Perhaps the words just now were too shocking, and everyone was stunned for a while.
After they came to their senses, several people laughed crazily and said mockingly.
"Hahaha, what nonsense are you talking about? Don't worry about whether we will fail, just him? How can we take part in the scientific examination if we don't even get ranked?"
"That's right, it's really nonsense! I don't know what it means!"
Zhang Qingjiu glanced at them lightly, and the smile on his face became even wider.
Zhong Qingyun squinted his eyes, his expression changed again and again, suppressed the raging anger in his heart again, stepped forward and said, "Sir, we were so rude just now, and we also apologized, but you are like this
It would be too much to curse us."
"Excessive?" Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows, his eyes rolled, and the corners of his lips raised, "Are you serious?"
Zhong Qingyun looked startled, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
If not, then the embarrassment he just faced was a discourtesy on his part.
If you say yes, you are admitting that you also think you will fail.
Answering such a dilemma, neither advancing nor retreating, how should he answer it?
Seeing that this young man who had always been calm and courteous on the surface and as gentle as jade could no longer pretend anymore, Zhang Qingjiu smiled coldly in his heart.
The big-tailed wolf wants to pretend to be an innocent little white sheep in front of her, but does it treat her eyes as decoration?
When everyone who originally didn't care about Zhang Qingjiu's words saw Zhong Qingyun acting like this, their hearts clicked, and they became inexplicably uneasy.
"How about, go back and leave him alone." Someone whispered.
"Yes, go back, Brother Qingyun." Someone began to agree.
Zhong Qingyun gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and raised his eyes, "I dare to ask, he has lost the qualification for the scientific examination, how can he still occupy that position?"
This time, even the hypocritical "Sir" is no longer called.
As soon as these words came out, the anxious teenagers immediately came to their senses, and the expressions on their faces became proud again. How could this Su Zijin have the qualifications to compete with them!
Su Zijin obviously thought of this as well. He raised his head and looked at Zhang Qingjiu with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
But the look in his eyes was completely different from when he came.
If there was a strong sense of death before, then now there is a strong fighting spirit to fight against the sky and the earth!
Zhang Qingjiu, who noticed this change, finally smiled happily, and his tone became a little gentler without realizing it: "Do you want to participate in the Kyoto Poetry Festival in three days?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes widened.
It is impossible for any scholar in Beijing not to know about the Kyoto Poetry Society.
But could this be what she meant?
It is rumored that as long as you win first place at the Kyoto Poetry Festival and defeat one of the top three students in the previous term in political theory, you will be exempted from the exam and directly enter the final imperial examination.
Many people have become famous through this battle, but there are also people who have failed to recover because of this. The difficulty is as high as climbing to the sky!
For ten years, no one dared to launch such a challenge, so much so that they almost forgot the extraordinary role of the Kyoto Poetry Society.
Could it be that this person thought Su Zijin could find another way?
After thinking about the rules, some people couldn't help but laugh immediately, "What is the dream of Spring and Autumn Period that he can win the top three in the last palace examination?"
"That's right, it's a joke that he wants to win first place in this Kyoto Poetry Competition." Someone else responded.
"Forget it, Su Zijin, it's just another three years, why do you have to throw this person away?"
Words full of contempt came one after another, making it extremely noisy in this small space. It was clear that it was clear day and the sky was clear, but they didn't want to hide it even a little bit.
But Zhang Qingjiu didn't say a word, he just looked at Su Zijin quietly, waiting for his answer.
She believed he would agree, but if he didn't get over this hurdle by himself, then no one could help him.
In my ears, there was cynicism one after another.
In my mind, I kept burning the midnight oil again and again.
So what if he lost the qualification to take the exam? When did he become so cowardly?
Taking a deep breath, Su Zijin nodded heavily, "I will participate."
"Okay." Zhang Qingjiu smiled slightly and turned to look at the teenagers with wide-eyed expressions of disbelief. "You are welcome to come together in three days."
A young man frowned, "What are we going to do? We..."
"Okay, let's go." Zhong Qingyun held down the boy who was about to refuse, took a step forward, and grinned at Su Zijin, "As classmates, how could we miss Zijin killing everyone."
After saying that, Zhong Qingyun left without looking back.
When everyone saw him leaving, they followed him without saying anything else.
Soon, another burst of laughter erupted from the crowd, and there were vague words like "Let's see how embarrassed he is then".
Su Zijin looked at the backs of the group of brightly dressed and angry horses with a complicated expression. After they completely disappeared from sight, he slowly opened his clenched fists.
He bowed to Zhang Qingjiu and said, "Thank you sir for your help and enlightenment. I've caused many interruptions today. I'll say goodbye."
After that, he actually wanted to leave directly.
Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows and said, "Wait a minute."
Su Zijin paused for a moment, with a hint of bitterness at the corner of his mouth, but turned around and smiled, "Sir, don't worry, the students will not commit suicide. It's just something that happened just now, so just pretend that you never said it before. The Kyoto Poetry Society... is not
It’s as simple as Mr. thought.”
This is the reason why Zhong Qingyun left in the end.
Because he knows that this will be something they can laugh at themselves.
Because over the years, the Kyoto Poetry Society has become a game for the rich and powerful.
And those so-called top three will never appear on such an occasion again.
The so-called first is just a game and a joke.
Looking at Su Zijin's smiling face, Zhang Qingjiu sneered, "If you don't want to participate, why did you agree before?"
Su Zijin was startled and lowered his eyes.
Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes and said, "Compassion breeds evil, and convenience breeds obscenity. Kindness is a good thing, but if kindness becomes unconditional, then how can it be that you don't distinguish between right and wrong, harming others and yourself?"
Su Zijin raised his head suddenly, "Sorry, sir, I..."
"No need to say sorry." Zhang Qingjiu stretched out his hand to interrupt him, "I helped you because I took your money, but I will only ask you one last time, will you go to the Kyoto Poetry Festival or not?"
"Isn't the reason why you came to me just because you saw me at Old Man Fang's house?"
"Me!" Su Zijin's eyes widened, how could it be? She clearly didn't see herself at that time.
Regarding the difference between the people in front of him, Zhang Qingjiu smiled and said, "Go or not?"
"I..." Su Zijin took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.
In the Prince's Mansion, Zhang Qingjiu went straight to Chu Lan's study as if there was no one else around.
Feng Zhi saw her from a distance, his mouth twitched, and he immediately stepped inside.
When he came out again, Zhang Qingjiu was already at the door.
"His Royal Highness's injuries have improved a lot in the past few days. Don't be angry with him." Feng Zhi took a deep breath and said with a complicated expression.
"I understand." Zhang Qingjiu raised the corner of his lips, "You take good care of me."
Looking at Zhang Qingjiu's happy back, Feng Zhi couldn't help but touch his hair. Why did he feel that something was wrong?
Chu Lan sat behind the desk, looking at Zhang Qingjiu who was smiling and dressed in black, and narrowed his eyes: "Why are you here?"
"I thought the prince would ask why I haven't been here for so many days." Looking at Chu Lan, who was dressed dignified, Zhang Qingjiu looked around, found a chair at the door and sat down, "Your Highness, please."
I came here today and want to ask you to borrow someone."