Zhiye came to the entrance of Wen'an Hall and took a look. It was indeed more elegant than places like teahouses. He took a step forward and wanted to go in directly, but was stopped the next second.

Judging by his attire, he must be a waiter from the Wen'an Pavilion, but the man greeted him with a smile, and Zhiye didn't feel angry at all.

After all, as the saying goes, "Don't hit someone with a smiling face", so he is still willing to give others face.

Zhiye stopped, looked at him and asked, "Is something wrong?"

The waiter-looking man had a polite and friendly smile, and immediately apologized: "I have the temerity to stop the young master, it's my fault. I just dare to ask the young master, do you want to enter our Wen'an Hall?"

Zhiye nodded lightly, looked at the waiter calmly, and waited for the next words: "Of course."

"I wonder if Young Master knows the rules of our Wen'an Hall?"

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

The waiter didn't wait for the young man who cherished his words like gold to ask a question, so he could only continue talking on his own.

Just as I was thinking about it, a rich and elegant voice suddenly sounded.

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

Zhiye looked at the melon-eaters who had been watching for a while, smiled and said, "Just stay here, don't bother."

"Master, do you want to continue to the third level?"

Zhiye thought about it for a while, and then wrote the second line. It was still not brilliant, but it was so neat that no one could find fault with it.

The old man's tone became more respectful and gentler: "Okay, sir, please note that our Wen'an Museum also has regulations on the time for poetry writing. You need to complete it within two notes of incense. If it exceeds the time limit, there will be no more counting."

There was a slight smile on Zhiye's face, neither complacent nor lucky, which made the old man even more sure.

"I've met the young master."

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

When the old man saw that Zhiye did not raise any objection, he directly asked the topic: "Please make a poem with the title of a gentleman. I will light some incense, sir."

Zhiye nodded without answering, his eyes fell on the couplets on both sides of the door of Wen'an Hall. They all said that the words are like the person, and reading the words is like looking at the person. Looking at this couplet, without mentioning the content, just based on the handwriting, the person who wrote this couplet

He must be a young man.

There are many outstanding scholars among them, and there are naturally not a few people who can see that Ye Zangzhuo is stupid. However, there are only a few people who can enter this Wen'an Hall who are brainless. Therefore, even if they can see it, no one speaks out.

Zhiye nodded: "Excuse me, sir, to ask the question."

The old gentleman thought for a while before speaking out the first couplet.

The last bit of incense was burned out, and the little second hand quickly added the second bet. At this moment, Zhiye raised his head, without any nervousness on his face, he saluted with a smile and said: "I'm showing off my shame.

Please also ask the old gentleman to taste it..."

"oh……"

After listening to the poem, the old gentleman frowned and hesitated to speak. Although the poem was enough to pass the test, it completely failed to meet the deadline in his heart. It was really inconsistent with the young man in front of him.

The people around to watch the excitement were not here for the first time. They were very familiar with the rules of the Wen'an Pavilion. At this moment, they saw the young master deep in thought, and they all waited quietly, absolutely ensuring that they would not disturb the master.

thoughts.

"There are three rules if you want to enter the Wen'an Pavilion. The first is that you must have the status of a scholar."

No matter what, just because he dares to accept the test openly here is enough for him to respect.

The waiter thought that this young man had nothing to say, but unexpectedly, he heard him ask: "I have a reputation as a scholar, do you want to check it? If not, who will ask the question?"

However, most people have the intention of making friends with Zhiye. Even if they don't, no one has a bad feeling towards Zhiye. After all, there is no conflict of interest.

As he said that, the waiter looked at Zhiye. Although he was smiling, the meaning in his eyes was that if you are not a scholar, you cannot enter. If you don't want to be embarrassed, you can leave now to avoid being laughed at.

The handwriting is strong and powerful, with clear edges and corners, but lacks the tact to compromise with the world, and the flowing words are full of unruly and vitality...

Zhiye looked at the second one calmly and finally said: "What about the second one?"

Zhiye nodded, lowered his head and meditated with his hands behind his back, making a draft in his mind and constantly revising and improving it.

The corner of the waiter's eyes twitched. He didn't know if the young master in front of him understood what he meant, so he could only continue: "Secondly, I need to write a high-quality poem."

Zhiye naturally knew that, he crossed his chest with both hands and supported his chin with the other hand, quietly playing the role of a listener.

Could it be that the young man in front of me is hiding his clumsiness?

After this thought came to the old gentleman's mind, the more he looked at the young master in front of him, the more certain he became in his guess. Although he didn't know the reason, he knew that he had the right to not break it on the spot, so he took the lead in applauding: "Congratulations, young master, this test has been passed.

"

Zhiye regained his composure and hurriedly avoided it, and at the same time returned the greeting: "Old sir, you are polite."

The old man in gray-brown inconspicuous clothes quickly looked at Zhiye and bowed naturally without deliberately trying to please him.

Working as a waiter to make a living, he has long since developed a thick skin. Even if no one cooperates, he can calmly continue the conversation on his own.

The old gentleman's eyes flashed slightly, and he saw that the young man in front of him was bookish and restrained, with a light and elegant temperament, and a calmness that was rare for his seniority. Such a person is either very deep in the city, or has solid knowledge and no need to be afraid.

Zhiye nodded to express his understanding.

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

After the waiter finished speaking, seeing that the young master opposite him still looked indifferent, he could only continue: "Third, you have to match the pairs given by our Wen'an Hall. Only those who pass all three can enter our Wen'an Hall."

"Then please, sir, please listen carefully. Our Wen'an Museum is a place specially designed to receive scholars. We not only receive scholars here, but also scholars with real talents and knowledge."

"I am the manager of the Wen'an Hall and the person who wrote the questions. I wonder if the young master wants to go through the trial in private or right here?"

The waiter thought he heard wrongly, and after looking again and again, it was indeed the young master in front of him who was speaking. He was stunned for a moment and immediately realized what he was saying. He quickly responded and then ran back to the store to find someone: "Ah?! Oh, Mr.

Wait a moment, I’ll go ask the shopkeeper now.”

Time passed by minute by 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 burned out first incense.

The spectators dispersed. Everything was too ordinary and there was nothing to spread.

Except for a few young and enthusiastic young men in the Wen'an Hall, everyone else went to their respective places, but their eyes would occasionally fall on Zhiye.

The environment here is more elegant than outside. The faint scent of sandalwood will relax people unconsciously. The sound of gurgling water comes from nowhere. Listening to it for a long time will make people return to nature and feel relaxed and happy.

The hall is separated by screens to form many small cubicles, which provide privacy. Poems and paintings are hung on the walls, which obviously belongs to no one person.

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

The author has just skipped the poems and couplets. Don’t pay attention to the details. I love you.
Chapter completed!