Chang'an is good

Although Sister Chang did not take the imperial examination, she was better than the imperial examination, but she is one of the beneficiaries of this imperial examination.

Song Xian is the number one Huiyuan today, and if he passes the palace examination another day, he might be the No. [-] Yuangong, but no matter how tall he stands, he was once defeated by her younger sister Chang, and this identity cannot be torn away no matter what.

The greater his reputation, the higher the reputation of Chang's younger sister.

According to this, Song Xian worked so hard for the imperial examination, but he was also working hard for the reputation of sister Chang.

Although sister Chang's prestige surpasses his now, who would think too much of prestige?

I never thought that the previous game of chess was not played tightly, and the "stamina" was so great.

Wu Chunbai thought jokingly, when she was leading the maid through the lobby to the "Bamboo Courtyard" where Yao Xia and the others often met, she could only hear the noise of footsteps in front of her, and a group of people in long gowns were crowding around Walking with a young literati.

"...Congratulations to brother Tan Xian, you finally don't have to endure three years of intense heat and cold winter!"

"Congratulations and congratulations! But what we should congratulate most is clarity!"

"Exactly...Brother Song is overjoyed today!"

clear?

Clear is the meaning of clear, clear, obvious.

When Wu Chunbai heard it, he knew it was Song Xianzhi's signature, and subconsciously looked forward.

There were more than ten people in that group, some were dressed in literati shirts, and some were dressed as Guozijian students. The young people surrounded by them had regular eyebrows.

There were many people who were more excited than him. They walked and talked without looking at the road, and almost bumped into Wu Chunbai.

Song Xian saw the person coming ahead, and raised his hand to stop the friend and classmate behind him in time.

The few people in front apologized to Wu Chunbai with a smile and raised their hands. When people are in good spirits on happy occasions, they also apologize with a smile.

Song Xian is a student from out of town, and he doesn't have a house in Beijing. Before that, he has been living in the student dormitory of the Imperial College. Today the list is released, and he and his classmates from Xunmei Society came to the Listening Hall to wait for the news.

He is introverted, he doesn't like to show it, he didn't go to see the list in person, it was Tan Li and others who stayed at the place where the apricot list was posted, and as soon as they got the result, they rushed to look for Song Xian.

Running too fast on the road, Tan Li, who is also on the list, was in high spirits. He didn't even realize that his purse was lost. He ran outside the listening hall, and Tan Li realized that his waist was empty. Reluctantly said——forget it, I am very happy today, I just want to spread my wealth and share the joy with the people of the capital.

It's just that the strength of this mutual joy is destined to be limited, after all, there are only two copper coins in his purse.

Tan Li's good friend is over forty years old and has finally graduated from high school. Although this person is the oldest among the group of literati at this time, he is also the most ecstatic, because he has personally experienced what he has experienced many times before. Only after the suffering of being squeezed out by the gentry, can I understand how difficult it is to get the body of Jinshi now.

The candidates who stayed with them at the place where the rankings were released, but who unfortunately failed the rankings, dispersed in depression and did not follow them again. First, they were shameless, and second, they had a gap in their hearts. They knew that they could not share the joy of others with a normal heart. I don't want to spoil other people's interest in celebrating, so it's better to clean up my mood first.

Therefore, those candidates who failed the rankings only asked Tan Li and the two to congratulate Song Xian on their behalf.

At this moment, except for the three high school students Song Xian, most of the others are the Imperial College students, or they have not yet made a name for themselves, or they do not plan to take the imperial examination to become an official. Joy.

Faced with the feeling of triumphant spring breeze rushing to his face, Wu Chunbai smiled slightly and blessed them, and said: "Congratulations to everyone for this high school."

Tan Li and the others didn't expect the girl who was almost bumped by them to congratulate, so they all looked over at this moment.

The other party was wearing a sky blue spring shirt and a moon white skirt. Her buns were neatly combed, and a pair of orchid hairpins were on her. Her demeanor was straight and elegant, and there was a decent and relaxed smile on her pretty face.

Her clothes are simple but not simple, and the female envoy behind her is also well-mannered. One can tell at a glance that she is from a wealthy and scholarly family, and looking at the relaxed atmosphere around her, she is by no means an ordinary lady who stays in a high cabinet all day long.

Song Xian didn't look directly at the other party until the woman's voice sounded again and mentioned him alone.

"I've heard about Song Huiyuan's name earlier, and since he is the number one in the apricot list today, he is indeed the number one in the emperor's list." The voice said with a smile: "The imperial examination is coming soon. I hope that in the future, we can see Song Huiyuan ride the number one horse and see all the flowers in Chang'an."

Only then did Song Xian look up, and met those extremely sincere eyes.

The sincerity made him startled slightly, he had never met this girl before.

He quickly withdrew his gaze and subconsciously raised his hand to thank: "Excuse me."

After Wu Chunbai nodded and saluted, he smiled and took the envoy away.

"...that's the daughter of Wu Siqing from Taichang Temple, and her grandfather is Mr. Wu! A well-known talented woman, a girl from the Wu family!" a member of the Xunmei Club said in a low voice.

"I also remembered, I saw her and Mrs. Chang going in and out of this place together!"

This last sentence caught Song Xian's attention even more.

Mrs. Chang's friend?

He turned his head and looked at the back of the girl who had gone away.

The elderly Jinshi stroked his beard and said meaningfully: "This little girl just wished Mingxi the number one scholar in high school, shouldn't it be..."

Immediately, a prison student raised his hand with bright eyes and booed: "I know, I will catch my son-in-law under the list!"

"Yes, yes, Brother Song is at the top of the list. When we leave the gate of this music hall, I don't know how many high-ranking officials and dignitaries are waiting for their girls to be married!"

"This girl from the Wu family is a first-class talented woman. Speaking of which, it's better than Brother Song..."

Song Xianwei frowned slightly, and stopped the students from continuing: "Don't talk nonsense, it's just a matter of polluting your daughter's reputation."

Before he was in high school, he had some prestige among his classmates, and the Xunmei Club he formed was even known as the No. [-] Poetry Club of Guozijian, so his words have always carried weight, let alone now.

Those scholars and literati all stopped laughing.

"No..." Tan Li thought for a moment, but said, "From my point of view, it doesn't look like some kind of list to catch a son-in-law, but rather..."

What does it look like?
Everyone looked at him.

"It can be seen that she is really looking forward to Brother Song's high school champion..." Tan Li said in a low voice, "It's probably because Brother Song is more glorious, so he will also add glory to Mrs. Chang. After all, Brother Song was listening here before. In the museum, everyone knows that he was defeated by Mrs. Chang..."

Song Xian's expression froze: "..."

It sounded outrageous at first, but after careful consideration, it actually seemed reasonable.

In this reasonableness, there is a sense of two-pointed immorality.

The same feelings also appeared in other people's minds.

Having said this, why do you feel that Brother Song is responsible for the imperial examinations, but at the same time glorifies Mrs. Chang's door?
It should be noted that this should be the glory that can only be enjoyed by being a noble person... In other words, Mrs. Chang has enjoyed the treatment of being a noble person!
This conclusion made everyone silent for a moment.

It doesn't matter what you think in your heart. Someone wanted to take the opportunity to show the camp, so they hurriedly asked: "...well, this girl from the Wu family, I thought she was sincerely congratulating Brother Song, but I didn't expect to hide such thoughts! In the future, her Poetry, I will never read it again!"

Tan Li smiled and said, "You can't say that, it's a win-win situation."

Everyone: "..."

This kind of win-win approach is really unheard of.

A literati coughed lightly and reminded Tan Li: "On the day of great joy, don't mention the old things..."

Who would want to hear the mention of that embarrassing defeat in the past in their glorious days?
Tan Li smiled nonchalantly.

As far as he knew, Song Xian came here today not only to wait for the results of the apricot list, but also to inquire about Mrs. Chang, no, General Ning Yuan.

"It's okay, this old matter should be mentioned repeatedly today." Song Xian's tone was not at all unhappy, and it was obvious that he was not talking irony or self-sarcasm.

Everyone exchanged glances curiously, only Tan Li understood with a smile.

After walking a few more steps, Song Xian turned his head and looked at the stone table quietly placed under a ginkgo tree not far away.

He seems to have seen the scene of playing chess with Chang Suining here last year.

At this time, he looked from the perspective of a bystander, and what he saw was his own arrogance, narrowness, prejudice, and inferiority complex that he did not want to admit deep in his heart.

All these things put him in a state of contradiction and tension, and because of this, he was blinded and stuck in his own way.

Looking back, he must have lost that day, and he lost well.

This conclusion was not reached in a day or two. He had replayed that game by himself again and again, especially every time he heard news about her and sent it back to the capital.

In the replays again and again, he became more and more aware of the kindness and kindness of the person who won him back then.

He gradually realized that the chess game that day was not even called a game of chess, because of the disparity between the two sides, they shouldn't have sat at the same place and played such a game of chess.

And as the news of her came back, it just confirmed what he felt during the chess game. She was supposed to be the roc soaring in the sky. the wind.

In comparison, he who thought he was superior to her and looked down on her with prejudice at the beginning was ridiculously overconfident.

But looking back, she never really targeted him, and never got angry because of his superficiality and rudeness. In that chess game, she could have won him more easily and made him lose face, but she didn't.

She is very roundabout, and there is a gentleness in it.

She even proposed to play two more rounds with him, winning two out of three rounds. After a long time, he believed that if there were two more rounds, she would let him win one round to preserve his face.

But at that time, he had already been frightened by her display of arrogance during the chess game, he was still a bit cautious, suspected that she would frustrate him again and again, so he didn't dare to play chess with her again.

On the eve of the test, he once again restored the chess game.

That time, he was distracted and thought a lot, including what she did in the Confucian Temple, so he inexplicably felt another person's breath among the black and white chess pieces.

The person who saved him when he was young has also saved many people in the world.

Although the two are a man and a woman, they passed away for a lifetime, but both of them gave him the same feeling - those who are strong and benevolent, will not compete with and do not have to compete with the vegetation and flowers, stand on a high place, but not overpower Others, but are pity guarding the world.

At that moment, he looked at the chessboard quietly under the moon, suddenly became enlightened, felt the surging breath of heaven and earth in silence, his heart sympathized, and finally saw the awe-inspiring spirit that can truly last forever in the world from ancient times to the present.

Only when the prophet himself is small can he see the vastness of the world.

He needs this loss in his life.

After losing to the other party that day, he should fulfill his promise to call a teacher, losing to her is not ashamed at all, and it is definitely not because of being fooled by her.

That day he felt that he would not be able to step down from the stage, but she said: [Only one who solves people's doubts can be a teacher.If Song Juren thinks that my words are useful for dispelling confusion, if you want to worship a teacher in the future, it will not be too late to do so. 】

He should worship.

She is a very good teacher.

The final question of this exam is about policy theory, and the always strict Taifu Chu personally set the questions.

The style of policy and theory, apart from talent and learning, can also be seen in people's nature. If the mind is slightly shaken and deviated, the writing will be completely different.

If it were him in the past who thought he was so self-important that he was so arrogant, he might be in danger of failing this time.

Just like the poems and essays he wrote before, he also wanted to use the hand of Qiao Jijiu to let Taifu Chu give advice and comment on his behalf, but there has been no reply.

But this time, he was the first name chosen by the Taifu.

The difference is so great that it cannot be achieved without his epiphany.

Where did the opportunity for this epiphany come from, he knew better than anyone else.

It was he who wanted to thank her, not her for his glory.

In addition, this great victory in Bianshui is for the unexpected victory of Qi Sheng, Qi Sheng's extraordinary achievements, and her name will be spread all over the world. From then on, who in the world dare not know you?

Why do these people need to borrow the name of Song Xian?

She had won such a beautiful victory, and he still had another battle to fight.

They each have their own battlefields. Although he is small, he should go all out.

One day, when we meet again, he will first apologize and then thank you.

……

In the evening, the well-known Xinke Scholars on the list gathered together in the Dengtai Tower, drinking fine wine and writing poems of success. The scenery is boundless and high-spirited.

After drinking for three rounds, it was rare for Meng Lie to come forward in person and invite Hui Yuan to leave a poem and hang it in the building. If Hui Yuan is willing to appreciate it, Meng Lie will be the host today.

Everyone gathered around Song Xian and asked him to compose poems - this is a glorious thing, and it can save a lot of money for drinks!

Song Xian had no choice but to compose a poem on the spot, which attracted countless praises.

These praises are not just out of flattery, or because of drinking alcohol. In their eyes, Song Juren, who has always been calm and introverted, actually has a grandiose ambition in this poem, like a thousand troops have already launched, and the river is rushing forward. .

Meng Lie also exclaimed in amazement, although he doesn't know how to compose poetry, but he has eyes, otherwise how could His Royal Highness have chosen him alone to be the shopkeeper of the restaurant?

Meng Lie could tell from everyone's reactions that this was a very good poem, which would definitely bring him a lot of business, so he immediately had it hung in the building.

"Wait a minute—"

When the two men climbed up to hang, they suddenly heard Song Xian by the fence speak.

Meng Lie smiled and asked: "Song Huiyuan, but what's wrong?"

Song Xian looked at the picture of tigers in the mountains and forests that was at the same height as the one held by the clerk, and said sincerely: "Please hang Song's clumsy work a little lower, thank you for your trouble."

……

The lights in the Dengtai Tower were brightly lit. As early as this morning, the city had ordered the temporary lifting of the curfew, and celebrated seven days from top to bottom.

The lifting of the curfew to celebrate the unveiling of the exam is unprecedented in previous years, and among the top candidates on the apricot list, seven out of ten are from poor families, which has never happened before.

This is the emperor's determination to reuse the poor family, and this determination has finally been implemented and paid off. This big congratulation is an act of showing off the imperial power's temporary victory in the competition with the gentry.

In addition, Xu Zhengye is dead, and his head will soon be presented to the imperial court. For the emperor, these days are indeed double blessings, and they should be congratulated. To reassure the recently shaken people's hearts.

As for whether everything is really as stable and prosperous as it appears on the surface, most people are unable to judge, just like the people in the capital who are cheering and celebrating at this moment, they have never had the ability to jump out of this brightly lit bustling place to see farther away .

……

The next day, Song Xian and other Jinshi who had been taught in the Imperial College returned to the Imperial College to kowtow to their teacher and offer wine to Qiao.

Song Xian and others went to Qiao Jijiu's residence and drank tea and talked in the outer hall. Many supervisors also came to join in the fun, and it was very lively for a while.

At noon, Qiao Jijiu prepared some thin wine and fatty fish, together with the bacon and fruits brought by Song Xian and the others, they made a table of dishes, and the teachers and students sat and drank together.

Qiao Yumian had dinner alone in his courtyard, and taking advantage of the spring, he took the envoy out for a walk, and when he reached the lotus pond, he simply sat down on a stone by the pond to bask in the sun.

In the afternoon, the spring sun is warm, and there seems to be the breath of lotus leaves stretching in the spring water. Qiao Yumian, whose eyes are covered with soft gauze, feels the increasingly bright world, and feels that he is also recovering with the world.

Thinking of the news about Ningning she heard yesterday and yesterday, she was in a good mood for a moment, so she told the maid: "Xiaoqiu, go and get some fruit wine, and some fruit, let's celebrate one or two."

Congratulations to Ning Ning.

Seeing that her mood became clearer day by day, Xiaoqiu was also very happy, so she responded with a smile, and after a few words of advice, she went back to get the fruit wine.

After a while, Qiao Yumian heard footsteps behind her.

She subconsciously turned her head slightly, the surroundings were very quiet, her hearing was amplified, she could hear that it was not Xiaoqiu's footsteps, but rather...

"Cui Liulang?" Qiao Yumian asked tentatively.

4800 word update, just a little make up. I asked for leave yesterday. My waist is better today, but I still feel numb after sitting for a while. I am recovering, and the blood is slowly returning~ Good night!