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

"It's bamboo." Xie Yuheng opened his eyes, his starry eyes filled with brilliance.

"Cough cough cough cough." Zhuang Yun coughed harder, but was shocked by Xie Yuheng, and the soup was interrupted.

Xie Mingli poured a new cup of tea, handed it to Zhuang Yun from a distance, and said warmly: "I listen to our little Yuheng."

"Hehe, I also listen to the head of the family." As a die-hard fan of Xie Yuheng, Xie Zhushu took over not to be outdone.

He raised his hand to summon the handyman to bring him pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and all the young people in the case began to think hard.

As for Zhuang Yun, he said: What if Xie Yuheng guesses wrong.

The candidates said, "That's wrong. It's not an imperial examination anyway. I just came out to relax when I'm tired from studying."

In the area in Shangjing, some people looked at the bumpkin from Jingzhou and started writing, saying in displeasure:

"Huh, what are you pretending to be? I and other people in Beijing don't know things, but they know it very well."

"Stop talking, didn't you see God Zhuang Wen at the table?"

The person next to him pulled his sleeve. How could that god of plague be easily offended?

If you get caught accidentally, you won't be able to lose a layer of skin.

Chi Song remained calm and quietly threw the glutinous rice paper from his palm into the tea cup, then drank it all in one gulp. Then he raised his hand to summon the handyman to give him pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

But when others asked what poem he planned to write, Chi Song laughed and said: "I just guessed, and you also know..."

The people at the same table stopped talking and exchanged various looks in private.

Since the autumn of last year, Chi Song has become more and more valued by the eldest son of the Chi family, but he has almost forgotten that he grew up in the countryside.

Chi Song lowered his eyes to hide the scarlet red in his eyes and pinched his knuckles until they turned white. Nearing the You hour...he went to Chu Gong and received another severed finger from his mother.

Chi Song took a few deep breaths to calm down, and tried to focus on his poems.

If he doesn't win this game, that madman Chi Bai will definitely raise the butcher's knife against his mother again.

The stars and moon are bright and clear, and the bright river is in the sky.

Not only male literati have submitted poems, but also talented women who are not to be outdone. Their various masterful paintings make people forget their vulgarity and their poems are catchy.

Seeing the two eunuchs beside Chu Chen picking through a thick stack of poems and paintings, only a thin layer was left.

Chu Chen then stretched out his respectful hand and looked at them one by one.

"Don't listen to the rumors outside that King Rui is idle." Zhuang Yun ate peanuts while sipping wine.

Xie Mingcheng asked: "What about actually?"

Zhuang Yun smiled and drank all the wine in the glass, "In fact, it is true. I travel around the mountains and rivers every day, and recite poems to prostitutes with the same name in Pingkangfang."

Xu Lu, who leaned close to his ear, was speechless, "Listening to your words is like listening to a single word."

Xie Yuheng was thoughtful, then turned his eyes, stretched out his small hand to Zhuang Yun, and whispered: "Qianliang, if you talk about Prince Rui's affairs, I won't tell anyone about it."

"puff--"

Zhuang Yun looked at Xie Yuheng in disbelief, "What kind of friendship do we have? Talking about money hurts our feelings."

Xie Yuheng blinked, thought for a moment and said, "We probably have no friendship. Strictly speaking, you owe me a favor."

Zhuang Yun covered his heart and accused someone of being heartless, "My annual salary is only three hundred taels, and you, the Marquis of Jiangling, are so rich that you still ask me for money."

"I'm poor too. It's not like Mr. Zhuang doesn't know that the Yuheng family has a big business and so many people have to support it." Xie Yuheng said nonsense seriously.

Zhuang Yun took a deep breath, "I was almost 100 million points away from believing your lies. Don't tell me that the Xie family is Manchu. I'm counting on you to raise a nine-year-old child."

Xie Yuheng smiled slightly and saw a sneaky figure leaving from the corner of his eye, so he stopped teasing Zhuang Yun.

Apparently Zhuang Yun also saw it, looking deeply at the dog in the Chi family's main room.

It seems that the first and second bedrooms of the Chi family are not as discordant as they appear on the surface.

However, Chu Chen laughed meaningfully after seeing Lu Peiran's poem.

He ranked several poems with a red pen, and waved his hand to the eunuch to copy them to each table.

Then he leisurely drank and admired the paintings.

Not long after, there was a voice of surprise: "What, Chi Song actually got the fifth and last place!"

Chi Song's eyes were filled with dizziness. He quickly grabbed the papers and looked at them one by one, muttering: "How is it possible..."

In terms of poetry, he may not be as good as Jiang Jizhou, a romantic talent, but he definitely shouldn't be ranked fifth.

"There are thousands of green pines and green bamboos, and the green leaves and clouds reflect the stems. The wind blows and the rain washes the hibiscus color, and the sun shines and ripples clear the emerald green."

"The fragrance fills the room, creating a sense of tranquility, and the elegance touches the sky. I want to ask the immortal uncle from Yaochi, why should I envy Ling'an?"

"My family lives in Jianglingbin. We meet each other at night and we talk about old things. I laugh at myself when I am young and have short temples, but I think about the vastness of the mist and the five lakes."

Yang Yunchao held Xie Yuheng's poem manuscript, and the more he read it, the more distressed he became. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said with a choked voice:

"It's pitiful that the Marquis of Jiangling is so young. He is thousands of miles away from home and misses his family. He has to be ridiculed by the Chi family for nothing."

"Uncle, I can't bear it, and my aunt can't bear it! Mr. Wan, you have to stand up. How can you let that foreigner bully you and ruin your Chi family's family tradition?"

A woman stood up from the table and said to the gentle woman beside her.

Chi Wanjun continued to drink tea without moving his eyelids.

Someone pulled the woman's sleeve and whispered:

"It's not like you don't know what's going on in Wanjun's family. Her own mother is dead, and it's hard for her to live on her own."

Suddenly I heard a strange 'yo' from the men's seat, which was particularly harsh.

"I'm surprised that this number one is actually me, the Marquis of Jiangling in Jingzhou."

Qi Yanzhou gently shook his folding fan and held Xie Yuheng's poem manuscript in one hand. There was a conspicuous red word "一" in the blank space of the paper.

"There are thousands of green pines and green bamboos, and the green leaves and clouds reflect the stems. The wind blows and the rain washes the hibiscus color, and the sun shines and ripples clear the emerald green."

Qi Yanzhou clicked his tongue and said:

"This is so beautiful. It's no better than 'The wind blows in the blue stream and the clear rhyme is heard, and the sunset is hidden in the blue rocks. Spring is stirring in all the rustles, and the three flowers have already seen the growth of summer.' It sounds better and looks better!"

Qi Yanzhou smiled and looked at Chi Song, who was sitting in a chair with a dull and energetic expression on his face. The last four sentences were written by Chi Song.

Chi Song seemed to have lost his soul, unable to hear the sounds from the outside world, and only had a dejected look on his face.

On the other hand, the dogs clinging to the Chi family all turned red-eyed and clenched their fists, but King Rui was present, and there was also a plague god secretly poking at the ginseng.

Mr. Ma's son said harshly: "Don't be too proud, it's just a poem. The examination will only test the meaning of policy theory, and you will see the real results on the field."

Qi Yanzhou chuckled, not listening to the barking of the dog at all, and wiped away the depression that had been building for a long time.

Xie Zhushu, who was in the Jingzhou case, wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked worriedly: "Master Qi is so mocking, won't he be beaten?"

"What, political achievements? No...someone was fighting?"

Zhuang Yun was slightly drunk and looked towards Qi Yanzhou with confused eyes.

Xie Yuheng held the tea silently, his eyes falling on the second place Lu Peiran's poem manuscript.

Compared with his work in Qiu Wei, it has made great progress. Beijing is truly a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, with talented people emerging one after another.

After a long time, Xie Yuheng slowly put down the poem manuscript.

Now I am training half of my drinking capacity and half of my reading every night. It seems that I will have to practice my drinking capacity later.