dream of red mansion

Perhaps it was fate's arrangement, as soon as Jia Qing came to the stage, he heard a voice full of surprise and resentment, which was still very familiar.Looking up, who else is not the Sun Wu who lost face yesterday?

Jia Qing thinks life is so interesting!

Ignoring Sun Wu who was facing him, Jia Qing saluted the judge first, and reported to the house: "Jia Qing, the supervisor of Beijian, has met your lord!"

The official looked to be in his fifties or sixties, waved his hands and said, "Excuse me, um, it looks like you know Xiao Wu?"

Jia Qing had a bad feeling that this judge and Sun Wu seemed to have a lot to do with each other!

Sure enough, Sun Wu interjected in an aggrieved voice: "Teacher, this disciple recognizes him. He is a disciple of everyone, and because of his status, he has given the disciple a bad look..."

The judge's expression darkened upon hearing this.

Jia Qing was very depressed today. First, he was forced to come over to compose a poem, and then he got on a stage at random, and the master of the "enemy" was still in charge!That's right, it's a mentor, because Sun Wu called himself a disciple instead of a student in front of him.

Now that Sun Wu is "complaining" in front of his teacher, it's hard for him to defend himself. Could it be that I retaliated because your apprentice came to provoke me foolishly?

Saying this can only be counterproductive.

Because, you can't be close!

So Jia Qing didn't explain much, and bowed again and said: "Students are here to take the exam, and adults are invited to write questions!"

After all, the judge is old and has a calm temper. He quickly withdrew his emotions and said calmly: "The country is at war, so you can write a poem on this topic, without any restrictions on rhyme.

Like them, you have a stick of time, let's go. "

"Yes"

Jia Qing raised his eyes and saw that there were four tables on one side of the poetry platform, and there were people standing next to two of them, so he walked over there silently.

Jia Qing's question seemed to have no requirements, but Jia Qing knew that he meant to make things difficult for him. After all, how old is he, how can he know what war is?Not to mention writing poetry.

But Jia Qing was not dissatisfied, everyone has a heart to protect the calf, and what's more, the judge has the final say on what questions to ask.

Sun Wu next to him was in charge of lighting the incense and timing.The funny thing is, Jia Qing could clearly see that when this guy lit the incense, he purposely turned the incense upright, and the stay time was not short...

If he does this, the incense must burn much faster.

Seeing him slightly triumphantly inserting the stick of incense on the desks in front of her, Jia Qing really didn't know how to describe him.

That's probably what a clown is like.

Ignoring these things, Jia Qing dipped his pen in the ink and swiped freely. After a while, a seven-character quatrain appeared on the paper.

Stop writing and put the brush on the pen holder.

"My lord, the students are ready!"

The two buddies next to him turned their heads in disbelief, wanting to see what Jia Qing had written.

The old man who was the judge also looked over in disbelief, and was sure that Jia Qing meant to hand in the paper, so he ran over with a thud, picked up Jia Qing's manuscript and began to read it.

He made up his mind that if Jia Qing dared to make a splash here, no matter who he was, he would deal with him on the spot!

The majesty of Confucianism cannot be trampled upon by such anointed disciples!

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After reading it once, he didn't understand it a little bit. At least he knew it wasn't a fabrication, so he patiently read it again...

"Did you just do this?"

After three breaths, he raised his head and asked.

Jia Qing grinned and said, "The adults came up with the questions."

The old man apologized: "No other meaning, I just find it unbelievable. You are not very old when you look like this. Who did you learn from?"

Seeing that the old man's attitude had improved, Jia Qing also became slightly respectful and said, "Master Fang, the tutor and cabinet minister."

It's not that Jia Qing shows off, and every time he reveals Fang Shou's official position in advance, it's a taboo for his lord. Others can say "Fang Shou, Mr. Fang", but Jia Qing can't mention the word Fang Shou, so in order to clearly introduce Fang Shou Shou, had to add his official position.

Only since then, the vibration has become bigger.

In this era of learning and excellence, being a cabinet minister is the dream position of every scholar, an unattainable dream, and the most pinnacle pursuit.

Now Jia Qing, who looks young at first glance, is actually a disciple of the cabinet ministers, Zizi, the future is bright!The eyes around him became a little complicated in an instant.

Of course, if it is in the capital, this kind of emotion may be much less.But in other places, even in Nanjing, the second city of the Kingdom, this worship of the cabinet is deeply imprinted in the hearts of every scholar.

"It turned out to be Mr. Fang Ge's high-ranking apprentice. No wonder. I think that when Mr. Fang Ge was in the Ministry of Rites a few years ago, he often went to Nanjian to give lectures, and he also had some friendship with me. So I will ask you to call you a good nephew. ?”

"The adults love you, but the students are ashamed to accept it..."

The old man said displeasedly: "Do you think that I deliberately made things difficult for you just now?"

Jia Qing said in her heart: "What do you mean by thinking? It's basically good!"

But he didn't show it on the face, bowed and said: "Students don't dare... this junior has met adults."

The old man smiled and nodded, as if he had accepted a good student, he stretched out his hand to support Jia Qing, and said to Sun Wu who was beside him with an ugly face as if he had eaten shit: "Xiao Wu, come and see you brother Jia Shi."

Seeing the old man's face as if nothing happened, Jia Qing knew that this was the reason why the old man was so close.

Sun Wu is lucky to have an elder who thinks so much about himself.

But Sun Wu didn't understand, he said dissatisfied: "Teacher, you?"

He was very wronged and felt that he was an abandoned child...

Sun Wu didn't act, and the old man didn't urge him, he smiled and said to Jia Qing: "Your grandson has no father or mother since he was a child, and he grew up beside this old man. The old man is busy with official duties, so it is inevitable that he is neglected, which makes him withdrawn and eccentric. If there is anything that offends my nephew, please forgive me."

What he said made Sun Wu's face turn black and red, almost doubting his own ears.

Jia Qing was also very surprised, and hurriedly said: "What does your lord say, there is no gap between me and brother Sun, if we do more, it's just a matter of temper, that's all, what your lord said, the juniors are terrified!"

Seeing that Jia Qing was not arrogant because of his "weakness", the old man secretly praised him, saying:

"The old man's surname is Zhao, and he is currently the Secretary of the Southern Supervisor. You can call me Uncle Zhao."

"My lord, do you know Mr. Qian from Beijian?"

Jia Qing vaguely remembered that Qian Jingrun's mentor was working as a secretary in Nanjian.

"That's another disciple of the old man."

"It turned out to be Mr. Qian's teacher, but it was the junior Meng Lang before."