Chapter 34 Who is the real poet?

Zhao Wujiang's footsteps were brisk, and he looked like a dragon walking like a tiger walking like a tiger.

Beside him is Wang Yifang who was wearing a blue shirt today, they met on the road.

Originally, Wang Fang was sitting in a carriage, and when he saw Zhao Wujiang walking, he also got out of the car on a whim and followed Zhao Wujiang, chatting constantly along the way.

Soon, they came to the gate of Shangshu Provincial Palace.

The ceremonial staff shouted loudly:

"The proctor is here!"

The crowd followed the sound, and saw not far away, a young man with a rich spirit and Yulang and a middle-aged man with a calm temperament walking slowly. They all had glazed blue jade plaques hanging around their waists, which were the certificates of the invigilators. .

When the students saw the ceremony, they marveled at Zhao Wujiang's handsome and extraordinary face, and at the same time lamented that he became a proctor of the imperial examination at a young age, which is really surprising.

When Cui Anshan saw Zhao Wujiang, who was so handsome now, he said in his heart that he looked familiar. I seem to have seen this invigilator somewhere.

He thought for a while, but he still didn't recognize Zhao Wujiang, whose image and temperament had changed drastically.

Seeing Zhao Wujiang coming, Zhu Youci, the servant of the Ministry of Officials, sneered in his heart, and the light in his eyes flowed.

"Master Zhao!"

With a smile on his face, he quickly stepped forward to meet Zhao Wujiang.

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Why is the servant so enthusiastic today? Zhao Wujiang was surprised when he saw Zhu Youci's face smiling like a chrysanthemum.

"Everyone, this is Mr. Zhao Wujiang."

Zhu Youci, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, expressed emotion and introduced it to everyone.

"Do you know who is the poet of the Qingping tune that is now full of Chang'an?"

Zhu Youci smiled and said to Zhu Chengxiao with his eyes, "It's the examiner next to me, Mr. Zhao Wujiang!"

As soon as the words were finished, the poor students burst into exclamations. Unexpectedly, Qing Ping, who was well-known in Chang'an City as a poet, was actually the proctor of the imperial examination.

On the side of the noble children, bursts of noise and doubts erupted.

"How could it be Master Zhao? It's obviously Brother Cui's work."

"Hmph, Mr. Zhao looks handsome, but he has a dark heart. I have never seen such a brazen person. It was clearly done by Brother Cui, but it was him."

Zhu Chengxiao stood up and questioned the opportunity:

"My lord, as far as I know, there is someone else who is a poet, brother Cui Anshan Cui from Qinghe Cui family!"

Wang Yifang said angrily: "You junior, what nonsense are you talking about? If you say this poem was written by the sons of the Qinghe Cui family, then it really was written by him?"

"My lord, I'm not talking nonsense. There are many people behind me who can testify for me. The person who wrote the poem is Cui Anshan, Brother Cui. It's not Zhao Wujiang, Mr. Zhao."

"That's right, the person who wrote the poem was Brother Cui Anshan, we already knew about it at the dinner that day."

"Brother Cui is a member of the Cui family of Qinghe. He has outstanding talent. He participated in the poetry meeting in the harem that day, and then this poem came out. So if the person who wrote the poem wasn't Brother Cui, who else could it be?"

"Yes, I can also testify!"

Among the noble children, more and more people stood up and testified for Zhu Chengxiao.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Youci, the servant of the Ministry of Officials, looked more and more complacent, and his smile was almost from ear to ear.

"Zhao Wujiang, Zhao Wujiang, you don't have any talent to show your talent, but you want to claim your reputation as a poet. Let me see how you end up today!!"

"I didn't expect you, Mr. Zhao, to deceive us! I admired Mr. Zhao before, but I didn't expect Mr. Zhao to be such a person who cheats the world and steals his name. I am ashamed."

"Lord Zhu!"

Someone spoke and directly interrupted the words of Zhu Youci, the servant of the Ministry of officials.

He frowned, looked angrily, and found that it was an examinee wearing a gray Confucian shirt.

Everyone followed the sound.

Zhang Weimin's expression in gray was indifferent, and his expression did not change because of the many eyes on him.

He saluted first, then straightened his waist, and said loudly:

"Master Zhu, it's still too early to draw conclusions!"

"Why is it too early? So many people are witnesses, how do we need to draw conclusions?"

Zhang Weimin asked rhetorically, "Are you so confident that the poem was written by Cui Anshan? Or did you all witness it in the palace when you wrote it?"

It is true that no one has seen it, and everyone is talking about it for a while.

Zhu Chengxiao snorted angrily, his eyes were cold: "This poem will come out of the harem poetry club. At that time, there were only a few people in the poetry club. Who else has this talent but Brother Cui?"

"This statement is wrong. There are many talented people in the world, and you have not seen it with your own eyes. Now you have no evidence and no evidence. You only slander Mr. Zhao based on your own imagination? Regarding your words, I believe Mr. Zhao is the right one. Poet writer, if not, why did he become an invigilator?"

Zhang Weimin's eyes are sharp and his voice is loud.

Zhao Wujiang smiled, this kid is a bit interesting.

On the other hand, Zhu Chengxiao became even more annoyed and said: "Hmph, you are a poor scholar, you can't even eat enough, do you insist on mixing it? What qualifications do you have to judge this matter? Go back to your hometown and farm !"

Zhang Weimin was not angry: "Although we are poor, we have high aspirations, and you"

He looked at Zhu Chengxiao, shook his head in disdain, and said: "And you, although you are dressed in fine clothes, are full of crap!"

"You!" Zhu Chengxiao's expression became more ferocious, he wanted to shame Zhao Wujiang, but why did he get in the way halfway.

"You country bumpkin, do you know where this is? This is Chang'an! Chang'an! I want you to walk around without eating!"

Snapped----

A crisp sound suddenly echoed.

The audience suddenly fell silent.

Everyone looked at this scene in astonishment, only to see that Zhao Wujiang had just slapped Zhu Chengxiao on the face, making him stagger.

Zhu Chengxiao's mouth was full of blood, his expression was in a daze, and he was stunned by the sudden slap.

"Master Zhao! What do you mean!"

Zhu Youci's expression changed drastically, seeing his nephew lying on the ground covering his cheeks, he roared angrily.

Zhao Wujiang looked at him coldly, took out the imperial gold medal from his inner sleeve, and tied it around his waist.

A glazed green invigilator jade plaque and a bright yellow imperial gold plaque collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

"Have you acted enough?" Zhao Wujiang looked indifferent and his voice was indifferent.

"I, you. I don't know what you are talking about, Mr. Zhao?"

"If you don't know what I'm talking about? Then you should hear me!"

Zhao Wujiang looked at Zhu Youci coldly, then looked around at the crowd, looked at the noble disciples, and said with disdain: "Do you think that Qingping Diao was made by Cui Anshan?"

"Who isn't he? Master Zhao, I don't believe you really know how to compose poetry!"

"I can't do you?"

Seeing this incident getting bigger and a bunch of people staring at him, Zhao Wujiang was helpless.

This is really forcing me to pretend!

"I said I don't know how to compose poetry, listen up!"

(End of this chapter)

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