Beginning to become the second ancestor

Chapter 254 252 Am I high-profile?

In Bailu Academy, the snow has been cleared almost, and it is piled up in every corner of the yard. At this time, there are a lot of people coming and going, all of them are scholars.

When Song Yuanxuan and Xie Liushui walked into it, they looked around for a few times, but they bumped into a few acquaintances.

The people who lost to him in the last bet were basically there. Dongmen stood in the crowd with a smile on his face, but Zhang Fan was not there. After all, after Zhang Shoudao was sent to Youzhou, the Zhang family was really in decline.

Nian Fengchi walked over from one side, bowed to Song Yuanxuan and said, "Brother Song is here! It's been a long time."

Song Yuanxuan returned a salute and said, "Brother Nian, are you here too?"

"Brother Lu is here too." Nian Fengchi smiled slightly, and pointed to one side.

Song Yuanxuan turned his head to look, only to find that Lu Qingchen was standing among the crowd, with a smile on his face, talking to someone there, and Zhang Qingning was standing beside him.

This time, she actually changed back into women's clothes, and she was quite beautiful.

Song Yuanxuan cupped his fists at Lu Qingchen, Lu Qingchen was overjoyed and returned a salute.

Nian Fengchi smiled slightly: "Brother Song, since you came here, the king of poetry this time must belong to you."

"Low-key." Song Yuanxuan said softly, but there was a bit of coquettishness on his face.

There was a burst of applause from one side: "This little poem about snow is really lofty. The name of Tengzhou talented scholar is indeed well-deserved. Brother Ling will definitely win the king of poetry this time."

"Brother Ling was the No. [-] champion in the previous session, and it may be said that he is the strongest champion ever!"

"And the most important point is that brother Ling is handsome and handsome. He is a rare and beautiful man in the world. Among the previous champions, there is no one more handsome than brother Ling."

"Brother Ling, you are now a fifth-rank doctor in the Ministry of Officials, and you are married to the daughter of Master Xue, the Minister of Dali Temple. Your future is limitless!"

Song Yuanxuan squinted his eyes, turned his head to look, and saw a crowd of people surrounding a man, praising him generously.

The man was in his 20s, dressed in white, with a slim figure, and looked quite handsome and very graceful.

Xie Liushui snorted at one side, and said in a low voice, "Compared to brother Xuan, he is far worse! Apart from other things, his appearance alone is much worse."

Song Yuanxuan shook his head and said, "We still have to keep a low profile."

Nian Fengchi on the side said seriously: "Ling Yunchang is indeed talented, but compared to Brother Song, that's still a bit worse. These people are just flattering, and Brother Song doesn't need to pay attention."

Song Yuanxuan smiled and said: "Sometimes you don't have to show too much limelight, you have to leave a way for others."

Nian Fengchi was startled, then raised his head and laughed, then he said softly: "Today's theme is about snow, the judge is the head of the court, and there are Ministers Su and Rites Sha."

Song Yuanxuan nodded. He just met Sha Wenyuan, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, and it can be regarded as some friendship.

Xie Liushui cheered from one side: "Brother Xuan just wrote a poem about snow. I just wrote it this morning. I just hand it in."

Nian Fengchi was startled, and when he was about to take a look, Xie Liushui had already strode away.

"Brother Song, this little brother is a cheerful person, and he is also very handsome, much better looking than Ling Yun." Nian Fengchi praised.

"Brother Nian, let's find a place to have a cup of tea. After a while, I will go to Jiangzhou to take a job. I'm afraid we won't be able to see each other for a while. You went to the Imperial Academy recently, and there are many things to do, right?"

Song Yuanxuan said softly, Nian Fengchi nodded and said: "After the new year, I may go to the Ministry of Punishment."

"Brother Nian's character is upright and upright. He is indeed suitable for the Ministry of Criminal Justice. I happen to have some connections in the Ministry of Criminal Justice. I will take care of Brother Nian later." Song Yuanxuan responded.

Nian Fengchi smiled and said: "Then I would like to thank you, Brother Song. After the New Year is over, you must come to my house for a while. My mother's craftsmanship is also good. Although the house is simple, it is enough to entertain friends."

Song Yuanxuan nodded and said, "Then on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, I visited my brother's house last year and wished the elders a happy new year."

Nian Fengchi responded cheerfully, walked arm in arm with Song Yuanxuan, and walked under the eaves on one side, where there was a lot of tea supply and some exquisite refreshments.

It's just that because it is a poetry meeting, almost everyone is writing poems in front, and not many people come to have refreshments.

Song Yuanxuan sat down with Nian Fengchi, and Nian Fengchi brought two cups of tea and some refreshments.

"I'm in a hurry to eat breakfast before I come, just eat a little." Nian Fengchi said openly, drinking tea while eating.

Song Yuanxuan was already full, and Zheng Donger's cooking skills always made him eat a little more for every meal, and he couldn't control the amount.

The tea soup is slightly sweet, although it is not a top-notch tea, it is not bad.

Drinking tea, Song Yuanxuan turned his head and looked to one side, where a man in white was eating tea. He ate very fast, and he ate a lot in a blink of an eye, as if he had been hungry for several days.

His hair was loose, and although he ate fast, he didn't feel embarrassed, but had an unruly taste.

Many people's eyes fell on Song Yuanxuan, Nian Fengchi, and the man with distaste.

"Running to the poetry meeting to eat and drink, you really are so poor!"

"It's insulting to the gentleman! Everyone is here for the poetry meeting, but these three people are here for the food and drink."

Song Yuanxuan raised his eyebrows and didn't bother to pay attention to these people. Lu Qingchen and Zhang Qingning squeezed out from the crowd. Hearing these words, Zhang Qingning raised his eyebrows and snorted: "If you have his talent, You can also sit and eat and drink."

The few people were startled, and their eyes fell on Song Yuanxuan and the three of them. Someone raised his voice, "What kind of talent does he have? Would someone who can write poetry just focus on eating and drinking?"

"Master Canghai doesn't know how to write poetry? Can you write a poem about Yanqiu and try it? Can you write a poem about meeting you?" Zhang Qingning snorted disdainfully, then strode up to Song Yuanxuan and sat down.

The people around suddenly stopped talking, looked at each other in blank dismay, and stopped talking.

Song Yuanxuan glanced at her and said, "That's right, I've finally grown up a bit and know how to be polite."

"Can you talk?" Zhang Qingning snorted arrogantly, then raised her foot and stepped directly on his foot.

Song Yuanxuan's perception was strong, he moved his foot away, and then said softly: "For your good performance, next time you go to a hot pot restaurant to eat, just report my name."

Only then did Zhang Qingning twitch the corners of his mouth, cast a sidelong glance at him and said, "You've got a sense of humor!"

Someone on one side raised his voice: "Where is Mr. Canghai? The head of the courtyard invites you."

Song Yuanxuan was startled, Lu Qingchen shook his head on one side and said: "Brother Song, it seems that you are the king of poetry. If I knew you were coming, why would I write any poems?"

"Low-key, low-key!" Song Yuanxuan said cheerfully.

Zhang Qingning snorted: "Can you keep a low profile?"

"Why not? Did I tell others that I am Song Yuanxuan? Did I say that I won three yuan in a row?" Song Yuanxuan said seriously, but there was a smile in his eyes.

Lu Qingchen and Nian Fengchi cupped their hands at him, with a strange look in their eyes.

When Zhang Qingning wanted to say something, Song Yuanxuan got up and squeezed into the crowd.

He is not someone who really wants to be high-profile, but in this world, dogs see people as low-key, and at this time he just has to show off.

The man with loose hair raised his head, his eyes fell on Song Yuanxuan's back, he curled his mouth and murmured: "He is an interesting person, and his aptitude is extremely extraordinary!"

　Two more!Today's update is a bit late, I'm busy with other things recently, hope everyone understands!Please count the votes by the way, thank you.

　　
　
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