Although Sister Chang did not take the imperial examination, she surpassed it and was one of the beneficiaries of this imperial examination.
Song Xian is the number one in Huiyuan today. If he passes the palace examination another day, he might be the number one Duke. However, no matter how high he stands, he has been defeated by her sister Chang. This identity cannot be torn away no matter what.
As his reputation grew, Sister Chang's reputation also grew with him.
According to this, Song Xian worked hard to take the imperial examination, but he was also working hard for sister Chang's reputation.
Although Sister Chang's reputation now exceeds his, who would think that reputation is too much?
I never thought that the game of chess in the past was not played carefully, and the "stamina" would be so great.
Wu Chunbai thought jokingly, when she led the female envoy through the lobby and headed to the "Bamboo Courtyard" where Yao Xia and the others often met, she could only hear the noise of footsteps in front of them, and a group of people in long robes were crowding around.
A young scholar came over.
"...Congratulations to Brother Tan Xian, you finally don't have to endure the scorching heat and winter for three more years!"
"We are all happy! But what we should congratulate most is Mingming!"
"Exactly...Brother Song is very happy today!"
clear?
Mingming means clearly, clearly, clearly.
When Wu Chunbai heard this, he knew that this was Song Xian's nickname, and subconsciously looked ahead.
There were more than ten people in the group, some were dressed as scholars, and some were dressed as Imperial College students. The young people surrounded by them had serious eyebrows. Although there was joy between their eyebrows, they did not feel proud.
There were many people who were more excited than him. They were walking and talking without paying much attention to the road, and almost bumped into Wu Chunbai.
Song Xian saw the person coming in front of him and raised his hand to stop his friend and classmate behind him in time.
The people in front of him smiled and raised their hands to salute Wu Chunbai and apologize. People are in high spirits during happy events, so they apologized with a smile.
Song Xian was born out of town and did not have a residence in Beijing. Before that, he had been living in the dormitory of the Imperial College. Today, when the results were released, he and his classmates from Xunmei Society came to the Listening Hall to wait for the news.
He was introverted and did not like to show off, so he did not go to see the results in person. Tan Li and others had been waiting at the place where the apricot lists were posted. As soon as they got the results, they flew over to look for Song Xian.
He was running too fast on the road, and Tan Li, who was also on the list, was in a high mood. He lost his purse and didn't realize it. As soon as he ran outside the listening hall, Tan Li realized that his waist was empty. After repeated hesitation, he was persuaded by his friends to leave.
He endured the pain and said - It's okay, I'm so happy today, I just want to spend my money and rejoice with the people of the capital.
However, the strength of this congratulation is destined to be limited, after all, he only has two copper coins in his wallet.
This friend of Tan Li is already over 40 years old and has finally graduated from high school. Although this person is the oldest among the group of literati at this time, he is also the most ecstatic, because he has personally experienced it many times before.
Only after the pain of being marginalized by the noble clans did I understand how difficult it is to become a Jinshi today.
They stayed with them at the place where the results were announced, but the candidates who failed unfortunately dispersed in depression and did not follow them again. First, they were shameless, and second, they had a gap in their hearts. They knew that they could not share the joy of others well with a normal heart.
Since you don’t want to dampen other people’s interest in celebrating, it’s better to sort out your emotions first.
Therefore, those who failed to pass the examination only asked Tan Li and his two men to congratulate Song Xian on their behalf.
At this moment, except for Song Xian, who is a high school student, most of the others are Imperial College students, either without the title of imperial examination, or not intending to take the imperial examination to become an official. Therefore, at this time, the successful candidates do not need to hide their achievements for fear of those who fail.
Feeling of joy.
Facing the proud feeling of the spring breeze blowing against his face, Wu Chunbai greeted them with a smile and said: "Congratulations to all of you for graduating from high school."
Tan Li and others did not expect that the girl who was almost hit by them would open her mouth to congratulate her, so they all looked over at this moment.
The other party was wearing a sky-green spring shirt and a moon-white underskirt, her buns were neatly combed, and she wore a pair of orchid hairpins. Her posture was upright and elegant, and she had a decent and stretched smile on her beautiful face.
Her clothes are simple but not simple, and the female attendant behind her is also well-mannered. It is obvious at first sight that she comes from a wealthy and scholarly family. And judging from the relaxed aura around her body, she is definitely not an ordinary lady who is tied up in a high cabinet all day long.
Song Xian did not look directly at the other party until the woman's voice sounded again, mentioning him alone.
"I have heard about Song Huiyuan's name a long time ago. Today he is ranked number one on the apricot list, and he has the qualifications to be number one on the imperial list." The voice said with a smile: "The imperial examination is coming soon. I hope to see Song Huiyuan riding the number one horse in the future and seeing all the flowers in Chang'an."
Song Xian then raised his eyes and met those very sincere eyes.
That sincerity made him slightly startled. He and this girl were strangers to each other.
He quickly looked away and subconsciously raised his hand to thank you: "For your kind words."
After Wu Chunbai nodded and saluted, he led the envoy away with a smile.
"...That is the daughter of Wu Siqing of Taichang Temple. Her grandfather is Mr. Wu! A famous and talented girl, a girl from the Wu family!" A member of the Xunmei Club said in a low voice.
"I also remembered that I once saw her and Mrs. Chang visiting this place together!"
This last sentence caught Song Xian's attention even more.
Mrs. Chang’s friend?
He turned back and looked at the back of the girl who had gone away.
The older Jinshi stroked his beard and said meaningfully: "This little girl just went out of her way to congratulate the top scholar in Mingxi High School. Could it be..."
Immediately, one of the supervisors with bright eyes raised his hands and shouted, "I know, I'm going to catch my son-in-law!"
"Yes, yes, Brother Song is at the top of the list. After leaving the gate of the music hall, I don't know how many families have dignitaries waiting for girls to be married!"
"This girl from the Wu family is a first-class talented woman. Speaking of it, she is even comparable to Brother Song..."
Song Xianwei frowned and stopped his classmates from continuing: "Don't talk nonsense, it will only ruin the reputation of your daughter's family."
Before he was in high school, he had some prestige among his classmates, and the Xunmei Club he founded was known as the first poetry club in the Imperial College, so his words have always had weight, let alone now.
The students and scholars all laughed and stopped talking.
"No..." Tan Li, who thought for a moment, said, "In my opinion, it doesn't look like someone is trying to catch a son-in-law, but more like..."
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Everyone looked at him.
"It can be seen that she sincerely hopes that Brother Song will be the number one scholar in high school..." Tan Li whispered: "Probably because the more glorious Brother Song is, the more honor he will bring to Madam Chang. After all, Brother Song was here to listen to the music before.
Everyone in the museum knows about the defeat at the hands of Mrs. Chang..."
Song Xian's expression condensed: "..."
It sounds outrageous at first, but after thinking about it carefully, it actually makes sense.
In this reasonableness, there are also two specious feelings of immorality.
The same feeling occurs in other people's minds.
Having said this, why do you think that Brother Song worked hard for the imperial examination, but at the same time he was shining a bright light on Mrs. Chang's family?
It should be noted that this is the glory that can only be enjoyed by being a high-ranking person... In other words, Mrs. Chang has enjoyed the treatment of being a high-ranking person!
This conclusion made everyone silent for a moment.
It doesn't matter what they think in their hearts. Some people want to take the opportunity to show their alignment, so they quickly ask: "...Okay, this girl from the Wu family, I thought she was sincerely congratulating Brother Song, but I didn't expect that she would hide such thoughts! In the future, her
Poetry, I will never read it again!”
Tan Li smiled and said: "You can't say that. This kind of thing can be considered a win-win situation."
Everyone: "..."
This type of win-win approach is truly unheard of.
A scholar reminded Tan Li with a slight cough: "On a happy day, don't mention old things too much..."
Who would want to hear someone mention the humiliating defeat of the past in his glorious days?
Tan Li smiled nonchalantly.
As far as he knew, Song Xian came here today not only to wait for the results of the apricot list, but also to inquire about Mrs. Chang, no, General Ningyuan.
"It doesn't matter, this old thing should be mentioned again and again today." Song Xian's tone was not unhappy at all, and it was obvious that he was not making irony or self-sarcasm.
Everyone exchanged glances curiously, but Tan Li smiled clearly.
After walking a few more steps, Song Xian turned his head and looked at the stone table quietly placed under a ginkgo tree not far away.
He seemed to have seen the scene where he and Chang Sui Ning played chess here last year again.
At this time, he looked at it from the perspective of a bystander, and what he saw was his own arrogance, narrow-mindedness, prejudice, and the inferiority complex deep in his heart that he was unwilling to admit.
All these things made him feel conflicted and tense, which made him blind and complacent.
Looking back, he must have lost that day, and he lost well.
This conclusion was not reached in a day or two. He had reviewed the game again and again, especially every time he heard news about her returned to the capital.
As he reviewed the game again and again, he became more and more clearly aware of the magnanimity and goodwill of the person who defeated him in the first place.
He gradually realized that the chess game that day could not even be called a game. Because of the great disparity between the two sides, they should not have sat in the same place and played such a game.
And as the news about her came back, it confirmed what he had felt during the chess game. She was the roc that was supposed to fly in the sky. She had feathers that could soar ninety thousand miles away. Before that, all she lacked was someone to take advantage of.
the wind.
In comparison, when he thought he was superior to her and looked down on her with prejudice, he was really overestimating himself to the point of being ridiculous.
But looking back, she never really targeted him, never got angry because of his shallowness and rudeness. In that chess game, she could have won him more easily and made him lose face, but she didn't.
She is very roundabout, but there is a tenderness in her.
She even proposed to play two more games with him, a best-of-three game. After a long time, he believed that if there were two more games, she would let him win one to save his dignity.
But he was already scared away by the aura she displayed during the chess game. He was still a bit cautious and suspected that she would humiliate him again and again, so he did not dare to play chess with her again.
On the eve of the test, he restored the chess game again.
That time, he was distracted and thinking about a lot, including what she did at the Confucius Temple, so he inexplicably felt the aura of another person among the black and white chess pieces.
The person who saved him when he was young also saved many people in the world.
Although the two were a man and a woman, they both gave him the same feeling - he who is strong and has benevolence does not need to compete with the grass, trees and flowers for spring, he stands at a high place, but does not seek to be superior.
Others are caring for and guarding all things in the world.
At that moment, he looked at the chessboard under the moonlight, and suddenly he became enlightened. In the silence, he felt the breath of heaven and earth surging, his heart resonated with him, and he finally saw the majestic spirit that can truly last forever in the world through the ages.
Only the insignificance of the prophet himself can reveal the vastness of the world.
He needs this loss in his life.
After losing to the opponent that day, he should fulfill his promise and call her "teacher". It is not embarrassing at all to lose to her, and it is definitely not because he was fooled by her.
That day he felt that he would not be able to come to the stage, but she said: "Only one who can help people solve their doubts can become a teacher. If Song Juren thinks that my words are useful in solving doubts, if you are interested in becoming a teacher in the future, it will not be too late to do so again."
He should worship.
She is a very good teacher.
The last question in this examination was about policy theory, and the questions were personally given by the always strict Master Chu.
The style of policy analysis, in addition to talent and learning, is more about people's character. If the character is slightly shaken and deviated, the writing will be completely different.
If he had been the same person who had such a self-important opinion before, he might be in danger of failing this time. Even if he was lucky enough to win, he would not be able to get the top spot.
Just as he had written poems and articles before, he had also intended to use Qiao Jijiu's hand to ask Taifu Chu to give him advice and review, but there was no response. It is obvious that Taifu did not like him.
But this time, he was the number one chosen by the Taifu himself.
The difference is so great that it cannot be reached without his sudden enlightenment.
He knew better than anyone where this opportunity for enlightenment came from.
It is he who wants to thank her, not her who takes advantage of him.
In addition, this great victory over Bianshui was a miraculous victory that no one had expected. It was a miraculous victory and a miraculous feat. Her name must be spread throughout the world. From then on, who in the world dares not to recognize you?
Why do such people need to borrow the name of Song Xian?
She won such a beautiful victory, and he still had another battle to fight next.
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In the evening, the new scholars who were famous on the list gathered together in the Dengtai Tower, drank fine wine, and wrote poems about success. They were full of scenery and high spirits.
After three rounds of drinking, Meng Lie rarely appeared in person and invited Hui Yuan to leave a poem and hang it in the building. If Hui Yuan was willing to appreciate it, Meng Lie would be the host today.
Everyone gathered around Song Xian and asked him to write poems - this was a glorious thing, and it would save a lot of money on drinks and wine!
Song Xian could not refuse, so he composed a poem on the spot, which attracted countless praises.
These compliments were not just out of flattery or because of drinking. In their eyes, Song Juren, who had always been calm and reserved, actually wrote this poem with great ambition, like thousands of armies marching and rivers rushing.
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Meng Lie was also amazed and praised that although he did not know how to write poetry, he had eyesight. Otherwise, how could his Highness have single-handedly selected him to be the restaurant manager?
Meng Lie could see from everyone's reaction that this was a good poem and it would surely bring him a lot of business, so he immediately had it hung in the building.
"Wait a minute——"
When the two men were climbing up and hanging, they suddenly heard Song Xian at the fence speaking.
Meng Lie smiled and asked: "Song Huiyuan, what's wrong with it?"
Song Xian looked at the picture of Tigers in the Mountain Forest, which was at the same height as the one in the hands of the assistant, and said sincerely: "Please hang Song's humble work lower, thank you for your help."
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The lights in the Dengtai Tower were brightly lit. As early as this morning, the city had ordered the temporary lifting of the curfew, and everyone was celebrating seven days.
The curfew was lifted to celebrate the results of the examination, which was unprecedented in previous years, and seven out of ten of the top candidates on the apricot list came from poor families, which was also unprecedented.
This was the emperor's determination to reuse the poor family, and this determination was finally implemented and yielded results. This congratulation was an act of prestige for the imperial power to temporarily win in the competition with the nobles.
In addition, Xu Zhengye is dead, and his head will soon be presented to the emperor. For the emperor, these days are a double blessing, and he should be congratulated. Firstly, he will show off as a winner, and secondly, he will give his people the stability of their country.
Xiang, in order to calm the people's hearts, which have been shaken recently.
As for whether everything is really as stable and prosperous as it seems on the surface, most people are unable to judge. Just like the people in the capital who are cheering and celebrating at this moment, they have never had the ability to jump out of this brightly lit bustling place and see further away.
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The next day, Song Xian and other Jinshi who had studied in the Imperial College returned to the Imperial College to thank their mentor and offer wine to Qiao.
Song Xian and others went to Qiao Jijiu's residence and drank tea and talked in the outer hall. Many supervisors also came to join in the fun and celebrate, and it was very lively for a while.
At noon, Qiao Jijiu prepared some thin wine and fatty fish, plus the bacon and fruits brought by Song Xian and others, to make a table of dishes, and the teachers and students sat down and drank together.
Qiao Yumian was eating alone in her courtyard. Taking advantage of the good spring weather, she took her servant girl out for a walk. When they reached the lotus pond, they simply sat down on the stones beside the pond to bask in the sun.
The spring sun was warm in the afternoon, and there seemed to be the scent of lotus leaves stretching in the spring water. Qiao Yumian, whose eyes were covered with soft gauze, felt the increasingly brighter world, and felt that she was also reviving together with the world.
Thinking of the news she heard about Ningning today and yesterday, she felt very good for a moment and told the envoy: "Xiaoqiu, go get some fruit wine and some fruits, and let's celebrate too."
Congratulations to Ning Ning.
Xiaoqiu saw that her mood was getting brighter and brighter, and she was very happy. She smiled and agreed, gave a few instructions, and went back to get the fruit wine.
After a moment, Qiao Yumian heard footsteps coming from behind.
She turned her head slightly subconsciously. It was quiet all around, and her hearing was amplified. She could tell that this was not Xiaoqiu's footsteps, but something like...