Chen Ping ranked first among the three high school students at such a young age, and he indeed attracted much attention among the candidates.
But equally eye-catching are his two teachers.
One was ruined, and the other was famous in the capital.
No matter which one of them, they were once famous, but now they are completely different.
Although no one has mentioned this matter for many years, there are still many curious people.
Cheng Yuanjian sat down carelessly and said in a rough voice: "Brother Chen is also lucky. Fortunately, he later became Zhao Wenhe. If Ye Wenchang still teaches you, wouldn't he teach you in the direction of Mr. Accountant?" p>
Many of the people laughed out loud when they heard this. Mr. Tian coughed and said tactfully: "Ye Wenchang is right with everyone, but it's a pity that he went astray in his later years."
"What's wrong?" Cheng Yuanjian suddenly became interested and asked, "What did he do?"
Cheng Cheng, who was throwing the dice, was a little bewildered until the smile on his face suddenly froze.
The entire courtyard was still filled with people drinking and drinking, except for the inexplicable silence around Chen Ping.
"Master Cheng, are you drunk?" Cheng Cheng glanced at Chen Ping worriedly and changed his name to Cheng Yuanjian.
"No," Cheng Yuanjian burped and said strangely, "I'm not happy for Brother Chen. Besides, I have a good drinker!"
Chen Ping said nothing, pressing his hands on his knees, feeling a little blocked.
Cheng Yuanjian didn't say anything insulting, but his tone seemed very disrespectful to his mentor.
"How can you drink well?" Cheng Cheng pushed away the woman beside him, stepped forward and pushed Cheng Yuanjian.
Chen Ping silently poured himself a glass of wine, suppressed the bitterness in his heart with the wine, and then looked at the crowd and replied.
"No matter who my mentor is, I wish you the grace of enlightenment. Moreover, times have changed, so it’s okay not to mention the past."
Cheng Yuanjian's face turned slightly dark, as if he finally felt something was wrong. He looked at Cheng Cheng again and said, "Isn't it lucky that Brother Chen later became Zhao Wenhe's disciple and became fellow disciples with you? Otherwise, otherwise
Where can I get the chance to invite this great talent who is famous in Qianzhou today?"
Everyone understood and naturally followed suit.
Cheng Yuanjian can speak. At this time, Cheng Cheng's expression softened slightly.
After all, this is someone else's home stadium. They are all guests and old acquaintances. If Cheng Yuanjian is embarrassed here, it will be very detrimental to Chen Ping, so he suppresses his temper and does not explode.
Cheng Cheng saw that the banquet was coming to an end and simply said: "Junior brother, if you are drunk, how about we..."
Cheng Yuanjian interrupted excitedly and suggested: "Hey, Xiao Cheng, what are you doing? I heard that your junior brother is also a master of poetry! It's such a good time and beautiful scenery tonight, why don't you show off your face."
"Yeah, yeah."
"Let's play one."
"Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen..."
As soon as these words came out, not only the guests became interested, but also the girls started to boo.
"This..." Chen Ping didn't expect that the topic would keep surrounding him, and he was no longer in the mood to stay any longer. He handed over his hands and apologized, "I'm sorry everyone, I only get poetry occasionally. I don't have much drinking power today, so I really can't create it." An examinee stood up and shouted: "Brother Chen must be prepared for the exam, even if you don't meet the situation!"
When selecting scholars through the imperial examination, poems, lyrics, and poems are often tested.
Even if Dayu Chao always emphasizes poetry, candidates will always prepare in advance to prepare for emergencies.
As long as there are poems in the exam questions, if you get one more red circle, you don’t know how many competitors will be trampled to death.
"Yes, Chen Jieyuan should have prepared poems, right?"
"How about taking it out and opening our eyes?"
Several officials also came up and agreed with half-smiles.
Chen Ping did not respond immediately. He originally prepared poems, not only for the exam, but also to make friends with people in Beijing.
Since ancient times, literati and poets have always liked to make friends through poems and songs, which have become a good story.
Although Daiyu places more emphasis on strategy and discussion than on poetry, this happens more or less at banquets at literary gatherings.
But since the beginning of the banquet, Cheng Yuanjian's behavior was too flamboyant, and there were singing girls asking about the salt and iron matters. In the end, even his mentor Ye Lao was brought out to discuss.
Although Chen Ping was worried about Cheng Cheng's loss of face, he had long lost interest in making friends with poetry.
"I beg your pardon, Chen is very dedicated to strategy and theory, but he is not the best at poetry, so I won't make fun of him here."
Cheng Yuanjian was still shy, as if he didn't understand Chen Ping's polite refusal, and continued talking enthusiastically.
"Haha, Brother Chen, Brother Chen, you are so humble! Your masterpiece of double plum blossoms has already spread throughout the capital."
Lord Si Yetian of the Imperial Academy agreed with this sentence and said seriously: "Especially the song "Mo Mei" is really wonderful."
But his attitude clearly shows that he loves poetry from the bottom of his heart.
"Yes, Chen Jieyuan, you see everyone is waiting, what else are you hiding at this time?"
Cheng Cheng saw that there were people making noises all the time. He waved his hands impatiently and shouted: "The best works are always obtained by chance by skilled hands. How can it be said that they are just there? Besides, my junior brother is drunk, so why force others to make things difficult for them?" p>
"How can this be difficult for others?" One of the candidates said angrily: "Chen Jieyuan came to take part in the examination. He must have been well prepared, so what if he casually picked up a song to open everyone's eyes? Could it be that we are not talented enough to watch it?
His poems by Chen Da Jieyuan?"
Cheng Cheng's face turned green and he stared at the man coldly.
"My senior brother and I have absolutely no intention of doing this." Chen Ping shook his head at Cheng Cheng and signaled him not to be impulsive. "Since everyone wants to see it, I have no choice but to show my shame. However, the words I prepared for the examination that day were different from those at this time.
The season is wrong, do you want to watch it too?"
Chen Ping's idea is actually very simple. Visitors should be humble and courteous. Although Cheng Yuanjian's behavior is unpleasant, in the final analysis it may be a dandy's bad habit, which is not enough for others' feelings.
In this case, it is better to finish the matter early and leave.
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Cheng Yuanjian raised his eyebrows with joy, "Look, I have admired Brother Chen's poem for a long time!"
"In this case, Chen will be embarrassed."
Cheng Yuanjian laughed loudly and hurriedly stood up and gave instructions.
"Haha, there will be a masterpiece at today's banquet, and I am also very elegant! If you come, I will serve you with pen and ink!"
The servants of the Cheng Mansion seemed to have been prepared, and they quickly brought up all the pens, inks, papers and inkstones.
Hong Rui asked herself to come forward and study the ink, looking at Chen Ping ambiguously.
But Chen Ping looked as usual and didn't care about other people's eyes. He just dipped his pen in ink and stood in front of the table.
"By the way, I wonder what season this work is from?" someone asked.
"New Year's Eve."
"Happy New Year's Eve! It just passed not long ago." Cheng Yuanjian stared at Chen Ping with interest, "Just do it. If you do well, I will reward you!"
The corners of Cheng Cheng's eyes twitched fiercely, and he could no longer suppress his anger.
"Young Master Cheng, there is no need to be polite. With this poem, Mr. Chen thanks you for inviting me today."
After finishing speaking, the pen moves like a dragon or a phoenix, and it’s all done in one go.
Everyone came up to take a look out of curiosity.
[In the dawn corner of the cold plum blossoms, a letter of spring is painted in the east of the building. The moon is late in the courtyard with the lights, and the wind is blowing on the rope swing. The fish and geese are gone, the water and clouds are heavy, and the sequence of the foreign land is in a hurry. When I sing, I am lucky to have Jinlingzi, green
Mr. Qingzun, don’t be short-term.]
This poem was written at an extremely fast speed, with no emphasis on the text, and the pen and ink have a sharpness like iron painting and silver hook.
Then, without waiting for anyone to react, Chen Ping threw the brush into the ink tray with a free and uninhibited attitude.
When I draw the pen, I feel like a sword is unsheathed. When I put the pen away, it immediately loses its edge, exuding an elegant and calm temperament.
"Liaozhuozi, "Partridge Sky: Drinking Alone after the New Year's Eve", and the grandness of the banquet made everyone laugh, and I invite you to comment."
"Partridge Sky: Drinking Alone After the Lantern Festival" written by Yang Shen is not very famous, but it has a long lasting aftertaste.
The feeling of homesickness is subtle in the wind and moon, just like a wisp of autumn wind soothing the hustle and bustle of a feast.
"The lanterns are turned off in the courtyard, and the moon is shining, and the wind is blowing on the rope swing..." Guozi Siye teaches and educates people. When Mr. Tian saw these two sentences, he suddenly took a breath of cold air.
"Whether it's the opposite or the intention, it's all the same. What a great sentence! What a great sentence!"
"The poems are graceful and graceful, and the sadness is as clear as catkins. It is really wonderful!"
"Especially this scene is so picturesque that it makes you feel immersed in it. Can you let me copy this poem back?"
When everyone looked at Chen Ping, they no longer had the teasing look in their eyes, but with deep passion.
Such poetry, such a genius!
Sure enough, someone who can win several yuan in a row is really talented.
Suddenly, there were endless cheers.
Cheng Yuanjian received education from the Duke of Wei since he was a child. Although he was a dandy, he was also well-educated.
He stared at the song "Partridge Sky", and also looked at Chen Ping in great surprise, "Such a good poem, even if it is not placed on the New Year's Eve, it can still surpass the others..."<
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As soon as these words came out, the few dissatisfied scholars looked at each other.
Cheng Chengke didn't calm down yet and retorted directly: "It would be a waste of money to give you such kind words to Cheng Yuanjian."
"This is the only one that can barely reach everyone's ears." Chen Ping held his forehead and said warmly: "It's a pity that I'm too drunk to do anything else..."
Cheng Cheng immediately understood and quickly held Chen Ping's arm, "I just said that you are not good at drinking. I asked you to drink less. Now it's better! Take a walk and go back to rest quickly."
Luo Li stepped forward, picked up Chen Ping on his back, and walked directly towards the door.
"Brother Chen has worked hard to get this masterpiece today. I will send someone to take you back." Cheng Yuanjian said.
"No need!" Cheng Cheng's eyes casually glanced at the harsh-tongued scholar, and finally rested on Cheng Yuanjian, saying meaningfully: "Today's banquet was good. I'll invite you when I get a chance someday, remember to come!" After finishing speaking, he turned around and left.
The scene became quiet again, and everyone could tell that Chen Ping took the opportunity to escape, and Cheng Cheng looked quite bad.
Only Cheng Yuanjian didn't care, and nodded in praise with the poem, "This Chen Ping is really interesting. Such good things should be brought out earlier, but in the end they have to be hidden, how boring is it?"
At this time, everyone just smiled, and no one said anything in agreement.
"Come on, keep drinking." Cheng Yuanjian waved drunkenly and ordered as he walked to the backyard: "Frame this word and hang it in the study!"
The servant nodded repeatedly, took the calligraphy and painting with both hands, bowed and walked away.
When Cheng Yuanjian walked to the backyard, the housekeeper of the Cheng family appeared behind him.
"I'm exhausted, you can take care of the rest of us."
"Isn't it inappropriate that you're not here?"
"The protagonist is gone, what's the point of staying?"
After Cheng Yuanjian finished speaking, he walked straight into the room, still looking like he was drunk just now.
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