A powerful minister of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 107 Social Master (Part )
"Yes."

Wang Yaochen is also a local.

I have never heard of Song Xuan’s so-called four irons of life.

"Shi Er Lang, stop playing dumb and tell us quickly."

Song Xuan did not keep the secret and said with a smile:
"I've heard that the four irons of life refer to the strongest and most reliable relationships in life."

"First, we were classmates. Second, we carried guns together. Third, we were imprisoned together. Fourth, we went to a brothel together."

Anyway, this news has not been spread out yet, so let Song Xuan dress up a little.

"what?"

"I've never heard such country slang before."

Song Xuan then explained a few things to everyone.

After all, most weapons used by soldiers in the Song Dynasty were spears.

Otherwise, Lin Chong, the instructor of the 800,000 imperial guards, would have no place to use his skills.

"Hahaha."

"Interesting, interesting." Lu Lejian praised repeatedly:

"This is the first time I've heard of Shierlang's country slang, but it does make some sense."

Lu Lejian's father is Lu Mengxiu.

His uncle, Lü Mengzheng, served as prime minister three times during the reign of Emperor Taizong.

His cousin Lu Yijian used to be a close minister of Emperor Zhenzong and served as the acting governor of Kaifeng Prefecture. Now that Empress Dowager Liu was in power, he was officially appointed as the prime minister.

"Me too!" This was the first time Wang Yaochen heard such a statement.

Even though the accent varies from place to place, it's impossible that he has never heard of the country slang from Song Xuan's hometown in his entire life!
Among all the people present, Zhang Fangping had been with Song Xuan the longest, but he had never heard of them.

Thinking about it this way, it must have been made up by Brother Twelve on the spot.

However, the explanation just now made sense, and he also cooperated:
"What Brother Twelve said is true. We have accomplished two of the four greatest feats of life in a short period of time."

Zhang Fangping's words were met with widespread agreement from the crowd.

No longer worry about the extent of the spread of this country slang.

Su Xun immediately took over the conversation:

"I hope that one day I can also complete the other two major irons in life."

As for going to a brothel, everyone here is educated, so we can understand it. We will definitely go and see it in the future.

Some people have even seen it a long time ago.

Otherwise, when he becomes an official in the future, he will be easily dazzled by a singer left over by another man and be taken home as a treasure.

This is the kind of behavior that makes people look down on you as a scholar.

Going to brothels was not only an elegant and interesting thing for scholars and officials, but also a way to demystify women so that they would not be unable to walk when they saw a woman in the future.

As for the matter of carrying guns together, everyone present tacitly did not mention it.

Everyone wants to take the imperial examination and pursue a career in officialdom.

Who is willing to carry a gun like a thief in the army?
However, they agreed with what Song Xuan said: those who survived the battlefield were likely to become friends for life and death.

Song Xuan didn't care and agreed with what he said.

Some of you are here out of loyalty, while others are here because they have their own support and are not afraid to come here. There is no problem with that.

We all know each other, and after screening out those who share the same interests, we will eventually have to get in touch with each other slowly to see if we are suitable for in-depth communication.

But after the banquet, everyone had a good impression of Song Xuan.

It was like no one was drinking alcohol, but Song Xuan used cold porridge instead of wine, clinking glasses with everyone and getting to know them a little. Even Zhang Fangping, whom he knew well, was not left out. Song Xuan took care of everyone present.

Don't leave out anyone when distributing cigarettes, and don't toast to too many people. Avoid skipping anyone and ensure that everyone feels valued and respected to avoid awkward situations or being left out.

Song Xuan used to think that this thing was useless, but now he finds it quite effective.

At least in terms of table etiquette, doing things this way will not cause you to create unnecessary hostility.

I would rather be disrespectful to everyone than disrespect one person.

The students present had never encountered such a thing before, so most of them were flattered when Song Xuan toasted them individually.

Song Shier really treated everyone equally, no matter whether you were born into a common family or came from an official family, he treated everyone equally.

Lu Lejian was very lively at the banquet. He had never experienced anything like this before, so he was very interested in Song Xuan.
"I really like that poem by Twelve Lang. Given the situation today, I wonder if you could write a poem to boost the morale of us students?"

"really."

"I heard that Shi Er Lang finished the poem in one go during the exam. He didn't waste much time at all and wrote such a good poem. I'm really envious of him."

All of a sudden, everyone's emotions were aroused.

Please invite Song Xuan to come.

Even Zhang Kang put down his bowl and chopsticks, ready to listen to Song Xuan's new poems.

Of course.

He also understood that someone wanted to find out about Song Xuan's background.

Let’s see if he is really talented, or if Master Fan is biased towards him!

It was Wang Yaochen who took the initiative to speak:
"Shi Er Lang, please think about it first. After all, this happened suddenly and no one expected it."

Zhang Fangping listened to everyone's singing in unison and snorted in his heart.

It turns out that not all of this is for the justice in my heart.

But that’s fine.

Let me show you what Brother Twelve is capable of.

Otherwise, how can it be convincing?
Song Xuan did not refuse. In this situation, he stood up with the cold water and took a walk:
"In that case, I will show my ugliness."

"Okay." Lu Lejian responded loudly:

"Twelve Brother, please feel free to write your poem. Even if we only stay aboard for an hour or two, what's the harm?"

"The tree at the head of my inkstone pond has blossoms with faint traces of ink. Don't praise people for their good colors, just let their pure spirit fill the universe!"

Lu Lejian's face was full of astonishment.

He originally wanted to praise Song Xuan's ability, and thought that even if Song Xuan wrote a good poem, it would be a waste of time.

How did he figure it out while he was talking?
Li Bai is no more than this!
It wasn't just Lu Lejian who was stunned by Song Xuan's blurt-out words. There were more than one person dining at the table who could guess what Lu Lejian was thinking.

To be honest, most of those who can be admitted to Yingtian Academy are geniuses from various places.

Since the imperial examination system was slightly reformed, rankings no longer depended on rote memorization, and it was rare for a bookworm to rank at the top of the exam.

A smile appeared on Zhang Fangping's lips.

When it comes to poetry, he had long witnessed his twelfth brother's strength.

It’s as if Brother Twelve had already witnessed my photographic memory!
Others were just shocked and confused, but Zhang Fangping felt that this was a common occurrence and there was nothing to be surprised about.

If you cannot reach this level, it is your own problem!
"it is good."

Su Xun was the first to applaud:

"What a wonderful way to leave only pure energy filling the universe!"

"wonderful."

Lu Lejian was really convinced.

How could such a person, with all his talent, commit fraud?

How could he give up his pride and cheat?

Especially since it's just a small entrance exam.

Dou Chou was unworthy of being a Hanlin scholar. He had been in a high and mighty position for too long and refused to even do the slightest investigation.

Or maybe they just want to use their power to oppress others.

He was really as stupid as a pig. Song Twelve's commotion could be considered as eliminating an eyesore for his cousin in the court.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Wang Yaochen only saw Song Xuan take three steps before he finished reciting the poem.

Such powerful strength is truly rare in the world.

"People say that there is only one stone of talent in the world, and Cao Zijian alone has eight dou. I think this is an exaggeration."

Wang Yaochen also stood up and saluted Song Xuan and said:
"After seeing this today, I realized that there are indeed talents in this world that ordinary people like me cannot understand!"

Song Xuan quickly held his arm:

"Brother Wang, you are too kind. In my opinion, poetry is just a small matter. In the future, when you pass the imperial examination and become an official, you can govern a region and ensure that the people live a stable and prosperous life, or stabilize the borders or even expand the territory. That is the real talent!"

Song Xuan's words aroused everyone's approval.

No matter how good their governance will be in the future, as long as they are officials, they all fantasize that the people under their rule can live a stable and prosperous life, so that they can demonstrate their abilities.

As for Lu Lejian, who came from an official family, he felt that Song Xuan was really different from others.

Although he is not very old, he speaks a lot.

It doesn't look like he comes from a commoner background at all.

Even though I have been influenced by this, I can't think of any words to bring people closer together.

Who doesn’t want to be on the imperial list?

Who doesn’t want to make a difference after becoming an official?

Song Xuan's words belittled himself and tacitly elevated everyone else.

At this level, it's simply a crushing defeat.

Lu Lejian believed that he was the only one present who could realize how powerful Song Xuan was.

The wrinkles on the faces of the people around him were so obvious from laughing, but one of them had a face so dark that it was hard to see where the wrinkles were.

However, Lu Lejian felt that there was nothing wrong in making friends with Song Xuan.

After this matter is over, Song Twelve's name will surely be spread throughout the world, surpassing Dou Chou.

In addition, he has such a talent for poetry that no one can take it away from him.

The best option is to join him as soon as possible and become famous together.

"Hahaha." Su Xun laughed loudly:
"I believe what Twelve Brother said about poetry being a minor art. If someone else said that, I wouldn't agree."

Compared to others who grasped the key points, Su Xun also grasped the key points.

"good."

Wang Yaochen also agreed with this statement. After all, seeing is believing.

A man of Song Xuan's eloquence is bound to become famous throughout the world.

But why have I never heard of his reputation before?
But Wang Yaochen thought that he had never even heard of the country slang that Song Xuan spoke, so it was normal that he had not heard of Song Xuan's reputation. He had always been studying hard and didn't care much about external things.

Without waiting for anyone to answer, Su Xun eagerly began to talk about a little story he had heard about the teacher.

Especially during this period, the protagonist was the former child prodigy Yan Shu.

It is even more shocking.

This is how Song Xuan met Mr. Yan.

But today, Mr. Yan had him arrested and thrown into prison. No one knows what he is up to.

But Lu Lejian understood it through this incident.

Since Song Xuan caused such a big "mess", Lord Yan must be protecting him.

Everyone else thought that Yan Shu was targeting Song Xuan, but Lu Lejian thought that was definitely not the case, so he just had to wait and see.

Song Xuan and others were chatting outside the prison.

However, someone came to Yan Shu to plead for Song Xuan and others.

"Prefect Yan, why did you arrest them all?"

Fan Zhongyan was very straightforward and thought this was inappropriate.

They are all students of the academy, and I must protect them.

Yan Shu was busy with his head down, adding to the contents of the memorial, and had no time to pay attention to Fan Zhongyan.

The experienced Song Shou, however, spoke up, "Xiwen, don't worry. I have my own judgment on this matter. This is definitely not to protect Dou Chou."

Yan Shu dipped his brush in ink before uttering a word:

"Don't worry, Song Twelve, even if he goes to jail and experiences the misfortune of imprisonment, it won't be a hardship for him."

"Someone will come to report in a while, please be patient."

Just as Yan Shu continued to write the memorial, someone reported that Song Xuan had called the chef from Qinglou and was preparing a banquet at the prison gate.

"Listen."

Song Shou sneered: "He can wrong himself."

But when Song Shou heard that Zhang Fangping was going to be in the same cell with him, he immediately threw the teacup in his hand to the ground:
"This is outrageous! Pull Zhang Fangping out here immediately!"

"I knew that Song Xuan was prone to causing trouble, and he immediately brought disaster upon Zhang Fangping, a promising young talent."

Now it was Fan Zhongyan's turn to hold back Song Shou, who was about to go berserk, and tell him not to worry.

"All the good seedlings are going to jail. How can you expect me to stay calm?"

Song Shou looked at Yan Shu who was still writing: "Do you really want to lock them all up?"

"It's better to let them suffer."

Yan Shu dipped the brush in his hand into the ink again:

"We can still control it now, but in the future, if they don't know their place and mess up, you won't have a chance to save them."

Yan Shu continued to write furiously, but he kept saying:
"Why don't you listen to Song Twelve's poem, which he composed in just three steps. It would be perfect to add to your article."

Trying to do two things at once.

It was not difficult for this former child prodigy.

But Yan Shu was used to it, and Song Shou and Fan Zhongyan didn't notice anything unusual.

"It's already this late, and you're still speaking for him?"

"If this happened to you, what would you do?"

Yan Shu calmed down the impatient Song Shou with just one sentence, and then gave him a series of critical strikes:

"If it happened to you, I'm sure you wouldn't handle it any more beautifully than he did."

"At most, I endured it at the time and consoled myself with something like, 'A gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years.'"

"Look at Song Twelve. He took revenge on the spot and even made himself the one who was right. But after being manipulated by him, Dou Chou was like he had lost his mind."

Yan Shu saw Song Shou stop struggling and look at him before adding:
"Don't let your emotions easily sway you when you encounter something, lest you fail to make the right judgment and fall into the trap set by others."

Fan Zhongyan also nodded repeatedly, agreeing with Yan Shu's theory.

He rarely thinks about this on a daily basis. Otherwise, why do people say that smart people are really smart? They just think from a different perspective.

Song Shou admitted Yan Shu's statement in his heart, but he said stubbornly:

"It's only because Song Twelve met you in advance that he would have made it onto the list, and wouldn't have had the chance to stir up such a big stir."

"Oh, is it so?"

Yan Shu didn't want to debate with his "defeated general", so Song Shou found another angle to prove that Song Xuan was wrong.

He put down the brush in his hand and blew a breath gently:

"Twelve Brother is a master at playing with other people's emotions. Just admit that you are not as good as him."

(End of this chapter)