"Maybe I haven't had much rest these days and I'm just a little tired. It's okay. Let's go up the mountain." Feng Qi looked at Zhuo Ye and smiled softly.
"Whether it's mountain climbing, your body is too delicate and it's time for some exercise." Zhuo Ye nodded.
As soon as Zhuo Ye finished speaking, Qingzhu jumped: "What do you know! Master, he..."
"Qingzhu!" Feng Qidian shouted: "If you don't want to go up the mountain, just wait here!"
Qingzhu sighed and said a little aggrievedly: "Qingzhu will naturally follow the young master."
"Let's go." Feng San frowned and said.
Although a strange feeling flashed through Zhuo Ye's heart, he didn't think much about it. The group of people climbed the stone steps up the mountain.
Not long after walking, Feng Qi was out of breath, and big beads of sweat were dripping down his handsome face. Zhuo Ye was surprised and hurriedly suggested to take a rest, but Feng Qi just smiled and said it didn't matter, and persisted until
Biweiting rested again. Feng San's eyebrows were knotted and his lips were pursed. He thought for a moment, then reached out and Qingzhu helped Feng Qi to walk up the mountain.
The top of Biwei Mountain is not as steep as ordinary mountain peaks. The terrain is relatively flat, and there is a small bamboo forest. Biwei Pavilion is located in this bamboo forest. The environment here is beautiful, with green bamboo shades and an occasional cool breeze.
However, it is refreshing and refreshing, and it is indeed an elegant place suitable for reciting poems and writing poems.
There was a middle-aged man sitting in front of a table and chair by the bamboo forest. The students held the post and handed it to the man. Just as they entered the bamboo forest, a guard behind Feng San stepped forward, took the post from his arms and handed it over. Everyone stepped forward
Entered the woods.
Zhuo Ye secretly thought, it turns out that there are still quotas for this poetry club!
There are several old men sitting in Biwei Pavilion, drinking tea leisurely. They look like judges. There are some tables and chairs scattered in the forest, which are equipped with the four treasures of the study, tea, snacks, and some students.
Five groups of people gathered together, and those who were serious talked loudly.
Feng San was noble and cold, Feng Qi was handsome and handsome, Zhuo Ye was calm and handsome, and several of his entourages were also in high spirits. As soon as the group entered the bamboo forest, they immediately attracted many eyes. Everyone secretly guessed that these people had outstanding looks and temperaments.
Where did the young master come from...
Zhuo Ye followed Feng San and Feng Qi to a table in the corner and sat down. Not long after, the poetry meeting officially began. As expected, the poems were proposed and reviewed by the old men in the pavilion.
Feng Qi explained to Zhuo Ye that among the judges in the pavilion, the old man in green robes who was the leader was Liu Yuanming, the governor of Zhanzhou, and the others were all famous literati and Confucian scholars in this area. This poetry meeting was not only an opportunity for the students to become famous, but also
And those who win first, second, and third place will also receive rewards ranging from one thousand, five hundred, and three hundred taels.
Zhuo Ye heard this and smiled in surprise: "Don't most scholars pretend to be noble?"
Feng Qi smiled and said: "Some scholars are indeed very disdainful of money and common things, but Biweiting's rewards are different. This poetry club has a history of several decades and is highly respected by scholars. In their opinion, being able to obtain
The reward from this poetry club is an honor, and for students from relatively poor families, this amount of money is also a lot of money to pay for exams."
Zhuo Ye nodded without saying a word. He secretly counted Xiao Jiujiu in his heart. Is there a reward of one thousand taels for the first place? It sounds like a lot. Thinking of his plan to make money, how about...