fake prince

Chapter 611

Su Ziji's eyes fell on several students, all of whom were in their early 20s. Some of them were as handsome as pine and bamboo, while others were mediocre but also had some temperament. Without exception, the Confucian robes on them were all It's half old and not new. With his eyesight, from such a distance, he can tell that these people must be living in a little embarrassment.

He couldn't help but think of the days when he was in the county seat. Such a poor family could still be admitted to Juren, and he didn't enjoy the benefits of being a Juren. Instead, he continued to study in Beijing and was willing to continue to endure hardships, no matter what his character was. , at least with ambition.

You know, if you pass the Juren examination, you don’t come to the capital, but stay in your hometown. Even if you don’t become an official, you can live a good life as a squire. However, if you come to Beijing to study, the travel expenses plus the expenses in Beijing will make it difficult to relax.

In the capital, no one would curry favor with a Juren.

"You've done a good job, and you can pay more attention to it then." Su Ziji said in a deep voice, making friends with scholars is the purpose of the literary society, if he doesn't make friends, he will arouse suspicion.

Just control the speed, at this level, it doesn't matter if there are a hundred.

"Yes, my lord." Jian Qu replied.

Su Ziji suddenly saw a wild Taoist looking towards him not far away, and nodded when he looked over, Su Ziji understood that this was the person he asked him to stare at.

"Come down with me, let's have a chat with these students." Su Ziji said to Jian Qu with a smile.

Jian Qu is naturally extremely happy, and he has a bright face to be able to accompany him to do this kind of thing.

Seeing that the master saw his reminder, the wild Taoist said to the two people following him: "Okay, we don't have to worry about this matter, just keep an eye on it from a distance."

The person they were looking at had just come from a small boat and boarded the boat.

Because the painting boat is leased, the boatmen and others are the original people of the painting boat. Although there is a cultural meeting held here on behalf of the marquis, people from the marquis' mansion are also patrolling, but as long as they look like scholars, once they are put on it, they will not be punished. will be checked.

Under such circumstances, Eunuch Zhao took a young eunuch, pretending to be an old Confucian scholar with a bookboy, on board the painting boat.

"Master Zhao, don't run around, and they will find out that you are not the invited guest..." The boatman who secretly led them up reminded a little worriedly.

Eunuch Zhao didn't speak, and the little eunuch next to him who was pretending to be a bookboy stared at him immediately: "Don't tell me my master doesn't know what you're talking about? We're just curious, so we walked around and left! You're just waiting for us around here." !"

"Yes, yes!" The boatman took advantage of others, and could only watch the pair of "master and servant" enter the painting boat with a little worry.

"Who's playing the piano?"

As soon as he walked in, he heard that the original silk and bamboo sound stopped, and the noise disappeared all of a sudden. The whole first floor of the painting boat became quiet, and only heard the sound of a zither, which made Eunuch Zhao couldn't help but stop and listen.

In fact, it wasn't just them, even the students at the first level showed a fascinated appearance, and tried to find someone to play the piano.

"It turns out that it's playing over there, separated by a curtain. Could it be the female relatives?" Someone looked at a place they hadn't noticed before, and found that there seemed to be some people behind the bead curtain that hung down before. The figure seems to be all women.

Because this literary meeting did not invite girls from brothels, silk and bamboo were played by these students for their own entertainment, so when I heard the sound of the piano and saw this scene, I immediately had a realization: "This should be Could it be the female relatives of the Daihou Mansion?"

If you think about it, a year ago, the capital held a literary meeting, and it was still a mixed event between men and women. However, after Lin Yuqing's incident, the atmosphere has changed towards conservativeness. At the same time, the female guests also invite some famous male guests. When men hold a literary meeting, they will basically not invite female guests, in order to avoid suspicion.

But separated, with the female relatives accompanying the female guests behind the bead curtain, then this kind of problem is not a big deal.

"I don't know which talented woman played the piano music, it should be in the sky!" A student sighed.

"Our family has never heard the sound of this qin. However, although the sound of the qin is wonderful, the players must be everyone, but it is obviously played by the female relatives..."

Such a person, even if she is a talented woman, has no need to be wooed by Su Ziji, the acting marquis, after all, she cannot be an official in the court.

Eunuch Zhao thought so in his heart, he had already arrived at the entrance, and looking inside, he also had a panoramic view of the scene on the first floor.

"There are really only two famous people here?" He looked at the little eunuch.

The little eunuch has some skills in identifying people, and after a quick look at the people present, he matched up with the people on the list he investigated.

"Except for Zhang Lan and He Bingzhi who are considered talented, no one else is well-known, and most of them are from poor families. There are even a few people from poor families. Although their lives have improved after winning the exam, they still live poorly after coming to Beijing. Frequent participation in literary conferences is also to avoid the cost of interpersonal communication." The little eunuch replied in a low voice.

"And under normal circumstances, there are some gifts of stationery, paper and ink."

As a student, it is impossible to just bury your head in reading, and you must always socialize with scholars. Participating in literary conferences held by powerful people can socialize without spending money yourself, and private conferences with people cannot be exhausted. Some people live in tight Scholars, therefore, are more willing to participate in the dignitaries' literary meeting. If they win the lottery, they may also get some money. This is also a helpless move.

Eunuch Zhao looked carefully, and saw that although Su Ziji had a calm expression, he was talking patiently with all the poor family members. Just looking at it, Eunuch Zhao felt sad for a while, and woke up after a long while: "I didn't expect that Daihou could only find him. It's really not easy for some poor families to hold up the scene, and now they are still forced to smile."

Making friends also depends on the level. These poor family members may still be regarded as figures in the local area, but what are they in the capital?

Daihou, the only son of the dignified prince, held a banquet for the first time, and it was so desolate!

"Let's go, go to Prince Qi's Mansion to have a look again." Eunuch Zhao couldn't bear to look at it, so he didn't stay any longer, took the little eunuch and got off the boat along the original road, and returned to the shore in a small boat.

When they arrived at the shore, they changed to an ox cart and went straight into the city again to go to Qi Wangfu.

Because of the cold weather, idlers in the street where the Wangfu is located can't enter casually, but in front of the gate of the Qiwangfu, there is a row of rides from the gate for a long time, and when it is nearby, the servants of each family are not allowed to enter the gate casually, and they eat under the shed in front of the screen wall. Tea and snacks to bask in the sun.

The eunuch came down from a distance and took a look. He glanced at the nearby teahouses that were full of people. A cold smile flashed across his face, and he kept his eyes on the gate without saying a word.

Even now, the literary meeting has begun, but people are still getting off the bullock carts and heading inside.

"Sure enough, there are a lot of guests, traffic is busy, and crowns are like clouds." Eunuch Zhao looked at it for a while, and his expression became more gloomy: "Let our people take a good look and write down their names."

"Yes!" The little eunuch agreed.

(End of this chapter)