Today is the Luming Banquet, the feast of the Ming Dynasty.

The students who have been in the cold window for ten years have finally got the admission ticket to the official career, and the ecstasy is unimaginable, and the newcomers are all elated and high-spirited;

The banquet is extremely high, the ingredients are extravagant and exquisite, and it is said that there is a dish called "honey-stained squid", which takes hundreds of days; The mutton used in the banquet is the best, and a sheep only takes the most essence of half a catty of meat on the leg of mutton; There are as many as 58 hot and cold dishes, desserts and soups

Drumming and blowing sheng, singing "Deer Song".

Looking at the table full of extravagant delicacies and listening to the festive deer music in his ears, Zhu Ping'an had no appetite at all, and the scenes in the alley yesterday afternoon were replayed in front of him: the dying, begging, helpless eyes

The others were all elated, writing poems while drinking, eating well and communicating well, only Zhu Ping'an almost didn't eat a bite with chopsticks.

Zhu Ping'an had the title of "rice bucket" when he tried it, and in front of such a sumptuous wine and delicacies, he didn't even move a single chopstick, which was so abnormal, that some people thought that Zhu Ping'an couldn't eat because he was ashamed because he took the last place in the exam. For example, Guo Ziyu, who is full of envy and jealousy for Zhu Ping'an, thinks so.

This time, the seats were allocated according to the rankings, and Zhu Ping'an and the other last ten people sat at the most edge of the table.

Guo Ziyu was at a table in front of Zhu Ping'an, although it was adjacent, but it was a notch inside, and at this moment, looking at Zhu Ping'an, who had a good appetite in the past, did not move a single chopstick, and he couldn't help but have a sense of superiority in his heart: What about the head of your hospital's trial, and what about the favor of the third-grade staff. It's not behind me yet! Prodigy? It's just a lucky Fang Zhongyong.

"Brother Xiao Zhu Xian, although he is at the bottom of the list, why bother. You won the title at the age of thirteen, and who can compare to you except the famous Yang Ge Lao. ”

"Yes. You are different from us, we are the cicada of twilight, you are so young, you will definitely have a lot to do in the future. ”

"That is, now the entire Yingtian City knows that our Daming has another thirteen-year-old lifter."

The person at the end of the list who was at the same table as Zhu Ping'an saw that Zhu Ping'an was facing the wine and food, and the chopsticks didn't move, and they thought that Zhu Ping'an had some nostalgia for the last place, so the people at the same table comforted Zhu Ping'an.

Listening to the relief of several people at the same table, Zhu Ping'an couldn't cry or laugh.

"Thank you for your concern. I'm already very satisfied with being able to lift, maybe I caught a cold last night and felt a little unwell. A few benevolent brothers use it slowly, don't live up to today's event. Zhu Ping'an bowed his hand to express his gratitude to everyone present, blurted out that he was unwell, and let everyone enjoy it slowly.

After listening to Zhu Ping'an's explanation, everyone was relieved, and after thinking about it, he was lifted at the age of thirteen. What's not to be satisfied with.

So, everyone at the table staggered and spoke freely, with a feeling of passionate text dung back then.

The deer feast is a feast. Naturally, words are indispensable.

Everyone here also did some word games to help the fun during the feast, such as couplets or something, and those who could write eight strands of text well. None of this is a problem. Although Zhu Ping'an has no appetite, he will not spoil everyone's interest at this time. When it's your turn, it's all a smooth next. It's smooth, but there's nothing deliberately brilliant.

Everyone is happy.

When the banquet was in full swing, the sound of cheering came, and it turned out that Cao Jieyuan had made a poem on the top table, which was appreciated by all the examiners and the prefect of Yingtianfu.

The top table is full of big names at the banquet, the prefect of Ying Tianfu and other bureaucrats, the scholar of Nanzhili, Lord Zhao, the two chief examiners, and then the top three in this Nanzhili Township Examination.

This table is the center of gravity of this banquet, and it has a lot of influence. Soon, this poem reached the hands of several people at nearby tables, and after reading it, I couldn't help but let out bursts of cheers.

Bamboo

Bamboo is born in the wilderness, and the clouds are towering.

No one appreciates the high festival, and he holds his own chastity in vain.

Shame stained the tears of Concubine Xiang and shamed into the palace qin.

Whoever makes the flute should be chanting for the dragon.

Some good deeds copied several copies, and one of them was circulated on Zhu Ping'an's table, and a benevolent brother next to him read it in a low voice, which attracted everyone's praise.

It's just that after Zhu Ping'an listened, he was a little disapproving, of course, the poem is excellent, and it is a dictionary and a feeling, borrowing bamboo to describe himself, showing that he is pure, clean, noble, and elegant but has not met Bole, a shameless bend to the rich and noble bureaucrats, unwilling to be contaminated with the lavish wind, and have lofty ambitions.

However, in the twentieth year of the king, Zhao Tongzhi should be arrested by Zhao Tongzhi, where will he put his wife and children at home? ! How embarrassed to say that I would rather bend than bend!

"What does Brother Zhu Xian think? Seems to have disdain? ”

There was an ill-intentioned inquiry from a table next to him, and Zhu Ping'an looked up and saw Guo Ziyu looking at him with a smile.

This inquiry attracted the attention of everyone around. Everyone thinks that Cao Jieyuan's poems are well written, but at this time, some people disdain it, can they not pay attention to it, and after paying attention, they found that they were the people at the end of the last table, and they were the youngest people here, so they couldn't help but be more interested.

"Xie Yuan is a great talent, the poetry is excellent, and he is ashamed of himself." Zhu Ping'an smiled self-deprecatingly, and lightly resolved the unfavorable situation brought by Guo Ziyu.

As soon as the words came out, everyone was relieved and smiled in understanding. Guo Ziyu was unwilling, but he did not continue to attack, waiting for a better opportunity.

Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared, and sure enough, Guo Ziyu soon found an opportunity.

Because Cao Jieyuan's "Bamboo" is very well written, the big names at the top table have Yaxing, and let all the newcomers here choose one of them to make a poem with the theme of the three friends of the year, and have fun together.

This kind of opportunity is a good time to make a name for yourself, and it will soon be spread all over Nanzhili, and the benefits are self-evident, so all the new recruits want to perform one by one.

Guo Ziyu quickly wrote a poem "Yongzhu", and then turned his eyes to Zhu Ping'an, and then he was a little excited, because Zhu Ping'an had not started writing for a long time, and his face was worried. Poetry is easy to compose, but good poetry is hard to find. Looking at the sorrow on his face, even if he can write it, it will definitely not be much better!

That's right, Zhu Ping'an didn't mean to write at all.

Looking at the future helmsmen of the Ming Dynasty around them, thinking about the poems and bothering to make sentences, I feel very ironic.

Poetry?

What does Taibai do when he is alive!

More people in this world don't need poetry in writing, they don't like poetry, calligraphy and painting, they don't need anything to bend rather than be powerful, what they want when they are dying is just a bowl of rice mixed with sand (to be continued......