Cross the ancient times with golden fingers to farm and raise cubs

Chapter 208

Zhiye came to the entrance of the Wen'an Pavilion and looked around. It was indeed more elegant than places like teahouses. He stepped up and wanted to go in, but was stopped by someone the next second.

Judging by his attire, he should be the waiter of Wen'an Hall, but this person greeted him with a smile, and Zhiye was not angry.

After all, as the saying goes "reach out and don't hit a smiling face", so he is still willing to save face.

Zhiye stopped, looked at him and asked, "What's the matter?"

The person who looked like the second child smiled appropriately and friendly, and immediately apologized: "It's not right for me to take the liberty to stop the young master, but I just dare to ask the young master, but do you want to enter our Wen'an hall?"

Zhiye nodded lightly, looked at Xiaoer leisurely, and waited quietly for the next sentence: "Naturally."

"I don't know if you know the rules of our Wen'an hall?"

Zhiye was very honest: "I don't know."

Xiao Er didn't wait for the son who cherishes words like gold to ask back, so he could only continue talking on his own.

"Then trouble you, my lord, to listen carefully to the little one. Our Wen'an Pavilion is a place for scholars. We not only accept scholars here, but also only scholars with real talents and real learning."

Zhiye naturally knew that he folded his hands on his chest and propped his chin on one hand, quietly playing the role of an audience.

Being a mistress to ask for a living has already given him a thick skin, even if no one cooperates, he can calmly continue the conversation by himself.

"There are three rules if you want to enter the Wen'an Pavilion. The first and lowest must be a scholar."

As he said that, Xiaoer looked at Zhiye, although he was smiling, but the meaning revealed in his eyes was that if you are not a scholar, you can't enter, and you can leave now if you don't want to lose face, so as not to be laughed at.

Zhiye looked at Xiao Er calmly, and finally said: "What about the second?"

The corners of Xiao Er's eyes twitched, and he didn't know if the son in front of him understood what he meant, so he could only continue: "Second, I need to write a poem of quality."

After Xiao Er finished speaking, seeing that the young master on the opposite side was still indifferent, he could only continue: "Third, you must match the pair given by our Wen'an Hall. Only those who pass all three can enter our Wen'an Hall."

"Oh……"

Xiaoer thought that the young master had no further questions, so he heard him ask: "I have a reputation as a scholar, do you want to check? If not, who will come up with the questions?"

Xiao Er thought that he had heard wrongly, and after looking again and again, it was indeed the young master talking, he was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized, quickly responded, and ran back to the shop to find someone: "Ah?! Oh, young master Wait a minute, I'll go invite the shopkeeper right now."

Zhiye nodded but did not respond, his eyes fell on the couplets on both sides of the entrance of the Wen'an Hall. They all said that the words are like people, and the words are like seeing people. Looking at this couplet, not to mention the content of the couplet. Should be a teenager.

The handwriting is strong and powerful, with sharp edges and corners, but lacks the sleekness of compromising with the world, and the flowing clouds and flowing water are full of unruly and vigor...

Just as he was thinking, a deep and refined voice suddenly sounded.

"The old man has seen the young master."

The old gentleman in gray-brown inconspicuous clothes quickly sized up Zhiye, and naturally he saluted without intentionally flattering him.

Zhiye came back to his senses and hurriedly avoided, and at the same time replied: "The old man is polite."

"I'm the manager of the Wen'an Hall and the person who made the question. I don't know if the young master wants to go through the trial privately or is he here?"

Zhiye looked at the melon-eating crowd who had been watching for a long time, smiled and said: "It's right here, don't bother."

The old gentleman's eyes flickered slightly, and he saw that the young man in front of him was full of bookishness and introversion, his temperament was elegant and dusty, and his grades were rare. He was calm and composed. This kind of person is either very deep in the city, or he has solid knowledge and no fear.

No matter what, just relying on his daring to accept the test openly here is enough for him to respect.

The old man's tone was somewhat respectful, and he became more gentle: "Okay, young master, please note that our Wen'an Museum also has regulations on the time for writing poems. You need to make them within two incense sticks, and you will stop counting when the time is over."

Zhiye nodded, expressing his understanding.

Seeing that Ye didn't raise any objections, the old man directly proposed the title: "My lord, please write a poem with the theme of a gentleman, and the younger one will light the incense. Please, my lord."

Zhiye nodded, bowed his head with his hands behind his back and meditated, making a draft in his heart, and constantly revising and perfecting it.

It's not the first time for the people around to watch the excitement. They are very familiar with the rules of the Wen'an Hall. At this moment, seeing the young master meditating, everyone is waiting quietly, absolutely guaranteeing that he will not disturb the son. thoughts.

Time passed by every minute and every second. Although everyone was not a participant, in such an atmosphere, everyone was still a little nervous. From time to time, they looked at the burnt first injection of incense.

The last bit of incense was burnt out, and the little second hand quickly paid the second bet. At this moment, Zhiye raised his head, without any tension on his face, Shi Shiran bowed and said, "I'm making a fool of myself. Also invite the old gentleman to taste..."

A poem does not use too gorgeous words, nor is it too amazing. It can only be said to be of a level, but it is quite satisfactory, but it is enough to enter the Wen'an Museum.

After listening to the poem, the old man frowned and hesitated to speak. Although the poem was enough to pass the test, it did not meet the deadline in his heart at all, and it really didn't match the young man in front of him.

Could it be that the young man in front of him is hiding his clumsiness?
After the old man had such thoughts in his mind, the more he looked at the young master in front of him, the more he was sure of his guess, although he didn't know the reason, but he knew that he hadn't broken it on the spot, and took the lead in applauding: "Congratulations, young master, this test is over. "

Zhiye had a slight smile on his face, neither complacent nor fortunate, which made the old man more sure.

"My lord, do you want to continue to the third level?"

Zhiye nodded: "Please ask the old man to come up with a question."

The old man pondered for a while before he opened his mouth and gave the first couplet.

Zhiye thought about it for a while, and then came up with the next couplet. It was still not good, but the confrontation was neat, making it impossible to find faults.

Knowing that someone is going to enter the Wen'an Pavilion, the good people in the Wen'an Pavilion crowded over early to watch.

Among them, there are many people who are outstanding in knowledge. Naturally, there are not a few people who see Zhiye Zangzhuo, but few people who can enter this Wen'an hall are without brains. Therefore, even if they saw it, no one made a sound.

However, most people have the intention to make friends with Zhiye, even if they don't, no one has a bad feeling for Zhiye, after all, there is no conflict of interest.

It went well, and Zhiye was welcomed into the Wen'an Pavilion by the old gentleman.

The spectators also dispersed, and everything was too ordinary, and there was nothing to say about it.

Except for a few young and enthusiastic young men in the Wen'an Pavilion, everyone else is in their respective positions, but their eyes still occasionally fall on Zhiye.

The environment here is more elegant than the outside. The faint scent of sandalwood will make people relax without knowing it. The sound of gurgling water comes from nowhere. After listening for a long time, it will make people feel refreshed and return to nature. The hall was separated by screens to form a lot of small compartments, which provided privacy. There were poems and paintings hanging on the walls, obviously not belonging to one person.

But they all have one thing in common, each pair has a different highlight, maybe it's good handwriting, maybe it's good content...

　The author skipped about the poems and couplets, don’t pay attention to the details, I love you
　　
　
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