Shi Changjun sighed, and the poor scholar also had a time when the fish jumped into the dragon gate.

After a garden poem, Dong Xiaoshuang and Shi Changjun took out a few well-written poems for comments. Ye Xianggao's poems are strange and lofty, although Weng Zhengchun's poems have a sentimental taste, they can move people's hearts, and Chen Yiyu's poems have a rich and elegant bearing.

Therefore, the poems of these three people were ranked first and taken out for appreciation.

A few more poems were written below, which could be taken out for comment, occasionally mixed with the works of several other people, but most of them were among the three of Ye Weng Chen.

Everyone knows in their hearts that these three people are worthy of being the popular candidates for the head of the government examination. Of course, there are also people who are not convinced, the court is based on scriptures and righteousness, and it is not poetry. Some people also retorted that whether the scriptures are good or not can only be seen in the examination room, but how the poems are are enough to see the feelings of a person.

As for Lin Yanchao's poems whether they are good or not, they are barely in the middle of the stream, and they are completely obsessed with everyone, according to this statement, they can only be mediocre.

However, Huang Biyou was not convinced, and complained in a low voice: "What a girls' school book, but I just recognize a few words, and I am also worthy of commenting on my poems." ”

Huang Biyou complained that his voice was not loud, but he was heard by a few people on the side, and they sneered: "The two of you are for Xiucai, and you have sung and written poems, if you come to the house to try, I am afraid that the ranking of Brother Tai will be higher." ”

"What, you say I'm not as good as a few tricks?" Huang Biyou was angry and argued with a few people, and those few readers simply picked up Huang Biyou's poems and criticized them.

Lin Yanchao knew that Huang Biyou's poems were indeed not very good, but he was also his co-defendant and classmate, so he couldn't help a few words. These scholars didn't dare to quarrel in front of the court, for fear of losing face in public, so they didn't quarrel at the moment.

Then several candidates vied with each other to give their past poems to the two girls' school books for review, which was quite a bit of an invitation to pet.

Lin Yanchao couldn't help but shake his head when he saw it. At that time, the atmosphere of scholars slowed down the pursuit of merit, or they took their own poems and essays all day long, and threw themselves everywhere, as long as they could make a name for him, whether it was a wealthy businessman. It's okay to do it, I only know that I specialize in reputation, or I have no intention of reading, I travel to the forest, and enjoy the dedication of literature and wine.

No wonder others say that the end times are in the wind.

Thinking of this, Lin Yanchao couldn't help but feel a little angry, and immediately pushed the case aside and stopped writing. He was ashamed of these stinky readers, and of course because his poetry was really bad. I thought to myself that if I wanted to become famous, I needed to find another way.

At the end of the poetry meeting, Dong Xiaoshuang, who is good at music, divided the poems of Ye Xianggao and Chen Yiyu into one poem. After everyone sang a few words, Lin Yanchao knew that these two newly composed songs would soon be circulated in the local green market.

The two of them are also worthy of this trip, and their reputation is far and wide. Loaded on.

After the poetry meeting, it was still early. Chen Yiyu invited a privately raised vocal class to sing music for others.

At that moment, more than 30 scholars changed the scene and came to a water pavilion, where a stage was set up.

At that time, the most popular was Kunqu Opera.

Under the afternoon sun, listening to the gentle music, everyone can't help but get drunk and give rise to a lazy meaning.

Lin Yanchao couldn't help but think. If you listen to a song here, how good it would be to sing the famous song in Kunqu Opera and dream in the garden, but unfortunately Tang Xianzu is big, and he has not written the four dreams of Linchuan at this time.

What is sung on the stage is not Fu Lao, and it is the story of Liang Hao's eighty-two-year-old champion in the Northern Song Dynasty.

The candidates saw that Liang Hao was eighty-two years old. The head is planted with palace flowers, dressed in reckless robes, and a section of the horse royal street is full of sighs and envy.

Lin Yanchao was very puzzled: "Liang Hao is old, even if he wins the champion, he can't be an official for a few days, what is there to envy." "The main thing is that Lin Yanchao is a young man after all, and when he saw an old man win the champion, there is really no sense of substitution in this kind of plot, you write a novel about the champion at the age of eighty at the starting point, and rush to your grandmother's house.

Huang Biyou didn't have this idea, and said on the side: "Alas, what about eighty-two years old, if I really want to be the champion of China and Japan, even if I am a hundred years old, I am willing." This is the scenery of a scholar's life. Huang Biyou said this, and even Ye Xianggao, Chen Xinggui, Weng Zhengchun and others on the side all showed their expressions of agreement.

After watching the play for a while, some people wanted to continue listening to the music, and some people wanted to play against each other, so they did their own thing.

At this time, several women dressed in Qiluo came and saw the man covering his face with a fan and stepped into the water pavilion on the side. The thick veil hung in the water pavilion, blocking the view, and no one present could see how the woman looked.

Lin Yanchao couldn't help but feel a pity, and Huang Biyou said on the side: "Brother Lin, don't look at these women." ”

"Why?"

"These women are all women from official families, unless the Ming media is marrying, they won't even be concubines, what do you think? Thinking about it, you can't eat it, of course you have Zhang Sheng's ability to steal incense and jade. And Dong Xiaoshuang, a Qinglou woman like Shi Changjun seems to be high, but she is just waiting for the price to sell, if you are really a celebrity, you can marry a concubine, and the eldest woman will not be jealous. ”

After speaking, Huang Biyou said again, marrying a wife and marrying a virtuous, marrying a concubine and marrying sex, who should be kept at home and who should be brought out to play.

However, Lin Yanchao looked at the readers who were crowding Dong Xiaoshuang and Shi Changjun around him to offer poems: "Do you think the two of us can squeeze in?" ”

Huang Biyou said unconvinced: "Yes, when I pass the government examination and the hospital test, I will be able to squeeze in." ”

"That's not enough, even if you win the show, you don't have a good skin, it's not good."

"What? Do you think I'm ugly? Are you talented? Huang Biyou was immediately annoyed.

Lin Yanchao laughed and said, "Don't quarrel with you, I'll go watch chess!" ”

There were two games of chess playing against each other in the Xuan, and Lin Yanchao chose the one with the most onlookers. It turned out that Chen Ruoyu personally went down to play against one person.

In the ancient chess of the Ming and Qing dynasties, the calculation is different from the current sticker, and the chess head is used to calculate the victory and defeat, Lin Yanchao also watched it for a long time before he generally understood this rule.

Chen Yiyu played chess very quickly, and landed on the chessboard without thinking, as did the other person. For laymen like Lin Yanchao, they like to watch others play rapid chess the most. The same is probably the case with the people on the side, the level is not very high, so there are more onlookers.

Chen Yiyu lost in the first set, quite unconvinced, and in the second set, he swapped the first hand and played again. This time, the two played very closely, from the layout, the middle game to the official, still no winner.

When the two were official, the chess pieces on the chessboard were black and white, and the mentions were exchanged from time to time, and everyone watching was dizzying, and they felt nervous and exciting.

When the final score was to be scored, Lin Yanchao took it into account, and while others were not paying attention, he pushed a scholar on the side who was watching chess on his tiptoes.

The scholar's center of gravity was unstable, he couldn't hold his feet, he fell forward, his sleeve brushed the chessboard, and although he didn't fall, he fell a large piece of chess pieces.

The two of them were stunned by this order, and they couldn't help but look at the fat man angrily.

The people on the side saw the chess pieces scattered all over the ground and said: "It's a pity, it's a pity!" ”

At that moment, he helped Chen Yiyu and the others pick up the chess pieces and asked, "How can I still play chess anymore?" ”

Chen Yiyu said: "If it is fashionable in the middle market, but now it has hundreds of hands, who can remember!" ”

At this time, Lin Yanchao coughed lightly and said, "Brother Chen, why don't I give it a try!" (To be continued......)