The villain king really doesn't want to rebel

As the initiator of the poetry club, Shizi didn't show up immediately, but asked someone to build a gazebo on a high place, occupying a seat and introducing those young talents to Wen Yan enthusiastically.

"How long has it been since you came out? Now the famous and talented people in the capital are all here, you don't know any of them. Don't stay in your mansion every day and don't go out." Wen Yongning sat down happily Wen Yan was chattering around him, like a tireless perpetual motion machine that never stopped.

Wen Yan kept one ear to listen to Wen Yongning's chatter, and while eating a grape calmly, his brain was working fast, coping with Wen Yongning's words at will.

The system secretly admired Wen Yan's extraordinary endurance.After just a few contacts, it didn't expect Wen Yongning to be a chatterbox. Wen Yongning's pile of trash talk, if it wasn't for the status of the prince, it would have been annoyed to death if it was left outside.

Wen Yan naturally knows that those who can participate in the poetry meeting in the capital must have some knowledge, and the lowest in the field are those who have participated in the rural examination.

The imperial examination system in the Liang Dynasty was divided into four levels: court examination, township examination, general examination, and palace examination.The township examination is an examination held in the provincial capitals of each province every three years. Because it is held in autumn and August, it is also called Qiuwei.Only by passing the township examination can one be qualified to serve as an official in the court.

However, many scholars are extremely poor and the highest in their life is only stopped at the provincial examination. Being a child-born scholar is enough to retire and return to their hometown, and they will be respected by ordinary people when they return to their hometown.

After all, studying is a hard job. At the time when You Wenxuan was 15 years old, there were countless people in their 15s, [-]s, and even old men with fluttering white beards. However, You Wenxuan passed the exam at the age of [-], and his talent is evident. , There are always people who complain sadly about God's injustice.

In addition, it is a huge expense for ordinary people to afford families who study.Those who are more able to study are the children of officials or local gentry, who have enough money to cover the expenses of studying and the troubles along the way to the exam.

But if there is an opportunity to study, no one would like to study.

What's more, scholars also know more or less the current situation of the imperial court, which is the time when talents are needed.The people who came to the Poetry Association naturally knew this. Although studying is hard, if you are lucky enough to be picked up as an aide by a nobleman, it will be a step up to the sky. Why bother to study hard.

Looking at those faces, Wen Yan gradually matched up with the faces recorded in the data in his brain.

"Well, who are you looking at?" Wen Yongning followed Wen Yan's gaze, thinking that Wen Yan's landing point was on the modest gentleman surrounded by the crowd, "Isn't that You Wenxuan? He is indeed talented, but, I'm so scared of this guy."

Wen Yan raised his eyebrows: "What? Our dignified princes also have people who are afraid."

Wen Yongning's handsome face collapsed, and he looked up at the sky, pretending to be recalling some unbearable past events, but if you want to hear Ah Yan, then I can reluctantly tell you the gesture.

Wen Yan clapped his hands as if applauding.

Wen Yongning's desire to express was satisfied all of a sudden, and he pretended to say deeply, "My father used to force me to read sage books every day for a while. Let me take this good brother as an example. He said that he can make amazing speeches at the age of ten. It’s a beautiful poem, and what am I doing, saying that I can only jump up and down with a gun..."

Wen Yongning's voice stopped suddenly, and he almost fell silent when he spoke the last few words.

Wen Yan was looking at Mr. Qianqian, who was admired by all the stars, and didn't notice Wen Yongning's strangeness. When the man downstairs raised his head slightly, he looked back, "Ding Yuanhou's words are indeed reasonable, and you should accept you too." Don’t just fiddle with your weapons all day long.”

"What do you mean by fiddling?" Hearing this, Wen Yongning's pigtails suddenly turned up, and a few strands of his soft hair exploded, "My name is Wenwushuangquan. If you go out to inquire, who doesn't know the name of my grandson?" Good name."

Wen Yongning's boy, Su Bu, was sweating coldly behind him. He really wanted to step forward and cover his elder son's mouth. Didn't you see Wang An's sneer? An Wangkeng is gone.Obviously in front of outsiders, he has the demeanor of a prince, but why is he so childish in front of this person.

What Wen Yan didn't see was that Wen Yongning, who was accusing with teeth and claws just now, let out a sigh of relief in a corner where she couldn't see

Upstairs is "a piece of peace", and You Wenxuan downstairs seems to feel it. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the high pavilion, his eyes looked inwardly, but it was carefully covered by a layer of twilight veil, and he couldn't see anything from the outside. can not see.

Probably because he stared at it for too long, the man beside him asked with concern, "What's the matter? Mr. You."

You Wenxuan's slender eyelids drooped slightly, and his mouth was full of gentle dignity.

"It's nothing, maybe I've misunderstood." He took the initiative to continue the conversation just now.

Every year at the poetry meeting, men will gather together, sometimes simply to discuss their talents and learning, but more people will show off in front of beauties and ladies, just like a male peacock will specially show off when courting a mate. Spread out their beautiful feathers to get the gaze of the opposite sex, but they are not fools, they will look boring if they deliberately show themselves for too long, and occasionally chat about trivial matters and gossip to liven up the atmosphere.

At this time, someone talked about the difference of this poetry meeting.

One person said, "Do you know? This year's poetry meeting was initiated by the prince. If you are lucky enough to be appreciated by the prince, then you will really rise to the top."

Another person echoed, "Yes, but in terms of being outstanding in front of the prince, it must be Brother You. Who can be more talented than Brother You?" A wave of compliments.

Someone also mentioned in a slightly sour tone, "Isn't that right? Brother You is the great contemporary Confucian Yue Ran, a disciple of Master Yue. If I can get one or two pointers from the master, I think it will be more than enough for the next provincial examination."

You Wenxuan didn't say a word in the face of the praise, envy or jealousy of the people around him, with a gentle smile on his face, he didn't respond or react from the beginning to the end, he just stood there without arrogance or impetuosity, watching from a distance, I thought it was a statue of a saint carved from white jade.

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At this moment, the Luo family's carriage arrived at the gate of Nanyuan.

"Drip --" the alarm sounded in Wen Yan's head.

The system panicked, "She's coming! Host, it's within range, and my siren has been triggered."

Wen Yan spoke in his mind, with a flat tone, "Soldiers come to block, water comes to cover, not to mention that this is not a natural disaster, it's just a mortal child, now I'm afraid how you will complete the task after this happens."

Hearing this, the system suddenly felt a little ashamed, and it remembered the time when it swore to senior that it would be fine.But now it just met a traverser, but it was first appeased by its own host.

Obviously it should guide the host...

Bai Pang Duanzi came back to draw circles in the corner a little sluggishly.

For a while, Wen Yan didn't receive a response from the system, but there was no more unstable beeping, the system should be adjusting itself.

Wen Yan put his eyes on the crowd and began to scan carefully.

The opportunity of the poetry meeting is the best opportunity for those who like to show off, and basically all the scholars in the capital will not miss the poetry meeting. Wen Yan knows the character of that witch, even if she is here to find a man, she will not miss it.

What's more, Wen Yan glanced lightly at the man in white in the center of the crowd.

But with regard to the incident just now, even though she only believed in the system to a certain extent before, now Wen Yan's evaluation of the system's functions has improved a little bit.

Still useful.

The cruel His Royal Highness An Wang silently raised the system's rating.

At this moment, Shi Zi got up from the side.

"It's almost time, we should go down too, the poetry meeting is about to start."

Wen Yan then got up and withdrew her eyes and stopped exploring. She was never in a hurry for short-term success or failure.

Because, the identity of the demon girl will be known soon.

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Luo Yunjiao was helped out of the carriage by Xia He, looking at the entrance of Nanyuan, suddenly, a dense stabbing pain came from her mind.

Seeing his young lady's pale face suddenly dripping with cold sweat, Xia He hurriedly said, "Miss, are you still recovering from your injury, why don't we go back home to see the doctor first."

Luo Yunjiao didn't know why a tingling pain suddenly crossed her mind, but it was only a moment.

But she would never just go home like this today.

A few more steps away is the entrance of the Poetry Club. In the dream, this was her first battle. Many young talents were impressed by her talent because of her sudden appearance today, especially You Wenxuan, so Luo It is absolutely impossible for Yunjiao to miss this opportunity. If she does not show up at the poetry meeting, how will the subsequent plans be carried out.

This modern soul looked at Xia He contemptuously, and she thought that women in the feudal era were just stupid and didn't know the importance at all.

But on the surface, Luo Yunjiao still kindly comforted the maid who was loyal to "herself", but in her heart she used poisonous words to insult Xia He for being ignorant and blind.

Luo Yunjiao pretended to say softly, "I'm fine, but I'm going to enter the poetry meeting soon, so I'm inevitably a little nervous."

Xia He nodded and stopped dissuading her.

Following the young lady, the maid looked at Luo Yunjiao's pale side face in a complex manner. She thought that her young lady had been different recently. She took care of the young lady since she was a child, and was very sensitive to the slight changes in the young lady.Although she didn't like to talk in the past, but after surviving this catastrophe, Xia He always felt that she couldn't see through Miss, as if... as if the person in front of her was no longer her kind lady.

After all, it's an illusion, the person in front of me is indeed Miss.Xia He silently comforted herself, after all, she never left the lady who took care of her every step of the way for a month, so it was impossible for her to be taken over by the monster just like the script.

Xia He secretly warned herself not to think too much, but whenever she was distracted, the miserable state of the servant lying on the ground before going out would always occupy her thoughts every now and then, bloody running water, limbs being severely discounted .

She was standing behind Luo Yunjiao at that time, and what Xia He couldn't forget was actually...

Luo Yunjiao didn't know what was going on in her maid's mind, she walked all the way through Nanyuan, looking at the familiar scenery along the way, the moment she walked up the steps, she confidently raised the corners of her lips.

Luo Yunjiao has no doubts about her brilliant performance in the meeting.

Because everything was preordained long ago.

You Wenxuan, she is bound to win.