zi Baifeng no longer has the memory of his own mother, in his opinion, Zi Wu is his mother, Zi Wu smiled slightly, and grabbed Zi Baifeng's generous palm.

This father and son are so reliable, so kind, and so convincing.

It's not in vain that she became a member of the sub-family.

"Why did you come down casually?" Zi Wu thought so, but he reached out and knocked Zi Baifeng on the head, "Why don't you go up again?" If you can't go up, see how I punish you." ”

Zi Baifeng stuck out his tongue, turned around and ran to get the number again.

"Let's go. Qi Lusi stood for a while, but what he recalled in his heart was the elegant and vulgar words of Zi Baifeng just now, as well as the few poems recited by Zi Baifeng, and he suddenly felt that he had gained more today than he imagined.

It doesn't seem to make sense to stay here any longer.

"Let's go, I think there's another talented man over there, very literate. "Of course Song Hui doesn't want to leave now, his sons haven't arrived yet.

He stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of Hu Caijun.

"On the one hand, this gentleman is mean. Qi Lu thought.

"Lord Qi, don't judge people by their appearance. Song Hui said with a smile.