I have been experimenting with medicine in the Palace of Longevity for 30 years

Chapter 229 Butterfly Love Bamboo

"Lu Yong, is this word famous?"

Layman Zizhu looked at Lu Yong who had just walked downstairs, and asked.

"Not yet."

Lu Yong stood downstairs in despair, and said softly.

When He Pingan saw this, with a thought, the concentric lock glowed with pink light, warming Lu Yong's depressed mind.

Lu Yong suddenly lifted his spirits. Apart from calming his mind, the concentric lock seemed to convey some kind of message, but at this moment, he still couldn't fully understand it.

"It seems to be Ruoxiang's breath"

Lu Yong felt it carefully, although he couldn't understand the message, but he could faintly feel that on the other side of the concentric lock, there was the aura of the woman who made him dream.

"Since there is no name, why don't I think of one for you?"

Layman Zizhu was a first-rank monk after all, and at this moment he finally got rid of his grief and asked.

A trace of excitement flashed across Gujing Wubo's face.

"Layman, wait a moment, I need to ask the teacher for instructions."

Lu Yong looked at He Pingan, waiting for his instructions.

Originally, he wanted to ask He Pingan to name the plaque.

Everyone immediately looked at He Pingan in unison, and only then did they realize how talented He Pingan must be to be able to teach such a poetic student.

"Who is this man?"

"He Pingan, it seems that you haven't heard of it?"

"I seem to have heard that more than half a year ago, there was a drug tester who tried drugs for ten years and came out of the drug test department. It seems that this is the name. I don't know if it is this person."

Feeling everyone's attention, He Pingan couldn't help straightening his back, feeling secretly refreshed.

In the past, I heard people say that intangible pretending is the most deadly, but I still didn't believe it, but now that I see it, it is indeed so.

Lu Yong pretended to be X, but in the end, he seemed to enjoy the bonus.
He nodded slightly to Lu Yong, expressing his agreement.

Seeing that He Pingan and Lu Yong agreed, Layman Zizhu said.

"How about not calling Die Lian Zhu, leaning against a dangerous building and the wind blowing gently?"

His eyes were full of anticipation.

"Butterfly Love Bamboo?"

He Ping'an moved his fingers slightly, deduced it, and understood it in an instant.

The deceased wife of the Layman Zizhu had the word butterfly in her nickname.

This old man has obviously seen that this word is likely to become a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. As long as he puts his name on this word, the name of Layman Zizhu will also be passed down through the ages.

In the future, no matter who thinks of this poem, they will first understand the meaning of the name of the word.

Lu Yongxun looked at He Pingan again, and he also understood at this time that this old man wanted to prostitute his poems for nothing.

He Pingan thought for a while, nodded again in agreement, and Lu Yong immediately smiled and said to Layman Zizhu, "But the layman makes the decision."

"Hahaha, good!"

Layman Zizhu laughed loudly, and then threw the scroll in his hand into the air.

"crash"

The scrolls were automatically gathered in one place in mid-air, as if they had eyes, and flew to Lu Yong, waiting for him to collect them.

This kind of behavior is tantamount to acquiescing to Lu Yong to win the leader of this poetry meeting.

Just because of Liu Ding's face, Layman Zizhu didn't say it clearly.

If Layman Zizhu wanted to come, letting Liu Ding leave quietly was the best step I could give him.

But he underestimated Liu Ding, who didn't appreciate it.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter if he can write lyrics, he is still a waste who can't pass the examination of Gongshi."

Liu Ding came out from the crowd and said coldly, looking at Lu Yong with contempt.

"Bah! Such erotic words are not considered elegant, no wonder they fail after repeated attempts. There is a reason for this."

Dai Xueyi, who came to his senses, stood behind Liu Ding and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm onto the ground.

Layman Zizhu frowned slightly, Liu Ding and the others lost as soon as they lost, and they were still talking nonsense here.

From his point of view, how could Lu Yong's talent fail after repeated trials.

At this moment, the junior next to him, through voice transmission, briefly explained Lu Yong's situation to layman Zizhu.

"Really?"

Layman Zizhu looked at the fifth-grade Confucianism cultivator beside him in surprise.

The fifth grade Confucianism cultivator nodded silently, with a serious expression.

"Oh, it's so hard to see a good seedling, but it's like this, it's a pity."

Layman Zizhu sighed, if Confucianism cultivators don't enter the imperial court, watch the weather in the world, manage disputes in the world, and enjoy the luck in the world, they can only cultivate up to the fourth rank of Confucianism and Taoism.

If you want to enter the upper third rank, you have to taste the warmth and comfort of the world, and you must be able to sort out the disputes in the world.

Taoism, Buddhism, etc., all have to stay away from the world and practice purely.

However, the Confucian school wants to practice in the world.

And the place where Confucianism cultivators can improve their cultivation the fastest is above the court, and it is best to be able to govern one side, so that they can get the bonus of Daxuan's national fortune.

Including Layman Zizhu, who also served as the first assistant back then, and only broke through to the first rank after receiving the bonus of the National Fortune.

According to the resources in the family, Lu Wei could clean up at home, but in order to break through to the third rank, he also chose to enter the Dragon Guard.

It is because although the Dragon Guard is a monk, he is also a lineage of the Daxuan government, and can enjoy the bonus of Daxuan's national luck.

And if Lu Yong can't pass the examination as a tribute, it will be difficult to break through to the third rank.

Hearing the ridicule of the two, Lu Yong was neither sad nor happy at this time. After accepting He Ping'an's teachings, he was no longer as easily fluctuated as he was back then.

Especially just now, after he recited the words and won praise from Lay Zizhu and everyone present, he also strengthened his confidence again.

"So what if you pass the exam, so what if you don't pass the exam?"

Lu Yong retorted and said confidently: "Besides, you will know later that my name is not among the remaining two."

He Pingan nodded slightly. At this time, Lu Yong's true state of mind has been honed in place, and he will no longer get angry easily because of the ridicule of these people.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Liu Ding and the others seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and laughed wildly: "A person who has failed many times, do you think you can be admitted to the top two of the Gongshi?"

"Stop delusional!"

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion among the crowd beside the bronze mirror, and someone shouted: "The examiner from the Tribute Academy has come out."

Hearing this, Layman Zizhu's eyes were full of divine light, and he looked over the bronze mirror, only to see several officials of the Tribute Academy dressed in examiner's attire appearing in the bronze mirror.

"Could it be that the top two are about to appear?"

Layman Zizhu's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at the bronze mirror to see the actions of several officials.

Even Wang Yifang and the woman in the yellow skirt, who had been sitting firmly on the small building before, had their eyes shining brightly, waiting for the last moment to appear.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by the actions of the officials on the bronze mirror, and they waited intently for the moment when Huiyuan would appear.

There were also a few Confucian scholars who had already given up their hearts, but when they saw the picture on the bronze mirror, they couldn't help but have their last glimmer of hope.

In fact, they knew in their hearts that with their own talents, it was impossible to reach the top of the list.

But until the last moment, he still won't give up completely.

What if, what if.
"Haha, Lu Yong, if you left in a disgruntled manner just now, it would be a bit embarrassing at best."

"But you boasted just now, if you are not among these two people, I will see how you handle yourself."

Liu Ding and others looked at the picture in the bronze mirror and laughed wildly. It seemed that Lu Yong was kneeling on the ground, begging himself and others to let him go.

In the picture, one of the examiners headed by Gong Yuan was bluffing with one hand, and a Langhao pen covered with ink had automatically landed on his hand.

On the tip of the pen, the ink was thick, and with a shaking of his wrist, he penetrated the back of the paper and wrote three powerful words, which suddenly appeared at the No.2 position on the list.

"Wang Yifang!"

"Who is Wang Yifang?"

At this time, there were bursts of surprised voices from the crowd.

Generally, the Confucian scholars who can win the top few places will not be the unknown generation.

There are basically Confucian scholars from all over Daxuan gathered here, but none of them seem to have heard of the name Wang Yifang.

He Pingan was surprised. He didn't expect that Princess Yifang actually participated in the examination and won No.2.

It seems that Emperor Jia Ming really opened the back door for her.

Above the small building, Layman Zizhu looked at Wang Yifang who was beside him, and said respectfully: "Congratulations princess, you won No.2 in the test."

The woman in the yellow skirt on the side also looked at him with admiration. If she hadn't known that Wang Yifang was a woman, she might have already secretly agreed.

A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the young Confucian scholar, he waved the tender and white Rouyi, and said with a hint of disappointment: "You don't need to be polite, the number 2 is nothing to worry about."

"This princess is very curious about who is so sacred, who can win the first place in the test."

In his eyes, apart from disappointment, there was also a hint of dissatisfaction.

I grew up in the palace since I was a child, and all I received were the teachings of the top three Confucians, and my own intelligence, even if these Confucians saw it, they had to be called a genius that was rarely seen in a century.

Who is it that can overwhelm himself?

(End of this chapter)