Dao Fruit

"Qiu Yan, let's meet in the examination room."

Wen Zhizhen looked at Qiu Yan and smiled faintly, showing a confident look. He had just walked all the way from the area where the candidates from Jiangnan Road belonged to to the gathering place of the candidates from Jiannan Road. He didn't know how many people's attention he had attracted along the way.

Now, when this sentence was spoken, dozens of eyes fell on the two of them at the same time, and finally gathered on Qiu Yan's face. To these people, Wen Zhizhen was already a very familiar person, but Qiu Yan's face was a little unfamiliar, so they couldn't help but discuss and ask.

Since he became famous at the literary meeting that day, Wen Zhizhen was often invited by talented poets and dignitaries in the city to participate in poetry meetings and collections, and to write poems and essays in them. For a time, Wen Zhizhen actually became popular in the Xingjing literary world and had a great reputation.

Of course, there were also people who helped behind the scenes, otherwise there would be no such situation.

"That person is Qiu Yan? He doesn't look like a superhero, but he is actually praised as such."

In a teahouse some distance away from the Imperial Examination Hall, Xu Ran, Pang Qianru, Song Qian, and Ji Zheng, four women dressed as men, gathered around a table and looked at the crowd from a distance.

The teahouse they were in seemed to be prepared for people who were sending off the exam. From this angle, you can just see the figures of Wen Zhizhen and Qiu Yan.

However, facing the four women who were obviously dressed as men, no one else dared to approach them, because of the two guards on both sides.

These two people were not necessarily tall, wearing shorts and standing straight, looking no different from ordinary long-term followers, but as long as someone looked at them, they could feel a tremor from the bottom of their hearts, as if they were not seeing people, but some kind of ferocious beasts!

The instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm will make other people who are sending off the exam stay away from them.

But the four girls seemed to be unaware. When they heard Xu Ran's whisper, the other three girls smiled slightly and did not respond. Of course, they knew that Xu Ran had a deep affection for Wen Zhizhen. In order to help Wen Zhizhen gain a foothold in Xingjing these days, she even encouraged many people to help Wen Zhizhen. Otherwise, how could Wen Zhizhen receive so many invitations in such a short time? Even some famous families have released a certain amount of goodwill.

The cultivation of this reputation is actually to accumulate momentum and cultivate reputation. In the half month that Qiu Yan concentrated on studying, Wen Zhizhen has cultivated a certain reputation in Xingjing City, and every move has attracted attention. Today, during the examination, he came to Qiu Yan when everyone was paying attention. A short sentence immediately aroused thousands of waves.

After being passed around, everyone knew Qiu Yan's name.

In fact, as Wen Zhizhen's reputation in Xingjing gradually spread, the events of the literary meeting that day also spread. Some people ridiculed him, and some people were dissatisfied. But no matter what, Wen Zhizhen showed his true ability and was considered to be famous and real. Qiu Yan was nowhere to be seen, but his reputation spread. How could people be convinced?

Since ancient times, there is no first in literature. They are all scholars. Unless they are really suppressed and can hardly breathe, how many people would think that they are inferior to others?

"Is this person Qiu Yan? Looking at his appearance, there seems to be nothing special."

"You can't say that. That day, Prime Minister Zhang paid close attention to this person. After I went back, I visited relatives and friends and finally got some news. Only then did I know that this person's background is extraordinary?"

"Huh? He has a background?"

After this discussion, many people relieved their nervousness about the imperial examination.

"That's right. I heard that when Qiu Yan was in Jiannan Road, he was a student of Prime Minister Ma!"

"Now that you mention it, it's really possible. Prime Minister Ma went to southern Xinjiang two years ago."

Immediately, someone said in a strange voice: "Well, I thought that Wen Zhizhen was so talented that he has this little reputation now. This Qiu Yan has not made any achievements, but he can be compared with him. It turns out that he is a disciple of the prime minister. It's really disrespectful."

"We have studied hard for several years, more than ten years, or even decades, but we are still not as good as the disciples of famous teachers," someone else was indignant, "No wonder even Prime Minister Zhang favors this person! Qiu Yan is also his nephew."

The person who said these words was not far away from Qiu Yan and others, and his voice came over intermittently.

Wen Zhizhen smiled calmly, turned around and faced everyone, wanting to say a few soothing words to show his generosity and magnanimity, while Zhou Guan beside him was filled with righteous indignation, thinking that people's words were scary, and was about to speak up for Qiu Yan.

On the contrary, Qiu Yan, the person involved, narrowed his eyes, stared at Wen Zhizhen's back, and remained silent.

However, before the two of them could speak, a sneer came from the side, accompanied by a word -

"Stupid!"

These two words came abruptly, and the words were clearly pronounced. As soon as they were spoken, the people around them subconsciously stopped talking, and then looked in the direction of the sound, but what they saw was a face full of sarcasm.

Feng Zhao!

Seeing that face, Qiu Yan immediately recognized the identity of the person.

This person's name is Feng Zhao. He lives in the same inn with Luo Jiayun and others, but he is not sociable. Qiu Yan met him once when he first went to the Cangshu Inn. At that time, he poured cold water on Wen Zhizhen amidst the cheers, giving people a cynical feeling.

Unexpectedly, the other party would speak at this time.

"Ma Yang and Zhang Lian are both old party members, while Wang Fu, who presided over the reform, is a new party member. If Qiu Yan is really Ma Yang's disciple, then he will face greater risks than ordinary candidates like us in this imperial examination."

Feng Zhao sneered and looked at everyone, his eyes full of sarcasm and ridicule: "Let me ask, if you were the invigilator, would you choose such a person as a scholar?"

When this was said, everyone's face changed.

It was fine for everyone to talk about the new and old parties in private on weekdays, but now they were outside the Imperial Examination Hall, and a few steps away were the soldiers of the court. There was also the Prime Minister in the hall, who was one of the parties of the new and old parties. In such a situation, who dared to presume to govern the court?

What's more, Feng Zhao said the names of Ma Yang and others without modification, without any respect, which also made everyone terrified.

On the other hand, what Feng Zhao said was the most realistic, which made the surrounding discussions stop abruptly.

"Brother Feng, you..." Luo Jiayun looked at Feng Zhao with a look of surprise. In his impression, Feng Zhao never said anything to people. When did he speak for others? Why did he speak up for Qiu Yan now?

Noticing the gazes, Feng Zhao sneered, looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Qiu Yan's face, shaking his head and said, "Don't get me wrong, I don't intend to curry favor with the powerful, I just can't stand the thoughts of some people. How many people here don't understand what I said? If you really don't understand, then you are stupid because of reading too much. How can you pass the imperial examination and have the heart to participate in the imperial examination?"

It is not easy for a scholar to take the imperial examination. In addition to testing your own knowledge, you also have to be able to understand people's hearts. There are definitely nerds who are stupid because of reading too much, but if you don't understand the ways of the world, it is difficult to go too far on the road of the imperial examination.

"You saw through it, but you still said those words just now. This intention is worth discussing. Could it be that you want to find some excuses for failing the exam? Leave some tricks?" Feng Zhao still sneered, but the surroundings were silent.

After a while, Wen Zhizhen said, "This brother is right. I appreciate your kindness, but I believe that Brother Qiu is not that kind of person, and the court will not allow such a thing to happen." His voice was a little dry, but he still smiled.

After saying this, everyone had a way out. The previous discussion of Qiu Yan was no longer out of selfishness or malice, but out of concern and love for Wen Zhizhen's reputation.

Just at this time, the soldiers not far away saw the crowd gathering and came to disperse the crowd.

On the other side, there was a sudden "crackling" sound of firecrackers, and then someone came to call the roll.

The scene suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of firecrackers.

Everyone knew that this was the official start of the imperial examination. After being called, someone organized a line and walked to the gate of the tribute hall, one by one, to be searched.

The search was simple to say. In addition to preventing smuggling, it was also necessary to prevent impersonation. The characteristics and age of the candidates should be compared according to the documents and files.

In fact, after coming to the city to file, candidates from the same province also have to jointly guarantee, which is the link of joint responsibility, which is to endorse others. Qiu Yan, Luo Jiayun and Zhou Guan are each other's guarantors.

When it was Qiu Yan's turn, the officer in charge of the search, after comparing the documents and understanding the identity, a little cold light flashed in his eyes, and then he grabbed Qiu Yan, the veins on his wrist jumped, and he grabbed his arm suddenly, and bent his fingers like an iron hoop, clamping Qiu Yan's arm through his clothes, swallowing and spitting out the hidden power!

The candidates present were all Juren, and they were well-known. Of course, they could not let their hair loose and take off their clothes for search, but it was still uncomfortable to be touched from above through the clothes, and there was actually an opportunity to play a hidden hand here, and even affect the mood of the candidates in one fell swoop, causing them to be abnormal in the examination room.

"This person is Qiu Yan! Lord Tian specifically ordered us to be careful of him." The officer's expression remained unchanged, but his mind was racing, "Scholar Qiu, Scholar Qiu, I have no grudges against you. You can only blame yourself for offending someone you shouldn't offend."

Thinking this way, his hand kept swallowing and spitting out dark energy, and was about to move on Qiu Yan's body. Unexpectedly, when the thought was transmitted, the hand did not move at all, as if it was disconnected from the thought! It was actually stuck on Qiu Yan's arm.

"Huh?" The officer was stunned, and before he could come back to his senses, Qiu Yan said, "You have also practiced dark energy with this strength, which is considered a small achievement. However, you probably didn't eat any food when you practiced, so you seem strong, but in fact your body is full of hidden injuries, and you only practice the outside, not the inside. I guess you will have bursts of stabbing pain in your lower ribs every two or three days now?" (To be continued. Please search for Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster!)