After I was reborn, I became Mrs. Chief Assistant

Chapter 92
Wei Yanran stood at the same spot, watching her receding back, her nails were deeply embedded in her palms, and she didn't even notice it.

When Yun Zhuo returned to Lanzhai, he told Pei Wanyin about today's incident, and finally sighed to her: "Everyone in the world says that hearing is deception, but seeing is believing. But they don't know that hearing is not necessarily deception, and seeing is not necessarily believing. You have no brains People can only see the truth that other people want them to see."

Pei Wanyin was sitting under the window embroidering flowers. Hearing this, she turned her head and asked Hongxiu: "With your girl's temperament, do you have to worry about being her maid all day long?"

Hong Xiu pursed her lips and smiled, but said nothing.

The days flowed like running water, and it was mid-April in a blink of an eye.The peach blossoms and pear blossoms in the Zhanglu Academy gradually withered, and a piece of residual flowers fell from the tree.

As the weather gets hotter, the noble daughters and princes and grandchildren of the aristocratic families all put on light and flimsy clothes. When the wind blows, the skirts of the clothes are rumbling, but it is more colorful than the scene of flowers in spring.

The Banquet of Zhanglu came on such a day.

This banquet is divided into two categories: literary test and martial arts competition. The literary test has four categories: poetry, policy theory, debate, and arithmetic. The martial arts competition is much simpler, with only two rounds of riding and shooting.

A total of more than forty students participated in the banquet, and they were eliminated step by step. On Zhanglutai, Xuegong offered wine and talked about Huiyue and the first assistant Xie Jie. Wait for the officials to select the winner.

There are more than forty tables and chairs set up on the Zhanglu stage, with wide intervals. Yun Zhuo and many other students who participated in the Zhanglu banquet were dressed in green clothes and waited for the audience.

After a while, a coach from the academy came to them and said, "It's time to play."

After everyone sat down one by one, a man in a pale-black round-neck gown with cloud and thunder patterns, a jade belt around his waist, and a feather crown on his head walked to the center of the stage, and said in a loud voice: "The emperor has virtue, and the ancient and modern; the thick soil has virtue." Virtue contributes to the prosperity of the common people. Fortunately, there is a good wind and a good day to make this feast of deer..."

Yun Zhuo didn't listen to what he said later.This gentleman talked about "Three Hundred Poems" in the Qinsi Garden. He likes to prolong the ending sound when reading poems, which makes people feel sleepy.Perhaps it has become a habit, even though he is standing on the stage without protracting the end, Yun Zhuo still feels sleepy when he speaks.

After Mr. finished speaking, the drum sounded suddenly on the field, vigorous and vigorous, with a long aftertaste. After the drum beat three times, the poetry competition began.

The title of the poem was placed on the table and written on a piece of bamboo slips. Yun Zhuo turned over the bamboo slips and saw two words written on it, which was "Youth".There is another line of small characters in the right column, which reads "Gaijun's young man should be angry."

When you are angry?What's the matter?

Proud?Chivalry?Vigor?Arrogant?
There are already people writing around, but Yun Zhuo is thinking, where should this "Qi" come from.

The title of the poem is "youth", so it must not be out of this range.If you talk about young people, she is most familiar with the sons of the aristocratic families in Kyoto today. They rely on the shadow of their ancestors to live a luxurious life in this capital. Xiangche, Qianjinqiu, Wanhuzhu, as long as they are willing, they are just things for entertainment.

But is this true for all family members?
Not at all.

In the old days when Daye was first established, the harsh government was fiercer than a tiger. When Han Gong pleaded for the people, he was only 20 years old; last year, when he was prosperous and the people were happy, some people suffered innocent injustice for decades. Chunqiu sacrificed his life to seek the Dharma, only to wash away his grievances, at the age of eighteen.

Some people are rotten wood, and some people will be pillars; some people eat, drink and have fun, and some people will move forward with heavy burdens.

Yun Zhuo lowered his head, picked up a pen and wrote:

Every time I get this life to be a drinker, I am also worried and almost full of gold.

In his year, he drew his sword and went to face the wind, so as to take the swallow hook from Tingguan.

Young people should have youthful spirit.

70 years ago, in the battle of Chu and Ye, the Tingguan area was lost to Qi and Chu, and has never returned to Daye.Born as a citizen of Daye, but those who have ambitions should take it as their duty to recover the court.

The mountains and rivers of Tingguan are the mountains and rivers of Daye. Every inch of land and every river in the mountains and rivers cannot be lost; the people of Tingguan are the people of Daye. Daughter, everyone should return to Daye.

Two quarters of an hour later, the gong sounded.All the students stopped writing, waiting for the master to collect the poems.

There is a break in the middle of each exam. At this time, some people have already got off the stage, discussing the difficulty of the poem with their friends, and some people, in order to make a good impression on Xie Jie and others, even if they take a break Time, also sat upright in the seat.

Yun Zhuo looked around, counting the time in his mind, but he just lay down and fell asleep.

Seeing her indifferent appearance, Xie Jie suddenly smiled.

Tan Huiyue met and asked him, "You seem to be in a good mood?"

"Oh? How can you see it?"

When Tan Huiyue was asked by him, he shuddered suddenly, and quickly shook his head and said, "I'm afraid the lower officials have misread it."

Xie Jie is really in a good mood.Before that, he didn't understand Yun Zhuo's mind, and he always regarded Yun Zhuo as a potential threat, but he heard Yun Zhuo say with his own ears a few days ago that he wanted to marry an ordinary person and live a peaceful and secular life.

After several years of ups and downs in the officialdom, now that he is able to serve as the chief assistant, Xie Jie's ability to check people's hearts goes without saying.He could see that Yun Zhuo really thought so, and it happened to be in line with his original plan for Yun Zhuo.

After the day of Xiechun Residence, he ordered Wen Lu to withdraw the people who were staring at Yun Zhuo.

Little girl, the situation is difficult, it is a good thing to think deeply, it is better than letting others bully you.

His gaze was undisguised, and Tan Huiyue followed his gaze, and saw Yun Zhuo sleeping on his stomach on the Zhanglu Terrace.He clicked his tongue and thought to himself: Mr. Xie cares too much about the little girl. When the school opened in February, he seemed to come here on the first night to see her. I also heard about it a few days ago. He was swimming with Miss Yun Si hand in hand, and he didn't think much about it at that time, but he didn't expect that he would look at her so brightly today.

Thousands of thoughts merged into one sentence: It turns out that the famous and clean-looking flowers can only be seen from a distance and cannot be played with. Mr. Xie also likes to be old and disrespectful!He stroked his beard and smiled.

Yun Zhuo took a nap, and the drum beat again.The second trial of policy theory began.When the time came, someone rang the gong, and the teacher came to collect the manuscript.After two exams in the morning, it was time to eat. Everyone dispersed in Zhanglutai, or went to the canteen, or to the restaurant outside the academy.It wasn't until the end of the day that they gathered again. The next two sessions, like the morning, started with drumming. The instructor distributed the bamboo slips with the questions written, and the students wrote the explanations on the rice paper. The gong stopped writing, and the teacher received the manuscripts again.

After four rounds, the essay test is over.The sky also darkened, and the evening was approaching, and the lights in the academy were lit.

(End of this chapter)