Song Mingyue

Chapter 45
A selection of the gentleman's six arts assessment, the final selection is no more than ten people.

The vigorous three-day assessment finally ended at noon on the seventh day of July. That Chinese meal has become the farewell meal for most people.

However, the ten candidates knew that the game was not over yet.

The Wang family has only one daughter to marry, and only one of them can have the last laugh.

Therefore, before the ten preliminary test candidates entered the back hall of Yaxuanju, they faced another assessment.

This time, the assessment is poetry.

"It's Qixi Festival, please take Qixi Festival as the theme and write a poem."

Those who can enter the re-examination, who are not reciting poems and composing lyrics, just open their mouths, but the examiners are a group of Jiangning Confucianism headed by Lu Qing, and there are not many who can fall into their eyes.

After some screening, seven more people were selected in this assessment.

The remaining three are: Xie Yu, Zheng Yu and Zhao Hao.

Only Xie Yu and Zheng Yu were supposed to be able to enter the back hall, but Zhao Hao forced his way in undisputedly.

"Magpie bridge fairy
When Biwu first came out, the sweet-scented osmanthus spit out, and the water on the pond withered slightly.The needle-piercing man is in the Hehuan Building, the first moon is dew, and the jade plate is high.

Spiders are busy and lazy, tired of plowing and weaving, empty of making ancient and modern stories.The world just said that the period of the next year refers to the sky, just overnight. "

The song "Magpie Bridge Immortal" written by Yan Rui, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty, was highly praised by Lu Qing and several other great scholars. It once again overshadowed the sharpness of Zheng Yu and Xie Yu. Hao entered the back hall.

Overcoming obstacles all the way, Zhao Hao finally appeared in the back hall of Yaxuanju.

A curtain hangs down, and a slim figure can be seen vaguely behind the curtain.

"The person who enters the back hall is for the child to choose, otherwise the child would rather die than marry."

Wang Xin was a docile woman on the outside, but when she became stubborn, Wang Tong had to give in. Otherwise, the three-step suicide by blood spattering might really happen in the Wang family.

The three handsome young men were from the other three of Jiangning's four major mansions, and they were all legitimate sons, all of whom were handsome.

One has a literary talent; the other has a reputation for talent; the other has always been regarded as ignorant, but forced to come in because of his talent.

One comes from a distinguished family that has been around for hundreds of years and has deep roots in Jiangnan;

No matter which one Wang Xin chooses, it will not humiliate the Wang family. This is the reason why Wang Tong agreed to her independent choice.

"Three gentlemen, Wang Xin is very polite!" A clear female voice came out, and behind the hazy bead curtain, there was a graceful figure bowing.

Hearing such a pleasant voice, all three of them were refreshed.They couldn't help thinking that the voice was already so nice, but at the Peony Flower Festival that day they were so secretive that they didn't see their face clearly, and today they changed into women's clothing, which might be an alluring appearance.

The three hurriedly returned the gift.

Behind the bead curtain, he asked again: "The three young masters, do you all want to take concubines as wives? If anyone doesn't want to, you can withdraw first."

The three of them were stunned for a moment, and then they replied in unison: "I have been longing for a lady for a long time, and after three days of examination, I only came here for my lady."

"Thank you for the kindness of the three sons, but I can only marry one person, so I want to ask each other a question, which son's answer is most suitable for the concubine, then it is the wishful husband of the concubine."

The three looked solemn: "Okay, please feel free to ask my lady."

After the bead curtain, there was silence for a long time, and finally that clear and pleasant voice slowly resounded.

"If I marry the young master, if I get angry with the young master for a day, and the resentment is hard to appease, how can the young master deal with it?"

Zheng Yu pondered for a while, and took the lead to answer: "Give up Wanguan pearls and jade, pick the most beautiful flowers in Jiangning City, buy the best rouge, and marry my wife."

The person behind the curtain shook his head slightly.

At this time, Xie Yu had already opened his mouth and replied: "To find out the source of Miss's anger, think about her own faults, and only then can she relieve her anger."

Zhao Hao couldn't help a wry smile in his heart, my cousin, don't you know that sometimes women get angry for no reason, like rain, like fog, like wind?

The people inside were noncommittal, but asked again: "What about Mr. Zhao, how should we deal with it?"

Zhao Hao's expression froze, and he said righteously: "The Buddha said: If you want to please a woman, you must first please her stomach. If the lady is angry, I will cook myself and make a table of good dishes for the lady to eat and drink. Vigorous - angry and angry."

The man behind the curtain turned around silently and didn't reply for a long time.

Xie Yu and Zheng Yu were in a mess in an instant—is this okay?
When a woman is inexplicably angry, the best way is to play tricks and tell jokes so that she can't hold back her smile and the resentment will disappear.

"If the concubine is just a woman from an ordinary family, would you be willing to marry a concubine as a wife?"

As soon as this question came out, there was an instant silence.

This is a difficult question to answer. Even if they are willing, the family behind them will not be willing. It cannot be said that they have no discretion in matters such as marriage, but there are very few, sometimes even none.For example, now that they have the opportunity to marry Miss Wang, even if they are tempted by other women, they can only choose to marry Wang Xin.

Moreover, the sons of aristocratic families like Zheng Yu and Xie Yu would not have the idea of ​​marrying a commoner woman...but taking concubines is feasible.

Zhao Hao took a deep breath, and said slowly: "I have been transformed into a stone bridge for 500 years, just so that my wife can pass by it once; I have been transformed into a willow for 500 years, just to wait for my wife to take a nap under the tree once." ;In this life, if I want to marry my wife, I have waited for thousands of years? After waiting for thousands of years, how can I care if the lady is a daughter of the Xiangfu or a farmer? If you are the woman who picks lotus, I will share the black mud and white lotus root with you day and night; if you are the daughter of a fisherman, I will go boating with you on Taihu Lake and weave nets to catch fish..."

Xie Yu: "...(Cousin is so nasty, I have goosebumps...)"

Zheng Yu: "...(This person is really shameless!)"

Wang Xin: "...(Which gentleman taught this serious nonsense kung fu?)"

After a long time, I have to ask again.

"A beauty is easy to grow old, and time is easy to pass away. One day, the concubine will be full of hair and look haggard. Will the son still love the concubine as before?"

This time, Zheng Yu had already learned his lesson, and seemed to have glimpsed the door, figured out Wang Xin's path, and was planning his answer in his mind.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Hao who was beside him was the first to answer.

"Through the years, the years are fleeting, and the vicissitudes of life, I will treat your eyebrows and eyes to be the same as before, and the years are the same;
Even if the smile is dead, even if the prosperity is over, I promise you that you will live up to the golden wind and jade dew in this life.

As long as the bees fly and the butterflies dance, and the flowers are delicate and beautiful, I will follow you forever and stay together forever;
Even though you are beautiful and white-haired, and you are in your dying years, I will also play the piano and make poems for you, and dance with long sleeves.

Across the line of life and death, even if the end is approaching, I will also invite you to the next life and this life, and I am willing to continue;
Let the soul disappear and die, let the rotten wood be the coffin, and I will also forget the river with you, and the love will be painful for a lifetime.

Across the barren mounds and dry bones, across the yellow springs and strangers, I will wait for you on the Naihe Bridge, life and death are on the same road;
Longitudinal reincarnation through the ages, longitudinal audio no news.I also look for you in the ends of the earth, and I live up to my original intention. "

Zhao Hao's magnetic voice resounded in the back hall, like a dream, and the audience was silent.

Like poetry, but not poetry, like gurgling water, it soaks into the deepest part of the soul, making the listener intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

Behind the bead curtain, the man had disappeared.

Only Zhao Hao, Zheng Yu and Xie Yu were left in the room, with different expressions.

Xie Yu's expression returned to calm, and he smiled slightly at Zhao Hao and said, "Congratulations, cousin."

Zheng Yu seemed to wake up from a dream, and suddenly got up, pointing at Zhao Hao, his eyes were full of resentment, and said, "Shameless person, clever words, hard to be elegant, even if Miss Wang is blinded by you for a while, I If you don’t believe that the Wang Daguan will be deceived by you!”

He had a lot of nasty confession words in his mind, but before he had time to say them, Zhao Hao took the lead.That's all, the key is that the game ends right here, and his words full of thousands of words are all aborted. This is the most uncomfortable thing, and I can't wait to strangle Zhao Hao to death.

Facing Zheng Yu's menacing and aggressive approach, Zhao Hao spread his hands, his face full of innocence, and he didn't say a word, making Zheng Yu furious but helpless, he could only curse Zhao Hao thousands of times in his heart.

However, there is still a glimmer of hope in his heart, because the matter of marriage is ultimately decided by Wang Tong, no matter how cunning and shameless Zhao Hao is, he cannot escape Wang Tong's test.

……

In the back hall, in the innermost upper room, a pretty girl knelt quietly in front of Wang Tong and his wife.

"Boy, if you don't marry Zhao Lang, please give permission from your father and mother."

There are too many good-looking, sanctimonious, and gorgeous skins, but too few interesting souls.

Interesting souls will meet eventually.

It's just that if they meet each other when they are not married, they will risk their lives to be together, life and death will never change...

Wang Tong frowned, puzzled: "Then Mr. Zhao is glib and nonsensical, why did Xiner choose this person?"

Mrs. Wang sighed slightly: "Marriage is predestined, how can there be any reason... I have also sent someone to inquire about Mr. Zhao in the past few days. Mr. Zhao has been reborn as if he had been reborn since his illness. He is humble and polite. , willing to do good, is no longer a frivolous person, why not let Xiner be the master once."

A mother, after all, loves her daughter.

Wang Jue on the side also chimed in: "Although the Zheng family is backed by the official family, their reputation in Jiangning is not good. It's worth giving up, or I worry that it will ruin our Wang family's reputation in the future."

Wang Yan frowned slightly: "Mr. Xie is a literary and elegant gentleman, why doesn't my younger sister like it?"

The two brothers started arguing about each other, but surprisingly they reached an agreement, that is, they didn't like Zheng Yu.

Wang Tong thought about it for a long time, with helplessness on his face, he looked at Wang Xin and said with hatred: "Since this is the case, if you marry the wrong family, you can't blame him for being a father."

"Thank you father for fulfilling it!"

PS: Well, there are a lot of controversies about this plot, some like it and some don’t like it, after all, it’s over, and the rest is guaranteed to be a fresh plot.

(End of this chapter)