White Snake Demonstration Walk

Chapter 166 Painting Boat, Court Hall

Although Xiaoqing was angry in her heart, she thought that Qiao Chenan's going to the boat was just a daytime publicity, but she didn't show up recklessly, thinking secretly in her heart, she might as well follow behind, and wait for Qiao Chenan to do that mediocre thing He reappeared from time to time, so if he caught his evil deeds on the spot, it would be regarded as having evidence, and we will see how he quibbles when the time comes.

Thinking of this, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he felt a burst of pride. This time, he finally managed to catch the opponent's scandal, and it was also regarded as avenging the humiliation of being caught when he stole the silver, so he quietly followed.

Qiao Chen'an naturally didn't know that Xiaoqing would mistake him for a prostitute, and wanted to take this opportunity to teach him a lesson. If he knew Xiaoqing's thoughts at this time, he would swear to the sky immediately, even if the two lives were human. However, such a thing has never been done once, and it is definitely a good person who has been wronged greatly.

But thinking about it, with Xiaoqing's temperament, she would never believe him.

Qiao Chen'an didn't encounter any obstacles along the way, and he didn't feel it when he was by the lake, but now after boarding the boat, he realized that the scale of the painting boat under his feet was huge, which was several times that of other similar boats. On the fifth floor, the eaves and teeth are pecked high, carved and lacquered, showing a gorgeous state.

There was no one on the wide deck, and the sound of silk and bamboo orchestra came from the attic in the middle of the boat.

Qiao Chenan didn't stop walking, went straight into the boat room, followed the faint voices of people to the third floor, turned around the corner of the building, and saw no less than dozens of scholars gathered in a hall in the center, divided into left and right Qiao Chenan looked at the two factions, and saw many familiar faces among the group of scholars on the left, who must be students from a few academies in Hangzhou, but at the moment these people's expressions were not very good, on the contrary, the one on the right side of the hall The group of scholars looked calm, with a hint of contempt in their expressions.

Except for the dozens of people in this hall, the walls on both sides of the hall have been removed to connect several other halls. At a glance, they are all scholars dressed as scholars. It seems that these dozens of people were selected by the two parties. The person who competes.

After Qiao Chen'an thought about it, he probably made a judgment in his heart, but at this moment, everyone's attention was in the main hall, and no one noticed him for a while.

Qiao Chen'an walked slowly to the place where the scholars gathered in Hangzhou City, and looked intently at the two groups of people in that scene.

Xiaoqing came here with Qiao Chen'an, and also found a relatively hidden place to prevent being discovered by the latter, but after seeing the scene in front of her, she couldn't help but hesitate in her heart, how could there be so many people gathered here? The scholar, isn't this guy here to do that kind of thing?

At this time, in the listening field, a tall young man came out of a group of scholars on the right, saluted all the scholars of Hangzhou Academy, and said, "My name is Liu, who is from Baiyuan Academy in Zhuzhou City. People, my younger brother is not talented, but I think I still have some attainments in poetry and articles, so I want to ask you for advice. I use the word "rain" as my intention."

It's just that although he was polite, there was no respect in his expression. On the contrary, there seemed to be a trace of contempt in his brows, and he opened his mouth and said: "The rain is steaming, the clouds are dark, and the sunset is full of fragrance. Under the window, repay this effort to Liang."

After Liu Ming finished reciting a poem, he bowed his hands to the students of Hangzhou Academy and said, "You're showing your ugliness." Everyone behind him applauded and praised. Although Liu Ming's poem is not a masterpiece, it has a perfect artistic conception. The rhetoric is appropriate, and it can be called a masterpiece. All eyes are on the scholar in Hangzhou.

After hearing Liu Ming's poem, all the scholars in Hangzhou frowned and thought about it. They had already lost a bit in yesterday's competition, but today they can't be suppressed no matter what. Being destroyed is naturally not what everyone wants to see.

After a while, a young scholar came out of the crowd and came to the venue, reciting: "The cold night is drizzly and rainy, and thunder is everywhere. I ask you what you think, there is an old friend in Nanshan."

Qiao Chen'an had a vague impression of this person. It seemed that he was a student from another small academy in Hangzhou city. Not the one written by Liu Ming, but it is rare to be able to do it in a hurry.

This competition of poems and songs is not only a test of one's true talents and learning, but also a test of everyone's quick wit.

Then Liu Ming was not surprised to see someone match up, he seemed to have expected it long ago, in fact, whoever can represent the competition between scholars in a city has no real skills, and wants to defeat the opponent in one or two rounds There is no possibility at all, so after thinking for a while, he chanted again: "Tonight on the fifteenth night of August, the cold rain is unbearable. Where is Rushuang, Wushan Yueshui and thousands of clouds."

Although the language and rhetoric of this poem is not as gorgeous as the first one, the artistic conception is much higher.

After Fang Jing thought for a while from Hangzhou Academy, a man came out. He was dark-skinned and tall, but he was Ning Caichen. He only heard him say: "Jinshu Xiaoxiao Hotel is empty, sit and watch the sparse leaves and Xiaojiehong. Thousands of miles away from my hometown, there is a cry of returning geese." In the mist and rain."

This poem is much better than the previous one, and it is not worse than Liu Ming's, but the other party's poem is only Liu Ming, but Hangzhou Academy has changed two people, and anyone with a discerning eye knows that it is inferior.

Liu Ming didn't say anything, just smiled slightly, and opened his mouth to sing another song. Hangzhou Academy is two against one, and it has already taken advantage of it. Anyway, it is not good to send a third person, otherwise, even if Even if he won this match, he couldn't justify it on the surface.

That Liu Ming seemed to have real talent and learning, but after a few rounds, Ning Caichen and the previous person were defeated, and there was nothing to match.

Liu Ming smiled casually and returned to his seat. After Ning Caichen returned to his seat, hearing the laughter coming from the opposite side, his expression turned ugly, and he cupped his hands and apologized: "I am incompetent, but I have brought shame on our academy. "

The rest of the people kept asking where they were, knowing that the group of people in front of them might not have come prepared, otherwise, how could it be possible for a single talent to sing several masterpieces in a short period of time, not to mention that Liu Ming is here. There was no big name before, and he was not a famous person.

But this is just their guess. Even if it is true, they have no evidence in hand, and what they say will only make people look down on them in vain. This kind of indecent method of slandering the other party, until then, is really beyond debate, and the yellow mud falls into the crotch—it's either shit or shit.

In the next few matches, the Baiyuan Academy side replaced several players, and the fight almost made everyone in the Hangzhou Academy helpless.

At this time, the opponent was a young man of short stature, less than five feet, with mouse eyes and hare lips, and his appearance was not flattering. Seeing this, he couldn't help but sarcastically said: "I have always heard that Hangzhou scholars are very knowledgeable, since ancient times. There are many outstanding people, who are famous in Kyushu, never thought that being famous is worse than meeting each other, so it turns out that what is said outside are just rumors... Hehe!" The irony in the words is self-evident.

Everyone in Baiyuan Academy laughed unscrupulously when they heard the words. The people from these academies were all instructed by the dean when they came. This trip must severely dampen the morale of Hangzhou Academy, and it is best to suppress them. I can't hold my head up, and even the academy can no longer recruit disciples, so it's better to close down.

These students have been reciting the Four Books and Five Classics at home since they were young, and how did they know that there is hidden behind this college competition, the struggle between the two big officials in the current court, or even the two factions, as courtiers of the emperor, Although it seems to have infinite scenery, it is actually infinitely dangerous, like a raging boat, which is in danger of capsizing at any time.

Don't look at the current situation, but I don't know how many senior officials have died in the struggle of the court for no reason. Therefore, almost everyone has a few friends in the court, who support each other and form a faction.But human beings are not saints, and they will eventually grow old. Once they step down and lose the power in their hands, they will be overshadowed by their opponents at some point, and their death will be unclear.

Therefore, long before they resigned from their official positions, these people had already found a way out for themselves to ensure the safety of their homes, otherwise, they might not even be able to sleep peacefully.

However, most of the academies in the world are great Confucian scholars who have retired, and the courtiers run them as their retreat.

There are factions in the court, and naturally there are also in the academy.And the current competition among the academies is just a microcosm of the struggle in the court.

But who among the people present understands this?

After hearing the other party's words, Ning Caichen seemed to be angry in his heart, his face flushed, and he argued: "Hmph, if Brother Chen An is here, how can it be your turn to be arrogant here!?"

As soon as this remark was made, the students from the Hangzhou Academy responded one after another and echoed it repeatedly. Qiao Chenan showed amazing talent when he first arrived in Hangzhou, defeated Zhang Mingcheng of Yuezhou, and was accepted as a disciple by Wang Lizhi. He is known as "Hangzhou's No. [-] Talented Scholar", and having this title is obviously a kind of recognition and respect for his talent and learning.

Of course, although many people nodded in agreement, they didn't think that Qiao Chen'an could turn the situation around here. No matter how talented he was, he could defeat one person, two people, and he could still beat the other party with his own strength. Dozens of scholars fail?The reason why I say this is just to fight for a step down.

When Ning Caichen mentioned Qiao Chen'an, a look of grief flashed across his face. Qiao Chen'an went back to his hometown with him and managed to save his wife's life. Such a stunningly talented person was killed by evil spirits during the disaster in Jingci Temple, he really is jealous of the talent.What's more, it has been two months since he disappeared, I'm afraid it's more ominous.

After the short young man heard Ning Caichen's words, he chuckled and said indifferently: "Then Qiao Chen'an has a certain reputation, but it's a pity that he is already a dead ghost. Even if he is still alive, it doesn't matter to me. It's just a person who has earned his name! Even if he is here, why should I be afraid!"

Seeing his sarcasm, Xiaoqing, who was watching the excitement from the sidelines, felt disgusted and loathed for no reason, and secretly thought that this person won and that’s all, but his heart is really low, and he doesn’t look like a scholar at all. Humiliated by the scholars of Daxia, he rolled his eyes and waved his jade hand lightly at him.

The short scholar was laughing triumphantly, but suddenly he let out a scream, and a light slap print appeared on his cheek, covering his face and shouting: "Who hit me!?"

After yelling for a long time, he saw a group of people all looking at him with weird eyes, but there was no one around him, but this slap was really received, it really is hell, is it possible that he is crazy?Frowning and rubbing his cheeks, he secretly said that he was unlucky, so he had no choice but to admit that he was unlucky.

Seeing this, Xiaoqing immediately covered her mouth and became petite, and murmured softly: "I call you arrogant!" As she spoke, she subconsciously looked in Qiao Chenan's direction, and sure enough, seeing the latter with a serious expression, staring at the short scholar in the field, she thought to herself : "Unexpectedly, this man doesn't look very good, but he is quite famous among scholars. I actually underestimated him. But he came to bully me. It's really hateful."

Until now, how could she not know that she had wrongly blamed Qiao Chen'an earlier, but she was a little curious about him in her heart. The other party obviously looked like an ordinary scholar, but he had practiced Taoism, and he suddenly seemed mysterious to her.

The short scholar looked in the direction of the students in Hangzhou, and said contemptuously: "Why, can't there be no one who can write a poem about lotus?"

Ning Caichen and the other students were extremely ashamed when they heard the words, and they gritted their teeth, but at this moment they heard someone chanting loudly from behind:

"After all, in the middle of June in West Lake, the scenery is not the same as that in four seasons. The lotus leaves are infinitely blue in the sky, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun."

When everyone was surprised, they saw a figure in green shirt stepping into the hall, looking at the short scholar with a cold expression, and said: "Chongwen Academy, Qiao Chen is here."

(End of this chapter)