Raising the Demon

Chapter 417
Song Hui walked to the side, pulled a soldier, lowered his voice, and said, "Go, hurry to the Gongyuan immediately, and let the young masters who organized the poetry and essay meeting there come here immediately to participate in Gui Moxuan's poetry and essay meeting. It means that Master Qilusi is also here."

The soldier turned to leave, Song Hui thought for a while, and immediately said: "Remember the topic, tell them when you go back, let them discuss it first, don't come here and lose people."

After all, the soldier was also from the Ministry of Rites. Although he was not a scholar, he was not illiterate. He turned around and read the title silently a few times, then jumped on his horse and galloped away.

Song Hui looked back, and Qi Lusi behind him was still raising his head, listening to the poems of the crowd, and seemed not paying attention to his side, so he was relieved, grabbed a few other soldiers, and gave orders again.

Song Hui went there for a quarter of an hour before coming back feeling his head.

"Lord Qi, I asked 40 or [-] people back and forth, but no one knew who this boy was." Song Hui said to Qi Lusi.

"Oh?" Qi Lusi raised his eyebrows.

"I have ordered my subordinates to investigate, and the results will be available in half an hour at most..." Song Hui paused, and said, "Master Qi, today we..."

"Let's read it for now." Qi Lusi felt that he could better understand the current situation of the entire Zaitian Mansion here than going to the Gongyuan. In the form of Tianfu, adjust the form and scale of the examination so that more qualified talents can be included in the system of the Heavenly Kingdom.

And this poetry meeting undoubtedly provided him with such an opportunity.

Almost all the people present were going to participate in this college entrance examination. They didn't know that their future chief examiner was there. If they knew, they would definitely go crazy.

And the person who knew this was rushing from the Gongyuan at this time.

Yesterday, when Song Hui learned that Lord Qi planned to inspect the Gong Yuan today, he quietly notified the young masters of Zai Tian Mansion.

The laws of the Celestial Dynasty are strict. Except for a very small number of high-ranking officials with hereditary power, even if they are relatively high-ranking officials, their offspring must pass the imperial examination if they want to enter the official career. Although their own power can provide a lot of convenience for future generations, But at the step of getting started, one must step in.

Many officials in Zaitian Mansion love and hate Qi Lusi's arrival. What they love is that if their children perform well, they can go directly to Datian Listening, which will be of great benefit to future development.What I hate is that because of the arrival of Qi Lusi, they have much less room for manipulation, and the requirements for their children's talents and learning are even higher.

As the person in charge of the Supervisory Department, Song Hui naturally took on a lot of heavy responsibilities, and he didn't dare to neglect, after all, many colleagues were watching him eagerly. Yesterday he asked these children to prepare a poetry meeting overnight, In the hope that Qi Lu's thinking will be outdated, he will take a look along the way and leave a good impression.

At this moment, all his plans were disrupted, but thinking about it, it was better to show his face than to have no way to show his face.

He asked the soldiers to tell the young masters the topic, so he naturally asked them to prepare before coming. None of these young masters had a few well-educated staff, but they took advantage of the people from Yeluzi here.

Gui Moxuan's poetry and prose meeting started in the morning, and after an hour, more and more people gathered, whether they were planning to participate in the college entrance examination or those who came to join in the fun, they all surrounded from all directions.

And many hawkers also smelled the smell, and suddenly there were many food, drink, and fruit sellers around, and it became very lively.

An old man with his trouser legs rolled up was passing by with a load. Seeing how lively the place was, he put down his load. However, he was a vegetable seller. Cabbage, cauliflower, spinach, and a few carrots could barely be eaten as fruits, but he also sold vegetables. Stained with mud, no one bought it.He looked up from the side, clicked on the dry pipe, hesitating in his heart whether to leave or stay.

There was a sudden movement in the bamboo basket on the side of the burden, and a small head popped out of it. It was his little grandson, who had fallen asleep in the bamboo basket, and only then woke up.

The little grandson is about three or four years old, with a small sky braid tied with a red string, and a little face flushed with mud.

"Are you awake?" The old man lovingly wiped off the mud on his little grandson's face. The little grandson stared at him with big eyes, "Grandpa, where is this? There are so many people!"

"They are competing in poetry and essays..." The old man stroked his grandson's head, "Little treasure, grandpa, I will work hard to earn money so that Xiaobao can study and compete in poetry and essays when he grows up..."

Where does Little Treasure care about his grandpa's ambition?His attention has been drawn away by the peddler next to him shaking a rattle and carrying a stick of candied haws.

"Xiao Bao is hungry?" The old man rubbed the little guy's head. He didn't eat in the morning, and he grumbled alone. He touched his pocket, but there was not a single coin...

"Grandpa?" Xiaobao turned his head and looked at his grandfather expectantly with two big glasses. The old man slowly withdrew his hand from his arms. Xiaobao seemed to know that grandpa had no money, so he shook his head with a smile: "Not greedy, Xiaobao is not greedy, but candied haws are not tasty."

The old man's eyes suddenly became hot. He looked at the literati who were drinking to read poetry, and then looked at the piles of silver nudes, and suddenly had an inexplicable impulse.

"Little treasure, stay here and don't run around, you know?" The old man turned his head and told his little grandson who was sitting on the burden, took a deep breath, and stood up.

After he stood up, he hesitated again, but he looked back at his little grandson's saliva, summoned up his courage again, walked to the place where the number was received, closed his eyes, and shouted at the top of his voice: "I want a number, too. It's called Tierzhu."

Tien is a common surname in Zaitianfu, a surname produced by intermarriage between Han people and ethnic minorities. This old man looked like an ordinary peddler. When he yelled, everyone looked sideways at him, and someone said in distaste: "Why is everyone coming? Go, sell your vegetables!"

The old man didn't dare to answer, just laughed along with him: "I just want to try, if I can earn some money to buy candied haws for my little grandson to eat."

"Just you? Don't be annoying here!" The scholar stretched out his hand to push and push, but the old man didn't dare to resist, and was pushed back.

"Grandpa, keep your number plate away!" The big man in charge of issuing the number plate was unbiased. He reached out to stop the scholar and handed over a number plate. The old man happily accepted it and walked to the nearest platform. past.

"Old man, old man!" A voice suddenly came from above, and the old man looked up suspiciously, only to find that it was indeed calling him.

"This side, this side is relatively simple." Zi Baifeng pointed to the platform he climbed on.

"Really? Young master, don't lie to me." The old man was dubious.

He also heard the poem that this son made just now, but he didn't understand a single line of it. The prose is extremely high. In his opinion, as long as it is incomprehensible, it is naturally good.

"Of course I don't lie to you, I heard them read it just now..." Zi Baifeng chuckled, his cultivation base is advanced now, and once the field is opened, how can the whole poem escape his eyes and ears?Before these people came to the stage, they would recite their poems to their relatives and friends several times and ask for some opinions. Zi Baifeng listened to them one by one, so he naturally knew which side was the weakest.

In fact, he listened to all the conversations between Qi Lusi and the old man and his grandson.

Hearing the conversation between the old man and his grandson, Zi Baifeng couldn't help recalling the wandering years with Zijian.

Those days are long gone now, but he still can't see such a scene.

Eye sockets turn red.

Along with the old man was a scholar who looked to be in his 30s and had a bumpy face. He glanced at the old man and said dissatisfiedly, "Can this kind of person also participate?"

"The sage said that there is no discrimination in teaching, and the poetry and prose club is also open to everyone." Although the big man who presides over it looks big and three rough, he is actually a member of the Zi clan. Where is the fuel-efficient lamp?He smiled slightly, and said: "Young Master is a great talent, whoever the opponent is, has no influence on Young Master, does it?"

The scholar couldn't say anything more, he pondered for a while, read out a poem, and then said to the old man, "It's your turn."

The old man was a little embarrassed, and naturally he couldn't understand a single line of poetry read by the scholar beside him. When he lowered his head, he saw his little grandson standing on the burden, looking at him on tiptoe.

He suddenly regretted it. It's really nothing to make a fool of himself on weekdays, but he doesn't want to make a fool of himself in front of his grandson.

But already standing here, he has no way out.

"It's a deep well, with two wooden barrels hanging there. The well is pitch black, and the moon shines brightly on one barrel." The old man stumbled and recited a doggerel.

Just after reading this vulgar line, there was a burst of laughter, and Qi Lusi laughed too, shaking his head with a smile.

"This old man is really interesting." Song Hui was also laughing.

"Okay!" There was a loud applause from above, and Zi Baifeng was clapping his hands and applauding loudly.

Several other members of the Dangui Five Tigers also went up to the platform. Qi Hanshan and Xing Qulang were a little bit staggered, and they were on the lower level, while Chi Yanbai, Chi Yanzi, and Yan Xiaolei were already on the platform. I've reached the third floor, and I'm on the same level as Zi Baifeng, so when I heard Zi Baifeng applaud, it's natural to follow suit.

A few people at the top applauded, and many scholars below were also confused. Could there be something profound about this poem?

"It's a good month to shine a bucket of light." Zi Baifeng said loudly, "It's not water, but a bucket of moonlight to fetch water in the middle of the night. It's a good mood, easy to comprehend, this old man has a good literary talent, old man, you should go Participate in high school!"

Having said that, everyone began to appreciate it again, and they really felt that it was quite poetic.

But the person next to him stopped immediately, and said loudly: "This is not a poem at all."

"Really good poems are all appreciated by both refined and popular. Who can't use some profound words? Only if there is resonance. Old man, I have fetched water. For a poem like yours, I will go back today and fetch a bucket of water to try again in the middle of the night. Just do it!" Zi Baifeng said.

"Both refined and popular? Can this be called both refined and popular?" The scholar was very unconvinced.

"Why can't it be called both refined and popular? I have a poem here, listen to it: There is moonlight in front of the bed, it is suspected that there is frost on the ground, raise your head to look at the bright moon, and bow your head to think of your hometown."

This simple and straightforward poem has been praised for thousands of years, and it is not without reason.

"I have another sentence here. The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, and the long river is full of sunset. Is this vulgar? Is it elegant?" Zi Baifeng asked again.

The scholar was tongue-tied and said after a long while: "My lord, you have a great literary talent. Naturally, these few words of yours are very vulgar and elegant, but who are you, lord, this old..."

"That's wrong. No one said it. Only literati can compose poetry." Zi Baifeng said, "I think this old man's poems are good, but this son's poems are also good. How about advancing together?"

There was a lot of strife below, and the old man murmured, "I don't need to advance to the next level...I just want a silver baby, and I can buy candied haws for my grandson..."

Among the crowd, Qi Lusi gently stroked his beard and nodded.

The old man's poems, the first three sentences are extremely vulgar, but the last sentence is very artistic, and the quilt Bai Feng said that he wanted to fetch a bucket of water in the middle of the night to try up.

In the dark deep well, the moon can't even shine to the bottom, but when the bucket of water was picked up from the well, it gradually shone into the moonlight. Isn't it just a bucket of moonlight?
Qi Lusi couldn't help talking like a teenager, and said loudly: "This old man's poems are better, I think he should be promoted!"

But no one listened to him here, so he just yelled to vent his thoughts. After yelling, seeing Song Hui's expression beside him, he shook his head and laughed.

Song Hui is such an exquisite character?Seeing that Qi Lusi was a little embarrassed, he quickly shouted: "The old man is promoted! The old man is promoted!"

When he yelled, several soldiers around him yelled loudly, and it gradually became a wave.

Now that Zi Baifeng had spoken, the person in charge of hosting naturally invited the old man and the scholar to the stage. The old man stood on the stage, showing all his teeth in a smile.

Xiaobao screamed and jumped on the pole: "That's my grandpa, my grandpa!"

Although he was small and light, the pole couldn't stand him jumping like this. He fell off the pole with an ouch, but was caught firmly.

Zhuzi picked him up with both hands, put him around his neck, and turned his head to smile at the old man. The old man smiled gratefully, but dared not take his eyes away, for fear of being some bad person.

"Uncle, uncle, that's my grandfather!" Xiaobao waved his hands and said to Zhuzi, he was not afraid of life.

"Old man, I invite you to have another match with this scholar. If you win, you will be able to go to the second floor." The host over there said to the old man.

"My old man knows this one, and I won't read it too much. My son, I'm really sorry for making you suffer." The old man looked up, the one above was a silver ingot, and the one below was a silver nude. Naturally it is different. The old man glanced at it reluctantly, but he didn't dare to be too greedy. He scratched his head and said, "I just... just want to make a fortune and sell candied haws for my grandson."

"Old man, please keep it." The host handed him a silver nude and said.

The old man was very grateful, turned around and planned to go down.

"Old man!" Zi Baifeng shouted from above: "This one will follow!"

He reached out and took a silver ingot from a pile of silver ingots beside him, and threw it to the old man.

The old man subconsciously caught it, widened his eyes, and said, "Master, you..."

"My reward." Zi Baifeng pointed to his nose, "I will abstain from this game, and I will play again after receiving the number plate. I will buy a few more skewers for your grandson, and then buy two big meat buns."

The old man muttered, not knowing what to say, almost tearing up, wiped his eyes and stepped off the stage.

"This young man is so talented and kind-hearted." Qi Lusi sighed.

"That's right." Song Hui said, but what he was thinking in his heart was that the boy did not deliberately arrange this show, and planned to show his face in front of everyone.

But he dared not show it.

The old man grinned, returned to his vegetable stall, and thanked Zhu Zi again and again.

Not long after, Mrs. Wu came out with a few ingots of silver, walked up to the old man, and said, "Grandpa, I think your dish is good. It happens that we are going to cook at noon, and there are still a few dishes missing. How about this cabbage?" Sell?"

In a few words, I bought all the old man's vegetables, leaving only two carrots for the old man to put on the bottom of the basket.

The old man picked up the burden, and Xiaobao stood in the basket, holding a bunch of candied haws in one hand, and went happily.

Seeing their grandfather and grandson walking away gradually, Mrs. Wu involuntarily showed a nostalgic smile.

The hard times of the past are long gone, and now she can open such a Guimoxuan, and hold such poetry and essay meetings, but what she cherishes the most is always the days of suffering in her heart .

It doesn't matter if you can't go back, but I hope everyone in this world can only relive the suffering in their memories.

I don't know when, Yinglongzong's spirit-gathering formation will affect Zaitian Mansion, and I hope that the grandfather and grandson will not be affected too much.

"Mother." Zi Baifeng walked to Zi Wu's side and called out in a low voice.

Zi Baifeng no longer had the memory of his own mother, in his opinion, Zi Wu was his own mother, Zi Wu smiled slightly, and grabbed Zi Baifeng's generous palm.

Both father and son are so reliable, so kind, and so convincing.

It's not in vain that she became a member of the Zi family.

"Why did you come down so casually?" Zi Wu was thinking like this, but reached out and knocked Zi Baifeng on the head, "Don't you hurry up again? If you can't go up, see how I punish you."

Zi Baifeng stuck out his tongue, turned around and ran to get the number again.

"Let's go." Qi Lusi stood for a while, and what he recalled in his heart was Zi Baifeng's words of appreciation for both refined and popular tastes just now, as well as the few poems Zi Baifeng recited. He suddenly felt that he had gained more today than he imagined. .

It seems pointless to stay here any longer.

"Leave now? I think there is another talented man over there, very talented." Of course, Song Hui didn't want to leave now, as his young masters hadn't arrived yet.

He stretched out his hand and pointed in Hu Caijun's direction.

"Looking at it from the outside, this scholar is rather mean." Qi Lusi said.

"Lord Qi, don't judge people by their appearance." Song Hui laughed.

(End of this chapter)