At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

Following Yang Bingwen into the courtyard, everything he passed was mainly simple, with a few exotic flowers and plants.

I heard that he had dug it from Mr. Si's house before. No wonder Si Yuan Daoqu called Yang Chengwu an old thief that day.

The air was filled with a touch of sandalwood, and Xie Yuheng sighed softly, remembering the past events of the Yang family mentioned by Si Yuandao:

His beloved wife died young, leaving behind a son who died in battle when Chu Heng conquered the world.

When the daughter-in-law heard the news, she was so sad that she gave birth prematurely, and chased her to Naihe Bridge with one dead body and two dead bodies.

Only the twins and grandsons were left to accompany Yang Chengwu. It's no wonder that he was even younger than Si Yuandao and already had silver hair.

After walking through the corridor, I saw an old man with white hair standing under the eaves with his hands behind his back. "You're here, but you don't remember to bring any gifts."

Si Yuandao, who came empty-handed, was not ashamed and said: "You and I are friends with each other, and we don't need any external evidence to prove it."

This person was shameless and asked for courtesy, while the other person was shameless and shameless. The juniors on both sides felt ashamed.

Yang Bingwen wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead and hurriedly led everyone into the central hall.

After Fang chatted for a few words, a young girl came in, greeted her with a graceful manner, and sat next to Xie Yunhua. Her beautiful eyes couldn't help but look at Xie Yuheng.

When Xie Yuheng raised his eyes in confusion, she withdrew her gaze again.

Seeing this, Yang Chengwu burst out laughing and said, "This is Yunzhao. She really likes your poems, and loves your poem "Qingming" the most."

"If you think about it carefully, Yu Heng was less than six years old at that time, and he was already very talented and talented. It's like the wave behind the Han River beats the wave before it. I'll wait until I get older."

After saying that, he held up his cup and went with Si Yuandao to replace the wine with tea, cup to cup, and a drop of water went into his throat.

Yang Chengwu recollected the fragrance of Mingqian Longjing between his lips and teeth, and thought to himself: There was less robbery last time, so he should take away the whole jar of tea in his sleeves.

Xie Yuheng was slightly startled and nodded to Yang Yunchao. This was the first time he saw someone who was a fan of her poetry.

After chatting for two more cups of tea, servants started serving meals one after another, all of which were extremely authentic Jiaozhou dishes.

The taste is light, fresh and fresh, light and beautiful.

After drinking and eating, it was already night time. Yang Chengwu and Si Yuandao went to the study room to discuss political affairs, and the juniors relaxed a little.

"The drizzle from the east wind drops the remaining mud, and the mountains and rivers are covered with flowers and lush grass. Where is the melancholy Qingming Festival? Partridges crow in the fragrant trees at sunset."

After Yang Yunzhao finished reciting Xie Yuheng's poem, he looked at her eagerly, "When will Mr. Hou publish a new work? Yunzhao has been wanting to read the new work for a long time."

It’s not that no one in Beijing likes Xie Yuheng’s poems, the truth is that she wrote too little.

In other words, if you write one test at a time, you can count them on ten fingers.

Those romantic and talented people stayed in Pingkangfang for one night and wrote more than this number of poems.

Therefore, there is a reason why Jingzhou scholars are said to be highly ingenious...

Xie Yuheng held an ancient book given by Yang Bingwen and said: "The Holy One has blessed all officials to rest for three days. The day after tomorrow, during the Flower Festival, I have been invited by my second brother to go with him to pay homage to Emperor Wenchang. After paying homage to Emperor Wenchang, we will go to Qujiang for a banquet." .”

This Qujiang banquet is held every year. During the Jingyuan period, it was hosted by the imperial censor of the Lu family.

Now it is the emperor's younger brother who is a well-known gaizi in Beijing, oh no, the well-known flower and bird master - Prince Rui is doing it.

Therefore, many candidates who participated in the Spring Festival wanted to show off their talents at the Qujiang Banquet.

Even if they are not favored by King Rui, there are still many noble girls in Naqujiang who are outing.

If you can make close friends, even if you don't get a Jinshi, it will be of great benefit to your future.

There are also many noble ladies who hold similar thoughts.

It's just that people are looking at candidates with potential, not some bastard with mung bean eyes and half a belly full of ink.

The moonlight penetrates the curtain and the wind blows into the bamboo. Brother Xie Yuheng and Yang Bingwen chat about current affairs from various schools of thought, and Yang Yunchao also has a heated relationship with Yunhua Zhiyi.

Seeing the intimate formation, Xie Yuheng held his chin and said with a smile: "Look at the three sisters, after a while, they are almost married to Jinlan."

Being called sister by someone he admired, Yang Yunzhao blushed and said shyly: "Sister Yunhua is knowledgeable and knows that my sister is well versed in medical science. She is really a role model for me to follow."

"Hehe, I think sister Yunzhao is also very good. She knows how to make incense and is also proficient in music theory."

Xie Zhiyi held a piece of crescent chestnut cake, took a small bite and swallowed it, then continued:

"Wild birds watch me drunk, and the clouds in the stream illuminate my sleep. The clouds illuminate the clouds, and they sound strangely like a pair of biological sisters."

Xie Yunhua tapped her forehead with his jade finger and teased: "Well, how about you change our name to Yun Yi. Then the three of us will sound like biological sisters."

"Well, I think it's good too." Xie Yuheng joked.

Xie Zhiyi was so angry that he stomped his feet, "Master, you are also following Sister Yunhua's mischief."

Yang Bingwen asked in confusion: "Master?" Xie Mingli explained briefly in a low voice.

After hearing this, he suddenly realized, Yang Bingwen sighed: "It is true as my grandfather said, the waves behind the Han River beat the waves in front, I am not as good as the Marquis of Jiangling."

After some exchanges, Yang Bingwen was impressed by Xie Yuheng's profound knowledge, not to mention that some of his ideas and views were unique and refreshing.

Yang Yunzhao rolled his eyes and planned to ask his mother-in-law to spend some money to place a bet tomorrow.

As for the person who won the top prize in betting, ahem, let’s exclude her brother first.

It's not that she is ruthless as a younger sister, her elbows are turned outward, but she is actually a strong rival to her brother.

Not far away, under the same moonlight, the Lu family's house was brightly lit.

Lu Peiran held a few pieces of tissue paper, looked up at Father Lu in front of him, and murmured: "Father, isn't this bad?"

Father Lu snorted coldly, "What's wrong? This poem is based on your previous poetry style. Even if the Imperial Academy comes to offer wine, there is no difference at all."

"If you weren't useless, you wouldn't be as famous as Chi Yang. I, the Lu family, are a family of bells and tripods, a family of poetry, etiquette and hairpins."

"Why use this as a means to bribe Prince Rui's cronies to help you prepare poems and lyrics in advance!"

Father Lu slapped the red sandalwood Eight Immortals table hard, stood up, flung his sleeves and left. When passing by the kneeling Lu Peiran, there was no pause.

When the footsteps faded away, Lu Peiran, whose face turned pale, could no longer hold back, and the man burst into tears, silently venting his frustration.

He is indeed not as good as Brother Chi and Yang Bingwen, but isn't he also younger than them! If they are all of the same age, it is still unclear whose name is the number one scholar.

But he also knows that there are only one emperor and one courtier. Three years later, when spring comes, scholars will not be as valuable as they are now.

Secretly, there are probably many people who hope that the Lu family will fall and be unable to recover...

Lu Peiran's eyes flashed with determination, and he raised his sleeves to wipe away the mist in his eyes.

He lowered his head to check whether the paper in his arms was damaged, carefully smoothed out the bent corners of the paper, staggered up and walked towards his yard.

He had to memorize these poems by heart early on, so as not to ruin his father's hope that his son would become a talented person.

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On February 12th, the sky is green, the spring waves are rippling, the morning is light and cold outside the green poplar smoke, and the red apricot branches are full of spring.