poor family prodigal

When the two of them went up to Dinglong Terrace, they saw a large octagonal pavilion in the center, with a bronze tripod in the center engraved with the great achievements of our ancestors.

There are three wide steps below the bronze tripod.

The upper tea set, coffee table and futon are bright yellow and are exclusive to the royal family.

The middle-level utensils are similar in style but slightly inferior in texture, and are used for poetry judging!

The lower tea set is plain white and is exclusive to Jinshi.

As for lifting people, there is only one futon!

This is the feudal hierarchy, which extends to every gap in life!

Wang Yuan found his seat at a glance. Although it was in the second row, it was in the corner.

There was no one on the stage, so Wang Yuan entered the stage in no hurry and took Hu Meng to lean on the railing and look into the distance!

Others were interested in poetry, but he really had no interest in it, and he didn't know how to write poetry.

This trip is just to get the ducks and ducks on the shelves!

"That's Wang Yuan, the new judge this time, I heard he's still a child!"

"How virtuous and capable a child is, that he can be the judge of our people!"

"This is Mr. Haitian's decision!"

"With Mr. Haitian's character, since it was determined by him, he must be outstanding!"

"Of course, he was in the Wang Mansion a few days ago to complete the outline of the philosophy of mind for Mr. Haitian, and he also wrote the quatrains 'Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, carry on the unique knowledge for the saints, and create peace for all generations'!" "

"Great talent!"

"Haha, great talent, I'm afraid you don't know how tricky this is!"

"Why?"

"I have investigated this Wang Yuan. He is from Fu County. He has never even been to the county town, let alone visited a famous teacher. His previous studies were mediocre, he failed to pass the exam for scholar, and he has no poetic talent. How can he write such quatrains and propose a school of knowledge? Do you believe the program?"

"...unreasonable!"

"I guess Mr. Haitian wants to make him famous!"

"Why?"

"This involves the dispute over the salt industry in Daojiushan County. The Wang family wanted to seize the Yang family's salt industry, so they chose him to make a knife!"

"No wonder yesterday, the city was filled with notices, all of which were attacks on the Yang family!"

"Shut up, if Mr. Haitian is a greedy person, he is already a cabinet boss. He took over the Jiushan County Salt Industry twenty years ago. How could he wait until now?"

"At this time and at that time, the Wang family is now at a disadvantage. This time is different from the past. Although Mr. Haitian is noble, he still has to think about his children and grandchildren."

"Shut up and don't slander Mr. Haitian!"

"Don't talk about sir, let's talk about Wang Yuan. We will know soon if he has it or not!"

Many people are arguing about it!

Many people looked at Wang Yuan, initially surprised, then suspicious, and then contemptuous.

In a corner, Yang Wanli sneered.

Among these actions, many of those who fanned the flames were arranged by him!

First, create public opinion. Problems will arise at the poetry meeting, which will ruin the reputation of this mud-legged person.

Then pull Wang Haitian into the water, make him infamous, and see how he can seize the Yang family's foundation.

Bai Feifei waved her folding fan and walked through the crowd with a smile, as if she was traveling through mountains and rivers.

Wang Yuan looked at the river in the distance, feeling relaxed and happy and exhausted.

Hu Mengying is at ease, listening to the discussions and capturing useful information!

Dahu carried three cloth-wrapped Tang knives on his back, standing behind the two of them like mountains.

Regarding the discussion behind the scenes, the three of them seemed to have heard nothing!

Not long after, someone shouted: "Master Tongzhi is here!"

Knowing the master-disciple relationship between the two, many people kept their mouths shut!

Someone stepped forward to salute, Yan Xiuxiu smiled and nodded, and walked towards Wang Yuan to salute as a junior.

Wang Yuan waved his hand, and Yan Fuzhu turned around and returned to his seat.

Many people who saw this scene made quite a stir in their hearts!

Yang Wanli frowned and squinted his eyes. He really didn't expect Yan Xiuxiu to be so embarrassed.

Not long after, a louder voice sounded: "The prefect is here!"

A fat old man wearing a long gown came on stage, with a kind face, but occasionally he squinted his eyes with sharp eyes, as if he could see through people's hearts!

This is really the seal of the magistrate of Jiushan County, a fourth-grade civil official.

Many people came forward to salute, Zhang Han smiled and nodded, looking like he had no airs.

Yang Wanli frowned, Zhang Han received five thousand taels of silver, and the Poetry Club would help him.

Da da da……

Suddenly, the rapid sound of horse hooves was heard, and a group of cavalry came galloping!

At the front of the team, there is a young man in rich clothes, and behind them are all armored cavalry!

"Commander Xue is here!"

Before the cavalry could come forward, the announcer raised his voice and shouted to everyone in the audience.

The next moment, Zhang Han and Yan Fuzhu stood up quickly, and they came off the stage to greet him!

Many moves followed!

Even Yang Wanli, who was arrogant just now, came downstairs with a look of fear on his face!

On the entire high platform, apart from the soldiers standing guard, only Bai Feifei and Wang Yuan were left!

At this moment, the five of them looked at each other, and they were all surprised why the other party didn't go.

Bai Feifei walked over, waving her folding fan, and blinked her eyes: "You are also a scholar, you should know how big the commander is, why don't you go and greet him!"

The commander is a fourth-grade military officer, commanding the army at the border, which can be said to have overwhelming authority.

The magistrate of Jiushan County is in the fourth rank, which is one rank lower than the commander!

Even if the great cause emphasizes civility over military affairs, the fourth-level military position has real power, but it is still a person that the county looks up to.

And Commander Xue, commanding an army of [-], was a big shot guarding Longtouguan.

Wang Yuan raised his eyebrows: "Does being older have anything to do with me?"

"Of course it does!"

Bai Feifei smiled and said: "Xue Pan is a distinguished noble, arrogant and petty-minded. If anyone doesn't give him face, he will make trouble for anyone! I don't give him face because he doesn't dare to make trouble for me. You don't give it Why does he have face? He is a dandy who commands an army of [-] people. Killing someone is like killing a chicken."

Swish!

Dahu and Hu Mengying's expressions changed instantly!

"Oh!"

Wang Yuan raised his eyebrows: "When Commander Xue comes, I will repeat your words to him and ask him if he is that kind of playboy."

The great cause emphasizes literature over military affairs. For many years, military officials have used culture to control military affairs. Military attachés have their tail between their legs.

Even with the frequent wars in recent decades, military attachés are still inferior to civilian officials, and promotion is in the hands of civilian officials.

At the Dinglongtai Poetry Club, any military officer who dared to make trouble would be killed by the civil servants even if he was a hereditary noble.

"...I'm just telling you a joke to test how brave you are, and you still take it seriously! Oh, it's boring!"

After taking a serious look at Wang Yuan, Bai Feifei raised his eyebrows and sighed, then turned and returned to his seat.

I don’t believe it when others say this, but this person hasn’t figured it out yet, and I’m really afraid that he can do it!

People who put up big notices all over the city can't get anything done!

"Go, let's go too!"

In order to avoid being too conspicuous, Wang Yuan turned around the octagonal building and happened to be next to Bai Feifei.

But when the two sides got up and down, one was the judges' seat and the other was the Jinshi's seat!

No one spoke to me again!

In a moment, Zhang Han, Yan Xiuxi, and a group of senior officials surrounded Xue Pan and entered the Octagon.

When they saw the five people, everyone was stunned. No one thought that there was still someone who didn't go down to greet them.

Xue Pan narrowed his eyes, first glanced at Bai Feifei and the woman in purple, a flash of greed and fear flashed in his eyes, and quickly looked at Wang Yuan with a frown, but when he saw Hu Mengying lowering his head behind him, his eyes lit up.

Zhang Han and Yan Xiuxiu looked at each other, but neither one said anything!

However, in the crowd, Yang Wanli turned his eyes and said with a gun and a stick: "Wang Yuan, the magistrate and Tongzhi are all going to greet Commander Xue. How dare you, a child, sit here and wait, you are so brave!"

After saying this, Xue Pan withdrew his greedy gaze and his face became gloomy.

Yan Fuzhu glared at Yang Wanli fiercely and racked his brains to think of how to resolve it.

Although the military attachés were controlled by civilian officials, Xue Pan still had nobility and an extraordinary family background.

He is also narrow-minded, which really makes him hate Mr. Shang. Who knows what will happen!

But how can I explain this scene properly to appease this arrogant noble man!

Bai Feifei smiled as if he were watching a play, and many of his disciples also looked at Wang Yuan with sneers.

Wang Yuan narrowed his eyes: "Yang Wanli, Dinglongtai Poetry Society, it's not your turn to stir up trouble. When fellow magistrates and magistrates welcome the commander, that's showing their friendship as colleagues. When the nobles greet each other, that's showing respect for the commander. Xu Bian's merits. The Dinglongtai Poetry Club is about learning and literary talent, not status! You ask me like this, where are your disciples, fellow magistrates, magistrates, commanders, and Dinglongtai Poetry Club? ?”

Swish!

Many people were shocked: This guy has such a powerful mouth!

Yan Xiuxi, Bai Feifei, and the woman in purple’s eyes lit up!

The prefect and commander Xue Pan frowned at the same time, glancing behind him with a cold light from the corners of their eyes!

Swish!

Yang Wanli, who was behind him, turned pale and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

In the poetry meeting, whoever can dominate the audience with his writing is the greatest!

Anyone who dares to talk about status and status will be scolded to death by scholars all over the world if word spreads about it.

What he said just now was too hasty, involving the identities of Xue Pan, Zhang Han, and Yan Xiuxi, and he also wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone, which was a taboo in the Poetry Society!

The atmosphere was in a stalemate, and suddenly loud shouts rang out.

"Mr. Haitian is here!"

"Mr. Kubei is here!"

"Mr. Luan Qing is here!"

"Mr. Tong Gu is here!"

Three old men with white beards and hair, wearing ancient clothes and long sleeves, and Wang Haitian with slightly white temples arrived at the Dinglong Terrace.

"There's no need to come down to pick us up. Our old guys' hands and feet are still fine!"

Wang Haitian laughed and scolded, and together with the three old men, they stepped onto the high platform!

The commander, magistrate, fellow magistrates, and officials turned around quickly, and even Wang Yuan and Bai Feifei stood up.

Great cause is a world for scholars!

Those who can be called sir in the Dinglong Poetry Society are all great Confucians who are famous all over the world.

Each of these great Confucian scholars was famous all over the world, and they had disciples who were serving as officials at court or abroad.

Who doesn't respect these old gentlemen? Don't look at them as ignorant and ignorant. Someone will do it for them.

The honorable Xue Pan is at the front, the prefect and tongzhi are behind, Yang Wanli and the others are in the middle, and Wang Yuan and Bai Feifei are hanging at the end!

"I've seen Mr. Haitian, Mr. Jiubian, Mr. Luan Qing, and Mr. Tong Gu!"

"I've seen Mr.!"

"I've met Master!"

Xue Pan and Zhang Han clasped their fists in salute, and many others also clasped their fists in salute!

And as Yan Fushi knelt down, most of the disciples also knelt down together!

Wang Yuan, who only held his fists, was stunned: What is going on?

"You don't understand!"

Bai Feifei covered her small mouth with one hand and whispered: "In recent years, wars have occurred frequently in Chengzhou, and bandits have been infested along the way. There are fewer and fewer candidates to come to the Dinglongtai Poetry Festival.

Seeing that it could no longer be done, the officials invited influential scholars to take charge of the matter.

No, it's Mr. Haitian's turn.

When these great scholars come, how can their disciples and grandchildren not come to support them?

Those who knelt down to salute are their descendants! "

"Today's poetry meeting will focus on your literary talents regardless of the teacher-student relationship."

Wang Haitian waved his hand: "Go on stage, drink, and compose poetry!"

The three old gentlemen joked: "Hey, Xiao Wang, I agreed to be the host of this poetry club because of my feelings, not to select talents, but to drink wine in the name of composing poetry!"

"Hahaha!"

The audience burst into laughter!

Everyone went up to the high platform one after another and took their seats!

The Dinglongtai Poetry Festival, which has lasted for more than two hundred years, has officially begun again!

Everyone's spirits are lifted!

This poetry session!

Who can dominate the audience?

Who can become famous all over the world?

Who can write down the history?