Daxianguan

Chapter 27
Su Ji thought, Feng Yu asked him to secretly hide the red cloth bag wrapped in a jade bracelet in Chu Xian's house, there must be some kind of conspiracy, but it is very likely that he was caught and raped in bed before he could implement it.

Therefore, he has no need to be afraid.

Because of this, Su Ji planned to come to Chu Xian, intending to go to the Chuxue Poetry Meeting with Chu Xian while trying to find out what happened.

Thinking of this, Su Ji calmed down, pretended to be normal, and knocked on the door.

It was Chu Xian who opened the door. Seeing Su Ji outside the door, Chu Xian narrowed his eyes, then greeted Su Ji with a smile, and invited Su Ji to the hospital.

When he knew that Su Ji was going to attend the Chuxue Poetry Club, Chu Xian thought about it, shook his head and said, "I won't go this year. My mother is sick and bedridden these days, and I can't live without people around me."

When Su Ji heard this, he was ecstatic in his heart. If Chu Xian went, then the possibility of his being in the limelight at the poetry meeting would be less.

But on the surface, Su Ji said with a pity on his face: "That would be a pity, I heard that this year's poetry meeting, the county magistrate will be present."

Chu Xian said: "There is no way, mother is important."

"That's right." Su Ji nodded again and again, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said, "Is Auntie okay?"

"The doctor said that you can rest for a few days and you will be fine!" At this moment, Chu Xian got up: "Brother Su, wait a moment, the medicine is being boiled over there, I'll go and take a look."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Su Ji to speak, he got up and walked towards the fire room.

Su Ji also knew Chu Xian's temperament, he looked around, but noticed a poem written on the table in front of him.Su Ji just glanced at it, and secretly thought of a good poem, and it was right on the theme of the Chuxue Poetry Club.

"The wind blows the leaves and the twilight sinks, and the beauty is like jade and snow. King Cheng steps on the moon and dreams of dancing the sword, and the treacherous and evil come out and cut the world." Su Ji read it silently, and couldn't help admiring Chu Xian's talent.

This poem, which talks about the snow scene in the late autumn night, supports one's great ambitions. Reading it makes one's emotions agitated. If it is brought to the poetry meeting, it will definitely surpass other students and win the first place.

Thinking that Chu Xian was unable to participate in the poetry meeting due to his mother's illness, Su Ji rolled his eyes, and suddenly kept a thought in his heart, and silently memorized this poem. When Chu Xian came back, he had already memorized it by heart.

"Since my aunt is ill, I won't bother you. I'll visit you when my aunt recovers someday." Su Ji said a false word, said goodbye to Chu Xian, and then went out to a deserted place. Immediately, he wrote down the poem with the small pen he carried with him, read it a few times, and rushed to school excitedly.

At this moment, the Ling County Academy is crowded with people.

Not only the students who participated in the provincial examination this year, but also the students who are still studying in the school, all came. It can be said that it was very lively.There is no way, who told me that this time, two officials participated, one of whom was the magistrate of the county.

Just for this point, it is enough for many students to pay attention.

And well-informed people, such as disciples from rich families like Feng Yu, also learned from some gossip that the other Master Cui is the real master who should be curry favor with.

Feng Yu came very early.

He had changed from his decadent and fierce attitude a few days ago, now he was dressed in a plain student attire, holding a cane, and he had a refined demeanor.

This is what he did on purpose. This time, his goal is to catch up with Cui Huanzhi, Master Cui.

When Su Ji came, Feng Yu just glanced at him, and didn't bother to talk to him anymore. The last time he failed to deal with Chu Xian, Feng Ji and Su Ji also hated him.

Seeing this, Su Ji didn't dare to come over, but secretly scolded Feng Yu for adultery with other concubines, so he was not worthy of being a scholar.But this matter, everyone only dared to discuss it behind their backs. On the surface, the Feng family had already used money to open the way, calling this matter a misunderstanding. Anyway, the Han family did not continue to pursue it. Who would dare to chew their tongues , The Feng family will soon sue the other party to the government.

The small courtyard of the Chu family.

After Su Ji left, Chu Xian rolled up the paper on the table with the poem written on it, threw it in the stove and burned it.

"Su Ji, it's up to you whether you live or die this time. If you seek death yourself, then you can't blame me." Chu Xian muttered to himself.

Apparently that poem just now was intentionally shown by Chu Xian to Su Ji, because Chu Xian knew Su Ji very well, and he appeared to be a gentleman, but actually he was a villain.

If it was just a villain, Chu Xian would just ignore him, but this time Su Ji was acting as a minion for a tiger, how could Chu Xian let him go.

That poem, Su Ji didn't need it, if he used it, it would be his death talisman.

At this time, someone knocked on the door.

Chu Xian was taken aback, and went to open the door. Outside was Bai Zijin, and behind him was the old coachman from the Bai family.

"Brother Chu, is Auntie better?" Bai Zijin still looked like a gentle and graceful young man, Chu Xian smiled: "It's all right, but it still needs some time to recuperate."

"That's good!" Bai Zijin nodded, "Can Brother Chu go to this year's poetry fair?"

Chu Xian shook his head. What he said to Su Ji before was not perfunctory. He is indeed brewing medicine now, and this medicine is very important and needs to be watched all the time, so Chu Xian really has no choice.Naturally, Chu Xian knew that Cui Huanzhi would also go, originally this was an opportunity, but it seemed that he could only give up first.

After all, success or failure does not depend on this moment.

Compared with going to see Cui Huanzhi, mother's side is more important.

"Unfortunately, I won't be able to see Brother Chu's poetry and prose style." Bai Zijin shook his head and sighed. Obviously, he was also going to the poetry meeting.

Bai Zijin got into the carriage, and the old driver made an exception this time to speak.

"Young master, why didn't you tell him."

There was a trace of kindness in the words.

Bai Zijin looked into the distance and said, "What's the difference between telling him and not telling him?"

"At least, he can say goodbye to you!"

"..." Bai Zijin.

……

The Chuxue Poetry Club mainly uses snow to write poems, and the time has not yet come, and almost everyone has come.

When Mr. Wu Qian, the county magistrate, came with Cui Huanzhi, many students stood up to greet him.As a county magistrate, Wu Gan is naturally in charge of hosting the poetry meeting at this moment. After listening to the opening, Wu Gan said: "Let me introduce, this is the judge of the Ancheng Gongyuan, Master Cui, and Master Cui is also the judge of our Lingxian County. People, this time I heard that there is a Chuxue Poetry Club, so I came here specially to visit everyone, and at the same time to see the talents of our Ling County students."

After finishing speaking, Wu Gan gave up his seat, obviously to let Cui Huanzhi speak.

Cui Huanzhi nodded, and also opened his mouth to tell all the students to study hard and serve Tiantang. After finishing speaking, he looked around and said, "I happen to be the judge of the papers of the Gongyuan, who will judge the papers of this year's township examination. It’s a student of this year’s provincial examination, come out and let me have a look.”

Among the students present, more than 30 people immediately took a step forward with joy on their faces.

After all, Master Cui asked them to come out, this is a good opportunity to make an impression on Master Cui, so all of them are full of energy.

Seeing these more than 30 people, Cui Huanzhi looked at them one by one, thinking, I don't know which one is the student Chu Xian who wrote the test paper of one subject and five skills.

　Ask for tickets and collections, the rise has been so slow these days.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)