Number of romantic figures

Chapter 283

The Enrong Banquet is held in the Ministry of Rites.

Everyone must participate unconditionally. This is a feast given by the emperor to the new scholars.

According to the usual practice, the emperor sent a representative to attend the Enrong Banquet, and then representatives from the Ministry of Rites and Wu Xun also attended.

The representative of the emperor who gave the banquet in Shangke was King Yan, who was the emperor's uncle.

The representative of the emperor presenting the banquet is Prince Zhongshun, the emperor's mother and brother.

Giving a banquet is not as particular about passing on the grand ceremony. The Jinshi arrives on time and then enters the table according to the guidance of the small officials of the Ministry of Rites.

The Xinke Sandingjia ranks in the first row, and then the second-class Jinshi ranks in order.

This kind of single-seat banquet is different from the traditional round table banquet, but it is quite close together. The scale of 380 people is too large. It is quite troublesome to arrange so many seats and serve dishes one by one.

But this represents the face of the Great Zhou court, no matter how complicated it is, it needs to be like this.

Fortunately, Hou Xun is on the left of Feng Ziying, and Wang Xiangchun, a student from Shandong, is on the right.

Needless to say, Hou Xun, Wang Xiangchun is from Shandong. Although Feng Ziying didn't know Wang Xiangchun, but he heard the accent, so he got close to him.

However, Feng Ziying still felt that Wang Xiangchun seemed a little indifferent to him, but he was very enthusiastic towards Hou Xun, which made Feng Ziying a little puzzled.

If it is said that because I am young, I am ranked higher than him, but Hou Xun is only three years older than myself, and I am the opponent's fellow, why is this guy so enthusiastic about Hou Xun, who is from Henan?

After going back and forth, I found out that when people talk about poetry and prose, they are very eloquent, but I obviously lack the background in this regard.

Fortunately, although this guy is not enthusiastic about him, he is not cold-eyed, but compared with Hou Xun, it seems a bit uncomfortable.

Since people don't want to see each other, Feng Ziying doesn't bother to put his face on people's cold buttocks. In contrast, Hou Xun is much closer. This is the friendship accumulated by everyone in the past two years, which is naturally unusual.

Hou Xun is also a shrewd person, so he naturally saw Wang Xiangchun's indifference to Feng Ziying, and secretly smiled in his heart.

This Feng Ziying usually dominates her own side in all kinds of affairs with Chongzheng Academy, even Yang Wenruo can hardly gain the upper hand, but she did not expect to be despised by the villagers at this Enrong Banquet today , which made him forgive the other party on the surface, but he was still a little happy in his heart.

It seems that the news that I don't know poetry and Fu, but was ordered by the emperor in the imperial examination and almost entered the third tripod armor has spread among the students. There is no doubt that this must be manipulated by someone with a heart, otherwise it would only be two days later , and it became like this, Feng Ziying was also trying to figure out who was doing the tricks.

However, there are too many suspicious candidates. The main reason is that I am really too hated. I am 15 years old, the youngest Jinshi in Dazhou, and I am from a Wuxun family. , Nothing can make these new scholars who have just got rid of their status as poor students feel comfortable.

Moreover, he actually won the approval of the emperor Jinkou, and almost entered the top three. Even so, he was still ranked in the top ten of the second class. How can this make those students who spend countless thoughts on poetry and prose feel at ease?
Seeing the weird smile on Hou Xun's face, Feng Ziying could guess that this guy was secretly happy in his heart.

In the past two years, Yang Sichang and the Hou brothers have dealt with Qingtan Academy a lot. There are a lot of discussions on current affairs and policy studies. Naturally, some debates are inevitable, and these guys rarely take advantage of it.

But as long as it comes to poetry and poetry, Feng Ziying respectfully thanked Bumin, and made it clear that she was not good at it, so there was no need to say more, so Yang Sichang and the Hou brothers had no excuse to find fault.

Today I finally got an opportunity, and it was provoked by others, so I can avoid offending people, and I can also take this opportunity to tease Feng Ziying in the future, well, it is your own countrymen who look down on you, If I want to discuss poetry with you, who can I blame?

This Enrong Banquet was also extremely aggrieved. From time to time, Wang Xiangchun discussed poetry with Hou Xun through himself, and occasionally threw out a sentence or two of poems, or commented on one or two Tang and Song masters. Feng Ziying, who had to sit in the middle, was also extremely uncomfortable.

Wanting to get up and leave, this is a feast of grace, he is not so bold yet, if he doesn't leave, the two of them, especially Wang Xiangchun, will talk more and more vigorously, and Hou Xun is afraid that his belly will burst from laughing , but still pretending to talk to Wang Xiangchun happily, teasing Wang Xiangchun even more elated.

Feng Ziying also sighed secretly, seeing that Wang Xiangchun was a simple-minded guy who lacked EQ, and was played by Hou Xun on top of the applause without knowing it.

It was so easy for Feng Ziying to wait until the end of the Enrong Banquet, and Feng Ziying felt that he could finally escape the two of them discussing the development of Da Zhou's poetry and culture through space, but he never thought that the contempt he had been trying to avoid would still come.

"Ziying, Ruogu said that you don't like poetry, but are you serious?" Wang Xiangchun cast a sidelong glance at Feng Ziying, and asked with undiminished interest. Obviously, the previous discussion with Hou Xun made him very satisfied.

Hou Xun came from a famous family, and his father was an official in the court, and the Wang family was also a famous scholar family in Shandong Xincheng. His father and brother were both Jinshi, so he was naturally proud and proud. He was respected by Hou Xun, which made him very proud.

And this Feng Ziying is just a post-Wu Xun, relying on his understanding of current affairs, Jinke wrote an article to invite pampering, and won the emperor's momentary delight, so he was a little ignorant, even though he was also from Shandong, he was particularly displeased.

"Brother Ji Mu, my younger brother is indeed not very talented in poetry and prose. In addition, he has lived in a remote area since he was a child, and he has no famous teacher to teach him, and his family does not have the same family education as Brother Ji Mu, so I am really ashamed."

Feng Ziying didn't want to argue with Wang Xiangchun on such occasions.

They were originally from the countryside, and they were much older than themselves, so they should respect their seniors no matter what, so their words were very modest and euphemistic.

"Ziying, you are still young, don't you know that heaven rewards hard work? Diligence can make up for one's weakness. This poem and prose is the foundation of our scholars. If this aspect is lacking, how can we educate the people in the future?" I am quite satisfied, but he still wants to teach as a person who has experienced it, "Now that you have won a Jinshi, you should spend more time on poetry and prose. Current affairs are important, but strengthening the foundation is the right way."

Feng Ziying glanced at the other party coldly, suppressed the anger in her heart, and gave you some face, but you really think you are invincible?
"Brother Ji Mu is right. If I have time in the future, I must study hard..." Feng Ziying still nodded in response, after all, the other party did not have any malicious intentions.

"It's not that I have time, but I have to study hard from now on..." Wang Xiangchun's literary energy was obviously a little bit high, and he said stubbornly: "Think about us scholars who study, people die to leave their names, leopards die Liupi, if you can't leave a poem that can be praised by future generations, how can you be a scholar? Look at Li Taibai, Du Gongbu, who has been passed down through the ages..."

I couldn't bear it any longer, Feng Ziying really didn't expect to meet such a stubborn and gentle fellow, and this was at the Enrong Banquet, is it appropriate for you to teach yourself over and over again?

Anyway, I am still a native of your country, and the rank of second-class Jinshi is still ahead of you. I just recruit you because I don’t like poetry and Fu. If you don’t transfer my education to become a great poet, you will be satisfied with the mentality of being a teacher no?

"Li Du's poems have been handed down thousands of times, and it is not new. Talented people come out from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years. Brother Ji Mu, I think that in the prosperity of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there may not be a few who can be comparable in all aspects Li Du's talents, such as you? Don't you think so?"

When Wang Xiangchun and Hou Xun were discussing poetry, they had actually attracted the attention of many scholars around them. After all, this was the top ten of the second class, including the previous Sanding Jia, who listened to a few words from time to time, until Wang Xiangchun "" When "teaching" Feng Ziying, many people laughed secretly.

So when Feng Ziying finally launched a "counterattack", at least a dozen people present heard Feng Ziying's casual comment on Li Du's poem.

Everyone was shocked.

Wang Xiangchun and Hou Xun next to him were dumbfounded.

Didn't it mean that he didn't understand poetry?This poem...?
"Ziying, this poem...?" Hou Xun couldn't help it at first, this fellow is simply pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. For the past two years, he has been pretending in front of his brother and Wen Ruo, but now he is at the Enrong Banquet Come up like this?
"What poem?" Feng Ziying asked in surprise: "Oh, you said this, I saw it by accident on a dilapidated city wall when I was patrolling the border with my father when I was young. The younger brother wrote down the graffiti by hand,..."

Hou Xun looked at Feng Ziying as if seeing a ghost, with an unbelievable look on his face, even Lian Guoshi, Huang Zunsu and Yang Sichang in the front row couldn't help turning their heads.

Wang Xiangchun's face was flushed with anger, but he didn't know how to respond for a moment. Is there such a boring person as you?

Hou Xun knew Feng Ziying's character a little bit, and after a long time he took a breath like a toothache, grinned and said: "Ziying, you are boring like this, Brother Ji Mu is also kind, I hope you spend more time My mind is on poetry, I have no other meaning,..."

"Ruogu, I am very grateful to Brother Ji Mu for his kindness, but when you say this, it seems that I have done something bad again?" Feng Ziying also responded angrily: "What have I done?"

The commotion here immediately attracted the attention of the three guests at the banquet above. This is an honor banquet, who dares to make a scene here?
Prince Zhongshun's sharp eyes like a falcon immediately looked over, while Niu Jizong, the representative of Wu Xun and the envoy of the Jingying Jiedu, looked at this side with a gratified expression on his face and with great interest.

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