Planning to marry the third master

Feng Zhuohua left the house today disguised as a man. I heard that Mr. Lang Yan often visited the Golden Terrace, which is a place where capable people recruit talented people. There is a saying in Bianjing that women are famous for their Poetry and Painting Building, while men are famous for their Golden Terrace. After getting the name, she will naturally be seen by the upper class. Today she went to meet Mr. Lang Yan.

However, when she went out today, she felt someone was watching her. She has been looking for this home in Bianjing for a long time. This doorway is not something ordinary people can find. Unless they follow her home, it is difficult to know which home she is going to in this area. When I turned around and looked around, I saw nothing. The scattered people were all minding their own business.

Ji Xiang looked like a young boy today, following Feng Zhuohua as he looked around and said, "Miss, what are you looking at?"

Finding nothing, Feng Zhuohua shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

On weekdays, double happiness follows, and today it is auspicious to have the opportunity to go out and be honored.

The Golden Terrace is located next to the Poetry and Painting Building. What are the entry requirements for the Golden Terrace? The first is fame and the second is debate.

Feng Zhuohua had never passed the merit examination, and the prerequisite for entry was debate.

It was three o'clock in the hour, when all the ministers went to court, so it was naturally not early. There were already three or three people sitting together in the building. The doorman who could enter would naturally recognize the person, and those who could not, like Feng Zhuohua, would naturally be blocked from the door.

Feng Zhuohua was dressed in a green shirt, handsome and graceful, and his manners and manners were no different from those of a scholar. He knew the rules when he came, and said in a low voice: "I have no reputation, you can come up with the questions."

The doorman looked at Feng Zhuohua, looked surprised, nodded and said, "Wait a moment."

For such a rare question, it was natural to ask the people in charge to come up with the question.

Not long after, a gentleman in his forties came out. He had a trademark goatee on his chin and looked like an old scholar. He looked at Feng Zhuohua. He looked young, but not young. If he didn’t have any fame, One is that he is not good at studying, and the other is that he has some talent and knowledge, but his family is poor and cannot afford to support him. But looking at his clothes, he didn't look like someone from a poor family, so he asked, "Why don't you take the exam for merit, young master?"

Feng Zhuohua said calmly: "Everyone has his own ambitions, and there are many roads, not just fame. No, I will naturally take this shortcut."

So arrogant.

Those who heard it stopped to watch, and as soon as someone came to see the excitement, one of them was about to get out of the carriage, and when he heard the sound, he returned to the carriage.

If the debate is exciting, it is difficult to hear it.

He raised the curtains and looked at the handsome man. He recognized him at a glance and couldn't help but be surprised as to what she was doing here.

The husband looked at Feng Zhuohua and said, "Young man, shortcuts are not easy to take."

"I know, sir, please give me the question."

Mr. Qiu thought for a while. He touched his beard and said, "Writing poetry is already a child's play, so how about talking about the historical sages?"

Feng Zhuohua looked calm, nodded, and said, "Please give me a question."

"Everyone in the world knows about the seven-step poem. Tell me your views and opinions on the seven-step poem."

Feng Zhuohua lowered his eyes, pondered for a moment and said: "When it comes to seven-step poetry, I have to mention the Marquis of Linzi, Cao Zhi. All literati and students look up to his talent. It was Cao Pi who asked him to write poetry at that time. Cao Pi was naturally not low in knowledge. But why did the seven-step poem have a title? Does it really want him to die? What the gentleman wants to ask is actually, does the seven-step poem want Cao Zhi to die, or is it a deliberate attempt to let him go? Is that okay?"

The gentleman touched his beard and smiled, indicating his approval and said: "Continue."

Feng Zhuohua said: "How can a person who can write Luo Shen Fu not be able to write a seven-step poem? Cao Pi really doesn't understand Cao Zhi's talent? In fact, at that time, if he really killed his brother with his own hands, he would be cold-blooded and ruthless, and he would kill his brothers with his own hands. I'm afraid he will have to bear the infamy for a thousand years, but a seven-step poem not only gave him a step down, but also clearly gave Cao Zhi a way to survive. Perhaps at the time, this was the best choice."

Mr. Qiu looked at Feng Zhuohua and said, "Continue."

Sure enough, you can't get in just by chatting with him. Feng Zhuohua continued: "I think the most difficult thing for Chaozhi is not to face his brother Cao Pi, but to face all kinds of officials who make it difficult for him to return to the fiefdom. Since ancient times, The king defeated the bandits, but the defeated hou was also the emperor's younger brother. Why didn't he take him seriously? This is the reason why these scholars studied only for the power of imperial examinations and became officials. When they became officials, they did not keep their original aspirations. ." The more he spoke, the sharper and sharper he became, even going off topic.

The old gentleman said: "Okay, I already know that the young master is a man who has read a lot of poetry and books. Please come in."

Feng Zhuohua nodded. Along the way, his husband also wanted to hear Feng Zhuohua’s opinion that familiar people don’t stick to their original intentions, so he didn’t pay attention to the man getting off the carriage.

King Yu curled his lips, it seemed that he didn't fully understand her yet.