Lian Erye's Road to Imperial Examination

Jia's family is originally from Jinling, and many relatives are also in Jinling. There are not many relatives in the capital, so Jia Lian didn't go out to pay New Year's greetings. He read and endorsed books at home every day, and wrote the previous county examination questions.

Zhao Momo and the others saw that their young master was studying at home all day and didn't go anywhere, they thought he was dazed by his studies, and tried to get him to go out to play every day.

There was less than a month to go before the county exam, so Jia Lian didn't have the heart to go out and play, so he seized all the time to study.

The white horse passed by, and it was the eighth day of the first lunar month in a blink of an eye.

On this day, Jia Lian went to Li Daoqing's house early in the morning with gifts, first to pay New Year's greetings to Li Daoqing and his wife.

Li Daoqing and his wife wrapped a big red envelope for Jia Lian, and then asked him about his situation during this time with concern.

After chatting for a while, Li Daoqing called Jia Lian to the study and began to check the homework assigned to him before the New Year.

Li Daoqing started to check from "The Analects of Confucius", and Jia Lian answered them one by one, all of them were very good.

"Not bad, it seems that you didn't waste your studies during the Chinese New Year." Li Daoqing was very pleased that Jia Lian didn't let him down.

"Students don't dare to forget the teacher's instructions before the New Year." The county test is about to come, how dare he be playful.

"How did you do on the exam questions I gave you years ago?"

Jia Lian took out a stack of papers from the cloth bag and handed it to Li Daoqing: "The students have done everything, but I don't know if they did it right?"

"I will correct it seriously, and I will explain it to you in detail when the time comes." Li Daoqing put aside the stack of paper Jia Lian handed over, "A year ago I asked you to write a poem or word about the New Year, have you written it yet?"

"I wrote it, sir, please have a look." As an illiterate man, he couldn't compose poems and lyrics, so he could only cheat.

Li Daoqing took a piece of paper that Jia Lian handed over, and the first thing that caught his eyes was the words "Jiyou Xinzheng".

The wind and frost of heaven and earth are exhausted, and the weather of heaven and earth is harmonious;

The calendar adds new years, and spring fills the old mountains and rivers.

Mei Liu Fang Rong Xiu, Song Huang is more old-fashioned;

Tu Sucheng was drunk and laughed happily at Bai Yunwo. "

Jia Lian didn't know if this poem was good or not, he chose it randomly from the collection of Ming Dynasty poems given to him by the system.

Li Daoqing read it again, savoring the poem carefully.

"Sir, how is it?"

"Okay, okay!" Li Daoqing said hello three times, stroked his beard and laughed, "Your five-character verse is well written, and the first and second lines describe the peace during the Spring Festival from the perspective of climate: no wind, no frost, spring is full of joy Three or four sentences write that the new year replaces the old year. Five or six sentences describe the arrival of spring from the perspective of trees. Drinking and laughing everywhere."

Jia Lian thought this poem was quite simple and easy to understand, so he copied it.

Li Daoqing looked at Jia Lian with a very satisfied expression: "This is the first time you have written a poem, and it was well written." He knew that his student was full of aura, and he did not disappoint him.

Jia Lian was very guilty of being praised by Li Daoqing. After all, this was not his poem, so he could only say modestly: "Mr.

"You start with the climate, then the trees, and then the people to write about the scene of the Spring Festival, which is very good."

When Jia Lian copied it, he thought the poem was so-so, but he didn't expect Li Daoqing to give it such a big praise.

"Your poem is not bad, but it's not very good. It can only be said to be average." Li Daoqing commented objectively, "But this is your first time writing a poem, so it's pretty good."

"Mr. Xie's compliment." Jia Lian blushed from Li Daoqing's praise, not with joy but with guilt.

Seeing his students blushing with embarrassment after being praised by him, Li Daoqing felt even more relieved. He was not proud or complacent when he was praised, but shy instead.

"With your intelligence, you can still improve in poetry, and write more poetry in the future."

Jia Lian nodded obediently, but she didn't care about it in her heart. Write more?Forget it, he didn't plan to test poetry to win the name of a talented scholar.If it wasn't for the county examination to test poetry, he wouldn't cheat and copy.

"There will be a poetry meeting on the Lantern Festival, and I will take you there." Li Daoqing's plan was not just a whim, but a decision that had been made long ago.Take Jia Lian to see the poetry meeting and let him learn something from it.

"Poetry meeting?" Jia Lian looked puzzled, did a group of nerds get together to recite poems and write lyrics?

"Every year on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the capital will hold a poetry meeting." Li Daoqing saw that his students looked blank, and introduced him, "There are four famous poetry meetings in the capital, namely Dongmei Poetry Club, Nanlan Poetry Club, and Xizhu Poetry Club. Poetry Club, Beiju Poetry Club."

East, south, northwest, plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum.

Jia Lian complained silently in her heart that the name of this poetry club was really random.

"These four poetry clubs are the largest poetry clubs in the capital, and there are many people participating every year." Li Daoqing continued to introduce, "Dongmei Poetry Club is the best poetry club in Beijing, and the people who participate in this poetry club are all big men. The Lan Poetry Club is a little worse than the Dongmei Poetry Club. The people who participate in this poetry club are all famous talents. The Xizhu Poetry Club is usually attended by students who are still studying and have not obtained fame. The Beiju Poetry Club is a poem organized by businessmen. meeting."

"Sir, which poetry club are we going to?" The ancients really liked to compose poems and lyrics, and a poetry club has produced so many tricks. "Will the Xizhu Poetry Club?" With his qualifications, he can only go to the Xizhu Poetry Club.

Li Daoqing shook his head slightly: "We're not going to the Xizhu Poetry Club."

"If you don't go to Xizhu Poetry Club, why don't you go to Beiju Poetry Club?"

When mentioning the Beiju Poetry Club, Li Daoqing frowned slightly, showing distaste on his face: "The Beiju Poetry Club is a businessman's poetry club, where should we go?"

"Are we going to the Nanlan Poetry Fair?"

Li Daoqing nodded lightly: "That's right, my teacher will take you to the Nanlan Poetry Fair."

"Sir, am I qualified to go to the Nanlan Poetry Club?" He is not a wit.

"It's okay for the teacher to take you there."

"I forgot that my husband is also a wit." Jia Lian flattered him.

"I'm not a talented person. It's just that the person who held the Nanlan Poetry Fair is my classmate, so I'm qualified to go."

"So this is ah."

"Most of the people who participated in the Nanlan Poetry Club were students from Qingshan College and Blue Mountain College."

Jia Lian asked curiously: "Aren't the students from Zishan Academy participating?"

"Students from Zishan Academy participated in the Dongmei Poetry Club."

Jia Lian exclaimed in her heart: Awesome!

No, didn't it mean that the people who participated in the Dongmei Poetry Club were all big shots? How could students from Zishan Academy participate?

Seeing the doubts in Jia Lian's mind, Li Daoqing explained: "Most of the students in Zishan Academy are students of big men."

Jia Lian was stunned: "So that's how it is."

"When you are admitted to Zishan Academy in the future, you will be eligible to participate in the Dongmei Poetry Club."

"Let's talk about it after I'm admitted to Zishan Academy." Jia Lian still didn't know what to do at the poetry meeting, "Sir, what do you want to do at the poetry meeting? Do you write poems and lyrics?"

"Yes, everyone who participates in the poetry meeting must write a poem and present it for everyone to taste." Li Daoqing looked at Jia Lian and said, "It will benefit you a lot to communicate with everyone."

"Then I will prepare a poem in the next few days."

"Nanlan Poetry Club presents questions on the spot every year, and it won't come in handy if you prepare poems in advance."

Jia Lian's eyes widened after hearing this: "Huh? Playing on the spot?"

"Yes, both Dongmei and Nanlan Poetry Contests will present questions on the spot." In these two poetry congregations, a certain prominent person on the spot would improvise a topic, and then the participants would compose poems and lyrics based on the topics, so that they could see their true skills.

Jia Lian was speechless, what kind of impromptu performance is going on in a poetry meeting, it's really abnormal.

Seeing his student's bitter face and embarrassment, Li Daoqing comforted him with a smile and said, "I took you to the Nanlan Poetry Fair for you to study. It doesn't matter if you do poetry or not."

Hearing what Li Daoqing said, Jia Lian felt relieved. He participated in the poetry meeting as a soy sauce, not a protagonist.

Li Daoqing told Jia Lian some things about the Nanlan Poetry Fair. For example, the Nanlan Poetry Fair was held in a famous restaurant in the capital, and the Qingshan Academy who participated in the poetry fair and the student union of Lanshan Academy competed in poetry and poetry.

After talking about the poetry meeting, Li Daoqing began to teach Jia Lian.

After a day's class, Xing'er and a few boys came to pick Jia Lian from school.

"Master, it's not good."

Seeing Xing'er's panicked expression, Jia Lian thought something happened in the mansion, and couldn't help but tremble: "What's the matter, what happened?"

"Young Master, Eldest Young Master has been admitted to Qingshan Academy, just now Qingshan Academy sent someone to inform Eldest Young Master Shiliu to go to school."

Jia Lian thought that something big had happened. It turned out that Jia Zhu was admitted to Qingshan Academy.I was speechless about Xing'er's fuss.

"He passed the exam, why are you panicking?"

Seeing Jia Lian's indifferent face, Xing'er couldn't help but feel strange: "Young Master, Eldest Young Master was admitted to Qingshan Academy."

Jia Lian looked sideways at Xing'er and asked, "So?"

Xing'er was choked by Jia Lian's question and didn't know what to say for a while.

"He was only admitted to Qingshan Academy, but not the champion. Is there any need for you to make such a fuss?"

"Master, that's Qingshan Academy." Even a young servant like him knew how great it was to be admitted to Qingshan Academy, so the young master didn't care at all.

"What's wrong with Qingshan Academy, it's not Zishan Academy."

Xing'er: "..."

The author has something to say:

"Jiyou Xinzheng" was written by Ming Dynasty poet Ye Yong.

Before taking the county test, slap 233333 in the face at the poetry meeting.