Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

After the recitation of a poem "Han Shouhou", the six talented scholars also inspired the audience's voices to excite their hearts, and read aloud the small title under the poem: "Jian Bai Moustache, please come to the stage!"

The name of the White Moustache was spread all over the garden in an instant. Everyone shouted, trying to call him out, but there was no response for a long time. And the person who really wrote this poem to Guan Yu has long forgotten its existence, not to mention the name of the teacher in the bereavement at such a lively party, and ran to date with her boyfriend before counting the votes for the poem.

As for the ranking of Han Shouhou's poem...Cui Xie can guess it without reading it.

Now that the former seven have not yet been born, the four Jiangnan talents are mostly petty kids. Can the masterpieces of Li Dongyang and Li Dongyang, who were suppressed by the Chaling School suppress the first generation, still be defeated by these new scholars who have just entered Beijing?

He ran away, and Li Dongyang was even at home. Someone went up to receive the award.

After a few calls failed, those tourists who still remembered the grand election of the Three Kingdoms and Five Beauties remembered that they won the championship with Xiao Qiao Shi, but then refused to accept the award. It took a few months to quietly take the beauty picture home. Mr. Xi saved his energy, and instead persuaded the people around him: "These talents were not willing to come out on the spot. You can listen to his name, Mr. Bai Moustache, and those with white beards may be all right! Maybe the water mirror on the stage That's it, sir. Don't compete with their talents, they won't show it to others.

Can someone who doesn't show up and see others be called a talented person? How come all the talents in Beijing have this problem?

The new jinshis and scholars who came from other places didn't know that there was such a rule at the meeting, and they secretly slandered the people in Beijing for not knowing that reputation is important. The old guests started to wonder if the author had anything to do with that Mr. Shuixi. If so, who is he? This is how you learn to be an extraordinary person. It is not good to say that it is the famous poet poker, or is it a new recruit or scholar of the past two years?

He refused to come out to meet, because his status was too high and he was afraid of being recognized!

The more mysterious this person is, the more interesting it is. Not only the guests were eager to see who he was, but the six talented men couldn't even call out four or five times, and they were quite disappointed. A buddy came to the stage to receive the first poems. The six talented men gathered up their minds and recited the selected poems one by one according to their ranks, calling people by name, and still in accordance with the rules of the last conference, each awarded a large color painting.

The leader was picked off by Mr. Bai Mo, the second was a masterpiece titled Wuhou, the author was called the hermit of Longquan, the third was a bouldering layman titled Niheng, and the fourth was a bouldering layman who wrote about Niheng. Two words-

Liu Chun.

The Jinshi Jinshi and the officials of the DPRK and China have only seen Liu Chun twice on the yellow list just now.

Someone shouted at the scene: "Could it be Jinke's Liu Chun?"

When Liu Tanhua voted, he didn’t think of anything else, only to participate in a poem meeting similar to that of his hometown, but the first few were all inscribed poems with pseudonyms. He was alone with his real name in a patch of pseudonyms and thousands of numbers. Among the visitors who were looking forward to seeing him, there was a faint feeling in their hearts.

Not a few seats away from him, some people whispered: "There was actually a visit to the flower at this meeting. It is really a gathering of stars, comparable to the Lanting Party of the year!"

Others said: "Tanhua only got the fourth place. The previous poems had to be written by the champion and the second best? Which of the top three in this class has a white beard?"

There is a familiar Jinshi who betrayed him heartlessly: "Sandingjia is younger than the other one. Liu Tanhua is the oldest in less than thirty years, and the other two are worthy of the championship. At age, no one has given birth to a white moustache. Only Chuan Tong gave birth to a long moustache, which still has a black beard, and it does not seem to be known as Shikui."

Liu Chun quietly lowered his head and hid his face, letting his name be called repeatedly on stage. In the distance, there seemed to be people shouting "Brother Benevolence", and many good deeds stood up to look for twenty-eight nines, and looked at the scholars who were literate. Suddenly he understood the mentality of Mr. Bai Mo and others refusing to come to power. He wanted to turn back the time when he was queuing to vote and replace his name on the paper with Mr., hermit, or layman.

He suffered for a long time in the voice, and finally waited until the six talents on the stage gave up and began to recite the names behind.

What made him feel relieved was that the next one was not a layman, but the one who directly exposed his real name just like him, even more thorough than him, and even his hometown was frankly written on poems.

"Jiangxi Cheng Kai."

Listening to the name, Liu Chun's shame in his heart was greatly reduced. In an instant, he thought about how to comfort each other with this brother Cheng Nian when he turned his head, and how many years later he would smile and recall the mistakes that Shao had made when he was young and crazy.

However, Cheng Kai is different from his kind of thoughtful people. He was called up when he was called. He also joked with two poem holders on the stage, recognized the same year, and said frankly. "I know the inn where Brother Liu Nian lives, and it's not far from the hall where I met. If he doesn't come today, I'll take the Zhao Yun painting for him."

Liu Chun voted for Zhao Yun. Before the end of the selection, he saw hopelessness. He arrived at the main courtyard early and sat very close to the meeting stage. So he could hear those people vaguely when they were talking, and his mind was complicated and difficult to argue. The only thing that could be said for sure was that he wanted to pull Cheng Kai off and take him away, and stop staying in this garden.

It was so easy for Cheng Kai to take down two paintings by Cheng Yu and Zhao Yun, and another student who did not want to reveal his real name won a color picture of Zhou Yu with poems. Away.

After reviewing the best poems, it finally came to the highlight of this conference-six talented scholars inscribed poems in person. At this time, six sets of tables and chairs have been placed on the open space between the steps, and a few copper candlesticks stand on each table. The flames of the lamps flicker, illuminating the table as bright as day. The thick rope queuing line was pulled out on both sides of the table and chair at some unknown time, and the people led the guests to line up along the line.

The six talented scholars were wrapped in clothes exactly the same as those in the book, and they also looked for someone to put on makeup and beards. It seemed like the person in the painting came down. Those curious talents are a little sorry to see clearly, but the true fans of the celebrities of the Three Kingdoms looked at them when they came up to sign, and it was astonishing that the person in the book was sitting there writing poems, and they felt very satisfied.

There is a long line up in the poem writing process, which is a bit boring. But in order to make up for the loneliness in the line, they didn't ask these people to run away in a row. Cui Xie originally set the lottery draw at the time of the line.

They made far more than six sets of clothes, and more than twelve sets. Instead, they made all the clothes of characters who might win. Zhuge Liang, Zhou Yu, and Guan Yu, who can participate in multiple elections, also made a few outfits according to the number of sessions, so that several talents At the same time wearing on stage. The characters that happened to be selected this time were all different, and all of them were dressed in different clothes, and the extra ten sets of clothes could be drawn.

The lottery was presided over by several prostitutes who pretended to be Diao Chan and other beauties, but they weren’t the ones who pretended to be these beauties at the Five Beauty Conference last time-those people are now so expensive that they can’t afford it, so they hired some cheap newcomers. It is only responsible for drawing and issuing prizes on stage, and does not require any technical content.

As long as they stand there, it is enough to raise the atmosphere of the court to a new high.

The five people gathered around the lottery box, and raised their cuffs to reveal a bright wrist, which attracted the attention of all the men in the room. Then they slowly stretched their arms into the box, took out a note, and took the loudspeaker lazily. Read the numbers above.

Although the voices of these girls are delicate, but the five people chanted together, and then amplified by simple speakers, it is enough to spread far.

The person who was read didn't even care about asking for a signature, and hurriedly stepped over the rope and ran up to the stage from the open space beside the team. After they took the stage, they looked at the clothes of their idols but couldn’t take them directly. They had to close their eyes and draw lots. The selected lot could be taken away from whichever body. Even if the Shuhan fan took the clothes of Lu Meng and Lu Xun, he could only take it himself. Acknowledge the bad luck and leave with the clothes he doesn't like.

The people who had drawn the wrong clothes sighed and sighed, feeling that they were bad luck; the people who smoked their armor complained that the armor was colored with thick paper and was worthless; those who did not get the clothes heard that they got cheap and behaved complaining, My heart itch with hatred, I don't know how many people want to rob them in a sack.

Some people saw that they couldn't get the draw, so they moved the evil idea of ​​finding the organizer's black box——

The eldest son of the Fu family of Wangzhen, the former supreme military officer of Qian'an County, took advantage of everyone's peace of mind to line up for the lottery, and quietly decorated him with the treasurer who had been secretly staring at him, and detained him in a dark corner.

The treasurer of Ji almost thought that he was going to be robbed, so he was about to scream. Fortunately, as soon as I looked up and saw the red brocade robe and the purple gold crown with high lingzi, I suddenly recognized who he was, swallowed the screams, and put a smile on his face: "It turned out to be the official Wang. The little one has not returned to his hometown for a long time and does not know when the high officials came back from outside Shanhaiguan? The high officials have been working hard for the past few years. Now that they have entered Beijing, have they already made outstanding military exploits and have been added to the ranks?"

Prince Wang shook his head, and the pheasant shook his head back and forth. It was extremely eye-catching, but he said in a low-key modest manner: "It's not a great achievement. These years, Tatars have been harassing Shanxi and Shaanxi. We followed An Shunbo. Yeshan Customs has never seen a few real Tatars, but there are many fake Tatars, and the credit is not great. However, the master also killed so many dozens of people with his own hands, and earned a thousand households, and finally lived up to the old uncle’s efforts. The grace of cultivation."

The shopkeeper Ji hurriedly congratulated him on his promotion and returned to Beijing, threw out the sweet words without money, and asked him why he had returned to Beijing or did not come to the shop to say so, so that he could arrange someone to entertain him early.

The prince waved his hand and said domineeringly: "You are a shopkeeper. If you spend too much money from the owner, the owner will also be unhappy. I won't embarrass you. By the way, you are also in Beijing. What about Cui Zhuangyuan? He and my brothers were cordial at the beginning. Somehow, when I heard that he was the top pick, I didn’t dare to look at him—is the poem called “Near Hometown Feelings”?"

The shopkeeper Ji smiled and replied: "That line of poem seems to be'I am more cowardly close to my hometown, I dare not ask someone who comes." But you are a good official or...you are a good man in Beijing, why are you so cowardly? The number one champion hasn’t changed much. He is still the same personality as that of the past. If you know that a high-ranking official has entered Beijing, only the ones you like, why would you not want to see you?"

Prince Wang was a little bit awkward: "Oh, he is the top pick! When he was admitted to Juren, I have followed the glory after hearing this for a long time. At that time, I actually knew a Juren and gave it to me every year. Festival gift, giving the hero statue, many people in the camp envy me too much. Waiting for him to be the champion, it will be even more remarkable! We have never seen such a Wenqu star from the three emperors and five emperors in Qian'an. Guangcai, I am a crude person who dare not talk to the champion."

Shopkeeper Ji has been with Cui Xie all the time, and he is used to publishing a book or publishing a book, or a conference or a conference. He didn't realize how much his status has suddenly risen before. When asked Prince Wang to say this, he suddenly felt a little bit remarkable.

He is also a re-used person around the champion, and all the books written by the Qinggui Jinshi Hanlin to the candidates, he is not a treasurer of ordinary study! With so many shopkeepers all over the world, who can be more elegant and noble, and do more literary things?

His current status is to give him a big shop in the prosperous place of Nanjing and ask him to be his own boss, he will not change it!

The shopkeeper Ji was intoxicated, and Prince Wang couldn’t help showing his true intentions. He handed the pot that was issued when he was admitted to the shopkeeper Ji, and asked openly, “Can you ask those sisters to grab my cup? This number? I have Lu Bu and Zhao Yun's armor, so I want to put on the red and purple robes of Prime Minister Cao to have fun."

The name of Jing Qi is printed on the pot, and it is sorted by the name of the sixty-four hexagram plus the number, which is the order in which he entered the garden, and the lottery will be drawn according to this number. The shopkeeper took the pot and looked at it, shook his head and said, "The numbers are drawn with closed eyes. I don’t know if that person has been taken away. It’s inconvenient to draw at the meeting, but there is a little old man. idea--"

They have a good relationship with the tailor, Yu, who makes the clothes, and just order another set and give it to him.

What the prince wanted was the pleasure of winning the prize, but he didn't particularly like the clothes, so he shook his head when he saw nothing happen, and decided not to take it.

The shopkeeper thought that he was embarrassed to ask for his own things, so he persuaded him: "What kind of courtesy are the officials? Are you looking at Ju'anzhai and even our champion? The little old man made this clothes for himself. I am willing, but our boss, father and son, and the champion champion must not let me take this job. The officials just wait for the clothes, and the champion champion will definitely wash you up and catch the wind when you turn back. Congratulations on your promotion!"

The clothes are not important, but the friendship between Ju Anzhai and Cui Xie is important. When Wang Xiangzhen thought of this, he no longer cares whether the clothes were won or bought. He smiled freely: "This time I have to choose Cui Xiandi's fresh clothes again. I can't ask him to buy wine for me. I have to personally Go and invite him to drink!"

The author has something to say: Bai Mo is a poem written by Li Dongyang that asks Bai Mo and answers Bai Mo. It seems to be mentioned before? The bouldering layman is Yang Tinghe, and the Longquan hermit is Wang Zhuangyuan