Lian Erye's Road to Imperial Examination

"My brother Lian is capable." Mrs. Xing said proudly, "I was invited by the Nanlan Poetry Society."

"This kid went to the Nanlan Poetry Club before he was admitted to Qingshan Academy. He really deserves to be my son." Jia Amnesty glanced at Jia Zheng triumphantly.

Mrs. Wang couldn't see the flamboyant faces of Jia She and his wife, so she said coldly: "Brother Lian was invited to the Nanlan Poetry Fair thanks to Mr. Li's blessing, and he didn't rely on himself. There is nothing to be proud of."

"Brother Lian doesn't know how to compose poems and lyrics, so it's useless to go." Jia Zheng didn't expect Li Daoqing to get an invitation to the Nanlan Poetry Festival, and he really underestimated him.

"Who told you that our brother Lian can't compose poems and lyrics." Jia Amnesty cast a sidelong glance at Jia Zheng and said in a choked voice, "I met Li Daoqing two days ago, and he told me that brother Lian could compose poems and compose poems." Very good."

Mother Jia looked disbelieving: "Brother Lian has only been studying for more than two months, how could he be able to compose poems? I'm afraid Li Daoqing said that Brother Lian could compose poems to make you happy."

Mrs. Wang quickly echoed: "What mother said is that Li Daoqing must be trying to please his elder brother, so he said that brother Lian can compose poems."

When Jia Amnesty heard what Jia Mu said, he felt a little unhappy: "Li Daoqing didn't lie to me to make me happy, and lied to me that Brother Lian could compose poetry."

"What poem did Brother Lian write, can you read it to me?"

Jia Amnesty thought about it for a long time, but couldn't remember a single word: "Li Daoqing told me earlier, but I didn't write it down. When brother Lian comes back, let him read it to you."

Jia's mother didn't take Jia She's words to heart, and waved her hand and said, "Brother Lian is going to the poetry meeting, just don't make a joke." A child who is 11 years old doesn't understand anything and hasn't read any books. Going to a poetry meeting will only make jokes.

"I hope brother Lian won't embarrass our Jia family at the poetry meeting."

"Li Daoqing is so messed up to let Brother Lian go to the Nanlan Poetry Fair with one of his children." Jia Zheng felt that it was a waste of Li Daoqing to give Jia Lian the invitation to the Nanlan Poetry Fair, and he should give it to his son Jia Zhu.He thought that when Jia Zhu went to the Nanlan Poetry Club, he would definitely give Jia's parents a face.

"Let Zhu'er go, it will definitely bring honor to our Jia family." Mrs. Wang was very jealous and dissatisfied when she saw that Jia Lian was able to go to the Nanlan Poetry Fair, but her son could not.

After hearing this, Jia's mother agreed very much: "Brother Lian should give the invitation to Brother Zhu and let Brother Zhu go to the poetry meeting."

Jia Amnesty laughed angrily at Jia Mu's words: "What mother said is really ridiculous."

When Jia Mu heard what Jia She said about her, her face was livid with anger, and she glared at him angrily: "What are you talking about, unfilial son?"

"Mother, what do you think is the invitation card for the Nanlan Poetry Club? Is it an invitation card from the Opera Garden? If you want to give it away, you can give it away?" Jia She said mockingly, "The Nanlan Poetry Club is the second poetry club in the capital. The name is written clearly. Even if Brother Lian gives the invitation to Brother Zhu, Brother Zhu will not be able to get in."

"you……"

"Brother Zhu doesn't have the ability to go to the Nanlan Poetry Fair, so he blamed our brother Lian for not giving him an invitation." Jia She stood up, with a sneer on his face, "It's extremely ridiculous." After speaking, he turned and left.

Mrs. Xing saw that Jia She had left, so she didn't stay any longer. She stood up and bowed to Jia's mother, and hurriedly chased Jia She: "Master, where are you going?"

"Go to the restaurant."

"Rebellious son, rebellious son, rebellious son!" Jia Amnesty was so disrespectful to Mother Jia that she trembled with anger.

Mrs. Wang walked over, patted Mother Jia on the back lightly, and said to her, "Mother, uncle has always been like this. Don't be angry with him. It's not worthwhile to ruin your body."

With a straight face, Jia Zheng shouted angrily, "Brother is becoming more and more unruly, how dare you talk to mother like this!"

"That traitor just wants to piss me off!"

Jia Zhu was humiliated by Jia She's words, and a twist flashed in his eyes: "Old ancestors, parents, I'll take my leave and go to Xizhu Poetry Club first, you take it slow."

"Brother Zhu, what will you do when you go to Xizhushi?"

"Although the Xizhu Poetry Club is not as good as the Nanlan Poetry Club, as long as my poems are good, it can still bring honor to our family." He wanted to make the people of the Nanlan Poetry Club feel that it was a shame not to invite him to the Nanlan Poetry Club. Wrong decision, let them regret it.

Jia Zheng nodded in agreement: "Go."

Jia Zhu saluted, then turned and went out to the Xizhu Poetry Club.

Jia Lian went to meet Li Daoqing first, and the two decided to walk there.

At this time, the street was full of people, and if you take a carriage, you will definitely be stuck on the road. You don't know when you will be able to get to the No. [-] Restaurant in the World, so it's better to just walk there.

Li Daoqing took Jia Lian along the path, not the avenue.Even if you take a small road, there are many people on the road.

Jia Lian looked around curiously as he walked.He has been here for more than two months, and he hasn't gone anywhere except Ning Rong's two houses and Li Daoqing's house.

It was the first time I came out today, so I was a little curious.

Along the way, the lanterns are like weaving, illuminating the night sky of the capital city like daytime.The shouts of the vendors resounded throughout the night sky.

Although he couldn't see what was going on, Jia Lian could imagine what a bustling scene it would be on the street.

The Second Under Heaven Restaurant is located on the main road of the capital, and it takes about half an hour to go from Li Daoqing's home to the Second Under Heaven Restaurant.

Because there were so many people today, Li Daoqing took Jia Lian to take a small detour, took a detour, and walked for more than 40 minutes to arrive.

The two of them walked out of the alley, and saw a sea of ​​people in front of the second restaurant in the world.Seeing the flow of people during the Spring Festival travel season, the crowd at the entrance of the restaurant can't scare Jia Lian.

Li Daoqing frowned slightly: "There are so many people, it's hard to go in."

While rolling up his sleeves, Jia Lian eagerly said, "Sir, let's squeeze in." After experiencing the crowds during the Spring Festival travel season, this is nothing.

Li Daoqing nodded, looking very helpless: "I can only squeeze in."

Jia Lian reached out and grabbed Li Daoqing's hand: "Sir, I'll hold you, otherwise it will be bad if you get separated."

"it is good."

Why don't you go through the back door?

Nonsense, at this time the back door is full of people.

Jia Lian grabbed Li Daoqing's hand, walked into the crowd, and nimbly squeezed through the crowd.

After a lot of effort, the master and the apprentice finally went through the crowds and walked into the second best restaurant in the world.

Entering the restaurant, the master and apprentice sighed in relief: "Finally came in."

Both of their clothes were messed up, but fortunately their hair was not messed up.After tidying up his appearance, he handed over the invitation to the guards and went up to the second floor.

In fact, the two came half an hour earlier, which is not too late, but there are still many people on the second floor.

Jia Lian saw many people wearing cyan and blue gowns, and guessed that they should be students of Qingshan Academy and Blue Mountain Academy.

Li Daoqing glanced at the audience and saw a few old friends in the corner, so he took Jia Lian to say hello.

Jia Lian was good-looking and had a sweet mouth, so he was quickly liked by Li Daoqing's friends.

Li Daoqing introduced Jia Lian's poem "Jiyou Xinzheng" to his friends before, and his friends also thought it was a good poem, especially since it was the first time a ten-year-old child wrote it.

Jia Lian was very guilty of being praised by Li Daoqing's friends, and his face was flushed red.

Seeing Jia Lian's shy look, Li Daoqing's friends had a better impression of him.

Seeing that Li Daoqing's friends were looking forward to his performance tonight, Jia Lian immediately felt a lot of pressure.He came here to gain knowledge and eat good food, not to compose poems and lyrics.

Soon, the poetry meeting will begin.

A middle-aged man in a moon-white gown appeared in front of everyone, and he smiled slightly at everyone, as if a spring breeze was blowing towards his face.

"Good evening, thank you all for coming to the Nanlan Lantern Festival poetry meeting."

Li Daoqing introduced to Jia Lian: "The person who is talking is Mr. Qingshan Academy, Mr. Wang Jingzhi."

Jia Lian nodded, indicating that he understood.

"The title of this year's poetry meeting is different from previous years."

Hearing what Wang Jingzhi said, everyone was aroused curiosity and wanted to know what was different from previous years.

"The first topic of this year's poetry meeting is Die Lianhua. You can write poems or lyrics based on your understanding of Die Lianhua. It takes half a stick of incense."

Butterfly Love Flower?

This topic stunned everyone present. In previous years, the topics of the Shangyuan Festival poetry meeting were all related to the Shangyuan Festival or the Chinese New Year. How to make a butterfly love flower this year.

Die Lianhua was talking about love, and today is the Lantern Festival, not the Qixi Festival.

"You can try it." Li Daoqing said to Jia Lian, "It doesn't matter if you do well or not."

Jia Lian rolled his eyes in his heart, and he knew he wanted to compose poems.

"I will work hard."

Li Daoqing went to the table beside him and began to prepare to compose a poem.

Jia Lian stood at the table, not in a hurry to pick up a pen, but flipped through Ming and Qing poems in his mind.While turning over, he silently recited Die Lian Hua.

Soon he found a poem called "Butterfly Love Flower". Jia Lian silently read it several times in his heart and thought it was very well written.

The original author of this poem looks familiar.After thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember who it was, so he had to give up.

Li Daoqing and a few of his friends had already finished it. Seeing that Jia Lian hadn't picked up the pen yet, and looked dazed, he couldn't help but joked: "The theme of Butterfly Love Flowers is really difficult for Mr. Jia."

"I'm still a child after all."

Li Daoqing thought that his student was only 11 years old this year, and he might be ignorant about love, so it was a bit far-fetched for him to write poems about Die Lianhua.

"It's okay if you can't do it, don't force yourself."

When Jia Lian heard Li Daoqing's words, he came back to his senses and smiled at him: "Teacher, I thought of it." After speaking, he picked up a pen and began to write on the rice paper.

Seeing Jia Lian thinking about it, Li Daoqing and some of his friends came over and stood beside him, watching him write each word.

Jia Lian first wrote the name of the Cipai "Bie Lian Hua".

Seeing Jia Lian's handwriting, several of Li Daoqing's friends praised: "Little Master Jia's calligraphy has a bit of clear character."

"Barely readable." Li Daoqing was still very dissatisfied with his student's calligraphy, but it was much better than before.

Jia Lian continued to write, and Li Daoqing and the others silently recited each word in their hearts.

When Jia Lian finished writing the first sentence, Li Daoqing and the others widened their eyes in shock.