Rebirth of the Tang Dynasty's strongest consort

Chapter 75 What is the first place on the list, could it be that Jiang Lang has exhausted his talents?

Seeing that Elder Sun Run wanted revenge, Li Sudai frowned, and said to Fang Yiai: "Dear brother, Elder Sun Run is clearly trying to make you look ugly."

Hou Balin glared at Changsun Run secretly, and then said: "Yes, this grandson is really insidious!"

Seeing the worried and angry expressions of Li Su and Hou Balin, Fang Yiai gave a wry smile and said softly, "It's nothing, you two don't have to worry."

After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai slowly got up under the horrified eyes of everyone, and walked towards the high hall of Hongwen Museum.

"The number one on the list is really a heavenly man!"

"What's the first place on the list, we must give our Enke freshmen a sigh of relief."

Along the way, all the students saluted Fang Yiai with admiration in their eyes.

Changsun Run forced Fang Yiai to the point of being unable to get off the tiger, and couldn't help feeling a sense of revenge in his heart, and said with a light smile, "Hmph, let's see how you get the answer right!"

On the high platform, Fang Yiai stood in front of the desk, looking at the white rice paper on the desk, but her mind was clueless.

Lin Xiuwen's extortion for bribes was smashed before, and he has long held a grudge against Fang Yiai. Seeing Fang Yiai's delay in writing, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said loudly: "He is the first, please start writing?"

Although the old doctor is old, but nearly 40 years of teaching career, he has already seen through Fang Yiai's current predicament. Seeing Lin Xiuwen talking about the general, this old master who has been favored by Fang Yiai twice, can't help but secretly feel anxious.

Looking around the audience, seeing the expectant, suspicious, and laughing faces of the students, Fang Yiai gritted his teeth secretly. Although he had read Tang poetry and Song poetry in his previous life, there were not many poems about the theme of "cold window", let alone Temporary meditation came out.

Seeing Fang Yi'ai standing on the stage blankly, Changsun Run became more and more proud, and shouted loudly: "What's the first place on the list, write quickly!"

There was a sound of urging, and the audience was buzzing and chaotic. The students of all classes had already heard about the top names in the commoner list. Seeing that Fang Yiai hadn't started to write, they couldn't help but sat in the table and started whispering.

Seeing the students talking a lot, Lin Xiuwen cleared his throat, and said seriously: "Why is the top of the list, could it be that you are not feeling well? Or is your talent exhausted?"

An idea just popped up in Fang Yiai's mind, but seeing the noise all around, the idea disappeared immediately.

Looking towards Lin Xiuwen, I saw that most of the doctors and clerks were nodding and smiling, but the old doctor stood aside with a sad face, looking particularly dazzling.

When his eyes swept over the old doctor, a flash of light flashed in Fang Yiai's mind, and he murmured, "Is the old master's study a cold window?"

After pondering for a while, Fang Yiai smiled slightly, "Haha, we have it!"

After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, and began to write on the rice paper with a swipe of the brush.

"He Bang is the first to start writing!"

"Oh my God, the number one on the list is really a talented person!"

"I don't know what is written at the top of the list."

Seeing Fang Yiai start writing, Changsun Run's cheeks sank, and he snorted coldly, "I don't know what was written, could it be that I'm writing indiscriminately?"

Lin Xiuwen looked at Fang Yiai, who was flying like flying pens on the high platform, frowned slightly, and muttered to himself, "Could this kid really have such a talent? If there is really a champion in this imperial examination, it must be him!"

After a while of writing, Fang Yiai put down the brush, looked at the writing on the paper in one go, nodded and smiled involuntarily.

Seeing Fang Yiai nodding her head confidently and chuckling, Lin Xiuwen, who was looking forward to making a fool of herself, said, "But I don't know what poem is written at the top of the list? Can you read it for everyone to listen to?"

"it is good."

How could Fang Yiai not know Lin Xiuwen's thoughts, looking at the expectant eyes of everyone in the audience, Fang Yiai nodded in response, and then picked up the rice paper on the table.

"If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals. If the water is not deep, there will be dragons. This is a shabby room, but I am virtuous. The moss marks are green on the steps, and the grass is green in the curtain."

In the middle of reading loudly, Fang Yiai walked down the high platform slowly, stood in front of everyone, and gave a soft smile.

"There are great Confucian scholars in talking and laughing, but there are no white people in communication. You can tune the plain qin and read the golden scriptures. There is no messy ears of silk and bamboo, and no hard work of case books. Zhuge Lu in Nanyang, Ziyun Pavilion in Xishu. Confucius said: Why is there such a thing?"

After the second half of the recitation was finished, Fang Yiai breathed a sigh of relief, held the rice paper in her hand and said to everyone, "You're making a fool of yourself."

After finishing speaking, under the astonished gaze of everyone, Fang Yiai walked slowly in front of Lin Xiuwen and the others, bowed his hands to the old doctor who was in a daze, and said, "This "Humble Room Inscription" written by the students impromptu, will be Send it to your master and hang it in the study hall."

As soon as this remark came out, not only the old doctor was shocked, but even Lin Xiuwen and other civil servants were shocked.

"Humble room inscription? This son can be the number one scholar in this discipline!"

"Eloquent and impromptu lyrics. Compared with Cao Zhi at the end of Han Dynasty, it is even worse!"

"Good words, good mood. But can this poor old man be worthy of such an elegant work?"

While everyone was discussing different things, the old doctor standing aside trembled slightly, his mouth opened and closed in shock.

After hearing Fang Yiai recite the humble room inscription, the old doctor was still wondering how the artistic conception of this poem was so similar to his own study hall. Now that Fang Yiai wanted to give him the original humble room inscription, he suddenly understood come over.

Seeing the rice paper presented by Fang Yiai with both hands, the old doctor was extremely excited, wanted to reach out to pick it up but was afraid that he might make a mistake, so he could only stand there and hesitated and asked, "Is the first person on the list to give this word to this old man? "

Seeing the old doctor's expression of hesitation, Fang Yiai chuckled and confirmed: "I wrote a letter as a gift to the master, and I hope the master will accept it."

"Well, well, but it's disrespectful, but it's disrespectful."

With Fang Yiai's confirmation, the old doctor took the rice paper with "Humble Room Inscription" with trembling hands, and looked at it with eyes no less than ten thousand ingots of gold and silver.

Looking at the greedy faces of Lin Xiuwen and others, Fang Yi felt disgusted, and asked instead: "Masters, the students have important things to do. Can we go first?"

Lin Xiuwen was in a daze, and when he heard Fang Yiai's question, he nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay. The leader of the list, go slowly."

After obtaining the consent of Lin Xiuwen and others, Fang Yiai paced away, and before he could take a few steps, a long soft sigh came from behind him.

Hearing the old doctor's sigh, and thinking of what he said about his family's poverty, Fang Yiai's heart trembled, and she thought to herself, "Could it be the words on the inscription on the humble room that touched the old master's heartstrings?"

Thinking of this, Fang Yiai stopped, returned to the old doctor, cupped her hands and said, "If Master is interested, you can carve the student's humble work into a rubbing board. You can also give it to several doctors for appreciation."

As soon as these words came out, a strange brilliance flashed in the eyes of Lin Xiuwen and others.

Before the old doctor was touched by the words on the inscription on the humble room, he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh. Now that Fang Yiai guessed what was on his mind, he couldn't help but blushed and answered yes.

"The master put away the paper, and the student said goodbye."

After reminding the old doctor that he could use the rubbings to make a fortune like the shopkeeper of Chang'an Restaurant, Fang Yiai walked away with a salute.

After bidding farewell to the old doctor and others, Fang Yiai returned to the banquet between Li Su and Hou Balin, and was about to speak, when a chorus of greetings came from her ears.

"Top!"

Seeing all the students saluting greetings, Fang Yiai spoke freely, cupped his hands and said, "You don't have to do this, you can call me by my real name in the future. I really don't dare to take the first two words."

After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai turned to Li Su, who had red eyes, and said, "My dear brother, don't worry about a trivial matter. I just asked for leave from the sacrificial wine, how about you and I go out for a glass of water and wine?"

Li Su was admiring Fang Yiai's talent, and he couldn't help feeling a little surprised when he received Fang Yiai's invitation unexpectedly.

Then she smiled sweetly, stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears, and said, "Okay, my younger brother just wants to confide his heart to my dear brother."

After speaking, Li Su got up and stood beside Fang Yiai, his eyes full of longing.

Seeing that Hou Ba Lin hesitated and wanted to go out with him, Fang Yiai, who had already learned that Li Su was a daughter, chuckled, and said, "My dear brother, I want to let the young prince relax. I have no choice but to leave you here alone. "

Hou Balin was about to open his mouth, but Fang Yiai saw through his thoughts, and in desperation he could only cup his fists and say, "Okay, brother, slow down."

Looking at the beautiful woman who was disguised as a man beside her, Fang Yiai smiled slightly, and stretched out her hand as a gesture of invitation, "My dear brother, let's go?"

Noticing the corner of Fang Yiai's mouth slightly raised, Li Su spat softly, "Brother, you are just making fun of me."

After finishing speaking, the two walked out of the Hongwen Museum shoulder to shoulder, and went to the market to drink.

After Fang Yiai and the two left, Changsun Run sat in the banquet and gritted his teeth secretly, muttering, "What's the point! A few days ago you passed out on the street, why didn't you go to see the King of Hades? After my brother and Princess Changle get married, we must It's your dog's life!"

While Changsun Run was secretly thinking about how to take revenge on Fang Yiai, the old doctor who had been neglected and alienated among his colleagues turned into a favorite.

"Master, you and I have worked together for more than ten years, and I must have a copy of the first batch of rubbings!"

"Yes, yes. We are all colleagues who have worked together for many years. You can rest assured that we will not give money for nothing.

"The rubbings of Chang'an wine shop are now 500 taels. How about 700 taels if there are many inscriptions in the shabby room?"

As soon as the few civil servants headed by Lin Xiuwen said this, the old doctor who was stunned on the spot almost fell down and met the King of Hades.

Looking at the rice paper in his hand, the old doctor faltered and snapped his fingers, muttering, "700 taels! That's my salary for nearly ten years!"

(End of this chapter)