Lord of Earth Fiend

Chapter 139 With a shout, the whole boat was disturbed
Jiang Youcheng said "I understand" two or three times in a row, but Ji Sanniang and the others didn't know what he understood. They were startled and confused, and they regarded him as an idiot scholar.

Next, how to deal with this little poem.

Zhou Ziliang and Song Shanchang gave the opinion that they should be eliminated; Ji Sanniang was a little hesitant. She felt that although the poem was not good, it was easy to understand and catchy, so it had some meaning.

"It's a good poem."

Jiang Youcheng said seriously.

Zhou Ziliang questioned: "What's the good thing?"

"The words are straightforward, the descriptions are vivid, and the confrontation is decent, isn't it good?"

"Hehe, according to what you said, then this pile is all good poems."

Jiang Youcheng glanced at him: "Your Excellency, do you think it's so easy to write that is easy to understand?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and took out a sheet from a pile of manuscripts: "For example, this poem is also in five characters. It is indeed written in vain, but it is like a blank sheet of paper, and there is nothing worth aftertaste."

Zhou Ziliang: "..."

I always feel that there is something wrong with the other party's words, but I can't catch it for a while.

Ji Sanniang couldn't help but read the poem in her hand again, not to mention, she actually had the feeling that the more she read it, the better she could read it silently.

Works that can be remembered after only one viewing are considered strengths in themselves.

However, since there is controversy, it can be put aside for the time being, indicating "to be determined".

Jiang Youcheng didn't say any more, his eyes flickered, he didn't know what he was thinking.

There were no disturbances in the subsequent review. By the time of Haishi, all the manuscripts had been selected, and a total of thirteen works were obtained.But Qiuyuelou only has ten quotas, which means that three more papers have to be eliminated.

So seven people began to cross-review, dividing three out of ten.

Two of them were quickly decided, and the third one was controversial again.

Jiang Youcheng tried to protect Chen Jin, but no one else agreed.

"San Niang, I have something to tell you."

Jiang Youcheng said suddenly.

Ji Sanniang was startled, then nodded slightly: "Okay."

The two went to a side room next to them, and after a while, they came out again.

Then Ji Sanniang announced that Chen Jin's little poem had been selected into the list of ten people.

Although Zhou Ziliang and the others were dissatisfied, there was nothing they could do about it. After all, Ji Sanniang was the boss of Qiuyuelou and had the right to make decisions.

Everyone has decided in their hearts that Jiang Youcheng must have a very close relationship with Chen Jin, that's why he is like this.

But this is not surprising, at least three or four of the ten selected articles cannot be separated from human arrangements.

The difference is that those favor arrangements are approved in advance, so everyone is very decent.

As one of the judges, if Jiang Youcheng also has an internal appointment, he can say it when they meet during the day. Everyone will understand and save face. Why do you have to do this on the table?
I can only say that I don't know the world, and I don't say hello, and this disturbance came in vain.

But now it's all over. For everyone, sitting on the table as a judge is not a big deal, and it's not a real imperial examination paper marking, so there is no need to be so serious and formal.In any case, no matter which ten articles are selected, they will just fly by and fall into the wastebasket in the hands of the final judging panel of the Confucian Temple.

After all, the standard is here, and there is no chance of being shortlisted.

Ji Sanniang secretly sighed: Extravagant dreams will come to nothing...

According to the process, the ten works that passed the primary selection will be transcribed again, and then published on the first floor, which means "public list".

The literati on the first floor clattered forward to watch, and as expected, it aroused quite a controversy.

Whenever this happens, there is never a lack of controversy.

Chu Xiucai read the title, hurried back, and said to Chen Jin: "Young Master, your poem has been shortlisted and has been sent to the Confucian Temple."

Chen Jin was startled, then smiled: "It's beyond my expectation."

Now it was Chu Xiu's turn to understand, why Chen Jin didn't seem very happy?

This is a rare honor!

Although it is not the final list, it is already enviable to be reviewed by the seven masters.

Anyway, Chu Xiucai was very eye-catching, and at the same time felt strange, he had read that little poem before, but he didn't think it was a good work, so it should not be selected.So when I saw the first sentence at that time, I couldn't help saying tactfully, "Little poems have few words, so they won't be taken seriously."

In his opinion, with Chen Jin's poetic talent, if he casually completes the famous lines in calligraphy, it is a rare masterpiece and will achieve better results. Why is he so careless?
The result was slapped in the face.

Chu Xiucai couldn't help wondering if there was something wrong with his vision.

I really can't figure it out.

But along the way, he didn't understand more than this one thing, so he got used to it naturally.

Chen Jin's poem was shortlisted, and several scholars and scholars sitting around came to congratulate him one after another.

But at the same time, there were also discordant voices, commenting that some of the shortlisted works were not worthy of their names, and Chen Jin's name was the first to bear the brunt.

During the discussions, some said that this sentence didn’t make sense, some said that that sentence didn’t work, and some said that a certain word was poorly used...

When Chen Jin heard it, he was unmoved.

But Chu Xiucai couldn't help complaining for the young master.

But Chen Jin held him down: "There's nothing to argue about. Poetry and articles are inherently different for the beholder, and the wise see wisdom. Everyone has their own opinions."

"But son, you just let others criticize, even slander and abuse?"

"Oh, what can we do? If you argue with them, will they change their views? I don't think so. If you want to persuade a person, it's better to kill him directly."

Hearing this, Chu Xiucai was taken aback. When Chen Jin said the word "kill", his expression was calm and calm, but a pair of eyes burst out with a cold light, as if it was not a joke, but really capable of killing people.

Chu Xiucai couldn't help but feel apprehensive, and smiled embarrassingly: "Young master is broad-minded, you are right."

Criticism lasted for a while, and the dust settled, and everyone couldn't change the result, so it passed quickly, and the newly dressed girl began to sing on the stage, which immediately attracted cheers of joy.

……

There are no graceful girls in the Confucian Temple, and the moving singing makes the atmosphere look solemn.

The review is basically over.

Wen Kui has been set, no surprises.

The ten outstanding under Wen Kui have almost been decided.

Overall, calm.

It can even be said that many things have already been arranged during the day.

This is not a shady default decision. All the works on the list can be posted for people to appreciate, and will not be confirmed.

Wang's work is not so rough.

"This is the last batch of ten works sent by Qiuyuelou."

"Okay, put it here."

The judges said casually that they were not in a hurry to watch. They sat together and began to talk about the Confucian Temple sacrifice that will be held later.

The Temple Fair of Confucian Temple belongs to the autumn festival among the spring and autumn festivals. It is not just a matter of burning some paper money and incense. There is a set of rigorous and complicated rituals, and the core is the sacrificial text.

Tonight's ceremony, a rich one, is to make all the selected articles and poems into sacrifices and dedicate them to the saints for spiritual response.

This, is the most important part.

Everything else is foreshadowing and creating an atmosphere.

Cifu is full of rivers, pen and ink are like a forest...

If compared horizontally, every participating scholar is a believer of the Confucian Temple Saint.

In terms of faith, it must be pious and there must be many people to be considered a great sacrifice.

How can you get the favor of a saint when you are alone and scattered?

Since it is a ceremony, the brush and ink selected must be good, and I dare not be ambiguous about this point.

"Okay, it's getting late, read the last point as soon as possible, and start the sacrifice."

"Ok."

Everyone agreed, opened the sealed oil-paper package, and took out the ten works.

……

"Under the peach blossom tree, I will ask you, sir, when will you be back..."

The delicate singing voice, coupled with the mournful string music, makes people listen to it, and they can't help giving birth to the meaning of love and pity.

"it is good!"

The cheers sounded in pieces, accompanied by thunderous applause.

Among the crowd, Chen Jin felt a little bored. He used to be too much for water, but now when he listens to this style of music, he feels that it is too pretentious and pretentious.

So he got up and went out again, onto the deck.

The night became more and more gloomy, and large swathes of blackness were like poured ink, just falling on the top of the head, as if you could touch it by raising your hand.

But Chen Jin knew that the distance was still very far away.

It was dark and the wind was strong, whistling, and the lanterns hanging on the painting boat rattled, as if they were about to blow off.

Being blown on the face by this wind, there is a whistling pleasure.

The undulating waves under the boat gradually arched, making the boat start to bump.

Chen Jin stopped, closed his eyes, felt the changes in the scene of the world, and wanted to capture the breath of the Confucian Temple.

It's a pity that it is empty, as if it doesn't exist.

At this moment, he had an urge to get out of his body.

You can see inexplicable shapes with the yin and yang magic eye, but the vision effect is definitely not as good as looking directly at the yin god.

However, in such an environment, Chen Jin was not impulsive, and immediately held down his thoughts.Although already occupied the palace, the Yin God is still fragile. In the wild on the river, the Yin God goes out without protection measures, which is equivalent to doing extreme sports, and the risk is too high.

Suddenly, a black-covered boat appeared on the water with a big lantern hanging on it.

A tall and strong boatman stood at the bow of the boat, paddling the oars fast in his hands, and the boat came with the wind and waves at the speed of an arrow.

Chen Jin focused his eyes and saw that the boat was coming towards the painting boat of Qiuyue Tower.After pondering for a moment, he turned around and returned to the hall to do a good job.

Chu Xiucai smiled and said, "Young master, the performance was wonderful just now. It's a pity that you didn't see it."

In his perception, the entrance fee is one tael, and eating that little tea is a big loss, and enjoying the show is the main theme.

Chen Jin smiled and said, "Really? Then I'll take a closer look."

At this time, the second floor also started a performance, no matter the girl's appearance or talent, it was obviously much higher than the level of the first floor.

In particular, the two top names, Qingyue and Ziyi, are in their cardamom years, and their skin is so tender that water can be squeezed out to brighten their eyes.

The two daughters were raised in the building since they were young, and they were the capable candidates put forward by Qiuyuelou to run for Nobile.

Ji Sanniang was annoyed and helpless about this. If she failed to become a golden hairpin, her attractiveness would drop drastically, the market would not go up, and the entire Qiuyue Tower would be affected.

But what can be done?
Those who do this business have to rely on people to support them.

The "holding" mentioned here is not just about spending money, it needs more advanced packaging, and it is only popular if you have literary talent.

What's more, what women eat is the meal of youth, and if they miss a year, they can't make up for it.

Boom boom boom!
There was the sound of hurried footsteps, and soon, a servant ran up panting, shouting: "Happy event, great event!"

Ji Sanniang was getting old and retired early to stay behind the scenes, but tonight was special, and she had to come out to persuade her to drink. When she heard this, her eyes lit up, and she quickly asked, "Ah Chun, what happy event are you talking about?"

The boy Ah Chun reported: "Someone from the Confucian Temple said that among the ten works sent by us from Qiuyue Tower, one of them was selected and ranked among the best, so they sent someone to welcome it."

Ji Sanniang was overjoyed: "Really?"

"How can there be a fake? People are on the first floor."

"Quick, let's go down to meet him."

Ji Sanniang couldn't help being overjoyed, and ran a few steps, thinking of something, and hurriedly asked: "Do you know which one you selected? Who wrote it?"

Ah Chun said "uh": "I ran anxiously, so I didn't ask."

"What a bargain."

Ji Sanniang complained, but she didn't think anything of it, as long as the candidate came from Qiuyuelou Painting Boat, it doesn't matter who it is or which article is selected.

"Gentlemen, please go down with the servants."

Don't forget to greet everyone upstairs.

Hearing that the poems and essays sent by Qiuyuelou actually won the top prize in the Wenkui competition, this is too unexpected, and it seems not easy.

Especially the seven judges of the first review, they have seen all the ten works, and they know what level they are, and they can't think of a reason to stand out.

Could it be that the secret favors have already gone to the Confucian Temple?

It shouldn't be, with such a big face and favor, why cast it from Qiuyue Tower?Wouldn't it be better to hand it directly to the Confucian Temple?
Or, was Ji Sanniang personally making the arrangement?

This is possible, after all, to start Qiuyuelou's brand, it will not hesitate to spend a lot of money.

The problem is that during the review process, Ji Sanniang didn't show anything unusual...

No, there is a difference.

He chatted with Jiang Youcheng in private for a while.

So, the manipulator behind the scenes is actually Jiang Youcheng?
Thinking about it this way, everyone's eyes on Jiang Youcheng suddenly became unpredictable.

Regardless of whether they are all judges, those who are in the sub-field are not on the same level as those in the Confucian Temple, and their status and status are quite different.

If Jiang Youcheng can get through the relationship in the Confucian Temple, then his background is not trivial.

Zhou Ziliang and Song Shanchang have already begun to regret that they shouldn't argue with each other on the table, they accidentally offended someone, and they have no reason to go.

Jiang Youcheng's eyes flickered, and he was thinking about something else, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the eyes of others, that smile seemed even more mysterious.

When everyone came downstairs, the downstairs was already boiling. The talent show on the stage stopped. The girls saw that the momentum was wrong, so they retreated behind the scenes with the musicians immediately.

The man from the Confucian Temple was a middle-aged Confucian scholar in a white robe, with a personable demeanor. After he boarded the boat, he informed the boy.

The young man doesn't keep the door open, and such a happy event should be advertised widely.

With a shout, the whole ship was shocked!

(End of this chapter)