The best county magistrate

"Brother, no one can match the first couplet you wrote."

"The head of the college asked the students to ask, is the red reward only for today or when?"

After Lin Ziming kicked the iron plate, he lowered his posture and bowed to Yang Xuanchen.

"Of course it's not limited to today, the reward is always valid."

"By the way, I'll write a few more posts to you, and you'll get the same reward of ten thousand taels of silver."

"But I have a condition!"

Yang Xuanchen paused and continued: "Anyone who can solve the lower couplet must first pass the three heads of the academy."

"Otherwise, cats and dogs would come to fight against each other, and it would be annoying to death!"

Lin Ziming bowed his head again and said, "Brother, please give me some advice."

Yang Xuanchen wrote two more couplets.

In the private room of Tianzi No. 1, Yan Chenghai took the note and immediately narrowed his eyes.

This handwriting looks so familiar, but for a moment I can’t remember where I’ve seen it.

"Ziming, a long time has passed. I'm afraid no one can answer the question when I'm lonely and lonely. Let's go to the second question."

Yan Chenghai gave instructions, and Lin Ziming said yes and returned to the second floor platform again.

The gong sounded three times, attracting everyone's attention.

"You must be still brainstorming ideas for the ten thousand taels of silver reward, haha!"

"Ma's Trading Company said, don't worry, the reward will be valid for a while! Until the opponent comes out!"

His words won a round of applause.

The disciples in the private rooms on the second and third floors sent their sincere greetings to Ma Fugui.

He had earned so much face without spending a penny, and Ma Fugui was so happy that he turned into a chrysanthemum again.

But Ma Chao was uneasy, "Uncle, the second question is probably about to come up. Should we continue?"

"Of course, continue. Didn't your father say that the second young lady of the Fu family is famously beautiful?"

"Don't you like beauties?"

Yang Xuanchen teased a few words, then took another chopstick of fish meat and put it into his mouth.

"Uncle, I'm always a little worried. What if I get betrayed?" Ma Chao asked.

"We're going to wear our backs, so what can we do? Are you barefooted and afraid of these guys wearing shoes?" Yang Xuanchen asked in return.

He patted Ma Chao on the shoulder and continued: "Actually, you are still young and you are not in a hurry about your marriage."

"It would be best if I could get married to Miss Fu's family. If I don't catch up with this good thing, I won't lose anything, right?"

"To put it in your father's words, this is a business without capital, and only fools would not do it."

"Your family is a businessman, not a writer, so why bother with your reputation among scholars?"

After hearing the words, Ma Chao thought about it carefully and suddenly felt enlightened.

Yes, I am a businessman, and my reputation as a scholar is useless.

At this time, the gong sounded again, and another piece of red satin fell from the sky.

"Siliangye has become popular in Linjiang City today!"

"Everyone must have heard the story of Du Kang, the god of wine, and the seven fairies in heaven, haha!"

"For the second question of this Lantern Festival Gala, Doctor Shi from Fengming Academy fell on the word "wine."

"Using wine as the theme, write a poem or lyrics. There can be two winners for this second question, one of whom will win the poem!"

"Master Yan said that the winner will be rewarded with four grains and a pot of liquid!"

After Lin Ziming finished speaking, the talents in the hall became excited.

They immediately focused on poetry. After all, they couldn't afford Siliangye.

With ten thousand liang of couplets far away in the horizon, it would be better to take down the leader of poems and drink fine wine first.

"Uncle, none of the poems you just gave me are right, what should I do?" Ma Chao was anxious.

After giving the two girls a few slices of braised beef, Yang Xuanchen raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"What's the hurry, have you met the second young lady of the Fu family? Or is the second brother itchy?"

"I haven't seen my brother. I'm busy?"

In fact, Yang Xuanchen is thinking about whose poems he should copy so that he can win the first place and make others smile.

But Ma Fugui angrily scolded from the side, "You have to ask your uncle for help to get a wife, you're a worthless thing!"

As soon as these words came out, Ma Chao suddenly became weak and muttered: "It's not you who suddenly had a whim this afternoon and asked me to marry you."

Ok?

Ma Fugui was about to fight, but was stopped by Zhou Miaomiao.

It turned out that Xiaolian was sharpening her ink, "Boss Ma, please be patient. My young master already has a plan in mind."

Yang Xuanchen put down his chopsticks and pursed his lips toward Ma Chao, "Ma'er, I want you to write!"

"If you don't see it, the red maple water comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return."

"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening."

Perhaps because he had a few too many drinks, Yang Xuanchen forgot to lower his voice.

Beside her, Xiaolian's eyes were filled with tears, and she said, "The bright mirror in the high hall is sad and the hair is white, the morning is like blue silk and the evening is like snow."

How gratifying it would be if the master and his wife were still here.

As soon as the two words came out of his mouth, everyone sitting next to him was stunned.

I'm sorry, good words. How can this businessman who looks like Brother Rabbit have such literary talent?

"You must be happy in life, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon."

"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back again after a thousand gold coins have been scattered."

When he sings about passion, Yang Xuanchen drinks from the pot in a cool and elegant manner.

His voice and appearance all fell into the eyes of the woman whose face was also covered with white gauze at the door of Tianzi No. 3 private room.

"It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter oxen, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time."

"When you are about to drink, don't stop drinking!"

"Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me."

The woman's eyes were shining brightly, and she took two steps towards the railing, as if she wanted to see the good master downstairs more clearly.

Zhou Miaomiao and Xiaolian stood on the left and right, their beautiful eyes shining brightly, and they were a little crazy for a moment when they looked at the high-spirited Yang Xuanchen.

"Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will stay drunk and not wake up."

"In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names."

"In the old days, King Ping had a banquet at Haiyang, where he had a lot of drinking and banter."

At this point, Zhou Miaomiao's little hand holding the wine glass beside her couldn't help but tremble.

Prince Ping is his father's title.

I still remember that when I was a child, my father had a drinking contest with the soldiers at Haiyang Pass. He drank heavily even if he had thousands of dollars.

Yang Xuanchen's words were full of heroic sentiments, which aroused her longing for her father.

She stood up and took off her veil, raised the pot and touched it with Yang Xuanchen, her lips slightly parted, "Husband, let's drink together."

"Haha, okay!" Yang Xuanchen shouted, feeling very happy about the word "husband" in his heart.

"What does the master say about the lack of money? It's up to you to decide what to sell."

"The five-flowered horse and the golden coat will exchange for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you!"

With a bang, Zhou Miaomiao raised her head, drank the remaining wine in the pot, and threw the white fur towards the waiter.

"Xiao Er, go to Shenxian Residence to get Siliangye, and use this white fur as proof!"

"Just say that I, the Wine Fairy, and my husband want to invite talented people from Qingzhou to have a drink, so that we can share our eternal sorrow!"

The waiter held the white fur in his hands and stayed where he was.

The people in Wangyue Tower who were lucky enough to witness this scene suddenly shouted loudly.

"Thank you very much, Wine Fairy, for inviting me to banish the eternal sorrow!"

"Wine Fairy, look here, divorce your husband and marry me!"

The shouts came one after another like waves hitting the rocks, one after another.

What a beautiful woman, what a handsome young man!

The woman on the second floor covered her mouth to hide her panic, with some disappointment in her beautiful eyes.

Why are you married at such a young age?

But soon there was a light in his eyes again. If he liked her, she would be a concubine.

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

The cheers came and went.

"With such good words, let's compete with each other. I'm sorry for being so rude, but my brother's talent is beyond my reach."

The talented man sitting next to him who called Yang Xuanchen Jian Jia Yiyu finally lowered his arrogant head.

Ma Chao's handwriting is not pretty, but it is neat.

At the end of the signature, the words Yang Xuanchen were blurred because he was too embarrassed to write his name on it.

"Uncle, please name the poem!"

Yang Xuanchen took another sip of wine and shouted: "I'm going to drink, but you won't see me."