Feudal scholar-bureaucrats reborn: marrying a husband and marrying a virtuous

When Dong Kun and the others marveled at Lin Fangxu's extraordinary background, all the members of the Zhejiang Guild Hall had already discussed it. In the end, they were not afraid. As for why they were so confident?

Others see that Xie Yuanlang is full of confidence, and his heart is stable. Xie Yuanlang is open, so he is confident. In his 30s, Juzi from Jiangxi, Tan Hua is Kong Zhao, the grandson of Kong Ge.

It can be seen from this that Dong Kun's reputation as the number one talented person in the capital is false. Speaking of which, Lin Fangxu was barely considered a Dong faction cronies in his previous life.

When Lin Fangxu was a Jinshi in his previous life, the two factions of Kong and Dong were fighting fiercely. Various cliques were formed, and many new Jinshi with no background were inevitably involved. Lin Fangxu was ranked sixth in the second class in his previous life. Not outstanding, but still excellent, Dong Pai tried to win him over, but was rejected by him in various ways.

It may be because of the great reputation of the ancestors, Dong Pai has always been smooth in dealing with things, and he probably doesn't want a person who is always beating the drums. In the end, let it go, Lin Fangxu was able to stay in the Imperial Academy for two years safely.

As a result, in the third year, Liu Mingzhu's brother was inexplicably favored by the Dong family, and married his concubine daughter to him, and he was inexplicably labeled as a Dong faction in the eyes of others, so that he had to stay away from Yunnan. .

Later, he was transferred to Suzhou, and inevitably worked under Dong Kun, advising the heirs of the Dong family's political achievements.

The three of Lin Fangxu returned to the Marquis of Wu'an's Mansion, and after they agreed to set off together tomorrow, they were busy with their own business. Lin Fangxu was thinking about his previous life experience, wandering in the front yard of Marquis of Wu'an's Mansion, and when he turned around the rockery, he met Jiang Shiyun who was carrying a red-tasseled gun.

The little brother probably just came back from the martial arts arena. He was wearing a bright red training suit. There were still fine beads of sweat on his forehead and cheeks, and his face was even more crimson and delicate. When he saw Lin Fangxu, he was stunned for a moment, turned around and wanted to hide, and then remembered that this was Marquis Wu'an Mansion, as a host, you can't be so impolite.

Lin Fangxu laughed and said: "I'm a scourge and beast, let Shaolang hide when he sees it."

Jiang Shiyun secretly scolded himself 'no prospect', and said embarrassedly: "There is no hiding... I just suddenly remembered that something fell on the martial arts field."

Lin Fangxu managed to catch the opportunity. When he saw him, how could he let it go easily? He pretended to be curious and said, "Your Majesty has stayed in the Hou's Mansion for a few days. I haven't been lucky enough to see the Martial Arts Field in the Hou's Mansion. I wonder if we can go together?"

Jiang Shiyun instinctively wanted to refuse, but he saw Lin Fangxu looking at him with a smile, his eyes were full of jokes, he was blocked in his heart, and said angrily: "You are a scholar, what are you doing in the martial arts arena!"

Lin Fangxu raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Although I am not a class [-] martial arts plenary session, I still know one thing or two."

Jiang Shiyun asked curiously, "Apart from your grandfather's sword skills, what else do you know?"

Lin Fangxu looked deeply and said: "No matter what I do, if I win Shaolang, whether Shaolang can answer the next question."

Seeing that he suddenly became serious, Jiang Shiyun took a deep breath and said, "Is there anything wrong with it, hmph... I can use everything except spears, swords and longbows. Let's see what you can do to beat me."

Lin Fangxu followed him to the martial arts arena irrefutably, went straight to the weapon rack to get a pair of bows and arrows, and held them in his hands to observe and gesture.

Of course Lin Fangxu came prepared, the six arts of a gentleman, he learned archery when he was in government school. When he was working in Yunnan in his previous life, he met a local hunter who was very good at bow and arrow. After studying with him for a while, he thought he was still If you can win, it's best to win. If you can't win, at least stay a little longer and say a few more words.

Lin Fangxu chose a suitable longbow, stringed the feathered arrows, drew the bow fully, and shot it at a standing target 70 meters away.

Jiang Shiyun only heard a whoosh, and the feathered arrow was firmly nailed to the red target. He was greatly surprised, so he took out a pair of longbows at random, and aimed at the same target, but also hit the red heart with one arrow. next to each other.

Jiang Shiyun raised his eyebrows at Lin Fangxu and said, "With this little skill, you can't beat me."

Lin Fangxu saw his confident appearance, smiled slightly, his eyes were full of tenderness and tolerance, pointed to a tall red plum tree beside the martial arts field, and said: "We will compete next time, who will win the blooming red plum tree?" Shoot it down."

There are no tall trees around the wide martial arts arena, and the red plum trees that are nearly two tall are particularly eye-catching. The plum blossoms in Beiping bloom late, and against the background of the trees full of flowers, the touch of red at the top of the branches is particularly eye-catching. Beautiful and charming.

Jiang Shiyun didn't want Lin Fangxu to get ahead of him, he strung the bow and arrow, raised his hand and shot, when the arrow left the bow, a gust of north wind suddenly blew up, bending the branch of the plum blossom, and the little red jumped left and right on the branch, as if it wanted to ride the wind away .

After the wind stopped, Yujian lay alone in the corner of the wall, and the red plums were still standing on the branches. Only the little brother in red was left, staring slightly in surprise. After recovering, he stomped his feet in frustration and pouted in frustration. :"It's your turn……"

Lin Fangxu suppressed a smile, pulled the bowstring, took a look for a while, and then let go after confirming that it was correct. Fortunately, there was no wind or snow, and the feathered arrow whizzed away. Finally, with a little red on the arrow, it fell on the white snow middle.

Jiang Shiyun saw Lin Fangxu walking over, picked up the red plums in the snow, and walked towards him. The first time we met was at the Hairpin Banquet in Hangzhou, a young man who was not yet the age of dancing elephants, standing in front of a group of bearded young talents, It looks very short, like a little kid.

Now, the little kid from back then seems to be taller than himself, with no childishness on his face, handsome and plump, with a graceful appearance.

During the debate in Hangzhou, I only thought that his literary talent was outstanding, beyond the reach of ordinary people, but now looking at the little red on his fingertips, I realized that Xie Yuanlang's martial arts seemed to be extraordinary.

Holding plum blossoms, Lin Fangxu walked up to Jiang Shiyun, lowered his head slightly, met those bright eyes like water, and said slowly in a low voice: "I saw a red flower by the West Lake the year before last. It was very beautiful. I was very happy. Thinking about it over and over again. But the flowers grow on high branches, you can’t touch them, and you can only stand under the tree and admire them.”

Lin Fangxu put the red plum in Jiang Shiyun's hands, and then said: "We made a bet before, if Shaolang loses, he has to answer the next question. Shaolang thinks that the flowers on the branches are happy for those who admire him under the tree? "

Jiang Shiyun's cheeks were flushed, his eyes wandered, the air around him seemed to become thick, and the boundless suffocation made him want to run away, and he did, but Lin Fangxu grabbed his left hand and pulled him back suddenly.

Lin Fangxu hugged his shoulders tightly, and leaned close to his face, almost nose-to-nose, staring at him with dark eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Young man..., is there any?"

Jiang Shiyun was frightened at this time, and completely forgot that he could easily put him down. Seeing Lin Fangxu changing from a modest gentleman to being so aggressive, he suddenly felt extremely wronged, and said with red eyes: "Why...? If not, You are about to leave, do you want to look up to a red flower?"

When Lin Fangxu saw the beautiful and flamboyant person in the past, his face was sad now, and his heart ached for a moment. He stretched out his hand to brush away those teary eyes, but he didn't dare, so he could only express his heart and said: "How could... Among them, I adore that one, I am afraid that I will not change my mind in this life, I just hope that that delicate flower can bow my head and look down on me next time."

Only then did Jiang Shiyun smile, backed away a little, raised his chin, and said arrogantly: "Since it doesn't change, then you just guard it well and wait...when the north wind doesn't blow, you will naturally be able to shoot .”

After Jiang Shiyun finished speaking, his face blushed, he didn't dare to look at Lin Fangxu, turned around and ran away.

Lin Fangxu didn't try to persuade him to stay, he couldn't react right now, did he like himself too?It's just that the timing is not enough, yes..., it must be!Otherwise, it was bold and straightforward to say that he could shoot, so Lin Fangyuan and Lin Chong saw Xie Yuanlang who had been giggling all night.

At this time, Zhu Xuan, the elder brother of the great emperor in the palace, was drinking tea and chatting with Emperor Jianwen, and the crown prince Zhu Xianzong was sitting next to him.

You are the king of a country and sometimes you are bored. As a son, he naturally wants to gossip for his father. Zhu Xianzong said unintentionally: "My son heard that the son of the Jingshi Guild Hall will meet the son of the Zhejiang Guild Hall tomorrow.

When it comes to fighting in the arena, it is said that Beiping has produced a large number of talented people in the imperial examinations in the past few years. I don't know who will be better than Zhejiang at that time. "

Emperor Jianwen smiled lightly and said, "Hmph... Beiping has only gotten better in the past few years. How can it compare to Zhejiang? After all, it is the accumulation of several dynasties."

Zhu Xuan also agreed very much, and didn't care about the outcome of this match. He just said: "Speaking of which, I have always admired my father. At the beginning, I just agreed that Taixue students don't have to go back to their ancestral home for the imperial examination, but they were born in the middle of Jiangnan family. Buried in an abyss."

Emperor Jianwen also had a nostalgic look on his face, and sighed: "Father is a great talent, you and I are not as good. Jiangnan is now full of Shen Ke. I originally wanted the two factions of Kong and Dong to cut each other's cancer, but it is a pity that the two They are all old, treacherous and cunning, and they are unwilling to use real swords and guns, and they will act together for me to see."

Zhu Xuan thought that the two factions have been fighting each other. Today you push me, and tomorrow I will pull you. There is a tacit understanding. After turning his thoughts, he said: "It is said that there are people who will participate in the test this time, Lin Yushi's The descendants and the grandson of Taifu Shang may be able to break the current deadlock."

After Emperor Jianwen heard it, he became interested and asked: "Oh..., and this matter, when Taifu Shang resigned, his father regretted it for a long time, and Lin Yushi also praised him many times. I don't know if they Only the ability of future generations can learn how."

Zhu Xuan said with a smile: "It seems that the Hanlin will set the question for their essay meeting. If the emperor is interested, it is better to give the question in person, and see how Lin Yushi's descendants and Shang Taifu's grandson answer, and naturally they will know whether there is any ancestor. In style."

At this time, Zhu Xianwen took the initiative to stand up and relieve his father's worries: "It's better for my son to go to the Zhejiang Cultural Association tomorrow, and then tell the father what he heard and saw when he came back."

Just like that, when Lin Fangxu and the others didn't know about it, their literary meeting tomorrow turned into a mock palace exam.