The Zhou Dynasty was founded by Gilead Saint, King Tai, Wang Ji, King Wen, and several benevolent kings to continue the hegemony.
I put down the pen and filled out the second line, and immediately received a burst of warm applause. It can be said that Meng Xinghe's move has inspired countless poor students. Now there is a high ridge leading to the backyard, which was pierced by Meng Xinghe. All the poor students present here
, and also have the opportunity to enter the backyard and meet the three examiners of this year's provincial examination. If I can get their appreciation, this year's provincial examination will have the possibility of high school.
Seeing Meng Xinghe write the second line without thinking, Ma Wencai turned blue with anger. Just now he tried to write the second line, hoping to have some glory, but due to his limited talent and learning, he couldn't even come up with an ordinary second line. Meng Xinghe was absolutely right.
Undoubtedly, I stepped on him, and naturally I felt unhappy. I cursed him a few times, then walked away with a puff of my sleeves.
Zhao Haoran put away the folding fan, carefully read the second couplet of Meng Xinghe, and said with admiration: "Brother Meng is really talented, I, Zhao Haoran, am so impressed." As a gifted man, Zhao Haoran will naturally not let go of any opportunity to display his talent.
He had read the couplets in the hall no less than ten times, but his imagination was exhausted and he could not come up with a perfect second couplet, so he did not go to perform. Now that he saw Meng Xinghe complete a perfect couplet almost in an instant, he thought
It’s impossible not to admire him.
"It's embarrassing!" Meng Xinghe said modestly. No one dared to stop him from going to the backyard now. He was like a victorious lion, marching firmly to the backyard. His purpose was to trample that bitch Marvin Cai to death at all costs.
force.
Meng Xinghe was not polite to Ma Wencai. After all, it took more than a day or two for him to become enemies with the Ma family. Meng Xinghe didn't care how many times he made enemies with the Ma family.
Arriving at the backyard of Chunxiang Building, there was a lot of excitement everywhere. In order to entertain the three examiners, the county magistrate Ma Shouyi spent a lot of money to make the place as magnificent as possible.
More than a dozen sandalwood round tables were filled with delicacies from the mountains and seas, and were filled with all the famous families in Taoyuan. The county magistrate Ma Shouyi and his younger brother Ma Shouchen, who was a school administrator, sat in the front row of the guest seats, constantly introducing who the son of which family was.
How does Taoyuan stand out?
The three examiners were silent and acted as if they were decent. Meng Xinghe felt like vomiting when he saw it. If Du Ruhui, a great god, was not in charge, these corrupt elements would have started trading money for the first place in this year's provincial examination.
Choosing a quiet table, Meng Xinghe took a seat casually. His eyes caught a glimpse of the crowd of people in front of him. Miss Shi Yu was dressed in white clothes, with a transparent silk scarf hanging on her fair face, covering her face.
The delicate face and delicate fingers flicked back and forth on the simple "Jinse" there, and the sweet singing voice, like an oriole or a thrush, echoed in the sky.
“Maple leaves dye the hills, and the sky looks like autumn all the time.
—Three thousand miles from my hometown, my soul journeys to the west every night.
_Have you ever entered my dream? The grass grows and covers the new dragon.
—The people of the old days are nowhere to be seen, and the moon is full and the sky is full."
The song is desolate and lingers in the heart for a long time. The crisp pronunciation of "Jinse" touches the heartstrings of the listener. Following Miss Shi Yu's beautiful singing voice, the listener can't help but fall into deep thought.
The lyrics are well written, and the music score is even better. In Miss Shi Yu’s homesick song, Meng Xinghe is a little more melancholy.
"My hometown is three thousand miles away, and my soul travels westward every night." With this sentence, Meng Xinghe felt the urge to cry. His hometown was more than three thousand miles away, and it had been separated for more than a thousand years. Even if his soul traveled back, he could only see him.
Dreaming about it only adds to the sadness.
After Miss Shi Yu finished playing, warm applause broke out from below. Some of the ladies from official families, who were soft-hearted, had already shed tears.
A good piece of music should make people cry. Everyone had heard about Miss Shi Yu's outstanding piano skills for a long time. She covered up the sadness that had just been aroused and kept drinking the wine on the table.
Meng Xinghe was no exception. He held a jar of fine wine and drank to the moon, hoping that drinking it would resolve the endless longing in his heart.
After half a jar of strong wine was consumed, his chest suddenly felt hot. Meng Xinghe held a jar of wine and rushed to the front. Just when he heard Ma Shouyi said to his son: "Wencai, while you are happy today, you can go up and serve everyone together with Miss Shi Yu."
How about a piece of accompaniment?”
Ma Shouyi kindly advised his son because he just wanted to show his face in front of the three examiners. Ma Wencai was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. He listened to his father's instructions and learned that he was performing on the same stage as Miss Shi Yu, the most talented woman in Taoyuan. Of course he was happy to go up and perform.
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"My child, you obey!" Ma Wencai said modestly, and ordered someone to take out the guzheng that had been prepared and prepare to perform.
Marven had just taken a step forward when Meng Xinghe, who had vowed to trample him to death tonight, held a wine jar and blocked his path: "Who do you think you are? Miss Shi Yu is noble and elegant. How can I allow you, a sinister villain, to perform on the same stage with her?"
, wouldn’t it insult Miss Shi Yu’s reputation?”
Meng Xinghe's harsh words directly humiliated Ma Wencai to the point of losing his face. For the sake of his son's thin face, Ma Shouyi did not want Meng Xinghe to damage Ma Wencai's status in the eyes of the three examiners. He scolded: "You are so bold and cunning.
He was drinking and causing trouble. Someone is here, drag him out."
A mandatory order was issued, but before the guards came up to throw Meng Xinghe out, Meng Xinghe argued confidently: "Excuse me, Mr. Ma, there is a law in the Tang Dynasty that stipulates that people who drink alcohol cannot express their opinions.
.The student asked Mr. Ma, Mr. Ma also drank just now, so does what you said count?"
Damn it! Arguing with me is just asking for death. I have been the best debater since I was ten years old. Meng Xinghe reacted smartly and made moves that left his opponent unable to fight back. Ma Shouyi was in a deadlock, and when he caught Meng Xinghe, it was clear that he was pretending to be public for personal gain, no
He couldn't let go of his own dignity by arresting him, so he admitted that what Meng Xinghe said was reasonable.
When the situation was awkward, Ma Wencai had an idea, and a thought flashed through his mind: "Since you keep saying that you are not worthy of performing on the same stage as Miss Shi Yu, you must think that your piano skills are very high, so it just so happens that so many people can see it today, I
Let's have a live competition with you. If one loses, the other will kowtow and apologize. Do you dare?"
In front of Meng Xinghe, Ma Wencai finally found the capital to show his prestige. In terms of piano skills, Ma Wen only played the piano at the age of five, and could compose music and lyrics at the age of ten. At this age, it can be said that his piano skills are not much inferior to those of Shi Yu, and Meng Xinghe
Bi Qin, he was 100% confident of winning, so the conditions he offered were relatively harsh.
Scholars have always relied on their dignity, and would rather suffer a bloody blow than kneel down and kowtow to others. Ma Wencai was sure that he would win Meng Xinghe, so he bet his life's reputation on Meng Xinghe's eternal recovery.
"Haha~~ Do I dare?" Meng Xinghe threw the wine jar in his hand and threw it to the ground, where a cloud of beer blossoms gradually appeared. He seemed drunk but not drunk and said with a smile: "There are only unexpected things in this world, but there is nothing I dare not do.
Ma Wencai, I am reluctant to do anything today, so I will treat it as a good deed and take away your right to kneel down and admit your mistake."
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