Dao fellow initiates

With a good start, it naturally aroused the excitement of the people present.

To them, getting rewards is only second, and the most important thing is to get the appreciation of several His Highnesses, which is the most important thing.

For example, if this Wang Mian is true to his name, diligent and studious, and gets a good rank in the imperial examination two years later, he will naturally be able to rely on the appreciation of the Sixth Highness to rise to the top and completely get rid of his humble status. There is a place for him.

At this time, several voices came from several other boxes.

"It's the first one, King Jing can't help but make a move?" It was Zhou Qing's voice, and he was a little optimistic about this person.

Born in poverty, hardworking and talented, they are worth wooing. I wanted to observe and observe again, but Zhou Min took the lead, and I was somewhat dissatisfied.

Zhou Min smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry for disturbing the second brother, the sixth brother is here! It's just that as a scholar, I admire these poor students the most. It's always good to help and encourage."

Zhou Qing snorted in his heart, but did not speak.

What does this say?
No matter how he refuted, he would definitely offend the students below, so he just shut up.

I thought that King Jing was really powerful, and he was worthy of being appointed by his father to be able to fight against Lin Xiang in the future.

The third prince, Zhou Mi, wanted to say something at first, but seeing that Zhou Qing was deflated by the other party as soon as he opened his mouth, he didn't show up immediately, and became a spectator.

Through the cloud window, Yun Shu glanced at the box where Zhou Min was, and couldn't help thinking about it secretly.

There is no doubt that the sixth prince, that is, King Jing, must be with the prince. No matter who he is, he is a strong enemy, especially when the prince leaves the customs. The situation will definitely be a big obstacle for them at that time.

Just at this moment, another talented person came up to the stands and recited a poem without getting sick. He didn't get much response, and ran off the stage embarrassingly, and got into the crowd.

This happened several times in succession, causing the people present to boo.

Zhou Xun couldn't help but sighed: "If we talk about Zhou Wu Wen Lue No. 1, apart from Liu Qingge who didn't take part in the palace examination, it should be Ming Shuchen, the eldest son of the Ministry of Rites Shang Shuming!"

"It's a pity that he is aloof and arrogant. I don't bother to come to this kind of place. Otherwise, it would be worthwhile to get a poem from him."

Ming Shuchen!
Yang Mu remembered the name, last year's champion of the new subject, but that was also because Liu Qing did not participate in the final palace examination, otherwise it is not known who the champion will be!

Speaking of this, he only wished he couldn't bring Liu Qing in, otherwise, with his literary talent, he would definitely beat this group of two hundred and five. The academic master is not something I can compare.

"I heard that Bai Xiu, the second son of the Minister of War, is also amazing in literature. Did you see him today?"

Yang Mu suddenly remembered that little character who had appeared in only three episodes, who was still bullying Liu Qing at that time, but now that he saw him, he might not even be able to spit out a word!

"Bai Xiu? Presumably he came with Bai Shaogong!"

Just as he was talking, he saw this person walking up to the stands, and he couldn't help laughing: "Just now when we talked about it, I saw someone coming, and the person coming on stage at this moment is the second son of Grand Duke Bai."

Seriously talking about Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be here, and Yang Mu didn't expect the opportunity to slap him in the face so soon.

Hearing the reputation and looking around, the face that had been somewhat blurred in memory became clear again at this moment, it was Bai Xiu who provoked Liu Qingge with his words in the restaurant that day.

Liu Qing, Liu Qing, today your good brother is here to avenge you... Yang Mu couldn't help laughing out loud.

"why are you laughing?"

Zhou Ce's voice rang in Yang Mu's ears.

Yang Mu was slightly taken aback, but he didn't expect to be noticed by the devil boy. Fortunately, he was quick-witted, and hurriedly said: "This water spirit fruit is very delicious, sweet to the heart, and naturally makes me laugh."

As he spoke, he pointed to the plate of grape-like but seedless and very sweet fruit on the table.

Zhou Ce heard that, grabbed a handful and fed it into his mouth, it was really delicious to laugh, and asked why he didn't see it just now, when the maid was about to step up to answer, Zhou Xun interrupted: "I just asked someone to serve it for my brother. "

The maid was bewildered, and suddenly remembered the temperament of the seventh prince, and couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine, and looked at Zhou Xun with gratitude.

Seeing the latter winking at her, the maid was suddenly so ashamed that her cheeks turned red.

Yang Mu saw all this in his eyes, and suddenly had some different views on the fourth prince.

At this time, Bai Xiu who didn't know when to arrive on the first floor walked up to the stands.

Meng'er naturally knows the famous Bai Xiu. Although he is not as gifted in martial arts as his brother, he is extremely famous in terms of literary talent. Only under Ming Shuchen, there are quite a few people who know him.

"Mr. Bai is here, so I must have some advice!" Meng'er complimented.

Bai Xiu pretended to be reserved, and coquettishly shook his folding fan and said, "I don't dare to teach you, but to make friends with literature."

"Master Bai is too modest!"

"How can I compare myself to Young Master Bai?"

"That is, Mr. Bai is now entering the Imperial Academy, I am afraid that his literary talent is even more extraordinary."

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Following the voices of flattery, Bai Xiu couldn't help but feel a little flustered, as if Ming Shuchen was here, and he wasn't afraid at all.

"Cough cough!"

With the sound of a voice in the box, the noise below suddenly quieted down, and even Bai Xiu restrained the smile on his face.

Seeing this, Meng'er hurried forward and said, "Master Bai, did you have a masterpiece?"

Bai Xiu smiled confidently: "Of course!"

Meng'er was delighted in her heart, she never expected that such a big person would be present at this literary meeting, she immediately nodded her head, stepped back a few steps, and gave him the stand.

Bai Xiu looked at the crowd, with a bit of arrogance, and said in a loud voice: "Xu Feiqiong's hair is a brocade character, and I will look at him and make all things spring. After reading the ancient Sansong Ci, I will be rejuvenated, and I will be my soul after death."

As soon as these golden sentences came out, everyone was amazed, even the princes in the wing room on the second floor nodded secretly, thinking that they deserved to be the second place in the new department last year, and they really are not at the same level as these ordinary people.

Even if the so-called literati are arrogant, everyone present at the moment can't help admiring that the other party's literary background really far surpasses their own.

Bai Xiu had a panoramic view of everyone's expressions, and he was very proud. With him here today, no one can surpass him. He is just a group of foils. One day, he will also be able to attract everyone's attention and gather all the highlights.

However, at this moment, a figure jumped down from the attic of the wing room and landed firmly on the ground.

White shirt and long sleeves, not very handsome, but he seemed to be a young man with the character of elegance in his bones, walking towards the stands, just like the so-called coarse cloth wrapping his life, with a poetic spirit in his belly, nothing more than If so.

Seeing him approaching, everyone couldn't help but make way for him, they were all overwhelmed by his aura, and they unconsciously got a head shorter.

Bai Xiu couldn't help frowning when he looked at the person coming. He had only seen this kind of demeanor in Lin Xianghe Ming Shuchen, even the talented King Jing, but today, he saw it. The third person suddenly became serious.

I saw Yang Mu striding up to the stands, spread out the folding fan in his hand, and sneered: "There is no one here who can fight!"

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