Song Beiyun

After tidying up casually to make Zuo Rou look less like a woman, Song Beiyun took out a piece of fine charcoal wrapped in paper. Zuo Rou recognized this pen, and it was one of Song Beiyun's strange things, but it was written with It is really convenient to write, no ink or inkstone is needed, just grab it and write.

"Look good, memorize it for me." Song Beiyun finished: "If you ask me, you can say that you think of your father's glorious past and express your feelings."

"Hurry up!" Zuo Rou is a girl after all, and her vanity is no worse than anyone else's. Now that Song Beiyun has said this, she is naturally impatient: "I want to see, you muddy legs can write a very."

Song Beiyun held a simple pencil and wrote on the table: "Bringing a hundred couples to travel, recalling the long and turbulent years of the past. It's just a classmate who is young, in the prime of life. Bookish, scolding Fang Qiu. Pointing to the country, stimulating words, dung Back then, the prince of ten thousand households. Do you ever remember that when you hit the water in the middle of the current, the waves stopped the flying boat?"

After finishing writing, he looked at Zuo Rou: "Have you written it down?"

"That's natural!" Zuo Rou raised her chin: "I'm born with a good memory."

"Go."

"Really?"

"I don't know if it will work or not, but this group of people will be fine after a while." Song Beiyun smiled and said, "Just go."

Zuo Rou still trusts him very much, and she is also thick-skinned. Just on the verge of the princess's explosion, she finally stood up, walked straight to the paper, picked up the pen and began to recall what Song Beiyun wrote just now, and drew according to the same pattern The gourd was copied.

Princess Ruibao thought Zuo Rou was here to play around at first, but after the first sentence came out, her expression changed. When she wrote about classmate Qia as a teenager, she was so excited that she clapped her hands and applauded, even Sister Rou almost couldn't control her breath and was about to yell out.

When Zuo Rou finished writing, she remembered Song Beiyun's words, dropped the pen and ran away, returned to her seat, and then sat there staring at Song Beiyun.

"It's over."

Song Beiyun sighed, but Zuo Rou didn't understand at all: "Huh?"

"I let you go...I told you to run away from here, and then I ran with you again. You're fine...you're back?"

When they blamed each other, the princess had already shown the lower half of the que in front of everyone. Although the upper and lower ques felt a little like a temporary patchwork, it was understandable if they insisted on explaining, and the lower half of the que Part of the momentum is completely in line with the title of the upper half. One is the scenery of the north and the other is the torrent of the south. Watching it up and down makes people's blood surge. Even a princess, a woman, has a heroic spirit suddenly enlightened. Spontaneously.

"Rou..." The princess stopped him in time, and then pointed at Zuo Rou: "That genius... No, no, definitely wrong."

In the middle of the princess's speech, she suddenly walked in front of Zuorou quickly, and Song Beiyun saw it and slid directly under the table.

But before he could make a concave shape, a corner of the tablecloth was lifted, and then he stared at Princess Ruibao who was squatting there.

Seeing him, the princess sneered, then looked up at Zuo Rou, stood up and put her hands on the table: "Sister Rou, you are so brave."

Zuo Rou looked at the ceiling and hummed a song.

"I'll wait for you to explain it to me."

"Farewell!" Zuo Rou directly pulled Song Beiyun out of the table, led him and ran away.

Princess Ruibao stared blankly at them running out, her eyes turned twice on Zuo Rou and then on the hands they were holding, and her thoughts immediately became clear.

"Even if you can run on the first day of the junior high school, can you still run to the fifteenth?" The princess came to the window sill and looked at the two people who were already on the street: "Hmph."

Song Beiyun glanced back at her, then dragged Zuo Rou back into the night and disappeared into the night. Seeing this scene, the princess muttered to herself, "Well, sister Rou, it's no wonder you refuse to marry even if you die. Wild man."

But the wild man returns to the wild man, this word is very well written, but the princess is somewhat familiar with that man, but he can't remember where he has seen it.

But it doesn't matter, she managed to catch Zuorou's little tail, can she still escape?

Looking back at the newly written second half, the princess stared at it for a long time, then she suddenly remembered the bastard who wrote the first half that day...

The appearance of that bastard gradually became clear in his memory, and the wild man with Sister Rou just now looked at each other under the table... The images of the two people gradually overlapped, the princess widened her eyes, smiled, secretly prodded He snorted: "It doesn't take much effort to get here."

But after finding it, I still have to maintain the place here. She turned around and returned to the complete poem, and began to read it again. Apart from her, there were many people watching, and everyone was watching. Commentary.

They all said that the two flaws are perfect, it is a match made in heaven, the princess is deeply impressed, but it always feels a little strange, but I am afraid that no one here can explain it to her, so she doesn't care about the face of these talents, Putting away the queer words, he turned around and apologized, and hurried away.

After she left, the party continued, but Mr. Wang seemed really shameless. First, his words were thrown there like waste paper by the princess, and even the inkstone he gave her was put in front Did not take away.

This is blatant contempt!He, the eldest grandson of Wen Shenggong, was humiliated by a princess today, not to mention that sissy student later, he didn't look like a famous person, but why did he do that? a word from ?

"Yingchun, let's go!"

"Yes...young master." The book boy responded, "The inkstone..."

"No more."

Prince Wang left with a livid face, and as soon as he left, the group of students became lively, discussing the scene just now.

Although it is said that Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second, anyone with a discerning eye can see the gap between the two. Let alone the momentum inside, the wording alone is already very different. The grandson really became a grandson at this moment.

The face was completely wiped out, and the more important thing is that the princess really regarded Wen Shenggong's grandson as a fart, and he really didn't look straight at the whole process.

This scene quickly became a joke among scholars, and spread like a virus with the mouths of this group of people.

At this moment, Princess Ruibao had already put the complete word on his father's desk as if offering a treasure, while King Fu stared at the word without moving for a while.

"Daddy...Father! Whether it is good or bad, you can tell me."

"These are two poems." Fu Wang finally came back to his senses, and let out a long breath: "This... what kind of genius and courage is this?"

"What? Two poems? But my daughter seems quite suitable."

"Appropriate is appropriate, but if the two capitals can be presented, it will be the real masterpiece of the ages." King Fu looked at the mixture of Xue and Changsha again: "Great atmosphere! It is really atmospheric! The dung was once tens of thousands of households! Magnificent!"

Chapter 26: On April 4st, it was sunny and pear blossoms bloomed like snow

Song Beiyun didn't know what had happened in the past few days, but now he was locked in the room to study every day, Auntie Fanhong gave it to him, Aqiao washed his clothes, even Yexiang was poured for him.

Anyway, I can do whatever I want, but I can’t go out. Yusheng will check his homework every day, and usually have a long talk with him every day.

Today's content is about how many romantic and talented people in the past and present have not been allowed to be officials, and how many amazing people have become corrupt officials.

Brother Yusheng said: "Brother knows your thoughts, you hate this world, but if you are just like this, isn't this world still stinking? Although you don't complain, but you have fire in your heart, brother knows it. If one's talents are wasted in poetry, poetry, landscapes and fields, then it is a disappointment to the kindness of the heavens."

"Brother Yusheng..."

"I'm not as talented and intelligent as you, but I can see that you have some ambitions in your heart. If you have ambitions, then go and display them. Success or failure, knowing that you have sinned against you, only spring and autumn, a hundred years After all, there will always be future generations who will remember you. After all, it is this little one. Song Beiyun under Jinling City, was extremely talented but depressed and unsuccessful. It is still so thick and colorful. Everyone who reads history books sighs for this Song Beiyun. It’s all just Between your thoughts."

Song Beiyun sat there silently, but Yusheng just sighed: "No matter how talented your poems and songs are, and no matter how many princes and nobles you have met, and no matter what the imperial court relies on to recruit scholars, you need to be prepared. You are full of economics, waiting for this troubled world to come. Brother knows that you have the ability to protect yourself, but you must also have the thought of helping the world. I will stop here, you can continue to study."

"Oh……"

Song Beiyun, who had been nagging all morning, was dizzy, but there was no way, if he ran away, what awaited him would be a whole night of chatter.

As for the truth of what Yusheng said, he understands it all, but since he came here, he has started to observe this era carefully, and he has long since realized how small he is in the entire era.

So what about time travel?He is a bullshit traveler who has nothing, does he really want to be the overlord of his life?Since God has given him a chance to live again, he has to choose a way he likes to live.

But he also understands Yusheng, people in this era believe in these things, learn literary and martial arts well, and sell to the emperor's family.Don't ask me to kill the flowers after they bloom, but ask to stay innocent in the world.For scholars in this era, their ultimate goal is to leave a good name in the history books.

This is their pursuit, Song Beiyun can't and is not qualified to refute, but he actually doesn't agree, he just wants to live this life in peace, have two cubs with A Qiao, no matter what he is, Song Daming, according to his teacher It's almost enough to tell you to do what you can, and you don't have the ability or the motivation to save the country and the people.

"By the way, Brother Yusheng, come here." Song Beiyun stuck his head out of the window: "I have something to tell you."

Yusheng looked up at him, turned around and went upstairs again. As soon as he went up, Song Beiyun took out a thick stack of paper from the drawer and patted the dust on it: "This is the test questions of the prefectures in the past ten years. , you do it all over again."

Yusheng was stunned for a moment: "What's the use of this?"

"Don't worry about so much, you write first, and I'll tell you after I write it!" Song Beiyun grinned: "I'll send you up, and you come to display your ambitions! As for me, I have the right to accompany you in the exam."

"No nonsense! I'm not that material."

"Is it that piece of material? You finish all these first." Song Beiyun smiled treacherously: "If you don't do it, then I will sneak out. You also know that let alone this small building, even Dali Temple is closed Can't live with me."

Yusheng couldn't help it because of this guy, so he simply went down and brought a table and chairs, and when Song Beiyun was reviewing the book, he just buried himself in his composition.

However, Song Beiyun, who was accompanied by someone, was no longer in a difficult situation. From time to time, he raised his head to chat with Yusheng, and then continued to read with his head down.

In fact, Yusheng also found that Song Beiyun was different. Most people read books with shaking heads, but it was completely different with this guy. He would re-excerpt the texts, add some strange punctuation points, and then use his own The marked text is compared with the original, and the ambiguity caused by the misplacement of the text is listed separately.

He would usually resolve these ambiguities by himself, but when he really couldn't resolve them, he would entrust Yusheng to go to the town or a nearby city to ask some wealthy gentlemen for advice.

After going back and forth, the entire Luzhou Prefecture and even most of Jinling City know that Yusheng is such a genius who loves to ask for advice, and the questions he asks often stump those old scholars, and they will use these things to discuss with each other. When the discussion gets heated, there are not a few people who fight hard.

However, the atmosphere of good writing is just this good. The questions I went to ask for advice this time will have a relatively pertinent answer when I go next time.

And these answers were all recorded by Song Beiyun, and Yusheng has always been a little puzzled about it.

After finishing a paper, Yusheng stretched his waist and saw Song Beiyun sitting there eating cakes, so he raised his head and asked, "Speaking of which, I'm a little curious, why do you always ask me to ask some weird questions?" question?"

"It's actually very simple." Song Beiyun didn't hide it: "There is no punctuation in the text, and there will be ambiguity. I will list the ambiguities. You can ask those respected old gentlemen for advice. Come and go, they will give you the answer Naturally, it is the answer they have reached a consensus on. And these questions may also be a difficult problem for them, and they will naturally be lingering in their hearts."

After finishing speaking, Song Beiyun bit his pen and tilted his head and said, "Tell me, who is the person who made the question? Isn't it still these old men who are going around? They gave you the answer, which is equivalent to giving you direction and direction." Attitude, wouldn’t it be good if we avoid the wrong answers in their minds during the exam? Also, Baobuqi some old men think your idea is interesting, so they use this thing to write questions, then are we close compared to others? Get the month first?"

Yusheng's eyes widened, and he looked at Song Beiyun in disbelief. He never thought that there would be such a sinister trick. Before, he was quite relieved that the kid finally studied hard and asked hard questions. He didn't expect...he didn't expect him to be in this place The authorities are exhausted.

"You...you..."

"Have we cheated? No. Then did we do something bad? Nope. We just asked a few questions and discussed a bit about academics. We hit it, it was our luck, if we didn't hit it, we got rid of it Some wrong answers, aren’t they?” Song Beiyun spread his hands, and said helplessly, “It’s really too difficult for you people who study hard, really. That’s not how you mess around in the society. Listen to the leaders’ bragging more, ask the leaders more questions and less gossip about the leaders. , you remember these three rules to ensure that your official career will be prosperous, and you must not make your own claims and be complacent."

"I...you...this..." Yusheng didn't know how to describe it: "Are you being too tricky?"

"Hey... I wonder why." Song Beiyun patted Yusheng on the shoulder: "Brother Yusheng, if you want to realize your ambitions, you can't just hang around at the grassroots level. You have to go up, climb up. I understand that if you An official must not be corrupt, corrupt, faint, or sycophantic, but do you have to be an official first?"

He was so eloquent that even ten jade students couldn't match him, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that there was no big problem, so Yu Sheng stopped thinking about it and started to brush the questions with peace of mind.

After the lunch break, Song Beiyun brought a small blackboard from his room, and just put it in front of Yusheng.

"Let's start talking about the questions." Song Beiyun picked up the plaster pen and tapped on the blackboard: "First of all, before talking about the test papers, I want to tell you what is the problem-solving idea, the general template, and the modules of the question group change."

After carefully answering all of Yusheng's questions, a door to a new world seemed to open before Yusheng's eyes. He never thought that there would be such a way to solve problems in the world, especially the thing called "problem-solving ideas". It is simply a set of unrivaled miraculous skills that can adapt to all changes. It covers a wide range of areas, but it is so deviant.

As far as Yusheng was concerned, he didn't even dare to think that the sophistication of the world, which requires profound knowledge accumulation and years to understand, could achieve the same effect only after a period of specialized training.

"In general, it doesn't provide an answer, but gives you a pointer to the answer. You still need a huge question bank to support this pointer, so these days, you should do your best to brush the questions."

After Song Beiyun finished speaking, he began to explain to Yusheng the few test questions he wrote. These test questions ranged from the content of the state examination to the content of Jinshi subjects. The difficulty is not small, and there are even Mingfa, Sanli, etc. Waiting for partial test questions.

When explaining these topics, Song Beiyun was not used to Yusheng at all, he almost forced the huge and complicated knowledge out of his mouth and stuffed it down.

After stuffing the knowledge for an afternoon, when Song Beiyun drank water, Yusheng was sluggish...

"Beiyun...this is not an explanation, I seem to see Aqiao stuffing the ducks at home."

"Hahahaha." Song Beiyun laughed: "This is called cramming teaching. It doesn't matter if you don't get used to it now, as long as you prepare to shed your skin in the next four months."

"You... know all of these?"

Hearing his question, Song Beiyun smiled and took out about a hundred catties of paper from a box, and stared back at Yusheng: "I have six such boxes."

Yusheng stepped forward to read it, and sat down on the ground with an expression that was beyond description.

"Beiyun..."

"Remember to eat and sleep well, the days ahead will not be easy for you."

Chapter 27, April 4rd, Everyone Says Jiangnan is Good

When spring comes to this April, the places in the south of the Yangtze River are already warm and the flowers are blooming, and the breeze is warm.If this is the case, make a pot of tea, serve it with some candied fruit, and put a flower-scented pillow beside you, lie under the cherry blossom tree in the small courtyard, and sleep lazily with the spring breeze on your pillow. The location is not changed.

Zuo Rou is like this, her clothes are half open, lying on the rocking chair, huddled up lazily under the blanket, cherry blossom petals floating on her body, coupled with her posture of Begonia sleeping in spring, it is full of poetic and picturesque.

Although I haven't seen that dead guy Song Beiyun since that day, Zuorou's half-quee words have already been spread in the whole capital circle. When people are enjoying the words, they are also like Rui Princess Bao searched for this talented man like Song Beiyun.

But this talented man who could continue the famous story through the ages just disappeared out of nowhere as if he appeared out of thin air. People only remember his slender figure, fair skin, and handsome face, and everything else is no longer known.

Many romantic celebrities want to meet this newly promoted talent, but they are always unable to do so.Of course, in addition to this amazing poem, there is another incident that has become a joke in Jinling City these days. Biggest joke.

In addition to his ability to write lyrics, people cut off his head, what is more interesting is the princess's attitude towards him.

That group of scholars can always bring up this matter when they have nothing to do. They always like to read idle books, and they have developed a good storytelling skill over time. Whenever they talk about something exciting, they jump up. Come and imitate the appearance of that young master Wenyuan at that time.

Whether it was the smugness when he wrote the lyrics, or the disheveled face when he was dismissed by the princess, or even the gnashing of teeth when he saw that the princess didn't even want his inkstone, I learned a lot.

Every time at this time, those who have not experienced it will always laugh together with those who told the story. If there are four or five people present at the same time, it will be even more interesting to complement each other, making people laugh.

"The appearance of the young master of the Wang family that day was like that brother Li ate the eggs in the mutton soup yesterday. He vomited or swallowed it, but it was really interesting, and the princess was really an arrogant woman." He said he didn't like it, but he really didn't even take a look at it. Instead, he hurriedly chased to the window to see the talented man who left early. There was a hint of admiration in his brows, and his eyes were full of water, and he was secretly looking at him."

Someone in the teahouse was talking about this matter again, and Wang Wenyuan next to him was holding his teacup tightly, his face turned light and then pale, his chest was full of anger, and he wanted to go up and argue with that person.

"Wen Yuan, don't be angry, this little boy is nothing to worry about."

The person talking next to him was the number one talented person in Luzhou, Xu Qing and Xu Beipo. He had heard that the Shangque that had troubled him for a long time had been continued by someone a few days ago, so he also came to Jinling City to see and see, but he didn't know what to do. Thinking that it was my good friend Wang Wenyuan who was deflated this time.

"I feel the same way about your thoughts. In Luzhou that day, I suffered an injustice." Beipo sighed: "If you didn't say that the man looks different from the one I've seen, I would They all thought it was the same person who humiliated you and my brother."

"Okay, don't say those sarcastic remarks." Wang Wenyuan slapped the folding fan on the table heavily: "Where did these people come from?"

"God knows, it doesn't show the mountains or the dew." Beipo drank the tea in one gulp, "it's a person from the northern school, but he doesn't look like a scholar from the northern school. But if you say He must be from Luzhou, but he has never seen it, and he has never heard of such a person in other prefectures."

"Hmph!" Wang Wenyuan said angrily, "I'm not angry with that person, I'm angry with the princess, she..."

Beipo's expression changed suddenly: "Brother Wang, be careful with your words."

When Wang Wenyuan was reminded, he immediately realized that he was speaking ill of the royal family in this large audience, and that it was the daughter of King Fu. If this spread, his queen sister would not be able to keep him.

"Don't blame the princess, she is a child with a temper, she loves and hates very clearly, if you want to blame it, blame the prompter, she doesn't understand the rules." Beipo poured tea for Wang Wenyuan: "By the way, brother Wang How about your marriage with Duke Dingguo?"