Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 49: Zhang Weimin, the champion of the new division!

"Don't talk nonsense. The imperial examinations are always clear. If anyone is admitted to the top prize, he will be the one. Why should I wait for reference?"

"Then ask someone to make a recommendation before the exam, and if you don't mess with your name during the exam, is it clear?"

"You dare to question the Duke of the Imperial Examination, you do what you want!"

"Hmph, shame and companionship!"

"Then get out!"

After finishing speaking, the two were about to pinch each other and were pulled away by the crowd.

Then another said:

"Why do you think it must be a child of a high-ranking family? Maybe it's a child of a poor family!"

"Cut! Come on, the family background is different from the beginning, and the subsequent gap will gradually widen, just like a gap. It is difficult for a poor family to come out of a great roc."

"Brother, don't say that. You look at Zhang Weimin, don't you still feel full of confidence? Haha... Tell me, Zhang Weimin, tell me, who do you think the number one scholar will be?"

Zhang Weimin stood quietly in the crowd, with a calm expression on his face, listening to the ridicule of the students in brocade clothes, his face did not change at all, and his tone was firm.

"I!"

As soon as Zhang Weimin finished speaking, bursts of unabashed contempt and ridicule came from the crowd.

"Phoenixes cannot grow out of native chickens!"

The young man in Chinese clothes waved his folding fan, shook his head and said.

"Let's go!" Zhao Wujiang's face was full of majesty, and his voice was cold.

As soon as the man in Chinese clothes slapped his folding fan, he was about to retort, but when he saw Zhao Wujiang approaching, he was terrified in his heart, and hurriedly clasped his fists in salute:

"See Mr. Zhao!"

Zhao Wujiang ignored it and went straight to the east wall.

The Minister of Rites followed behind with a bright yellow silk cloth.

Everyone saluted one after another, and many beautiful and bright girls exclaimed.

"It's Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao is here. He is so handsome."

"Yes, yes, if you ask me, he is the number one scholar."

"He is full of talent, and he doesn't need to take the imperial examination at all, and he can be famous all over the world... He is really, so rich."

"..."

"But the Minister of Rites looks so old..."

If you praise him, praise him, step on a bunch of them and take him to the official for what... The Minister of Rites raised his eyebrows and shook his head helplessly. He spread the bright yellow silk cloth and said loudly:

"My officer, by the holy order, announce the champion of the new subject!"

The crowd held their breath.

The Minister of Rites cleared his throat: "In the sixth year of Yonghui, the number one scholar in the imperial examination: Zhang Weimin!"

……

As the Minister of Rites uttered the name of Zhuangyuan Lang, all the talents and beauties erupted in exclamation.

They didn't expect that the number one scholar would really fall into the hands of the poor.

Seeing the situation, some people changed their faces one after another, and kept congratulating Zhang Weimin.

Zhang Weimin's eyes widened. Although he was firm and confident, his mood was still surging when he learned that he was really the number one scholar.

"Humph!"

The young man in Chinese clothes who had just taunted Zhang Weimin looked at the compliments on everyone's faces, his eyes were full of jealousy, he slapped his folding fan, and said in a cold voice:

"It's just good luck for a while, so what if he suddenly gained power? With his family background, his dull appearance, and lack of support in the court, he will inevitably end up in a dismal end. Even if he enters the imperial examination today, he will not be able to erase the memory of his birth." Humble!"

"You! What are you..." A student was about to defend Zhang Weimin, but someone grabbed him and whispered in his ear: "Shen Yan, he is the beloved son of the Taifu."

"It's not enough to praise the dirty days of the past!"

Zhao Wujiang spoke loudly, like a spring breeze blowing his face.

Everyone searched for the sound and heard Zhao Wujiang composing a poem:

"In the past, it was not enough to boast about being so dirty, but now there is no limit to debauchery.

The spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe disease, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day. "

Zhao Wujiang looked at Zhang Weimin with his hands behind his back, and he used poems to rescue Zhang Weimin.

"This poem, I wrote today! It's called "A Gift to Zhang Weimin on Enrollment Day"."

hiss----

Everyone savored this poem carefully, and the audience was shocked and envious!

Mr. Zhao personally bestowed a poem on the champion of the new department!

"Master Zhao's poem, the meaning of the first half of the sentence should be to tell Zhang Weimin that the poverty and hardships of the past are no longer worth mentioning, and today the day of the gold list is in high spirits."

"Master Zhao is so talented!"

"The next sentence is to guide Zhang Weimin to ride his horse against the majestic spring breeze all over the city, and admire the famous flowers in Chang'an within one day!"

Hearing everyone's analysis, how could Zhang Weimin, the person involved, not know.

He stared at Zhao Wujiang's smiling face in a daze, and he read Zhao Wujiang's encouragement and exhortation to him in the poem.

Mr. Zhao, this is to let me not have to care about my past, not to be influenced by others, and to be a person who is always energetic, tolerant and enthusiastic!

Lord Zhao, be my teacher!

Zhang Weimin was full of thoughts, he bowed to Zhao Wujiang.

"Exemption."

Zhao Wujiang looked dignified and his tone was serious:

"I will send you two more sentences.

The first sentence, but don't ask about your future when you do good deeds.

The second sentence was also given to me by my eldest brother Wang Yifang, and today I will give it to you again:

Our generation of scholars should do great things! "

(End of this chapter)