When Zhang Yanling knocked on the door of the inn where Zhu Yunming stayed, Zhu Yunming was hangover until noon.

Zhu Yunming looked Zhang Yanling up and down and said, "Who is your priest?"

"I admire the talented man's reputation, and I came to my house to ask for my name." Zhang Yanling bowed and responded.

In the restaurant that day, Zhang Yanling paid attention to Zhu Yunming in advance, but Zhu Yunming did not pay attention to Zhang Yanling in advance. For a moment, he could not recognize who Zhang Yanling was. But he heard that he was here to ask for his calligraphy, and because of his current embarrassment in the capital, he naturally hoped to get some free pens back.

Zhang Yanling was also the right medicine. He knew what Zhu Yunming was missing now so that he could get close to Zhu Yunming.

"After I arrived in the capital, I have not written a single word for anyone. Who introduced you?" Zhu Yunming was arrogant and seemed to want to take on this business.

Zhang Yanling smiled and said, "Your Excellency's talent and reputation have long been spread to the capital. I came here from my heart and no one recommended it."

Zhu Yunming hesitated for a while before he invited Zhang Yanling into the room.

The room was very messy, probably Zhu Yunming was in a bad mood recently and didn't have to worry about cleaning up.

Living in an inn is similar to later generations. If the candidates who come to the capital want to save money, they will basically rent a private courtyard. They can also study quietly without saving money. You can tell at a glance that Zhu Yunming takes care of his identity and has many social engagements before the exam, so that he will not be laughed at by the visitor and stay in the inn forever.

Before Zhang Yanling went upstairs, he had learned from the shop clerk that Zhu Yunming had owed half a month's money to pay.

"What words can be written? There are paper and pen... I have it here too. You said it, just leave after writing it."

Zhu Yunming was embarrassed to entertain guests in a place like a doghouse. Seeing Zhang Yanling looking around, he felt a little bored and urged him.

Zhang Yanling smiled and said, "It's a pity to wish Caizi a living in such a place."

"Who are you?" Zhu Yunming heard Zhang Yanling's words with a little emotion, so he guessed that Zhang Yanling might have been recommended by his friend, and it might be because his friend wanted to help him, so he just wanted to find an excuse.

Zhang Yanling looked at Zhu Yunming and smiled and said, "I thought that day, 'I am a borer in the cold winter', but I was able to tell the hidden character of Zhu Caizi in one word. Zhu Caizi couldn't recognize me?"

"You are the poetic writer?"

Zhu Yunming also suddenly remembered that he had never seen it on his face, but he had heard the voice, but he didn't remember it very clearly at that time when he was drunk.

But if Zhang Yanling talks about this and he can't remember it anymore, it's really a problem with his brain.

Perhaps thinking that he had exposed Zhang Yanling's poems in front of others that day, the other party might have come to teach him a lesson, he immediately issued an order to expel the guest and said, "You are not welcome here, please go back."

"Why should I keep people from thousands of miles away? I have said below that I am here to ask for words. I wish the talented man would not be so unkind, right?"

Zhang Yanling sat down carelessly.

Revealing his identity is also one of Zhang Yanling's plans. He knew that Zhu Yunming's arrogant heart would definitely not accept gifts from unreasonable people. The most fear is that friends will help him, and scholars will be more likely to be faced.

But if Zhang Yanling said that he was the one who wrote the poem that day, Zhu Yunming would know that he had nothing to do with this person at all, and would instead let go of his psychological burden.

"I brought wine here and wanted to have two drinks with Zhu Caizi."

Zhang Yanling took out a wine jar and placed it on the table. He opened the mud seal and smelled everywhere. It was obvious that it was a good wine.

Zhu Yunming was also proud of being able to tell the poetry that others could not see on that day. The other party treated him with wine, and he didn't need to avoid it, so he sat down at the table.

Zhang Yanling picked up a teacup casually, poured the tea inside, and poured a glass of wine for Zhu Yunming.

After the two of them sat down and drank three cups together, they felt less distant and the atmosphere eased.

Zhang Yanling sighed: "I really couldn't stand those scholars talking about the gains and losses of the court that day. I was so angry that I wrote a poem to implicitly mock it. After my friend and I went to the opposite chess club, I heard that Zhu Caizi expressed the meaning of the poem, which was equivalent to scolding those scholars for me and letting them end up in shame. So today I came to pay special respects to the talented scholars and ask you for a letter."

Zhang Yanling said sincerely.

I just wrote a poem, and if no one revealed it, the group of two people would not suffer a critical blow.

Zhu Yunming was also worried that Zhang Yanling was looking for trouble at home, so he let go of his guard after hearing this. This time he took the initiative to pick up the wine jar and pour the wine because the wine in the wine jar tasted very good.

There were not many jars of imperial wine in the palace in Jianchang Bo’s Mansion, and Zhu Yunming had no blessings before.

"If you came to thank me, there was no need. On that day, I just thought that the scholars were too arrogant and domineering. Besides, they couldn't understand such obvious Tibetan poems, and it was just a result of the situation."

Zhu Yunming is still very free and easy, and does not seem to accept Zhang Yanling's love.

Zhang Yanling clapped his hands and said, a person came in from outside. It was Nanlaise. At this time, Nanlaise was holding a wooden box in his hand and opened it. Inside were five ten taels of official silver ingots and fifty taels of silver, which were placed on the table.

"What is your intention?" Zhu Yunming was naturally moved when he saw several large silver ingots, but he still couldn't express it too obviously.

Zhang Yanling smiled and said, "I admire Zhu Caizi's talent and learning very much. Besides, if you have the opportunity, I want to make friends. This is a little bit of money."

Zhu Yunming didn't care about drinking wine, so he stood up immediately, and said with anger: "You and I don't know each other, and I will not receive any rewards without merit. Please take back the money!"

Zhu Yunming is famous. These days, scholars are polite to starve to death and not receive food given to him. Even if he gives it to him in the name of "Qiu", Zhu Yunming would definitely not accept it.

"You would rather stay in the capital than accept your kindness? The inn's house money has to be paid, and the meals and wines have to be paid... Even if you want to return to your hometown, you still need to be busy?"

Zhang Yanling's words sound very straightforward, but for a proud juren like Zhu Yunming, it is tantamount to exposing his scars.

Zhang Yanling no longer hides it. I am here to help you. It depends on whether you accept it or not.

You have arrogance, are you?

I have to suppress your arrogance first, otherwise if you look back, you will know that I am a relative Zhang Yanling, and you will still part ways.

Scholars these days, without suffering from hardships and without knowing the hardships of the world, can they be used by others?

Especially for a notorious relative like me?

Suddenly, Zhu Yunming broke up and blushed with anger, "I appreciate your kindness. You are just writing a few poems or two, cursing Bai Ding's talent and knowledge on the street. They don't plan to do it!"

Zhu Yunming was angry and directly attacked Zhang Yanling's talent and learning.

Expose each other's shortcomings.

Zhang Yanling sneered: "If you don't get the imperial examination twice, you've reached such a field. If you ask you to take the exam a few more times, wouldn't you be a waste of yourself?"

"You...you..."

Zhu Yunming originally thought that Zhang Yanling came to thank him, but when he heard these words, he was so angry that he trembled all over.

Zhang Yanling said sarcastically again: "I thought I could really be able to take the imperial examinations and high school if I had some talent. I didn't think about this world. What the examiners wanted to see when they reviewed the papers was the candidates' etiquette, integrity, shame, loyalty, filial piety, and mercy. What's the use of talent? Do you think your talents can be used as food?"

Zhu Yunming already tends to find a hole in the ground.

I am still too naive and believe in the nonsense of asking for words. I know that the other party is a poet and still has fantasies, so I should have driven the person away directly before.

The key is that every sentence that Zhang Yanling satirized can reach the deepest part of his heart. What he thought about in recent times is basically this.

"Come on, spread the paper for me."

At the order of Zhang Yanling, Nan Laise came in again, cleaned up the tea cup and wine jar on the table, and placed pen, ink, paper and ink.

Zhang Yanling picked up the pen, waved his hand, and wrote on the paper.

Nan Laise looked at it, her mouth wide open, thinking in her heart: "Sir, can't you be crazy? What kind of ghost drawing talisman is written?"

What Zhang Yanling wrote is cursive script.

The key point is not the cursive script, the key point is what he wrote, which he studied in his previous life, and was written with Zhu Yunming's pen.

Sure enough, Zhu Yunming looked around and was stunned, because the words written by the person in front of him were exactly the same as what he usually practiced, and he was even more clever in the twists and turns of the strokes.

He even rubbed his eyes, sure that he was not dreaming, and that he was not writing it on paper while drunk.

Zhang Yanling quickly finished writing a piece of characters, put down his pen and looked at Zhu Yunming with a smile, saying, "I heard that Zhu Caizi's handwriting is well written, especially cursive script. I wonder if you can judge how this piece is written next?"

Zhu Yunming said with a dark face: "Are you imitating my handwriting?"

Zhang Yanling laughed and said, "You can still see it. How much value do you think this word can be if you take it out?"

Zhu Yunming's face was pitch black and silent. The words he was proud of were easily imitated by others. Only those with high levels could imitate low levels. This shows that the other party's attainment in calligraphy and painting was definitely above him, and this would have a great blow to him.

"Then I'll tell you, it's worthless!"

Zhang Yanling said something bluntly again, almost slapping Zhu Yunming in the face.

Zhu Yunming blushed and was about to argue with Zhang Yanling, but suddenly he was stunned because he saw what this painting of cursive script was written.

"Persist in the green mountains and do not relax, the roots are originally in the broken rocks. Thousands of mills and tens of thousands of blows are still strong, no matter how winds are east, west, south and north."

It was Zheng Banqiao's "Bamboo and Stone" that Zhang Yanling had borrowed from when he wrote a limerick poem before.

When Zhu Yunming saw what was written on it clearly, he thought of the contrast between his situation and Zhang Yanling's attitude when he came to the door, and suddenly he couldn't say those words that wanted to argue with Zhang Yanling.

Everyone is more important to have self-knowledge.

Zhu Yunming knew that he had fallen to the point of returning home to meet his family without a face. Face and other things were actually superficial articles. Although the other party was ridiculing him everywhere, the meaning contained in this poem was obviously encouraging him.

When Zhang Yanling saw Zhu Yunming's expression, he guessed the change in his mentality and changed into a serious tone again: "Brother Zhu, you are indeed the top scholar. Whether it is your talent or your attainment in poetry and painting, you can definitely be called a talented man of the Ming Dynasty. I really don't want to see you continue to sink. Please forgive me for the offense just now."

"The sword is sharpened by sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. All my thoughts are in this poem."

Zhu Yunming had previously said that he was "different to the Tao and did not plan for each other", and intended to detract Zhang Yanling from his talent and learning. Zhang Yanling took out a poem casually, which made Zhu Yunming feel ashamed.

Half of the poem he said in a casual sentence caused him to suffer a second injury.

Once the arrogance in my heart is suppressed, it will be difficult to raise it again.

"I admire your talent and knowledge." Zhu Yunming also admitted defeat this time.

Zhang Yanling smiled and said, "It's better for you and I to stop asking for words. Sit down with me and continue drinking. How about we drink and talk about it?"

Zhu Yunming was a little depressed, and he was not told that he could not pass the imperial examination. His self-pride talent and calligraphy were compared. The blow was huge, and he had already begun to doubt his life.

When he sat down and went to drink in a daze, his eyes couldn't help but look at the five ingots of official silver that were still on the side.

It seems that only this thing is the most reliable comfort in his heart.

Zhang Yanling also noticed Zhu Yunming's gaze and said with a smile: "There are fifty taels of official silver here. The bento is a gift from Brother Zhu. I hope Brother Zhu will not dislike him."

Zhu Yunming still stood there, respectfully bowing to Zhang Yanling and said, "Your Excellency's teachings will never be forgotten. I don't know your name in Gao?"

Zhang Yanling smiled and said, "It's easy to say. I'm the next surname Zhang and my name is Zhang Yue."

Zhu Yunming was stunned. He was obviously searching for Zhang Yue's origin in his mind, but he couldn't understand it. However, thinking that he was all the unknown people who learned it, so he was even less worth mentioning. He instantly felt more lost in his heart.

"Brother Zhang, you are really Xizhe's soulmate, and you are also Xizhe's teacher of poetry!"

Zhu Yunming suddenly felt like he had an epiphany.

Perhaps it was for the fifty taels of silver, even the words of "the teacher of a poem".

Zhang Yanling was also thinking in his heart that the character of this scholar is really...

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