Inside the High Wall [Quick Transmigration]

At the beginning of November, Linqing has not been damaged by the north wind, and the sun is shining on the mountains, making people feel comfortable and lazy.

In the Yiran Pavilion, Wei Yunheng put down a glass of wine, and composing poems with his friends.

"Master Zhai, several major events have happened since you left the capital." Because Wei Yunheng was going to get married, the students from the impulsive hall of the Imperial College also asked for leave and came to Linqing.

The classmates who were in the same year were important contacts who would enter the officialdom in the future, not to mention that Wei Yunheng was among the best in every test, and he was sure to win the provincial test.

Wei Yunheng said: "I have been away from the capital for almost a month, what happened?"

The blue-clothed student said: "The head of the house, do you want to listen to the business first or the nonsense?"

Wei Yunheng said: "Let's talk about the business first."

"The business is that His Majesty will pardon the world and hold an Enke when Princess Chaoyang gets married," said the student in blue.

"The emperor really loves the princess..." Wei Yunheng sighed and asked, "When I left, there was a rumor in Beijing that the emperor was choosing a son-in-law for Princess Chaoyang, but now he has already chosen?"

As soon as he finished asking, he shook his head, and said: "Who is the son-in-law has nothing to do with us, has the princess' wedding date been fixed?"

A student next to him heard their conversation and interjected: "Brother Changfeng is drunk? The son-in-law has not been selected, so how can it match the date of engagement?"

Changfeng is Wei Yunheng's word.Compared with the mediocre name of Yunheng, the word Changfeng is much broader and bolder, and it also has some youthful frivolity.

The student in blue said: "Most likely the son-in-law has chosen Prince Pingnan's son, and the wedding date is set for the first month of next year."

Wei Yunheng said: "The township examination will be in August next year, and two years after the general examination, if the emperor opens Enke, the general examination should be held in February next year."

The boy in blue said: "Your Majesty has not made a decree, but the news has spread throughout the Imperial College, and it has not been leaked to the outside. It is normal for the head of the house to be unaware of Linqing."

For the additional Enke, Guozijian students have the privilege of being able to leave the exam directly, and they don't have to wait for the provincial examination before they can take the exam.

Whether you can pass the exam or not, everyone will take the exam. What if you pass the exam?Furthermore, there is no loss if they fail the exam, just save experience.

When Zheng Zhao entered the poetry meeting with the post, everyone was meeting each other, getting acquainted and reminiscing about old friendships.

Which one was the same year, which classmate, which one was the same brother who had prostituted the same prostitute.

Zheng Zhao stood for a while, no one knew him, and he didn't want to know anyone, so he went to the side of the pavilion.The talk of all the students is like a passing cloud, and he misses his secluded and undisturbed study room very much, where he can lie down and read a book.

"Brother Yu, the wine has stopped in front of you."

Zheng Zhao looked around, and a young man leaning against a tree reached out to pick up the wine glass.He didn't move, he stretched out his hand two or three times, but he didn't reach it, but he didn't intend to get up, which can be described as lazy.

Sitting upright is tiring, and being presentable is tough.

Zheng Zhao looked at the young man with admiration, and his posture became slack, which looked really comfortable.He picked up a branch, dipped it in the stream water and wrote on the ground.

Start with regular script, and lift your wrist to move your pen.

"Brother Yu, what's the matter with you?" The person on the other side of the stream asked and looked this way, apparently he felt that "Brother Yu" was acting differently than usual.

Brother Yu hurriedly said: "Nothing, nothing."

"Yu Guangdu can't write poems, so just drink the wine. We all know that you are not good at poetry. Brother Changfeng will be happy when you finish writing." Several people in the pavilion booed.

Yu Guangdu blushed. He looked at the wine on the stream, and reached out his hand again. This time, his upper body left the tree, but his head still did not move, and he stuck to the tree tightly.

"If you don't write poems or drink wine, isn't brother Guangdu going to renege on his debt?" The more the people spoke, the louder their voices became, the redder Yu Guangdu's face became. His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't say it.

"Hey, don't make things difficult for brother Guangdu, he almost cried when he lost the drinking order in Pingkangfang last time." Someone blatantly dissuaded him, but sneered secretly, causing the surroundings to burst into laughter.

More people have been silent, watching from the sidelines.

Yu Guangdu heard everyone's laughter, closed his eyes and shouted: "The wine didn't stop in front of me!"

The stream is natural, and the students are scattered on the bank. There are Yu Guangdu and Zheng Zhao at the twists and turns, and those people are far away. Hearing Yu Guangdu's words, they couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then they all looked at Zheng Zhao.

Zheng Zhao became the focus of everyone's attention in an instant, and the branch was still in his hand, a little embarrassed.He looked at Yu Guangdu, and found that Yu Guangdu was also looking at him, his eyes were full of pleading, but his head still did not leave the tree.

"The wine is mine."

Zheng Zhao flicked the stream with his fingers, and the wine glass flowed. He leaned over and reached out to pick up the wine glass from the stream, and drank it down in one gulp.

The movements were subtle and natural, and no one noticed anything unusual.

"Brother Zheng?" Wei Yunheng observed this not-so-new farce in the pavilion, but he didn't expect to see a person who refused to go to the poetry meeting.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, brother Wei's seal is ready?" Zheng Zhao handed the wine glass to the boy and washed his hands with the stream water.

Wei Yunheng said: "It was just delivered three days ago, thank you Brother Zheng for letting go."

Zheng Zhao heard the words and decided, Wei Yunheng's seal was completed three days ago, so his seal will be delivered to the door today and tomorrow.

Thinking of this, he became happy, the corners of his mouth raised, and he said casually: "The sword is given to the hero, and the seal is good for the gentleman."

"Don't dare to do it, don't dare to do it." Wei Yunheng said a few words modestly, and then said to everyone, "This is Mr. Zheng Zhao Zheng."

"Zheng Zhao? Why does this name sound familiar?"

"I'm familiar with it too. It seems like I've heard it several times. Could it be the Third Young Master Zheng of Qing Gongmei?"

"Probably, I heard that Mr. Zheng San left the capital, causing heartbreak to countless beauties in Pingkangfang."

The arguments of all the students became more and more absurd.

Qing Gongmei, he also knows, what is a beautiful woman heartbroken?

Zheng Zhao got up helplessly, cupped his hands and said, "I'm Zheng Zhao, everyone is polite."

"Young Master Zheng, you are too tired to draw your eyebrows. My hands are so shaking that I can't write a word after I finish drawing Zhuo Jing's eyebrows."

"Mr. Zheng, after you left the capital, all the beauties in Pingkang Fang shed their faces with tears, and even made up several tunes. The brothel dream is good, but it's hard to express affection."

Despite Zheng Zhao's indifferent face, people kept coming to greet him. He was surrounded by all the students, unable to advance or retreat, and could only deal with others, but he became more and more confused.

How did the capital pass him on?

"Throughout the ages, it has been said that men are less lucky. Brother Zheng is willing to give up wealth and glory for the one he likes. He left the capital and went to Linqing. He is really kind and righteous. It's just that sentimentality is always annoyed by ruthlessness. Don't be too trusting." A young man said earnestly

Zheng Zhao finally understood.

At the beginning, the purpose of thrushing eyebrows was to test the beauty of eyebrows, but later, it was because the eyebrows were drawn, and the eyebrows should be drawn well, purely in pursuit of beauty.

But he has only painted eyebrows for Zheng Qiang. How did it come to be that he and Chun Niang were childhood sweethearts, concubines, and thrush eyebrows for pleasure, but his brother found out, and his father forced him to sever contact, but he ran away because of love? of?

Is it because his mother is a good oiran, he was taken back to the Duke's mansion as a concubine, painted an eyebrow and spread the word, and then ransomed a prostitute to leave the capital?

I'm not, I'm not...

Rumors so to speak.

Wei Yunheng was quite surprised when he saw this situation. He left the capital early and didn't know about Qing Gongmei's popularity in the capital, but after listening to it for a while, he knew the story of Qing Gongmei.

The young man is full of flair and flirts with others.

It's just that when he was in love with Yu Niang, he saw Chun Niang a few times in Gaoyang Tower, an unremarkable little prostitute who lowered his head every day, and didn't look like a lover.

"Brother Zheng, it turns out that you are so passionate." Wei Yunheng smiled, "I saw Brother Zheng as cold as ice before, and I thought it was like this, but now that I think about it, it's really too much for me to seize the love of Tian Huangshi, I will thank Brother Zheng again Once." After speaking, he bowed again.

Zheng Zhao helped him up and said, "Brother Wei, this is not the case."

In the Yiran Pavilion, he shared the whole story with everyone, Yu Guangdu heard the whole person fall to this side, but his head did not leave the tree.His posture was extremely weird, but no one noticed.

After everyone listened, there were a few who really believed it but didn't know, but they all shook their heads and sighed that rumors were true.

"All the mouths make money, and the accumulation of ruins and bones is spread across the capital, and manpower is powerless." Wei Yunheng said, "Brother Zheng is still young, so it doesn't matter if the word "fair" sticks to your body."

Zheng Zhao shook his head with a smile. He knew that people always believe what they think more than the truth.But he has been doing useless work, doing a lot of useless work.

Loyal ministers and filial sons are enemies, killing and setting fire to enjoy glory.

"Sir, the wine is ready." The servant walked into the pavilion and said with a wine glass.

Wei Yunheng said: "Let's put it in the stream."

After an interlude, the poem proceeds as usual.

"I'm not good at poetry, and it won't last long, brother, I'll do the transcribing." Zheng Zhao said to the student who muffled his poem notes.

That student's eyes were shining, whoever came to the poetry meeting wanted to write poetry, and one or two good sentences won the applause of the whole hall.He handed over the pen to Zheng Zhao, and ran to the stream without refusing, for fear that Zheng Zhao would regret it.

Zheng Zhao picked up the pen, and listened to the people chanting and transcribing the poems, each word in lower case, he was delighted, and felt some benefits of the poetry meeting.

"Brother Zheng, you have worked hard." After the poetry meeting ended, Wei Yunheng walked over to look at the records.

The layout of the calligraphy is straight, neat and meticulous, and there is an interplay between characters and lines, making the whole text a seamless one.The strokes are thin and hard, and traces of brushwork such as running Teton can be seen.Cutting across the front and going straight in, it's like drawing a knife, and when you stop the brush, you will return to the front, just like drawing a knife.Take a close look at each word, although it is beautiful, it has a swift and vigorous meaning.

Good word.

Wei Yunheng smiled, this is a good calligraphy, and I don't know how much paper and ink wasted to practice it.

Back then when he was practicing calligraphy, he was reluctant to part with paper and ink, and tried his best to save money so that he could practice standard Taige style.Now I have paper and ink, but no time to practice.

To comment on his characters, there are only Wu, Fang and Guang.

"Brother Zheng's handwriting is well written and very neat. It can be printed directly without copying it." Wei Yunheng handed the paper to the boy.

Zheng Zhao nodded, seeing that the manuscript was taken away, he felt no regrets.He wrote very freely, but he also found that the orchid script was not suitable for regular script, the whole character was framed by squares, and the writing was average.

When the sun sets, the poetry meeting ends.

The students walked together in twos and threes, and they didn't bother Zheng Zhao any more after they had passed the freshness. He was happy to be alone.

"Master Zheng!"

Zheng Zhao turned around and saw that it was Yu Guangdu running over.His head left the tree, but was supported by hands.When he got closer, Zheng Zhao realized that what he was supporting was not his head, but a crown of hair.

His hair crest is tilted from side to side, bumping up and down with his steps.

"Mr. Zheng, thank you for your rescue just now!" Yu Guangdu bowed, and the entire hair crown was placed on his forehead.

Zheng Zhao blinked. Although this is someone else's business, it is quite difficult to pretend not to see it.

Yu Guangdu got up and supported his hair crown, and said with a little embarrassment: "I am bald and have little hair, and I usually use a wig to stuff it in the hair crown. I came out in a hurry today, and I didn't fill it up. I just went out and I'm fine. On the mountain, when the wind blows, it will crooked."

As he was talking, he actually started crying, and said in a self-defeating way: "I'm only twenty, and I don't want to be bald."

"When I comb my hair every morning, my hair falls out in handfuls. It's all because the comb is too sharp."