Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

The clothes Xie Ying prepared for him was a straight, blue-colored, straight body that looked like a national prison uniform, but the clothes were embroidered with brocade clouds and palace lanterns of the same color, so that the lights reflected different brilliance. .

That clothes is actually very good for him. It's not the style of his newly made white clothes, but the clothes he usually wears, which are wide and loose, easy to move and not cumbersome. He wanted to ask why Xie Ying had his size, and suddenly remembered that he had worn Xie Ying’s old clothes several times when he went to Xie’s mansion, and he also brought a bag back, and asked someone to collect his clothes several times. ...

Didn't the Xie family remember his size at that time? Brother Xie is so sweet!

He carried the lantern up and down and took pictures of his clothes, his eyes curled up with a smile, and a treacherous air was squeezed out of his face that was so upright, and he couldn't hide his excitement and pride. His shirt was wet, and he didn't wear it at all. Together with the snow-white coat made by himself, he formed a ball together and stuffed it into the baggage.

Xie Ying blocked the cool breeze from the lake, looked at his smooth arms when he raised his hand, frowned and asked if he was cold, where to stay at night, and said that he would be sent back to the room.

Cui Xie changed into new clothes, and Xie Ying didn't refuse his confession. If he rounded it up, it would count as a boyfriend. Why would he be willing to just go back to the room? He still hates being able to ostentatiously, even if it's hard to get their friends to run into each other, at least he has to go around two more places where no one else is?

He stroked his sleeves and said, "The clothes are not thin. I am also a person who exercises every day. I have strong firepower. Let's play more. I usually have to thank my brother for business. I also have to go to school. It's a rare opportunity to come out like this—— "

Xie Ying suddenly straightened her body and looked at the garden, and whispered: "Someone is coming."

What are they afraid of when someone comes, and they are not doing anything! Cui Xie frankly, straightened his waist and looked over there. Sure enough, after seeing the shadow of the tree, he distinguished a vague figure. He carried a lantern in his hand and walked slowly towards this side with a food container.

When I walked closer, I could see that the man was a fellow Zhang from Qian'an who followed Cui Yuan and the treasurer of Ji. When he saw them, he smiled eagerly and said: "I just heard the people in the garden say that the son brought friends here. While resting, the young one asked someone to prepare some hot tea and snacks to bring. In the evening, the water was cool and the son and the official ate something to warm up."

Cui Xie closed his sleeves and nodded: "You just need to put your things in the water pavilion. The night view here is good, and you can hear the music in the courtyard. Let's sit down for a while. How is the conference going, guests Do you still like it?"

Guy Zhang laughed and said: "The guests like it so much! The five beauties are full of colors when they are exposed from the paper screen, and the songs they sing are also beautiful. They are more attractive than the lively drama. Smaller. When I was waiting by the side, I heard several guests say that they usually listen to martial arts and never love these babble literary dramas, but today they are addicted to listening..."

When they returned to the water pavilion, Mr. Zhang put the food box on the table while talking, holding out two cups of hot milk tea, a few freshly baked siu mai, steamed dumplings, and two bowls of eel with thick oil and red sauce. Silk noodles.

For the big evening, hot noodle soup really suits the appetite.

Cui Xie looked at the food box, seemingly inaudible, but the man just said with a grin on the performance in the courtyard: "Now five beauties are on the stage, and they are standing on stage and dancing: Diao Chan holds the moon. Lights, Madam Zhen drags the color silk, Da Qiao Xiao Qiao dances with fans, Madam Sun dances swords, all of them are like fairy daughters in the sky! Young master is staring at people selling the last round of tickets, waiting for this round of votes. When it's over, it's time for the instructor to comment on beauty poems. Don't the son take this master to see?"

After talking, Mr. Zhang had finished putting out snacks, so he took a peek at Xie Ying with the food box.

Although his clothes are no different from other sons, he has a heroic temperament, and he stands with them without losing his color. In his heart, he felt that this person was not an ordinary person, and he wished that the other party could take a look at this grand event organized by his family, and see the talents of the master and the ability of the people under them.

Did his careful thought escape Xie Ying's eyes.

However, this conference is fresh. If it wasn't for the crowds in the courtyard and it was inconvenient to talk, Xie Ying was willing to sit more. Now Cui Xie has made it clear to him that he will have to talk to each other in the future, and he does not have to cherish this little time of solitude in front of him, just look at it in the past.

He looked at the yard from a distance, smiled and said, "Please take a cloak and cloak, and we will go over after eating."

Mr. Zhang first glanced at Cui Xie, and when he saw him nodding, he immediately turned and left, and quickly brought two cloaks over.

The two of them had just eaten noodles in the water pavilion. They were all hot. They warmed their hands with a cup of hot milk tea, not afraid of the cool breeze. Xie Ying didn't need to add any clothes. Seeing Cui Xie put on his cloak, she picked up the bag of clothes and asked him to go with him.

Cui Xie couldn't rob him, and shook his head and said, "It's better to ask Mr. Zhang to take it back and take it back to my house."

Xie Ying smiled and glanced at him: "It makes people see you even taking off your shirt? Even though you are a member of your family, it's not appropriate, right?"

If it’s in front of others, Cui Xie has to draw a clear line from the study. In front of him, there is no need to engage in these fictions. He held the milk tea container and smiled: "It’s okay. The clothes are all balled up. I said that I stumbled. No one will worry about getting wet by stepping in the water."

Xie Ying walked forward carrying the baggage, and when she saw people from a distance, she drew a few steps away with Cui Xie. After entering the courtyard, she did not go to a seat, but chose a corner to stand and watch at random.

Cui Xie followed in and wanted to introduce him to the stage arrangements, but Xie Ying said in a low voice, "Go over. This is a major event in your family. Always stare at it yourself. I'm here again. If you are fine. Staying outside, I can see too."

Also, in full view, what can you do even if you stand together? Let's talk about it when we go to his house during the Mid-year Festival.

Cui Xie smiled and said, "Then I'll go over and take a look. Actually, Xiao Qi has been staring at this matter from beginning to end, so I don't need anything."

Five beautiful ladies on stage are fighting dance. Because there is no dry ice to support the atmosphere, there is a row of incense burners around the stage, burning the lychee shell, acorn shell, pear skin, and bagasse. The smoke evaporates like a cloud steamer, and the courtyard is fragrant, setting off the dancers like heavenly immortals.

A large portrait of the Three Kingdoms and Five Beauty was hung on the side of the stage, like a wooden ballot box with red lacquer in front, and a long table selling tickets beside it, for crazy fans to pay the last round of money.

At the end of the vote, the music and singing in the field gradually became low, and the people with the maid's accompany holding a long pole took off the lantern hanging behind the stage. The five beautiful ladies gradually retreat and fade into the darkness, and the sound of silk and bamboo is also intermittent, showing a sense of desolation. Finally, the golden drum rang, and the stage was completely silent, except that the cigarettes were unbroken and scattered with the wind under the candlelight night.

The audience in the audience suddenly gave birth to a bit of sadness that the beauty has passed away, and they want to sing two tunes and compose a poem to tell this feeling of depression.

But at this time, there was a mess of movement on the stage, and there were men talking, which was completely different from the arrangement of the previous dance and music room where there was almost no movement.

These voices were not clear, but they slightly pulled people out of worry. The guests looked at the stage in amazement, only to find that the people who cleaned the stage had pushed the painting screens that originally surrounded the beauties in a row to the outside, with tables and chairs inside. Due to the unclear lighting, one can only see a row of tables and chairs connected to each other, and there are people wearing square scarfs sitting behind, but there are no counts.

The beauties stood upright in front of the people, and the men stood behind the screen, but they didn't know what was wrong.

The guest was wondering. The two painting screens in the middle were suddenly moved a few minutes to the sides, and the beautiful lady dressed as Diao Chan walked out of them and stopped in the cigarette room, blessing everyone: "Concubine, Diao Chan also, don’t hesitate to commit to Dong Zhuo for the Han Emperor Zuo. , Lu Bu, for Situ and Wang Yunxing to separate the two in a series, to punish the Dong thief. I don’t want to go through the ages, but there are still talented poets who write poems for their concubines, pity their concubine’s life experience, and praise the concubine’s righteous deeds. Why don’t concubines dare not report, because please ten A hermit gifted as a'mentor', selecting excellent articles."

Those scholars who cast poetry in the audience suddenly became excited and asked loudly: "Who are those mentors? Why are they called mentors? Will they be fair?"

Diao Chan Yingying smiled and said: "Those are also gifted men who love their concubines and a few younger sisters. They are in the same mind with all the gifted scholars, and how can they be unfairly criticizing poems? If any of the ten instructors' poems are ranked first, we These ill-fated women also gave nothing else, so they had to make a small portrait and ask the son to take home to enjoy it."

She turned around with a smile, glanced back at the stage, and retreated fluently under her feet like walking on a cloud.

Behind the screen, there was another voice with a clear, quiet, and youthful feeling: "I have been arguing about the votes of talented scholars. All poems that are poorly written, cast multiple poems, and do not match the characters cast have been eliminated. The masterpieces left will be read out one by one by the beauties, and scored by ten instructors. The average score will be given to the public. Please listen carefully."

Choi Xie is naturally the host.

He just wanted to come on stage to see how the mentors were preparing, and then leave after watching. Who would want the mentors to be too enthusiastic, saying that the first time he played was a bit embarrassing, he had to accompany him. Cui Xie didn't know what to do, so he took over part of the chairing work, first stood on the screen and announced the rules, as a demonstration to those classmates who were on stage for the first time.

——The painting screen cannot be opened.

They are all students studying at Guozixue, and they usually can't even go out. After all, they are not as casual as the scholars and scholars from outside. It's not nice to run here to be a mentor for the selection of the first beauty.

Xie Ying leaned against an ancient pine behind the seat, hung the baggage on the short branch, watching the vaguely cast figure on the screen. The man was wearing a square headband and straight hat, as if he was the most ordinary scholar. But in his eyes, no matter the shadow's tall and short stature, voice talk, every move, it seems to be right in front of him, not separated from the screen and such a long distance.

He even just listened to the voice to know how Cui Xie looked on stage, how he stood up, and said these words seriously.

Cui Xie didn't say much. He only introduced the scoring rules. The five beautiful ladies recite each of the poems. The tutors scored on the spot, removing the highest score and the lowest score to get the average. A few guys hung a large piece of white linen outside the screen, with the names of Wumei written on the top, the east side of the painting is really expensive, and the west side is followed by the sound of the expert poetry ticket on the screen.

The number of votes rose crazily at first, but because the popularity of the five beautiful ladies was different after all, the gap soon widened. The audience below watched the number of beauties' votes soar, and their heart rate and blood pressure jumped up along with the number of votes, shouting the names of their beloved beauties, wishing they could jump on stage to draw their votes.

After the white cloth was covered, Cui Xie slipped out of the backstage, lowered his head and sneaked quietly to the back of the yard, where Xie Ying stood when she entered the door. The candlelight was not bright enough, and the Tsing Yi was not as easy to find as the white clothes. After he left the seating area, he followed the path and looked for it slowly.

After bypassing an old tree, Cui Xie suddenly smelled the faint gardenia fragrance coming with the wind. Turning his head and looking around, he saw a bag of clothes hanging between the branches, and a casually lazy person was leaning under the tree, playing with the small porcelain bottle of flower water in his hand, sniffing gently.

The man raised his eyes to look at him, smiled softly, the whole shade of the tree seemed to be illuminated by that smile, and it was clearly printed into his eyes. Cui Xie's heart was also light and fluttering. So much dopamine flooded his brain from nowhere, and he couldn't help but smile when he looked there.