Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

After Mr. Lu had a few drinks, he chatted with Cui Xie about the old things between the master and the apprentice.

Cui Xie was afraid of talking too much, so he listened to the details quietly when he said it. When it was time for him to say it, he forcibly changed the subject and asked Mr. Lu: "I have not been at home for the past two years, and my second brother just came back. I went to the south by order. Later, there were too many things at home, and I never had time to inquire about the homework of the younger brothers. Mr. Lu has been teaching them for the past two years, but I wonder if the two brothers can still listen to the lesson?"

Mr. Lu pondered for a while.

"Cui Heng is not as good as you... It's not as good as when I taught you, you run out all day long without seeing him go to school. Cui He still has some aura, teaching him "three", "hundred" and "thousand", all of which are to read. I can remember it the last time. I enlightened him last spring, and this year I have been able to memorize these three books by heart, and I have begun to read Chinese characters and rhymes."

He suddenly raised his face and glanced at Cui Xie: "Are you afraid that I won't be able to teach and will delay your two younger brothers?"

Cui Xie hurriedly said, "Don't dare. It is an honor for the Cui family to stay in my house and teach Tong Meng with such a talent."

Mr. Lu snorted, "You don’t have to say something nice, I know I’ve delayed the child prodigy. Or you haven’t learned your skills at that time, or I taught you the wrong way, that you don’t like to learn. These two faults are because you can’t show your talent in my hands. If you change to a certain destined gentleman, your talent will be polished out."

Cui Xie wanted to comfort him because he was busy waiting for illness before and had no time to study, because he didn't think he was teaching well. But thinking that he was more familiar with the original situation at home than himself, he swallowed that words back, and according to what he said before, cautiously said: "I also spent less time studying before, unlike when I arrived in the county. Work hard then."

Mr. Lu didn’t hear any flaws, and he hummed lowly: “Always I failed to teach you at the beginning. I delayed a prodigy, dare I delay the second? Don’t worry about you, I have to Teach the two of your family...the second child prodigy in my hands!"

He originally wanted to talk about the two, but Cui Heng is too old, and it really doesn't look like he can change his head and study hard, he should focus on the younger one.

Cui Xie held up his wine glass to thank him, and used his sleeve to hide the awkward smile at the corner of his mouth.

He and the two children of the Cui family are not real brothers, and the learning methods, comprehension and golden fingers are not inherited by Master Cui. If Mr. Lu really thinks that he is a genius, and their children have genius genes, they will not be disappointed severely...

Still think about how I learned in elementary school, try to help Mr. Lu educate.

Cui Xie offered her husband another glass of wine and talked to him about what Cui Qi wanted to study with: "...I spent a few years with him day and night, treating him as a brother. His family is now a good citizen, but By staying at Cui’s house, reading a few books and learning some skills, Mr. Wang will not treat it as a slave."

Mr. Lu responded indifferently: "I don't care who he is, I can teach whatever he should be taught. But you should make it clear to him in advance that I can teach some paintings, calligraphy, and articles. I don't know how to paint Cui Meiren. Just hearing that flimsy name doesn't like it. If he likes to learn that, he will simply find another Master instead of me."

It doesn't need to be... but this beauty picture doesn't need to be taught. Cui Xie agreed with him, agreeing: "I don't like those frivolous people who are Cui Meiren with their mouths shut, sir, I can rest assured!"

Mr. Lu is proud to belong to Tsundere, but he is quite a man. Cui Xie ate wine with him all night and coaxed him to smooth Mao'er. He asked what to answer and got along easily. After the alcoholic ears became hot, Cui Xie asked Xiao Si to help him back to his yard, served him to sleep, and went back to the yard.

When I returned, the courtyard was quiet, but the bedroom was still lit with a warm yellow, as if waiting for him to come home.

When he entered the door, he saw Cui Qi sitting at the table, taking thin paper over the draft he had drawn to outline. He can hook a manuscript several times, first draw a complete picture, and then carefully outline the areas that need to be colored, and scattered them on the paper so that the craftsman can engrave and color separately.

If he doesn't need to teach him, he can do it more meticulously than him.

Cui Xie quietly walked over and looked behind Cui Qi for a while. Seeing that he was carefully sketching Cao Cao's armor, he didn't feel that he was coming, so he went to the outhouse to get a new candlestick and lit it on the table.

Cui Qi raised his head suddenly and called "Big Brother". Cui Xie smiled, sitting at the half-empty table he set aside, and said: "From now on, you will study painting with Mr. Lu in the morning, and in the afternoon I will ask the shopkeeper of the powder shop to take you. Although the Nanhuo store is good, I But I don't want to ask you to get angry. It's better to have a powder shop."

Cui Qi was about to stand up and thank him, Cui Xie slapped him down, and smiled: "What are you being polite to me? Sit down. I see you paint so hard, and I am more happy than you say thank you."

Cui Qi squeezed the pen tightly with a faint light in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "I must paint well and apprentice well. I won't waste my thoughts on you."

Cui Xie let out a "um" and took the cut paper and charcoal from the table. He suddenly remembered the past and smiled slightly: "This is like returning to the time when we were in Qian'an. We both did our own things. Excuse me, I don’t feel too boring to have someone with me."

Cui Qi smiled and said, "The shopkeeper of the subtotaler has gone back. I think there is also a person in the yard. It is inconvenient to get the paintings from back and forth. I just painted in your room. But this house is really messy now. It's so, I'm already an outsider, and nobody cares about coming in."

"That's because I confessed that you are not an outsider. If there are any outsiders, you can ask Songyan." Cui Xie smiled and glanced at him: "We just came home, and the love is still in Qian'an. Time is the same."

Cui Qi's face was slightly awkward, and he nodded with a smile, lowered his head and concentrated on drawing the fragments of color.

With his help, there is no need for Cui Xie to redraw the first two paintings himself, and write down the printing order and method word by word, just move your mouth and give pointers.

Cui Xie is now like a cartoonist with an assistant, and his demeanor seems to be different when he swipes his pen. After finishing the frame with a few strokes, he began to draft the sketches of Xu Chu's naked clothes fighting horses:

He originally painted Xu Chu in naked clothes for Prince Wang. At that time, he carefully designed the image of his clothes half-dressed and tucked around his waist, but now he just changed the shape of riding a knife. The picture of the horse depicts one of the sketches he drew during Wang Jiachen’s exercises when he was painting a portrait of Xie Qianhu. The bitter breath came out of the painting.

Ma Chao’s part is simpler. In the past two days, he has just drew a big picture of Ma Meng's revival and hatred, and he is also skilled in writing. At this time, he didn't even need to change his posture drastically. It was enough to change Ma Chao's gesture of holding the banner to holding a gun and stabbing, and changing the sadness on his face to a murderous look.

This evening, he finished two drafts of two spreads, and after seeing the last chapter, he could put together another book. He was also a little delighted: "When your father and the treasurer come over, the illustrations in this book will It’s enough to finally publish a new book. These days, because I’m not at home, and I’ve been off for so long these days, readers probably hate me to death."

Cui Qi smiled and said: "They won't hate it when the new book comes out. Big brother's painting is getting better and better, and the horse seems to be jumping out of the painting. It's better than when you painted beautiful people."

This does not necessarily mean that he painted well, but he has become more energetic after practicing martial arts, and the horses he painted appear more energetic. Now think about it, the portrait given to Xie Qianhu before has many shortcomings, and I should paint him a new gift of the year...

Should I be able to mention a poem by myself this time?

His thoughts came to a halt, watching Cui Qi leave, he washed himself, blew the lamp, and reviewed the notes taken by the Imperial College in the dark.

The days to come will be nothing more than living like this day by day. The two days of recitation in the Imperial College are the days for the repetition of lectures. The students will repeat the lectures on stage; after that, they will recite the lectures again for two days. There are not many homework left after class, all consciously. Generally speaking, good students can study hard, bad students... as long as they don’t worry about the supervising staff, they can also be lazy.

Cui Xie was lucky. He was not drawn in the repetition. Only one day called the Jijiu draw to endorse. He went up to memorize 100 characters "University", 100 characters "Zhou Nan", and 100 characters "Imperial Dagu". With Zhu Zizhang's commentary, they are all things that are already familiar to the heart, and they can easily be memorized.

It was not until five days later that Cui Mansion changed into new clothes, and he made two custom-made sets of dressing, robes, belts, and boots.

The tailor who invited him waited for him all afternoon at home. He had to meet his face and spread the clothes in front of him by himself, revealing a glamorous and shining dress: the clothes were covered with gold woven flowers, cocoa The floor is close to the body, and the waist is narrow. Four skirt loops with a certain belt were nailed to the left and right sides of the waist, and thirty-eight skirts on the front and back of the hem were connected with threads to make them smooth and tight. The waist and skirt are also ordered with a sheepskin gold, which will be dazzling when you shake it.

Cui Xie was dazzling, and he squinted his eyes to see the style of his clothes-slightly different from what he saw in the movie, but it was also luxurious and beautiful, more slender than the current popular drag dress. It definitely looks better.

He sighed with satisfaction, leaned over to look at the clothes, turning over the cuffs and skirt to look at his stitches. The tailor couldn’t help boasting: “The son somehow came up with such a beautiful dress. I couldn’t love it when I made it myself. I wish I could not wear it again. I also made two high-top hair skirts to honor the son. , Tied inside, sure to hold the pleated skirt wide at the bottom, which looks better."

Cui Xie couldn't imagine what the hem would hold up. He just wished that Xie Ying would be right in front of him and put it on. The tailor looked at his face and looked satisfied, and he seemed satisfied, and he boasted: “Don’t worry, the younger one who has been a tailor for decades will also increase the amount that should be put, and pinch the finer. The body is accurate, fit and easy to move around."

Cui Xie carried the skirt, thinking about the neat appearance of the Jinyi guards getting on and off the horse, and gave a soft "um".

He looked at the red and white, the lining of the short coat and the panties, and the solid cloak with brocade, and finally saw the leather straps and boots.

Although these two items were not made by the tailor, they were also the craftsmen he asked for. He also boasted: "These leather belts and boots are calfskins specially bought by the cobbler Hu Huizi from Huihuizi. The leather is thin. It’s bright again, and it’s much more comfortable to wear than ordinary leather! That time, I used to raise cattle for generations, and I could kill cattle in the temple, but the Hans couldn’t buy such good leather."

Cui Xie touched the smooth and delicate belts and boots, and couldn't tell the good point, but it was exquisite and it should be comfortable to wear. He was satisfied, but his face only faintly said: "This is something to give away, but it is not my final say. If the person who wears it says yes, I will naturally order more things from your house in the future."

The tailor smiled and said, "There is nothing wrong with sure! Who can not love the new look at this time? As long as that person wears out, in a few days Beijing will make new clothes like this. Yi Xiao said, do you want the son? Do two things by yourself? Otherwise, wait for the man in Kyoto to wear this waist-stretching scaffold, you don’t have it yourself, don’t you look like a village?"

Daming doesn't have such things as copyright. Books can be printed casually, and clothes are made according to whoever is better. Xie Qianhu looks good-looking and has a good figure. Wearing this suit to go out, the proper way can attract people to learn in Kyoto.

But he didn't have to do it. Xie Qianhu gave him several new clothes and he didn't wear them yet.

Cui Xie shook his head and said with a smile: "Go back, I won't let you make this clothes for others, but you can't see people take the initiative to solicit them. I have to wear these two clothes first, and others will look good. Please do it, and you can do it for them."

The tailor smiled so hard that he could not see his teeth, and he bowed again and again: "You are still sympathetic to our craftsman, and I promise not to let anyone rob you of the noble man. Even if someone else does it, I can guarantee that it will not be as good as what I did. Exquisite, low cost!"

That's hard to say. His clothes don't have embroidered text on shoulders and sleeves, which is not the best in theory. However, the clothes are in line with people. It is true that Xie Qianhu has long legs and slender waist. It is always better to look better than others.

He sent the tailor back, and asked Mother Zhang to watch, smoked the two sets of clothes through the smoker, and asked Cui Qi to send them to Xie Qianhu's mansion the next day.