Lian Erye's Road to Imperial Examination

Seeing that the fourth prince valued Jia Lian so much, all the students present were very jealous.Jia Lian felt like a light on his back for a moment, and when he turned around, he saw that the students of Qingshan College and Lanshan College looked at him very unkindly, like knives.

Before leaving, several gentlemen from Qingshan Academy and Lanshan Academy wished Jia Lian good grades in the county examination next month, and looked forward to his poems in the county examination.

Jia Lian could only smirk at this, and said not to have too much hope for him.

After the fourth prince and the gentlemen left, the Nanlan Lantern Festival poetry meeting ended.

Jia Lian followed Li Daoqing home. On the way back, his heart was a little heavy.

Li Daoqing saw that his student looked a little dignified, and asked with concern: "What's the matter, you look preoccupied?"

Jia Lian stopped and looked up at Li Daoqing, with a troubled expression on his face: "Sir, I don't want to be famous." He could foresee that after tonight, he would become a celebrity, and then he would be troubled continuously.

Hearing this, Li Daoqing was stunned for a moment, and then asked in puzzlement: "Why don't you want to be famous?" Everyone wants to be famous, and if they want to be famous when they are young, it is best to be famous all over the capital.

Like a little old man, Jia Lian sighed heavily: "Sir, I am still young, and being famous so early will only increase the pressure on me. Also, I just want to study quietly and not be disturbed." The two poems written on the above will soon spread throughout the capital. At that time, there must be many people who do not believe that he made these two poems, and then they will all come to challenge him. His quiet life will be gone forever .

Li Daoqing did not expect that his students would take this into consideration. As a teacher, he only cared about being proud of his students, but ignored the troubles that would follow.

"It's good that you can think of this. Being a teacher can help you resist all troubles, so that you can study quietly without being disturbed." There is only half a month before the county exam next month. It is true that you cannot be disturbed.

After Jia Lian heard this, her eyes widened in surprise: "Can you help me avoid trouble, sir? Is it really possible?"

Li Daoqing raised his hand and touched Jia Lian's head, and said with a gentle face: "This is a small thing that a teacher can still do."

"Thank you sir." A grateful smile appeared on Jia Lian's face.

"Let's go." Li Daoqing had just walked a few steps when he suddenly thought of Jia Lian's story books. He stopped and looked at his students with a stern expression. The story of love, there are many obscene poems and songs in it, reading it will only teach bad people.

Jia Lian almost blurted out that he didn't read any scripts, but soon he remembered the excuse he made at the poetry meeting before, so he could only swallow the words that came to his lips.

"I won't watch it in the future."

Seeing his student's expression of knowing his mistakes, Li Daoqing put away the seriousness on his face, and said in a gentle voice: "You are still young, and you are not suitable for reading these love stories."

"Students know."

Li Daoqing thought of the poem written by his student, and there was a trace of teasing in his eyes: "I never thought that you could write a touching and sad poem after reading the storybook. I didn't realize that you are a sentimental person."

After hearing this, Jia Lian smiled embarrassingly: "Sir, don't make fun of me." After finishing speaking, he looked at Li Daoqing curiously, "Sir, why don't you suspect that I copied it? After all, I am a teenager. year-old child?"

"You are my student. I don't know what kind of character you are." Li Daoqing trusted his student very much and would never believe that he copied it.

Being so trusted by Li Daoqing, Jia Lian was moved and guilty, after all, he really copied it.

"Don't take those people's words to heart."

Jia Lian thought about it, and decided to say it: "Sir, to be honest, I don't like poetry and songs, and I don't like composing poems and lyrics."

Li Daoqing was shocked by Jia Lian's words, and asked with a look of astonishment: "You don't like writing poems and lyrics?"

Jia Lian nodded: "I don't like it, I don't like it at all. I have always felt that poetry and songs are useless. I prefer to do practical things rather than writing poems and lyrics." He admitted that poetry and songs are beautiful, but in daily life has no practical effect.

Li Daoqing was stunned for a moment, then asked with a smile: "What practical things do you like to do?"

Jia Lian was asked this question and remained silent for a long time.In his previous life, he studied architecture, and what he did was design drawings and build houses.Is it possible that he will return to his old career in ancient times in this life? It seems impossible.

"Helping someone build a house?"

Li Daoqing: "..."

Jia Lian broke the jar and said, "Sir, if it weren't for the county examination to take poetry, I wouldn't know how to learn poetry."

Li Daoqing didn't expect his own students to have such thoughts, he was shocked, and he was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses: "Your thoughts are a bit extreme."

Jia Lian pursed her lips and said nothing, but she didn't agree with Li Daoqing's words in her heart.

"But you are right. Poems and songs have no practical effect in life. They cannot feed the poor people. But the current social atmosphere is like this. Whether it is a student who is studying or a minister who is an official in the court I like to recite poems and do right things." Although Li Daoqing felt that his students' ideas were a bit extreme, he had to admit that what he said was true.

"They like to recite poems and make pairs, but they just want to show that they are very talented."

It was really a burst of blood!

Li Daoqing laughed: "You are right."

"After the county exam, I will never write poetry again."

"It's unlikely."

"why?"

"Did you forget that the fourth prince told you to write more poems in the future?"

"I just said I couldn't write it."

Hearing this, Li Daoqing's expression instantly became serious: "The fourth prince values ​​you very much, so you can't mess around."

Jia Lian really wanted to say that he didn't appreciate the attention of the fourth prince, but his words were a bit "rebellious", and he probably wouldn't understand.

"understood."

A gust of wind blew, bringing a biting chill.It's midnight now, and the temperature is very cold, so we can't stay outside for long.

"I'll take you back now. You'll rest for half a day tomorrow morning, and come to see me in the afternoon." Li Daoqing was afraid that Jia Lian would be frozen, so he didn't dare to stay on the street for long.

"it is good."

Li Daoqing sent Jia Lian to Rongguo Mansion before returning to his own home.

When Jia Lian returned to the other courtyard, he thought that everyone was asleep, but they didn't expect to sleep, as if they were waiting for him to come back.

"Congratulations, young master, congratulations, young master!" Feng'er and Nanny Zhao saluted Jia Lian in congratulations.

Jia Lian was confused by them: "Congratulations?"

Nanny Zhao stood up, smiling like a chrysanthemum: "Master, we heard that you wrote two very good poems at the poetry meeting, and now people in both prefectures know about it. "

Jia Lian looked surprised: "How do you know?"

"Young Master, the Eldest Master was drinking in a restaurant near the Second Under Heaven Restaurant, and when he heard someone mention the lyrics you made at the poetry meeting, he ran back and told us all."

"So this is ah."

"The elder has been waiting for you to come back, but he was too tired, so he was helped back to the room by the elder wife to rest."

Jia Lian could imagine Jia Amnesty showing off happily: "It's so late, why don't you go to rest?"

Feng'er said with a coquettish smile, "Master, such a big happy event, we can't sleep because of the happiness."

"Young Master..." Zhao Mama's eyes were red, her voice was a little choked up, "It's so good, it's so good, it's so good..." Her young master finally felt elated.

Jia Lian was startled when she saw Zhao Nanny crying: "Mommy, why are you crying?"

Momo Zhao wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Young Master, I'm so happy that no one will underestimate or bully you again." Their first wife is finally coming to an end.

Jia Lian didn't expect Zhao Nanny to weep with joy, a warm feeling flashed across her heart, she deliberately raised her chin and said, "Who dares to bully me?"

"Master, Missy also went to the Nanlan Poetry Fair, but she came back very early."

"Jia Yuanchun also went to the Nanlan Poetry Club?" Why didn't he see it.

Jia Lian didn't know that some of Jia Yuanchun's female relatives were next door to them at that time, and the female relatives knew what happened at the poetry meeting.

When Jia Lian wrote the first Die Lian Hua, all the female relatives were moved by the emotion of this poem, but then they suspected that Jia Lian did not write this poem just like the students.When Jia Lian wrote the second Die Lian Hua, they no longer doubted Jia Lian, but were very curious about him.

The girls gave Jia Yuanchun time to introduce Jia Lian to them, and they wanted to see what a person who wrote Die Lianhua's lingering sorrow was like.

Jia Yuanchun's mood at that time can be described in one word, that is turbulent waves, I can't believe that Jia Lian would be so talented.

After Jia Lian finished writing the second poem to prove himself, Jia Yuanchun was not in the mood to stay any longer and found an excuse to leave early.

Back at Rongguo Mansion, she wanted to tell Mrs. Wang and Jia Zheng about this, but they had already gone to sleep, so she had to tell them tomorrow.

Jia Yuanchun heard that Jia Zhu hadn't come back yet, so he waited for him in the room.

As soon as Jia Zhu came back, she ran to him and told him about the two poems Jia Lian wrote at the Nanlan Poetry Conference.

"I've heard about it." When Jia Zhu thought of the people at the Xizhu Poetry Fair, they came to congratulate him one after another, saying that he had a very talented cousin and that he had time to introduce Jia Lian to them. He was very angry.

"When did he become so talented?"

With a gloomy face, Jia Zhu snorted coldly, "What talent is there? He must have copied it." He never believed that Jia Lian could compose lyrics, and even made such a good one.

"However, he wrote the second poem to prove that he did not copy it."

"He must have bought these two poems from someone in advance." Jia Zhu's eyes flashed sinister, "We must find the person who sold him the poems and expose the fact that he plagiarized."

"Where can I find it? If I can't find it, what should I do?"

The corner of Jia Zhu's mouth raised a sinister smile: "If we can't find it, we can make it up."

"What do you mean?"