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He Lin suddenly received a compliment from a handsome and handsome boy, a blush could not help but appear on his originally calm face.Yongxuan looked at Yongzhang with a smile: "Brother, finally there is someone whose handwriting can match yours. It's really rare."

Yongzhang stroked his head casually, Yongxuan's expression froze, she turned her head to avoid his hand, and began to drink tea with her head bowed.

Yongzhang laughed lightly, Xiao Si'er has always liked to pretend to be an adult since he was a child, and always spoke in a serious manner, but he didn't know how cute his expression was.There are so many empresses and maids in the palace, which one is not overflowing with maternal instinct when seeing Si'er when she was a child?They all wanted to touch and hug her, but the empress dowager, the emperor and concubines looked at her so strictly that ordinary people really didn't dare to do it under pressure.Yongzhang is one of the exceptions. Seeing the little children grow up, if they don't tease them a few times, this kind of welfare will disappear in the future.

Yong Xun turned his head angrily, the only thing he hates in his life is having to grow up again from a child.But the people around him love to tease him a few times from time to time, and given his status and seniority, he can't resist. He has obviously successfully gotten rid of the bun face, so why does Yongzhang still pinch him!

Zhou Rong saw that the two brothers who were sitting upright finally spoke to them, although it was because of He Lin, who had never caught a cold, it was a chance.What he is good at is to seize the opportunity, take a step forward, and close the jade bone fan in his hand.He was about to strike up a conversation, but he felt awkward for a moment when he was ignored by the two brothers.

But it was only for a moment, he said with a smile: "In Zhou Rong next time, I don't know what to call you two? Seeing that the two brothers have researched poetry, why don't you comment on it for us?" He can use others without changing his face. Others were the ones who were dominated and excluded by him not long ago. This Zhou Rong is really talented, and the two elder brothers couldn't help but look at him with admiration.

Ever since they could walk in the palace, Yongzhang and the others started etiquette education, and they must have a royal demeanor when walking, lying and speaking.Even the gestures made inadvertently reveal a magnanimity that ordinary people can't learn.When he is away from home, he can't show Elder Brother's profile, but his mannerisms are enough to see.Yongzhang is very good at dealing with people. As Zeng grows older, his affinity does not decrease but instead increases.He showed a smile of no more and no less and chatted with Zhou Rong.

Yongxuan continued to sit and drink tea, Hangzhou Shifeng Longjing is fragrant and mellow, with endless aftertaste, just for this tea, this experience was not in vain.He is not interested in this kind of obvious and intentional friendship, and Yongzhang naturally indulges him, so sometimes it is good to be a child.

Yong Xun cast his eyes on He Lin and found that He Lin was also looking at him. Yong Xun had a good impression of him and smiled. If he had to choose, he would rather choose this dull scholar.At least he is just a scholar now, without the accidental smell of Zhou Rong.He beckoned him to come over.

He Lin was bewitched by the young boy's smile like the dawn of the rain, and he walked over without receiving any control over his body. When he recovered, he had already come to the boy's roots.

Yong Xie couldn't help laughing at his dumbfounded appearance, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that such a dumb person could make such an article.Hearing his younger brother's laughter, Yongzhang stopped the probing conversation with Zhou Rong and looked over.

Zhou Rong was not only tactful, but also a little stingy. This young man looked at that idiot He Lin differently, which stimulated him more than ignoring him.Angry in his heart, he blurted out provocative words: "Young master seems to be very interested in composing poems, how about composing a poem on plums as the theme, and how about communicating with all the brothers sitting here?" During the conversation, he learned that the two had extraordinary backgrounds, but his heart and energy were all on Yongzhang, and he didn't have much scruples about Yongxuan as a child.

But he didn't know that such a sentence offended Yongxuan completely.Since Yongxuan entered the upper study, she has been able to satisfy the strict masters in all aspects.Only poetry is his weakness.Being gentle with the moon is not in line with his personality, and he also subconsciously resists learning it. Therefore, in the past few years, he has not made much progress in poetry, and he is still at the same level as children's poetry. Occasionally, a good sentence or two comes out. It can make the master very happy.

Qianlong has always been fond of poetry, and he once said with regret: "The fourth elder brother is smart and noble, with extraordinary bearing, but poetry still needs to be worked hard." Qianlong uttered such self-effacing words, the fourth elder brother's talent in poetry is probably too horrible to look at.

It just so happens that this Zhou Rong doesn't open any pots and lifts which pots.Yongzhang's face sank, and he was about to return Zhou Rong's proposal.But Yongxuan gave him a comforting look, the information revealed in that look, the elder brother can naturally understand, let him not mess with this matter, and Xiao Sier has to solve it by himself.

Yong Xie smiled faintly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "Then I'll be ugly."

He Lin was startled by Zhou Rong's gaffe since Zhou Rong opened his mouth. After clearing up the expression on his face, he also listened to what they were saying.He deeply felt that this young man was being made things difficult, and he had nothing to do with it, because from the very beginning, Zhou Rong was the only one who disliked him, and he felt a little guilty.

It is not unreasonable for him to think so.Even many people present thought the same as him.Because in the eyes of others, Yongxie is just a half-grown boy. Although he seems to have a good tutor, how can he be at the same level as the candidates who are about to take the Chunwei? Come here, Yongxie has only studied for a few years, how many allusions do he know?

In the end, Zhou Rong was afraid that Yongxuan's writing would not be written, so he would be ridiculed by Zhou Rong and others, and he, who had never taken the initiative to talk to others, couldn't help but said: "This young master is still young, brother Zhou has to limit his jokes. "

Zhou Rong didn't take it seriously, but turned to Yongxuan: "Little brother, is this the beginning?"

Yong Xun was a little surprised, he didn't expect this seemingly withdrawn person to speak for himself.Yong Xun's gaze swept across Zhou Rong's body lightly. The gaze was not sharp, but it made people feel cold for no reason. When Zhou Rong stood there stiffly and was about to break out in a cold sweat, Yong Xun asked lightly. He Lin, "I wonder if you would like to write the book for me?"

He Lin was startled, met his gaze, and said hesitantly, "Okay."

The candidates upstairs stopped talking loudly when Zhou Rong, the hidden leader, went over to strike up a conversation, and communicated carefully and followed the development here.Hearing that the delicate but not frail young man was going to make a poem, the people near the table got up and stepped aside so that they could get ink and lay paper.

Yong Xun nodded to the man, and the man smiled back.Secretly said: Which family's young master is this? It's just an ordinary look, but it makes people feel very comfortable and smart. What kind of family can raise such a person?

Yongxie slowly walked to the table, glanced at the works of the previous few people, as if seizing the time to think, he slowly read: "The wine is not opened yet, and the sentence is not yet cut. I went to Penglai to search for spring. No Begging for the dew in the vase of the great master, for the begging of Chang'e, the plum outside the threshold. After entering the world, the cold peach red snow is gone, and the dust is fragrant and the purple cloud comes. Who cares about poetry and shoulders are thin, and the clothes are still stained with the moss of the Buddhist temple."

Among these sitting candidates, there are not many who will enter the court in the future, and meeting each other is indispensable.If he didn't accept Zhou Rong's challenge today or would be baffled, what he would lose would not be his own face, but the Qing royal family's face.So I can only use Cao Gong's poems about plums in my memory.

This poem is fresh and has a beautiful artistic conception, which makes people who have read it fragrant.Coupled with He Lin's words, it effortlessly captivated everyone present.Many of these juren are people who have passed their forties. After decades of hard study, they feel that they can't keep up with a child in poetry and prose. Naturally, they are all ashamed.

Yongzhang was very surprised, he had been with Yongxuan all the time, so he knew better than others what level his younger brother was.Unexpectedly, if he does not sing, he will be a blockbuster.He said happily: "Little Si'er, it seems that you have really benefited."

Zhou Rong was also taken aback, he originally wanted to watch this young man make a fool of himself, but he didn't expect that he was really talented, so he couldn't help but look at him squarely.He Lin looked fascinated by the words he personally wrote, and then said with some embarrassment: "Young master, I have a merciless request."

The captain of the guard who had been standing behind Yongxie frowned when he heard this. It was almost time for the key to be released. If they couldn't go back on time, those who were rooted would have to go back and forth.These few scholars are not only wordy, but some people dare to speak provocatively, and this scholar knows that it is an unfeeling favor, but he still declares it out of his mouth, it is really annoying!

Yong Xie had a good impression of He Lin's type of person, and said softly: "If there is anything to say, there is no defense."

He Lin glanced at the paper on the table again, and said, "Young master, can you give this to me?"

Yong Xie nodded with a smile: "Naturally, I was the ghostwriter for you. Since you don't dislike clumsy writing, please do it." He Lin was very happy when he heard his reply. From a person's poems, he could see his personality. With a strong character, it is naturally a pleasure to get a gift of poems.

The expressions of the others were different, some were envious and some were disdainful, but no one dared to challenge He Lin again, the row of tall and mighty servants was no joke, and the masters of those servants, obviously Treat them differently.

At this moment, the sound of going upstairs came from the stairs, and the shopkeeper's respectful voice sounded, "My lords, please go upstairs."

All the eyes of Juzi were attracted again. After all, they were here, and they didn't want to drink, and this time they definitely didn't let him down. Zhang Ruocheng, the chief examiner, was a Jinshi in the tenth year of Qianlong. He was a cabinet bachelor and a minister of rites. He was good at ink landscapes and flowers, and he was a famous landscape master.The reason why he was not selected into the upper study room was not only because of the abundance of talents in Beijing, but also because his father was Zhang Tingyu, a cabinet scholar with power at the time.After Qianlong boarded the plane, he tried his best to weaken the power of powerful officials. How could he put his son next to his own son.

Zhang Ruocheng made an appointment with Mr. Zhao Fangzheng to discuss the details of the arrangement of the Chunwei examination room, and they met in Yueyi Building, because I heard that there are often candidates here. I want to see the talents, learning and character of this batch of Juren in advance.As soon as I entered the door, I was warmly greeted by the shopkeeper, who said that there happened to be a table on the third floor where people were composing poems.This is exactly in the hands of the two masters in Weifu.