Qin Dewei felt a little entangled. He didn't expect that his historical trajectory would change so suddenly.
In the original historical time and space, the Shengqi Tower by Mochou Lake was also a small attraction. In this time and space, the name was just lost by me?
Mr. Zeng couldn't talk to the other kids, so he came closer to Qin Dewei and started talking: "I also heard that there is a blank screen wall upstairs facing the lake, waiting for the construction of the building to fill it."
Qin Dewei's eyes lit up, he rolled up his sleeves and stretched his legs: "Isn't this just prepared for me?"
Leaving poems at scenic spots is the best way to become famous. Qin Dewei has never doubted whether this new building can become a scenic spot. With such a big face as Wei Guogong, it would be strange if it does not become a scenic spot.
Mr. Zeng shook his head and smiled and said: "I know you are talented and can write short poems, but short and weak works cannot hold a candle to your imagination."
Wang Lianqing was afraid that Qin Dewei would not work hard, so he whispered: "If you can leave a masterpiece, I will forgive you ten taels of debt. If you can become famous with me, I will forgive you thirty taels of debt."
Qin Dewei squinted: "You are a famous beauty, but you only know how to talk about money with me?"
Wang Lianqing's fingers drew small circles on Qin Dewei's back, "I also want to talk to you about other things, but I'm afraid that you are too young to bear it. But after a few years, I'm afraid that you will dislike me.
I’m a slave.”
"Who knows what will happen in a few years?" Qin Dewei said with emotion: "If life is just like the first time we met, people's hearts can change easily."
Nalan's words were too destructive to women, but Wang's appreciation of beauty was still online. He was instantly stimulated and felt sore and weak all over. He held Qin Dewei's shoulders and managed to stand still.
He asked eagerly: "Where's the whole story? Where's the whole story?"
Qin Dewei chuckled and said, "I only came up with these two sentences. If it really comes out as the whole story, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it. What if you have to treat me like a cow or a horse?"
"Huh, it's my family that doesn't deserve it." Wang Lianqing sighed softly and fell into sadness.
Mr. Zeng's face twitched, how could a pure, kind and good lady like Sister Zhou give birth to such a monster?
He's not even hairy and can't do anything, but he's flirting with famous beauties, and he seems to have the upper hand.
If I had such ability... the art of war would be more interesting.
Over there, the county scholars were still blocking the gate of the building, and they began to discuss the couplets on the gate with Xu Juyun. Every pavilion must have couplets, and the couplets on the gate are the most important thing and should not be taken lightly.
Qin Dewei called Xu Datou over: "Go and talk to your grandson Yu Liang, no, tell Mr. Yu Liang, let us go upstairs first!"
But after a while, Xu Datou came back dejectedly, "It's useless to be a grandfather this time. The grandson said that the Duke of the country has issued a death order, and only those who must present a couplet can go upstairs."
Mr. Zeng was surprised: "Does Mr. Xu Wei value writing so much?"
Qin Dewei also became serious, this situation was a bit unusual, and looked towards the door of the building to observe.
After watching it for a while, I found that the county scholars, including the rising celebrities Wang Fengyuan and Wang Jishan, had written something and gave it to Xu Juyun.
But after Xu Juyun saw it, he was noncommittal and still asked them to continue thinking and hand over some more.
Now even Wang Lianqing saw something wrong and said doubtfully: "Mr. Yu Liang and Mr. Jishan have always been on good terms, why are you so harsh on them today?"
Qin Dewei replied: "Today, Mr. Yu Liang is not asking for words for himself, but for Duke Xu Wei, so the work must be in line with Duke Xu Wei's wishes.
It is estimated that in the end it was left to Mr. Xu Wei Gong to decide, and Mr. Yu Liang also wanted Wang Jishan’s work to be selected, so he was a little harsher on them.”
Mr. Zeng, a scholar from Jiangdu County, Yangzhou Prefecture, who came from out of town, couldn't help but comment: "How can the students from Jinling Nandu County, who are dignified, have such poor standards? They have written so much, but they can't even be recognized by the Dharma?"
"It's not that these people are not good enough, it's that they don't understand politics." Qin Dewei said enigmatically.
When he heard that he could not enter the building, Mr. Zeng thought of his responsibilities again, and quickly invited the ethnic students to go to the lake to watch the scenery, and asked each of them to write at least two sentences.
Qin Dewei turned to Miss Wang and said, "Okay, no one is causing trouble anymore, you and I will go to the building and have a look!"
Xu Shian held Qin Dewei down: "Can you respect me?"
Qin Dewei was also helpless: "Didn't you hear just now that you can only go upstairs if you hand over something qualified? You are not good at it, and you are not a beauty who can enhance your beauty.
Then Mr. Yuliang will definitely not give you face, so you should hurry up and play by the lake! Just make do with a few sentences and give it to Mr. Zeng as homework."
"Don't worry about me, I will definitely be able to go upstairs!" Xu Shi'an said, "I just want to see if you have what it takes to go up there!"
Qin Dewei curled his lips, Xu Laosan was used to bragging, and if you competed with him, you would lose.
The three of them walked to the front of the building. The other scholars were still thinking hard. Only Feng Shuang's sharp eyes saw it.
She couldn't help the overwhelming hatred, and she could hardly maintain her posture. She gritted her teeth and said, "Why did Sister Wang come here with your little sparrow again?"
Qin Dewei didn't seem to hear Feng Shuangshuang's vicious sarcasm. Instead, he showed his admiring eyes and said to Wang Fengyuan who was deep in thought: "Are all the seniors from Shangyuan County School?"
Status levels in the country and dynasty are everywhere, and scholars are also divided into levels. There is no need to go into details. Generally speaking, the best ones are called "regents".
In addition to the privilege of participating in the provincial examination first, the biggest difference between the scholarship students and ordinary scholars is that the state distributes six buckets of grain every month, which is enough to feed a small family if they are frugal.
The county scholars who could be recruited by Xu Juyun and who could be friends with the rising celebrity Wang Fengyuan were of course mostly outstanding, so most of these people were endowed students.
Wang Fengyuan frowned and glanced at Qin Dewei, feeling that this child looked familiar. After all, it was late at night when he last saw him, and the light was much different from now.
Moreover, among the common and junior generations, Mr. Wang never remembers anyone, only others remember him.
He was a little annoyed after his train of thought was interrupted. Prince Wang couldn't help but scolded: "Who is your senior? Get out of here!"
There is a saying among scholars that seniors are lagging behind, but Qin Dewei looks like a young man and deserves to be called senior!
Feng Shuangshuang seized the opportunity and said: "Sister Wang, take your little sparrow and leave. This is a place for talented scholars. Don't come and cause trouble."
Qin Dewei was not angry, but said with a smile: "Seeing you all gathering here and thinking hard, I couldn't help but write a poem. One nest after another..."
One nest after another? No one could react for a moment. Is this poetry?
Wang Fengyuan couldn't help but laugh and said: "Haha, today I know what it means to be a master at work!"
Does this ignorant kid think that if he composes two sentences of a children's song, it becomes a poem?
Feng Shuangshuang tried his best to maintain the image of an oiran, resisting the urge to laugh, and said to Wang Lianqing: "My good sister, are you really planning to become a funny comedian?"
Wang Lianqing's face turned dark. She didn't know what Brother Qin was up to.
Qin Dewei stretched out his hand triumphantly and drew a virtual circle, drawing everyone in front of him into it.
Then he raised his voice and chanted: "If you eat all the emperor's millet, there will be so many phoenixes!"
Damn it! The last two lines of the poem suddenly took a big turn, catching these students in Shangyuan County off guard, and they felt like they were stepped on in the face.
Wang Fengyuan finally remembered who this boy was. Maybe he couldn't remember other people's faces, but his meanness was definitely more unforgettable!
Several other tourists couldn't help laughing when they heard this interesting poem. Even if they couldn't go upstairs today, it was still a worthwhile trip.
There was also a county scholar who was about to write a couplet and threw his pen angrily and asked: "Who are you talking about!"
Qin Dewei said lightly: "Of course I am talking about those who eat the food of my great emperor, and often gather in groups. They can't even write a couplet... sparrows."
Wang Lianqing looked at her senior sister, then at the people around her, and said to herself: "It does look a bit like a sparrow."
Qin Dewei bowed to Feng Shuangshuang and said, "If it hadn't been for the little sparrow's advice from my sister, I would never have thought of this poem. Thank you very much."
"You bastard!" The pen-throwing scholar rushed over, grabbed Qin Dewei's collar, and punched him: "You are looking for death!"
"Stop!" Someone suddenly shouted, and a figure flashed out.