Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

Wang Shouren is Wang Hua’s eldest son, Li Zhaoxian is Li Dongyang’s son, Li Mengyang, Tang Bohu, Bian Gong, and Wang Jiusi are all students of Li Dongyang, Zhu Zhishan is Xie Qian’s master test, Wang Shouren’s background... The second generation authors are all authors of one generation. The protégé of the children, really ran into it in the venue.

Cui Xie held on to Li Zhaoxian to death, and waited for the teachers to walk away before letting go, and asked him in a deep voice, "Why did you come out? Didn’t you ask you to rest in the room? I have seen many colleagues along the way, in case there is any Those who bump into you, call out their names, for fear that they won’t be surrounded."

Li Zhaoxian said nonchalantly: "A lot of people who recognize them have written comic strips, but not many recognize me. Even though I do recognize them, I don’t know that I am one of the six people today. I listened to the speculations of the travellers. Guess the author has a tip. Your lord."

Cui Xie sighed, hoping that Fei Hong would not come out to join in the fun, and Wang Shouren should never come out. Wang Shengren's eyesight and action are much stronger than these weak scholars, if he sees his father, no one can stop him.

He asked worriedly: "You are the only one to come out? Are you going to see the senior judges?"

Li Zhaoxian shook his head: "It's not just me. After I came out, I saw Brother Bohu also came out. They may have gone to see today's judges. I used to see those brothers who I used to see. I simply wanted to watch the pictures again and eat some. Things will go again." Then they lined up till now.

He actually wanted to watch two more times, but when he saw his brother found him in front of him, he closed his mind and asked, "My brother is here to tell me to go back? Do you want to start commenting?"

No, I told you to go back so that your fathers and teachers can stroll around the garden at ease.

Cui Xie glanced at him affectionately, and replied, "It's late, let's go back to eat something and prepare early. I'm afraid that the review meeting at night will have to go into the night, you are weak, take a break at this moment. ."

He walked to the review court with his younger brother, and when he went out, he caught a guy who was in charge of order and asked him to inform the shopkeeper and arrange the person to bring the authors to the review court. Everyone had a meal together.

When he walked to no one in the judging house, Li Zhaoxian suddenly dragged Cui Xie, his eyes flickered at him, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, you can tell me the truth, tell us whether the seniors are Jin Yiwei The current author?"

Cui Xie looked down at him and replied neatly, "No, why do you think that way?"

Li Zhaoxian grabbed his arm and said, "Is it true? Our family still don't know the basics, brother, you can't deal with me with such a'no'. The script of "Wang Yao Niang" was originally produced by Ju An Zhai, and Xie Zhen inside. The paintings by Fu, Feng Yun, and Yao Niang are the same as those of Jin Yiwei today. At that time, you were a student of the Imperial College and Fei Shijiang was your classmate, right?

"Your articles often share the same name, and they have good friendships, and he will definitely write for you. The two seniors Guo and Tang are also your talents in Qian'an—the Three Kingdoms of the Six Talents Review Edition is also printed by your study. The two must also be people you love to use."

He held his fingers and counted people, and put aside those who were not right, and finally put forward the heaviest evidence: "At that time, the style of Taige style was not decayed, and my father’s Chaling line was just prosperous. Style, these senior talents became famous at that time, and the style of writing naturally has the temperament of Chaling. That Shuixi is probably a follower of my father..."

He raised his eyes to Cui Xie, shaking his head and sighing: "If I had not known my brother since childhood and knew your poems, I'm afraid I would recognize you as Mr. Shuixi."

Well, this kid owes a beating.

Cui Xie glanced at him, and decided to go back to tell Teacher Li a black sign, holding his feet and walking back to the review room.

Unexpectedly, none of the judges and teachers he invited had left, and they were exchanging experience in writing comic strips with talented scholars such as Tang Yin and Li Mengyang.

Although the two talents in Qian'an started from writing reviews, and Liu Chun, Tu Rui, and Cheng Kai did not write for Cui Xie, they are also experienced readers who have been chasing Jin Yiwei comics since before and after the middle test. These people commented from the perspective of pure readers and opened up new ideas for authors.

Cui Xie took Li Zhao forward and found that there were no less than one reviewer, and even the author was only left with this one. He was so thankful.

Wang Shouren looked at Li Zhaoxian with a sigh of relief, and smiled: "We have already commented on the manuscript here, and we are waiting for Brother Bo Zhengxian to come. You and Brother He Zhong just came from outside, the situation in the yard. how about it?"

Li Zhaoxian said excitedly: "There are people everywhere, there are queues in front of any painting studio, and those who have finished watching are reluctant to leave, and there is no place to stand! I see that there will be Jinyiwei drama next time, and there is no need to ask the theater team to sing. , Directly draw such a big picture, ask a few who can sing a song to sing alongside, I am afraid it will be more popular."

Cui Xie also said: "I asked the gardener, and the guests liked several manuscripts. They didn't see the bias. The outcome will not be known until the evening is judged."

Several authors looked at them eagerly, all wanting to know the outcome earlier. Hearing this, I don’t know if they should be proud that their new manuscript is being scrutinized by others, or should they be disappointed. These people pay attention to pictures, no Manuscript.

Cui Xie warmly comforted them: "Even if the readers have the same number of votes, don't you still have the professional votes of the judges? If you don't believe in outside tourists, you have to believe in the standards of my five younger brothers and brothers who commented on articles? Not only do we want to rate you, I also asked the authors of Jinyiwei today for comments, and then read it to you in public."

Several judges lit their eyes and chased him for comments, vying to ensure that these new authors would not be seen. Li Zhaoxian stared in shock, and muttered, "Am I really guessing wrong?"

Cui Xie patted his chest, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I've been hiding the review book for a few days. I'm waiting to surprise you today."

Comments cannot be shown to them in advance, but I can treat them to a good meal, just to take advantage of this time to ask the teachers to visit the garden and watch movies freely.

Cui Xie asked people to go down to prepare the meal, and by the way, informed Teacher Li that they could visit the garden and come back to eat with others.

During the day, the authors and the judges were given some wine, and they were given dishes such as fried nuts, boiled peanuts, and cornel spicy oil to adjust the nuts. In the evening, only the meat dishes and the fried buds were served. Miao Cai. Although it's not served with wine, the fresh dishes and hot peanut milk make everyone feel satisfied.

While the author and the reviewers had a meal, Wang Shouren quietly called Cui Xie outside, his eyes flashed with wise brilliance, and asked him in a low voice: "Just now, my brother went out, not just to see what the outside guests say about the new article, but also to see him. My father and Li Xueshi everyone, right?"

Cui Xie slapped his face, almost unable to hold his face.

Wang Shouren smiled and said, "Brother He Zhong, don’t be nervous, I just guessed this, so I left everyone behind for you. In fact, I knew my father was the Longquan hermit who wrote Jinyiwei. Knowing his father’s identity, he wouldn’t even guess others. It's difficult, there are people from the Hanlin Academy on both sides..."

Saint Wang deserves to be Saint Wang!

When Cui Xie heard his reasoning, he was not very surprised, instead he felt "finally here". He didn’t blame Wang Zhuangyuan for not covering his vest. After all, Wang Shouren was a sage, and he was able to rule the country and fight against the rebellion. His founding of mind learning almost destroyed Cheng Zhu Lixue. Five hundred years later, he not only studied middle school textbooks, but also a bunch of people Write him a biography...

His champion dad can't get his son, that's just a matter of course.

Cui Xie simply said bachelor: "Brother Shourenxian made a good guess. Just now I was going to pick up my mentor and seniors. I ran into Junior Brother Li on the road and brought him back."

Since he knew about this a long time ago and kept it secret for so long, he must have some thoughts when he suddenly said it today. Cui Xie didn't bother to guess more, and asked directly: "Brother Xian knew the identity of the teacher and the seniors, but he couldn't bear it. Today I specifically talked about it with me. It must not be accidental. Is there anything I do? "

"There is indeed something, I need to ask Brother He Zhong to help..." Wang Shouren showed a trace of shame in his eyes, and did not look at him, but said very firmly: "I look at the direction of the wind and seem to intend to regain the loop, relying on the high wall. Counterattack the Tartar, Wasabi, and the female straight savages. I want to release the police to the police station, and go to Jiubian to serve as a censor to see the real frontier battles."

He gave a deep salute to Cui Xie: "My father is afraid that he won't agree. Please ask Brother Li Ge for me, let me go to the border."

He just bowed down, his arms were supported, and he couldn't bend down anymore. Wang Shouren felt cold and raised his eyes to look at the opposite person, but he ran into a pair of hot eyes.

Choi Xie is more enthusiastic and more active than he said: "How can I delay the patriotic heart of Shou Renxian! I will try my best to persuade my teacher about this matter. If I can't say it, I have to do it myself. Support you!"

Liu Jin almost told him to do it, and he was worried that Wang Shouren had no place to exercise his ability to fight war and calm the people. A trip to Jiubian, isn't it the same as that of Guizhou Longchang? Asking him to see the chaos of the border and the hardship of the people is definitely good for thinking about life.

It doesn't matter if it's a little too close, it's better to use his talents than to stay in Beijing and be an official for decades.

Wang Shouren didn't expect to receive such affirmative support from him. He went back to the room erraticly and ate his food without knowing what he was eating.

But after dinner, the authors and reviewers will be on the stage, and they will not be allowed to distract. Cui Xie asked people to change them into a shoulder-padded waist-waisting green robe and high square scarf, stepped on invisible high heels under his feet, and gave them a full disguise from the body. Everyone had packed up, practiced speaking under their throats, and then walked toward the stage mightily.

The Huangjia Garden has taken over many conventions over the years, and the layout of the main courtyard is the same as before, unchanged.

The big stage stands high in the courtyard. Under the cornices and on both sides of the porch are lined with bright and transparent horn lamps. In the center of the stage is a black paper frame that is the same as the outside painting studio, and there is a frame behind the frame Large paper screen. With two lights behind the screen and a seat, each author must go up and introduce the story of his relationship with Jin Yiwei's comic strip and the idea of ​​writing a new manuscript.

Fortunately, the authors have attracted a lot of followers based on their names. People who often talk about poetry and essays, if they don’t like to talk, sit up and don’t know what to say.

For that matter, a few talented people still secretly punched the cheat sheets and put them in their sleeves, preparing for emergencies after taking the stage.

As for the reviewers, they all come to the stage after all the six talented scholars have come to the stage to declare their intentions and read the articles. They will comment and give them points one by one. After the judges have finished their comments, the host, Mr. Cui, will read the comments and expectations of the predecessors of the newcomers, and finally it is time for the audience to vote.

The scores given by the professional judges and the audience votes each account for 50% of the weight. The scores are scored on the spot, and the main writer of "The Guardian of the Jinyi Guardian" is selected.

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It was dark at first, and when the courtyards in the garden were lighted up, bells, drums, flutes and flutes also sounded from the main courtyard. The door that had been locked for a day was pushed open from the inside. The sky was no longer visible in the courtyard, and a huge oil paper was placed on top. The roof of the shed is covered with paper and curtains on all sides to keep the early spring cold outside the shed.

Rows of long bamboo chairs are placed in the shed, lined with soft and warm feather cushions. Under the guidance of the steward, the tourists in the courtyard were divided into six areas to sit in. There are down and down under the hips, and the will to support the favorite author is burning in their hearts. They can't even feel the cold of early spring, only a passion is secretly boiling in the field. .

Lights gradually lit up on the stage in the courtyard, illuminating the picture frame they had been watching all afternoon, and the visitors were more and more looking forward to it.

But there is no color picture behind the frame. Only a man in a green robe and scarf stood in front of the white screen, writing a series of upright characters on the Taige body, which they had heard repeatedly in the afternoon. Familiar with pictures.

"It's Bai Jingsheng! At the beginning of the paragraph that Bai Jingsheng wrote, he wrote about the color of the sea and the sky. The two sentences are just as immersive, I remember clearly!"

People downstairs chanted Bai Jingsheng's name, and several others who were sitting close to the stage stood up to walk forward to see the true face of the author. The steward in the audience hurriedly stopped them, tried to persuade them, and even threatened them that if they continued like this, they would scare the author away.

Just as the chaos was about to rise, the silk strings in the courtyard turned, and there was a faint singing on the stage, but they sang songs that are very familiar to the tourists and the authors on the stage——

It is the tune of An Qianhu, who disguised himself as a woman and stepped into the nest of Japanese pirates in "The Wind Rising in Jin Yiwei", with golden makeup and jade ornaments, high bun and Chinese clothes, holding a lotus fan and half covering his face.

The travellers were instantly reminded of the old memories, and suddenly no longer attached to the new author, they all sang the old drama with the familiar shengxiao string:

"The flowers are beautiful, the moonlight is charming, and the shadow of Xie Chang'e is natural and pretty. The branches are green and swaying, and the waist dances in front of the wind. Although it is held in the palm, I hate to smile."

The author has something to say: This song is by Yang Tinghe, [Double Tone·Qingdongyuan] I would mourn the death of the lotus on the fan in the autumn night.