Chapter 72 The Sapphire Case Lantern Festival
Zhao Yuwen was so enthusiastic that Zhou Yi had no choice but to go with them. The familiar people took Zhou Yi to a restaurant called "Zuixianglou", went straight to the second floor, and sat by the window. The bustling and bustling panoramic view.
Zhao Yuwen introduced: "This Zuixianglou is the most famous restaurant in Beiyuan Fucheng. If it weren't for Brother Ma, we wouldn't be able to get the seat so easily.
" The scholar bowed his hands to Zhou Yi, and he was Ma Yang, around twenty-four or five, with a square face, he was not so handsome among the "Four Great Talents", and he was also the oldest.
"I've heard Brother Yuwen mention Zhou Xiucai's name a long time ago. I finally meet you today. It's a pleasure to meet you." Ma Yang spoke in a steady tone, and his eyes were full of sincerity. He was a person who made the other party feel comfortable when getting along with him.
Zhou Yi smiled and said, "Brother Zhao's absurd praise." Although Zhao Yuwen was much older than Zhou Yi, both of them were talents, so Zhou Yi naturally called him Brother Zhao.
Ma Yang also smiled when he heard the words: "Zhou Xiucai is too modest."
"Humph!" At this moment, Huang An, who was sitting on Zhou Yi's right hand, who was wearing white clothes, suddenly snorted, and said disdainfully: "I also think Brother Zhao is ridiculous. Praise, if this Zhou Xiucai is really talented, why not have Zhou Xiucai's splendid works circulated?" After speaking, he glanced at Zhou Yi lightly.
The originally happy atmosphere was completely destroyed by Huang An's snort. Huang An is a scholar who passed the exam last year. He is younger than Zhao Yuwen. He is well-known for his talent in Nanyuan Prefecture. He was born in a wealthy family with a golden spoon in his mouth. Zhao Yuwen was blessed with real talent and learning, but Zhou Yi, who was admitted as a scholar at the age of ten, overwhelmed him in this aspect, and Zhao Yuwen said that Zhou Yi's poetic talent was also outstanding. What he is most proud of is that he wants to prove himself.
Zhao Yuwen's complexion was not good, after all, he was the one who introduced Zhou Yi to these people, he forced a smile: "Brother Huang, we are all from Nanyuan Fucheng, and we can be regarded as fellow villagers, shouldn't we live in harmony when we are away from home? "
Huang An opened the fan with a swipe, and shook it: "When I make friends with Huang An, I don't care about whether the same hometown is different. Unless this Zhou Xiucai comes up with a work that impresses me, otherwise I will not agree."
Listen After Huang An's words, Zhou Yi shook his head and chuckled.
Huang An's expression changed: "What are you laughing at?"
Zhou Yi poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and said with a smile, "It just so happens that I don't make friends with everyone, and what Huang Xiucai said is exactly what I want!"
"What do you mean, do you look down on me?" Huang An stood up abruptly, pointing at Zhou Yi angrily.
Zhou Yi shook his head, tsk tsk, he's still too young, just one sentence made this kid so angry? Seeing Huang An's appearance like a cat with its fur fried, Zhou Yi felt evil in his heart: "Which onion are you? Why should I prove it to you!
" Now, I want to compete with you to see who is the real talent!" Huang An jumped up angrily and said through gritted teeth.
Zhou Yi put down the teacup calmly, and whispered two words: "No comparison." Suffocating you to death! Zhou Yi knew that Huang An had the common problem of most talented young men, he was arrogant about his talent, and felt that everyone in the world except himself was an idiot, and his mind was not necessarily so bad. I wondered if Zheng Zhicheng was amused. Zhou Yi always wanted to tease the teenagers, and he found it very interesting to see them jumping in anger.
Most of the people sitting on this floor are scholars. The "Four Great Talents" have gained a lot of fame in Beiyuan Prefecture in the past few days. Even if some people recognized them, they came forward to say hello one after another. It was quite lively.
Huang An sat on the seat angrily, glaring at Zhou Yi from time to time.
Zhao Yuwen looked at Huang An as a child, while the real child Zhou Yi was calm and complacent as an adult, the comparison is so funny no matter how you look at it. He knew Zhou Yi's dark belly, and he had suffered a few times at the opponent's hands.
Seeing Huang An's appearance of being driven to death by Zhou Yi again, he couldn't help but think of himself back then, and smiled in his heart, Zhou Yi was really funny this time.
After a group of people greeted each other in a noisy manner, someone said that they were playing drinking orders, and Huang An was the first to jump up, "I'll come first, and I'll throw bricks to attract jade." After speaking, he gave Zhou Yi a demonstrative look.
Zhou Yi, however, acted as if he hadn't seen him, and drank tea by himself. This made Huang An very angry again, he deeply felt that he was like a monkey jumping up and down in front of this little furry boy. '
Don't say, Huang An really has two brushes, and he finished a poem, which aroused applause from all the halls. Someone praised: "Brother Huang An will definitely be on the high school list this time."
Huang An hummed proudly.
Later, almost everyone, good or bad, wrote a poem, and the only one who didn't speak was Zhou Yi. Someone said: "Brother, why don't you participate?"
Zhou Yi rubbed his nose, "I don't know how to compose poetry."
Huang An sneered a few times: "Don't talk about it, I'm a 15-year-old Nanyuan Fucheng Academy Examination The chief of the case, how could he not know how to write poems, it’s nothing more than saving face for me!” He just wanted to force Zhou Yi to open his mouth, to see if there was anyone who won the first case at the age of ten and was admired by Zhao Yuwen What a big deal!
"It's actually the first case in the court trial. Disrespect and disrespect!" Everyone said respectfully for a while. It is true that the people here are scholars, but there is a huge difference in gold content between the top and bottom scholars, and Zhou Yicai's age is even more remarkable.
"Let's write a song at the head of Zhou's case. Is it true that Brother Huang said that we are all mediocre people and not worthy of appreciating your masterpiece?" Someone in the crowd sneered.
The head of the juvenile court examination at the age of ten, and the candidate for the provincial examination at the age of 13, this extraordinary resume will make people amazed, and naturally it will arouse the jealousy of some people. What's more, those scholars who are over half a century old feel that Zhou Yi is on an equal footing with them at a young age, and they feel even more angry.
They worked so hard for most of their lives to be admitted as a scholar, but this little guy easily got the top case in the college examination, how unfair the heavens are!
Since Zhou Yi said that he can't compose poetry, then force him to speak. If he shows timidity, it can be regarded as making a fool of this young talent.
Even Zhao Yuwen looked at Zhou Yi eagerly. He didn't want to make Zhou Yi look bad, but simply wanted to appreciate Zhou Yi's masterpiece.
Zhou Yi sighed softly, this was the second time he encountered such a scene, the first time the person who wanted to make him look ugly was Zhao Yuwen, this time more people forced him.
Why is it so difficult to be a handsome man quietly? It seems that he has to pretend to be aggressive again.
"Okay, then you guys come up with questions." Zhou Yi had no choice but to say.
Huang Anha let out a sound, shook his fan and said, "It's the Lantern Festival tonight, and the streets are very lively. If Zhou Xiucai, why not write a poem about the street scene of the Lantern Festival, regardless of poetry or music." "Yes, write a song
, Make a song..." Huang An said, and people behind him echoed.
Ma Yang looked at Zhou Yi firmly. From the beginning to the end, he was the only one other than Zhao Yuwen who didn't express excessive words to Zhou Yi. He only had curiosity in his eyes.
"Okay, let me think about it." Zhou Yi nodded.
Huang An laughed: "Don't worry, don't worry, just think about it slowly, even if you think about it all night, it doesn't matter, we all can afford to wait! Do you think so!" "Yes..." Everyone coaxed loudly
.
This is a run on Zhou Yi. If he really thinks about it overnight, even if he really writes some excellent poems, these people may have something to wait for him.
Zhou Yi smiled nonchalantly, "It won't work for one night." After speaking, he frowned and thought about which song should be used to frighten these bumpkins.
To be honest, although there are many famous poems, he is not a Chinese major, and he can remember only those famous poems.
If these masterpieces are brought out, will there be any suspicion of cannon hitting mosquitoes!
Forget it, it's good to completely frighten this group of people, lest they keep buzzing in his ears like mosquitoes. Zhou Yi secretly apologized to Xin Qiji: "Great talent Xin, I'm sorry, I'll borrow your great work."
"This is the first ci, and the name of the ci is Qingyu Case." Zhou Yi said.
"Sapphire case, there are people writing this poem, but there are no well-known good poems." Huang An said disdainfully, there is also a poem titled Qingyu case in this world, but of course it didn't come from "Beauty gave me a beautiful paragraph, how can I repay it with Qingyu?" "Case", he raised his head high, and wanted to see what kind of poem Zhou Yi would write.
"This ci card is a bit biased. It's only used in cold ditties. I don't think Zhou Yi is very talented this week." "Don't say that, he won the first place in the
court examination at a young age, and he is from Nanyuan Prefecture. Not much better than you and me!" Someone said,
"Hmph, so what if you passed the court examination, are there still few cases of hurting Zhongyong? Besides, what we are looking at now is not who can write articles, but poetry. This guy is so Little, what good work can you make? Just look at the name of this ci tablet, and you will know how petty it is!"
After hearing the name of Zhou Yi's ci tablet, the crowd discussed a lot.
Zhou Yi pretended not to hear.
"Zhou Yi, the name of your ci tablet is Qingyu Case, what about the name of your ci?" Although Zhao Yuwen frowned when he heard the name of the ci tablet, he still had great expectations for Zhou Yi's ci. His poems are cited as confidantes.
"The name of the word, let's call it Lantern Festival." "Hahaha ...
" As soon as Zhou Yi finished speaking, Huang An hugged his stomach and laughed, "The name of Zhou's head is really simple and tight!"
laughter.
Indeed, the name Zhou Yi is too simple and unpretentious, and it is incompatible with today's poetic style that pursues gorgeous rhetoric.
"What are you laughing at, my young master is a Wenqu star descending to earth, how can you be comparable to ordinary people like you!" Qingzhu heard the group of people laughing at Zhou Yi from behind, and couldn't hold back her anger for a long time. Seeing this guy surnamed Huang talking so annoyingly, Can't help but refute.
"Hahahaha..." It's okay if Qingzhu didn't say anything, everyone in the room burst into laughter when he said it, "Wen Quxing is down to earth, what an awesome person dares to say that, of course a scholar, everyone thinks they are extraordinary, In the bottom of my heart, there are many people who secretly think that they are the stars of Wenqu, but no one speaks out, and who dares to speak out without a great talent who shocked the world!
"Master..." Qing Zhu's eyes were red, he knew that he had caused Zhou Yi trouble.
Zhou Yi pressed his shoulder, shook his head, and said to everyone in the room with a calm expression: "The book boy is so innocent, I made everyone laugh!
" What kind of capabilities does this down-to-earth Wenquxing have!" Huang An almost burst into tears with laughter, and said while playing tears.
"Of course I can't compare to everyone. As for Wenquxing, it's just a book boy's joke. Don't take it seriously." He dared not recite this code name, otherwise he might not be able to survive in the future.
Fortunately, these people only listened to it as a joke, and no one cared.
Zhou Yi came to the paper and ink that had been laid out long ago, paused for a while, and began to write with a pen and paper, and everyone gathered around him to look at it. They are all people who have passed the examination of scholars, and they naturally have good eyesight. As soon as Zhou Yi wrote, someone exclaimed, "Good calligraphy, good calligraphy!
" The aura he showed couldn't hide the slightest bit.
Huang An narrowed his eyes when he saw it, and then tilted his head, hum, so what if the handwriting is good, but it doesn't mean that the poetry is also good.
Standing next to Zhao Yuwen, Ma Yang looked at Zhou Yi's words with admiration: "This word is really amazing, much better than mine. Brother Zhao, do you know Zhou Yi?" His words made Zhao Yuwen smile bitterly
, Thinking of the scene where I wanted to make Zhou Yi look ugly at the student banquet, but I didn't expect him to be convinced by myself, and sighed: "I don't know him very well. Zhou Yi greets people with a smile all day long, but to be honest, I look at him Impenetrable."
"Oh..." Ma Yang looked at Zhou Yi thoughtfully.
At this time, Zhou Yi had already started to write the text, and every time he wrote a sentence, someone read it.
"Eastern wind blows flowers and thousands of trees at night. It blows more and falls, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road. The sound of the phoenix flute, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.
" The second floor of the building was suddenly silent.
"Dongfeng puts flowers and thousands of trees at night..." Someone muttered these words, deeply fascinated.
"The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night... What beautiful words!" Ma Yang muttered these words softly, shocked in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh.
Huang An's eyes were also full of shock at this time, he stared at the few words on the rice paper, as if he wanted to see a hole.
"Write down the que quickly, write down quickly..." Some people saw Zhou Yi paused and hurriedly urged. For those who love poetry, this poem is simply a peerless beauty. The gauze, making people want to tear off that layer of tulle so that they can see the whole picture, how shocking it is.
Zhou Yi smiled slightly, flipped his wrist, and continued to write on the rice paper: "The moth snow willow is golden strands, and the laughter is full of fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times. Looking back, the man is there, in a dimly lit place." "Ah
... ..." Someone couldn't help exclaiming.
Huang An was immediately fascinated: "I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly I looked back, but the man was in a dimly lit place..." The
scene is written in the upper part, and the love is written in the lower part. The scene is beautiful and the love is intoxicating. , the finishing touch of the whole word is in the last sentence, can those people who are struggling on the imperial examination road also find a home?
Zhou Yi put down his pen, and when everyone was in a trance, he took the green bamboo and floated away.
When everyone came back to their senses, they realized that Zhou Yi had already left.
Ma Yang quickly picked up the pen and ink: "I will collect this word for Zhou Yi."
"Why give it to you, I also want..." Huang An also grabbed the other side of the rice paper, opened his eyes wide and refused to budge. But worried about tearing the paper, both of them carefully controlled their strength.
But the two of them were not the only ones who wanted this poem, and soon others joined in the fight.
In the audience, only Zhao Yuwen stood quietly and muttered to himself: "It's ridiculous that I still want to compete with him. It turns out that the gap between us is like fireflies and the brilliance of the sun and the moon." On the way back,
Zhou Yi sullenly Without saying a word, Qingzhu walked behind cautiously, and went all the way back to the house, then Qingzhu knelt down, and said tearfully: "Master, I was wrong..." Zhou Yi hummed lightly, and tapped his fingers on the table
. Knocking, there was no emotion on his face, "What's wrong?"
"I shouldn't be talking nonsense in front of so many people." Qing Zhu buried her head down and said in frustration.
Zhou Yi hummed: "It's not too stupid. Remember, it doesn't matter what you say in front of me, but you must know what to say and what not to say in front of outsiders." "I see, young master.
" Qingzhu sniffed.
Seeing his pitiful appearance, Zhou Yi sighed, "Get up, and keep your mouth shut from now on." "
Yes, young master, I will stop talking nonsense from now on." Qing Zhu stood up and said in a hurry.
Zhou Yi pinched his nose and felt a headache. Now he understood why the teacher would beat him up whenever he made a joke. He was really afraid that he would be so careless outside.
But Qingzhu is different from him, Zhou Yi naturally knows what to say to whoever he is facing, but Qingzhu doesn't necessarily have to, it's not a big problem today, if others hear it, it's just Qingzhu bragging about protecting the lord, but in the future, what if He can't distinguish the nonsense of serious occasions, isn't that cheating him! So this bad habit must be corrected by Qingzhu.
On the second day, as soon as Zhou Yi woke up, Qingzhu said excitedly: "Master, do you know that the poem you sat on last night is now spread all over Beiyuan Prefecture? I got your calligraphy, and I almost got into a fight!"
Zhou Yi rubbed his forehead, trouble came again, and he made up his mind that no matter how much others force him in the future, he can't be so high-profile.
What Qingzhu said is correct, Zhou Yi's Qingyu Case. The Lantern Festival was completely popular in Beiyuan Prefecture, and those scholars read it like a fascination. Even the girls by the Yishui River changed the song to a tune, playing and singing softly and softly.
In the past few days, many people have been looking for him, all of whom invited him to participate in this poetry meeting or that literary meeting, which made Zhou Yi very annoying. Simply hide in the house and never go out again.
Boss Mao is a businessman, and he knows all the troubles in Beiyuan Prefecture. When he came back, he sighed to Mrs. Mao: "It's incredible, there is really a unicorn living in our house!" "Master, what do you say?
" Madam Mao poured Boss Mao a cup of tea and asked.
"You don't know, today I was outside, and I heard a lot of people admiring a poem, calling it a peerless poem. Anyway, it means that this poem is very well written. Who do you think wrote this poem?" Mrs. Mao
covered With a smile on his mouth, "Since the master mentioned Zhou Xiucai who lives in our house, then this poem is naturally related to him!"
Boss Mao smiled shyly, this is not the pleasure of telling secrets lightly at all!
"Master, you said that Zhou Xiucai is so outstanding, he is compatible with our family..." Madam Mao said after deliberation.
Boss Mao spit out a sip of tea: "What are you thinking? We are a family of small merchants, and Yuan'er looks mediocre. You dare to think about it!
" Have you thought about it?" Madam Mao said unwillingly.
Boss Mao shook his head amusedly, pointed at Mrs. Mao and said, "Not to mention the big difference in age, but to Zhou Xiucai himself. His family is rich and he has a bright future. Naturally, you, our daughter, look very good at it. Okay, but you pat your chest and say something from the bottom of your heart, Yuaner is really worthy of Zhou Xiucai?"
When he said this, Madam Mao had nothing to say, so she just said: "It doesn't matter if you deserve it or not. How do you know it will work if you haven’t tried it?”
“Hurry up and get rid of your unrealistic thoughts, we have finally established a relationship with Zhou Xiucai, if you ask so rashly, don’t let him alienate us again!”
Mrs. Mao had no choice but to say no more.
Zhou Yi didn't know that he had become a favorite, he hid in his room these few days and devoted himself to reading, but he also enjoyed himself.
Zhou Yi's Ci became famous in Nanyuan Fucheng and was sought after by everyone, but as the date of publishing the rankings approached, the popularity finally subsided. It depends on whether you can be nominated for Guibang.
As the time for unveiling the list approached, Qingzhu became more and more anxious. He could turn around the room eight hundred times a day, and kept chanting. Zhou Yi listened carefully and found that what he was chanting was: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, Tathagata Buddha, Jade Emperor, Taishang Laojun, Wenquxing Immortal, Yuelao God... I beg you to bless the young master to go to high school!" He
almost worshiped all the gods he could think of. Zhou Yi couldn't laugh or cry: "You have worshiped so many Bodhisattvas, so you are not afraid that the gods will blame you for being insincere. You are a fool? Why don't you let the young master do it
for me instead?"
You will definitely pass high school." Qingzhu said it seriously, and insisted that Zhou Yi pooh a few times to spit out his frustration.
Zhou Yi laughed, but couldn't stand his pestering, so he did as usual.
On the day when the rankings were released, the air in Beiyuan Fucheng, where there were students living in inns, temples, and rented houses, was extremely anxious.
Everyone was waiting with bated breath, as if the last moment of calm in a volcanic eruption, even Boss Mao stayed at home today in order to know whether Zhou Yi was on the list as soon as possible.
In the rural examination, the government is the first to report the case, and then post the list in the afternoon.
So on this day, the ears of the people in the city seemed to grow a little bit, listening to the horseshoes or footsteps of the official announcer, for fear of missing a piece of information.
"Da da da..." Around nine o'clock in the morning, the sound of horseshoes finally sounded.
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