I go to the ancient imperial examinations

Chapter 147
Zhan Feiyu looked at a group of unfriendly little boys, suddenly grinned, clenched his fists with both hands, kicked his right leg back to pose for a fight, and said angrily: "Whoever goes first, it's better to go first!" stand up?"

Uh... A group of little Mengtong who skipped the morning class were dumbfounded, especially after Zhan Feiyu suppressed his smile, his expression was terrified, and there was still a murderous look in his eyes. The key is this skilled posture. Is this a disciple of the martial arts school?
"Zhan Feiyu, Shangsi County, please enlighten me!" Zhan Feiyu reported his identity sternly, while pushing his right foot on the ground, Zhan Feiyu rolled over in the air, and kicked his right foot on the pillar of the veranda with a snap.

After landing steadily, Zhan Feiyu clasped his fists again with a serious face and asked, "I'm showing my ugliness, who wants to compete with me?"

"It's not me!" The youngest Meng Tong was only six years old and had been in the academy for less than two months, and when he met Shang Zhan Feiyu's fierce gaze, he cried out in fright.

The other little Mengtong also backed away with pale faces, huddling together like little quails and trembling, fearing that Zhan Feiyu's kick would kick them away.

Several older Mengtong were still calm, one of them asked in a low voice: "Junior Brother Qi, did we find the wrong person?"

"The name is correct!" The leader, the little fat man Qi Heng, replied, looking suspiciously at the vicious Zhan Feiyu. Could it be that they have the same name and surname?

Ming Yongxi, who led the way, was also dumbfounded. At the beginning, when junior Qi Heng came with the students from Class A, Ming Yongxi hadn't reacted yet, but Zhan Feiyu's performance just now made Ming Yongxi completely dumbfounded. Both grandfather and father Praise Zhan Feiyu for her talent in reading, but why is she a martial artist?

After successfully frightening a group of children, Zhan Feiyu tilted his head slightly with a stern face, and said with a puzzled expression, "Didn't you come to fight with me?"

A group of pale-faced little Mongolian children shook their heads like rattles. They came to the academy to study!
"Is that for Wendou?" A clear laugh sounded, and Zhan Feiyu shook his head, "Then why didn't you say it earlier! More than a dozen people came here, and I thought there was going to be a group fight."

"A gentleman uses his mouth but doesn't move his hands!" The little fat man Qi Heng blushed angrily. As the case leader, he naturally knew that he was being played by Zhan Feiyu, but seeing Zhan Feiyu's little iron fist, Qi Heng Inexplicably a little cowardly.

"Alright." Zhan Feiyu kept his body straight and swept across the audience with absolute arrogance, "Then you can draw a path, how do you want to compare?"

In the dark, knowing that his little disciple not only skipped class, but also brought his classmates from Class A to commit crimes, Ming Er, the master, hurried over with a pale face.

And Ming Shan saw that the time was almost up, and he also came to welcome the guests with Ming San, who was unwilling and unwilling. The father and son happened to see this scene before.

Master Mingshan stroked his white beard and laughed, "As the saying goes, change will lead to newness, change will lead to decay, change will lead to survival, change will lead to stagnation. The little girl who can write such wonderful policy papers is really a quick-witted and fickle talent. .”

"It's just a cunning junior!" Ming San threw out a sentence with a sullen face, obviously because Zhan Feiyu's previous ridicule had some resentment.

"Boyu." Ignoring the younger son who was upset, Ming Shan smiled and looked at the second son and said, "Qi Heng is your disciple, so tell me which of them is stronger and weaker?"

Ming San was the first to speak, but his tone was still a bit aggressive, "The little girl is full of heart, she sold Qi Heng, I guess I will count the money for her!"

Even though they are both the county trial chiefs, one is immature and ignorant and a bit childish, while the other is able to turn their hands into clouds and rain. Thinking of the rumors about the Qin family, Ming Er and Ming San's expressions are a bit heavy.

The two brothers looked at Zhan Feiyu and Qi Heng who were already planning to fight. The former was calm and relaxed, while the latter was ready to fight. At first glance, it looked like an adult playing with a child.

"I heard that you have no poetic talent, and your poems are quite smooth. Let's compare Mo Yi first, and then articles!" When Qi Heng talked about the poems, he raised his chubby chin and looked at Zhan Feiyu contemptuously. Child prodigy, who can't compose poetry!It is clear that they are the people who are trying to catch fame!

It's quite righteous, Zhan Feiyu nodded, "I'll come up with the question first, listen carefully."

After Zhan Feiyu's voice fell here, Qi Heng still raised his chin proudly and nodded at Zhan Feiyu with his nostrils, while the dozen or so students next to him wished they could listen to the questions with their ears pricked up.

"There are seven authors, please use the names of the seven." Zhan Feiyu asked the first Mo Yi question straightforwardly.

Qi Heng frowned and thought about it.

The little Mengtong who was crying in fright at the beginning choked twice with red eyes, and pulled the arm of the classmate beside him, "Which book is this from? Have we learned it?"

Whether it's an ordinary private school or Qingya Academy, when the little Mengtong who just entered school was enlightened, it was nothing more than "San Zi Jing", "Hundred Surnames", "Thousand Characters" and "Thousands of Poems" for short. Learning from Qionglin", "Enlightenment on Rhythm".

If the reading progress is fast, I will also recite the four books with my master, but it is only limited to reading. As for the interpretation, it will take at least a year before I start learning.

"I remember that it seems to be from "The Analects of Confucius-Xian Wen Pian No.14"" the classmate tried hard to recall, it was indeed from "The Analects of Confucius", but it seems that the names of these seven people have never been seen before. Could it be that I remembered it wrong?
Not daring to disturb Qi Heng who was thinking, a group of little Meng children raised their heads and looked at Ming Yongxi who was standing aside. Although they were all in Class A, as the eldest son of Ming Er, Ming Yongxi already had the name of Tong Sheng. This knowledge is naturally much more solid than those little Mongolian children.

Ming Yongxi also had a big head. He knew that this sentence came from "The Analects of Confucius", but the names of the seven people were not found in the main text, but in the commentary. Ming Yongxi just thought about it, but he could only think of four names.

"The seven people are called Changju, Jieni, Zhangren, Shimen, and Helang." Qi Heng paused after mentioning five names, hesitated for a while, and said unwillingly: "I don't remember the remaining two names. .”

Ah... A group of little Mongolian children lost their faces in disappointment. Brother Qi actually lost, but when he thought that he didn't even know a name, he blushed in embarrassment.

"Yifengren, Chu Kuang Jieyu." Zhan Feiyu said the remaining two names, and looked at Qi Heng, who was steaming with fighting spirit, "It's your turn to come up with a question."

It is estimated that after knowing that Zhan Feiyu was going to visit Qingya Academy, Qi Heng had already had the heart of a competition. At this moment, he was eager to win the game, so he asked: "Seeing someone who is polite to his king, he should treat him like a filial son. Adoptive parents too. Please read below."

"From "Chunqiu Zuozhuan-Wengong 18th Year", if you see someone who is rude to his ruler, punish him, just like an eagle chasing a bird." Zhan Feiyu blurted out his answer.

Ah... A group of little Mongolian boys once again collapsed in disappointment, and the red-eyed little Mengtong couldn't help but say, "Senior Brother Qi, your question is too simple."

A few students next to him nodded their heads like chickens pecking at rice, and two of them glared at Zhan Feiyu angrily, "Your question is so difficult, and Senior Brother Qi's question is so easy, you are invincible!"

"Yeah!" A group of little Mongolian children who didn't want to lose nodded their heads in unison, and looked at Qi Heng expectantly, hoping that he would give the problem a difficult one this time.

You come and go, and a quarter of an hour passed. Zhan Feiyu and Qi Heng each gave ten Moyi questions, and the score was ten to eight.

Qi Heng, who lost two questions, wanted to continue to write questions, but there were footsteps behind him.

A group of little Mongolian boys looked back, their faces turned pale, and they said tremblingly one by one: "Shan Zhang, Master..."

Qi Heng, who took the lead in skipping class, looked at the stern-looking Master Ming, especially his stern and disappointed eyes, Qi Heng panicked all of a sudden, and he humiliated the Master.

Unlike the frightened group of Mongolian children, Zhan Feiyu stepped forward to salute, "Master Ming, Master Ming, the students are taking the liberty."

After all, Zhan Feiyu's teacher is Gu Xueshi. Even though Gu Xueshi is far away in the capital, every five days, her articles and poems will be rushed to the capital for Gu Xueshi's review, and the homework assigned will also be sent over.

Along with them are the articles written by the students of the Imperial College in Beijing and Class A of other academies. There are art essays, policy questions, including poems and essays. Zhan Feiyu just had a competition, and he is indeed suspected of being bullied by the big.

"As the saying goes, if you study alone without friends, you will be lonely and ignorant." Master Mingshan smiled lovingly, and looked at a group of trembling little Mongolian children with gentle eyes, "I have already tried it, and it is time to go back to study."

The little Mongolian children who had received the amnesty nodded in surprise. Fortunately, the head of the mountain spoke up, otherwise the master would beat them up and punish them for copying the article. Thinking of the strictness of the master Ming, a group of young children could not help I shivered a few times.

Qi Heng said with a sullen face, his eyes were full of unwillingness, "It's not as good as the article!"

Zhan Feiyu saw that Master Ming's face turned black, and he guessed that if it was Ming Yongxi, Master Ming would ask a gentleman to do it.

"Okay, since that's the case, then I'll come up with a question, and the one who solves the question first wins!" How much Ming Er valued Qi Heng as a young disciple before, how disappointed he is now!

Compared with winning or losing, Ming Er was really disappointed by Qi Heng's arrogance and complacency, and he couldn't help but reflect that maybe his teacher didn't teach him well. But it is much stronger than Qi Heng.

"In Xuanji Yuheng, Qi Qizheng, Guan Wu Ganyu has Miaoge at the second level and [-]s. Based on these two sentences, it is the title." Master Ming's complexion was dark, and his voice was cold. As soon as this topic was mentioned, a group of little Meng children burst into laughter It's like listening to a bible.

Zhan Feiyu was also slightly dumbfounded, Master Ming was so angry that he asked such an interception question!This is definitely a ruthless sentence. Generally speaking, even if it is an interception question, the two sentences have similarities in meaning.

But this question asked by Master Ming is obviously intentional to make things difficult for others. It is absolutely difficult for someone to put together two irrelevant sentences and use them to solve the problem!Even a scholar or a candidate may not be able to figure out how to solve the problem in a short time.

Qi Heng knew that Master Ming's question was not for a competition, but for himself, but after racking his brains, he still didn't know how to solve the question, and his mind was buzzing chaotically.

After a while, Qi Heng lowered his head, "Master, I was wrong."

"It's full of losses, but humility benefits. Tolerance is great! Now that you know your mistakes, go back and copy three chapters of "The Analects of Confucius." Master Ming saw Qi Heng admitting his mistakes, and his anger disappeared.

Looking at the little Mengtong at the side, Master Ming's voice suddenly became severe, "And you, go back and copy the "Analects of Confucius" and hand it in in three days!"

The little Mongolian boys who thought they had escaped were all wilted like eggplants beaten by frost, turned around and left dejectedly, they might as well let Master Ming beat them on the palms of their hands.

But when he thought that Qi Heng had to copy three articles, he immediately felt extremely comforted. Brother Qi/Junior brother is even worse, three times!My hands are swollen from writing.

……

Ming's backyard.

"Second Madam, I went to the front to see it just now, and the Second Master reprimanded Young Master Qi Heng and the others..." The little maid learned the scene of the competition just now vividly, and directly amused Yin Yuanhui and Mrs. Ming.

"Mother, I just said that the little girl is cute, but unfortunately she only likes to read books, and she is almost becoming an old scholar like Ming Er." Thinking of Zhan Feiyu with red lips and white teeth, Yin Yuanhui wished he could snatch her back from the front yard.

Mrs. Ming looked at her beloved daughter-in-law, and couldn't help laughing, "In two years, after you have recuperated your body, you will be able to have a little girl again."

If you are so greedy for other people's little girls, you might as well give birth to one yourself.

Yin Yuanhui was about to nod his head, but his face collapsed in an instant, and he said weakly: "Mother, it's not like you don't know Ming Er's temperament. When I think of the third child telling me that men and women can't kiss each other, I can't even hold back these three brats." I don’t want it anymore! When I think of the little girl being taught by Ming Er to be a little old-fashioned, I don’t want to have one.”

Mrs. Ming was amused by these words, and looked at her loveless daughter-in-law sympathetically.

Mrs. Ming is also helpless about the old-fashioned and upright temperament of her second son. She has been so serious since she was enlightened at the age of four. dislike.

"Tao Hong, go to the front yard and watch it. If it's early, let Miss Zhan come to the back yard." Mrs. Ming ordered, it's not because she was putting on airs, but because they are women in the back house, it's inconvenient for them to go to the front yard. meet guests.

"Yes, old lady." The little maid took orders and retreated.

Front yard, study.

After the tea was served, Ming Er did not come over, but went to watch Qi Heng and the group of little Mongolian children read and write. At this moment, Chief Ming Shan was sitting at the main seat, and Ming San was still sitting at the bottom with a sullen face. If you don't speak, you don't speak.

After exchanging pleasantries, Chief Ming Shan looked at the impeccable Zhan Feiyu, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion that he was a formidable young man, not to mention Qi Heng's group of little Mongolian boys, he was afraid that his two sons would only lose out against Zhan Feiyu.

"Master Mingshan, I heard that Qingya Academy often recruits talented students, but in the end they choose to go to the Qin family school?" Zhan Feiyu asked tentatively.

This is not the first time the Qin family has done this. It is estimated that the more they do it, the better they will become proficient, and there will be no excuses. Therefore, not only will the Qin family not be criticized, but they will be known as loving and cherishing talents.

"Isn't Wan Yunhao just a ready-made example!" Ming San stabbed Zhan Feiyu, and he also disliked the Qin family a lot.

But the Qin family is very powerful, not only do they have backers in the court, but also their relatives and friends are mostly officials in the court, even if some are only county magistrates of the seventh rank, but when there are many people, they are a powerful force.

In contrast, although Qingya Academy has also cultivated many students, one is not bound by blood, and the other is Mingshan. They will not repay favors, so the Qin family dared to rob people so presumptuously.

(End of this chapter)