Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

Cui Xie and Xie Ying hid in the corner of the yard quietly studying perfume, but the judges on the stage dutifully evaluated the poem and scored the votes.

Most literati in the Ming Dynasty loved to write poetry. This kind of poetry ticket was not only to save money, but also an opportunity to show off their skills and become famous, so they wrote a lot of them carefully. There are more than one hundred expert votes left after the audition, and it takes a while to read it. The true love votes were counted earlier. Before the poem was finished, there was a total of more than 1,800 votes: Diao Chan and Xiao Qiao are both four hundred and fifty, and they are tightly clenched. Zhen's has nearly 400 votes, and Sun Shangxiang is a little farther away, only 300 tickets; but Da Qiao is the bottom.

After all, in history and romance, Da Qiao is just a thin shadow. He doesn't even have his own dramas or storytelling. Looking at Tu Xu Qing alone, he couldn't overpower the four actresses. After all, he was powerless.

The true love votes cannot see the difference, so you have to rely on expert votes. The audience hated that they brought less money and couldn't swipe a few more tickets to win the beautiful lady up. At this time, they can only see that those literary talents are not good enough. Hundreds of eyes all stared at the stage closely, and hundreds of ears stood up, listening to the scores of the judges.

When it comes to the beauty that I support, I hope the judges will give me more points. If I am not my favorite, I want her to get a bit less.

Together with the gains and losses, such boring poems and scoring links seem to be more worrying than gambling. A group of people who didn't even understand the standard rules listened to the scores reported by the judges, their hearts moved with the division, and they felt their hands danced, their mouths foamed, and they screamed in confusion below:

"This song is good, this is a good sentence!"

"What's so good, I can't understand it! A poet who says to write a poem that the old lady can understand is a good poem!"

"Bah, what poem do you know! This sentence of'cold night dew and wet silk clothes heavy' is better than'striving for the king of Naiwen to love the newcomer'!"

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There are also authors who listened to their poems asking their tutors to give low marks and waved their arms, shouting that the judges’ ratings were unreasonable and that the poem selection was shady.

The judges calmly judged the points at the back, reading poems one by one, and ignored whoever made a fuss. The elder sisters who were dressed up as beautiful ladies were not so calm. They peeked out of the screen and asked tremblingly: "Aren't they going to come up?"

Before the group of people really made an uproar, a hand stretched out from the crowd, pressed the shoulder of the person who was leading the noise, and patted hard.

The man had a rare opportunity to call a hundred responses. He was shouting that his tutor was unfair, and he wanted to fight for justice in his poem and the beauty in the poem. However, he was slapped and almost breathless. Anxiously, he clutched his shoulders, jumped his feet, and shouted, "Who! Why shoot me!"

He looked back, but he was a young man he didn't know, handsome and handsome, with a faint smile on his face and no special majesty. But when he saw the man's gaze, he felt his throat blocked inexplicably, like a frog that saw a snake and couldn't speak.

The person clapped his hands as if touching something dirty, and said with a smile: "There are many VIPs here tonight, to appreciate the beauty and to judge today's top talent. If you make trouble alone, if you disturb the audience Honorable guest, abruptly a beautiful lady from the past, how can you bear it?"

His voice didn't increase deliberately, but because of his aura, it still clearly came out from the crowd.

The scholar insisted and asked: "Who are you?"

He lowered his head and looked at his waist. There was a kit on his belt with the sign "Jinyiwei Thousand Households" in it, but it was not worth taking out here. He only looked at the scholar indifferently and asked: "Just now the instructor commented on the poem of "I am thinking of beauty, I am thinking of boundlessness" with a three-pointer. You only made trouble. I read it right? You made that poem? You? People are here, poems are here, and the local Yali Zaoli is on standby in the courtyard. Are you going to be honest, or are you making trouble to get people tied into Daxing County?"

The scholar suddenly became dumb, and there were a few people around who shouted not to be afraid, trying to fight for him. Suddenly a young man's voice sounded after the crowd, and he said loudly: "Since you can fight for good or bad poetry, you must be talented. But if you want to "I think of beauty and think of boundlessness, the east wind will not see the empty hope. If you can make Er Qiao) Meet me first, don't marry Sun Lang and Zhou Lang. "Such a poem and the judges are noisy, and it will be spread to Beijing tomorrow, do you still have a face to be a scholar?"

"He, he wrote this poem..."

The group of young people who were still angry just now knew that the leader was such a guy, so they didn't dare to speak out again. The warriors and merchants who didn't know how to write poetry all laughed, and the tense atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly relaxed.

The scholars who led the trouble heard him sneer so hard, turned their heads and thought about their masterpieces, as if they were not of a level that can make people read them out loud, and they quickly covered their faces and scattered into the crowd.

The female prostitutes on the stage finally dared to come out, leaning on the side of the fence and shining the lights to the crowd, and they responded softly: "Thank you, son, for calming down this matter for me? Please come up and take a slave. The chaos just now scared the slaves. "

"My sisters have always been friendly, but how can we tell the officials to hurt their peace for us..."

It's just that Xie and Cui have long since disappeared into the crowd. They deliberately kept a low profile, their clothes were dark, and even the people around didn't notice where the two of them were.

Those who asked beauties to carry their lanterns had long forgotten what they were arguing for, and even no matter what they were looking for, they clamored to show their faces in the audience and echoed: "That’s not bad, are they just a few sour poems? That poem does not account for the number of votes Too much, arguing about the score of the vote less than half of the vote, why should I spend more money to buy books for the beauties to vote early!"

A chaos disappeared, and ten dedicated judges finally calculated the number of votes: Xiao Qiao counted 36 votes, post-screening 30 votes, Diao Chan 23 votes, Da Qiao 18 votes, and Mrs. Sun 10. Five votes. The fractions with a few tenths of the average score are rounded up and not counted as votes.

Da Qiao's expert votes are many, but it is dazzled by the light that Er Qiao often mentions in the poems. Anyone who chants Er Qiao, the final score is calculated equally by the sisters. Zhen Shi can be regarded as a single person against Jiangdong Er Qiao, and can still achieve this result. All of Cao Siwang's "Rose of the Luoshen" has made the literati's goodwill.

After the results are calculated, the final winner is Xiao Qiao, after which Zhen Shi, Diao Chan, Madam Sun, and Da Qiao. The highest-ranked poem is by Yongzhen, and the author only wrote the individual number "Mr. Shuixi".

After the second bookshop, the guy at the bookshop removed the curtain of the vote counting and replaced it with a new white cloth. Cui Qi got out of the painting screen and copied "Mr. Shuixi", "Chengtang layman" and "Wanping Xieshi" on it. The names of "Hanzhu Mountain People" and "Idlers in the Book" are inscribed below with their poems.

He also practiced painting and calligraphy with Mr. Lu for a few days. Although his writing was not very good, he was already quite good as a businessman.

Someone also praised him a few times below. His face was slightly red. Fortunately, he couldn't see it under the light. He nervously grasped the pen and said to the audience: "These five poets are the five leaders of today's poetry society. The portrait of Yong Jiaren was presented to him. If anyone is there, please bring a seal or the like that can prove your identity and pick it up at the reception desk of the outer courtyard. If there is no authentication, you can write a poem on the spot to prove yourself. Today’s future, tomorrow The shop will hang the poem outside Ju'anzhai, waiting for the poet to come and pick it up."

The crowd looked from left to right, hoping that someone would lead it on the spot, so they could watch the excitement.

The excitement really came, and a few people behind the crowd shouted: "Open the door, my son is a idler in the book! That big Qiao beauty picture belongs to our son!"

The crowd parted, they all looked at the man through the stage lights, wishing to engrave the guy who snatched the beauty into their hearts. The man wore a scarlet red waist, with his belt buckled on the ribs, and his clothes were wide, with his head held up and his chest raised. He half-hidden his face with a folding fan, showing only a pair of thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was rich in his twenties. Take a leisurely time, envy everyone.

He looked around at the envy and jealous literati, showing a slight complacency, and said with a smile: "Although I did not bring my seal, I can prove myself - I voted for Da Qiao with 17 votes, and the remaining four US votes. There are more, besides me, no one else has voted like this, right?"

It is a pity that the number of votes cast repeatedly is not counted, otherwise the top two US votes will be more thrilling.

The door of the stage opened, and fragrant mist floated out first, and then a beautiful lady in white walked out from it, it was Da Qiao. Getting closer, the eyeliner and vermilion powder drawn around her eyes can be seen more clearly, but in the soft night, it is not too strong, but the makeup is more extraordinary and amazing.

She was covered in fragrant breeze, and handed it to the young man with the scroll in her hand. She was deeply blessed: "Xie Xie loves him, and may the young man not forget his concubine."

Da Qiao came and went like wind, leaving only a picture scroll, and a few wisps of powder sprinkled from the soles of the empty shoes on the ground to teach people that the real person had just come.

The "book idler" knocked the palm of his hand with the folding fan, looked at the doorway and sighed: "After today, these five beautiful ladies are worth a hundred times. I really want to see what the remaining ones look like, and write poems. Who won their portrait?"

He sighed and left, but there was no next person who took such a brave painting in public, which made the viewers very disappointed. Cui Xie watched him go from behind, and sighed, "Talented man, I don't know where he is from, maybe I can do the same scientific examination with him in the future?"

My own accumulation is still not enough...

Cui Xie shook his head, but saw Xie Ying smiling beside him, her shoulders trembling slightly, and the corners of her mouth were squeezed, and then she whispered, "That person is really not a talented person, nine out of ten of these poems are paid for. of."

It turned out to be bought by someone... It seems that the gunners and ghostwriters have existed since ancient times, and it is not too surprising. Cui Xie sighed that the ancient morals were no better than the modern ones, and asked, "Brother Xie recognizes this son?"

Xie Ying looked at him with a smile, and said with eyebrows: "Not only do I recognize it, but you also recognize it around the corner-he is Gao Su, the nephew of the father-in-law who gave you the banner table, see Jin Yiwei hang a name, dry collar It’s a salary."

Cui Xie immediately became in awe: "When I entered the palace, it was also thanks to Gao Gonggong who sent some people in advance. Since he likes painting, why don't I ask someone to send five of them to his house?"

Xie Ying shook his head: "No, you shouldn't know him. You rushed to make people suspicious. Besides, these ten taels of silver are not worth a special visit."

If this painting hadn't been printed so many, it would have been possible to ask for a high price because of its freshness.

Instead, what Cui Xie wanted was "not worth the money." Those who came to the garden party today were either rich or expensive. If they had only those five paintings, they would be able to auction a sum of silver. Can those who didn't buy them be happy? Wouldn't it be uneconomical to buy it at a high price?

This is not the time for them to be safe and worry-free in the realm of Qian'an, under the name of the son of the fifth-rank physicist, backed by the big tree of the third-rank commander. None of these nobles is happy anymore, even a small Juanzhai can't hold it.

At this time, because no new talents came forward to lead the painting, the tourists also began to turn around. This beauty pageant has officially ended. Everyone slowly came out under the leadership of the local Lijia. If you want to eat, you can also eat some supper. Everyone can bring a beauty lamp back as a memorial before leaving. Run for nothing.

Seeing several colleagues coming from a distance, Xie Ying shook Cui Xie's hand gently, and whispered: "I'll go to them, and it's not good for someone to see you and me so close. You also go back, don't call you classmates We are suspicious..."

He gave Cui Xie the lantern and the baggage, then turned and left. Cui Xie watched him walk away in Huaying, walked into the stage against the flow of people, and waited for the judges to return to the East Yard to rest.

The judges didn't care to ask him where he was. They smiled and asked, "Do you know who wrote the poem about Madam Sun?"

what? Cui Xie was stunned. Seeing that these people in the room were either excited and wanted to come up to the stage and shouted twice, or suppressed their joy, and wanted to pretend to be calm, they guessed that the author must be his own. He looked around, only Fei Jieyuan was really indifferent, he wouldn't laugh as soon as he opened his mouth, and he was an acquaintance who had met several times, so he stepped forward and asked: "I want to ask Fei Jieyuan, who did it."

Fei Hong's calm expression suddenly broke, his eyes gleaming and he looked out, and asked in a low voice: "How did Case Chief Cui guess that it was mine?"

One of the masters was surprised and said: "It's really a guess, if you come in and take a few glances, you know that the fee is charged?"

His uncle Ferry smiled and said, "Cui's case leader is really wide-ranging, and we even know about Hanzhu Mountain in Jiangxi."

The case chief Cui... is purely a blind cat and a dead mouse, but at this time, he can’t say anything, he also pretends to be unpredictable, and smiles: "Congratulations Fei Jieyuan, ask them to wrap up the portrait of Mrs. Sun, called Uncle Ling. My nephew takes it away."

Fei Hong settled down and thanked him: "Actually, I should have thanked Cui case chief. Uncle Jia is going back to the hometown recently. I didn't expect that before my uncle's return trip, we could still be this mentor together. Seeing such a lively scene, Recalling this later, I can also let go of loneliness a little bit."

Cui Xie only knew that the uncle of the Fei family was going to leave, but the students in Lixingtang had known it a long time ago, and they were a little nostalgic when they mentioned it. After an appointment, they would have a drink of practice wine before returning to the guest house.

They are almost full here. Ferry took the painting for his nephew, and a few packed his things and had to go home. Suddenly the door of the stage below was knocked again, and a guy went down and opened the door to introduce people in and asked him clearly. As for his identity, he announced loudly from below: "The owner, the author of Diao Chan's poems,'Wanping Xie Family' has come to pick up the painting."

Cui Xie hurriedly asked people to move the screen to block the tutors, and left a table outside for registration, and asked the lady who pretended to be Diaochan to come forward to greet him.

After the award recipient came up, he should have registered and confirmed his identity first, but as soon as that person opened his mouth, the tutors behind the screen suddenly saw a little sweat on their foreheads, and they didn't dare to speak anymore——

That's the voice of their assistant teacher thanking the Book of Songs!

Assistant Professor Xie didn't recognize them, and asked faintly: "I don't have a seal, but I can write a poem to prove it on the spot. Would you like to comment?"

No, not for use, they all believe in the conduct of teaching assistants, not the impostor!