British government.

The square was noisy, like a vegetable market, not like a meeting place for literati.

Feng Meiyu was in a daze. He was thinking, the master promised him that he would meet Luo Xingchen. Can he really do it in this posture?

At least there is a scholar here, the kind of scholar who has long been famous, the kind who are only one step away from attaining the title of a scholar.

Other than that, everything is done.

In Daqi, being a master of Juren is extremely glorious and can bring glory to the ancestors, not to mention that there are so many Juren gathered together.

"Didn't someone say that they want to meet and date Luo Xingchen? I think someone doesn't even know what Luo Xingchen looks like." Feng Yu was still looking weird next to him.

But Feng Meiyu didn't want to argue with him anymore, but looked at Feng Qingsu.

Before coming, the head of the family had already arranged that Feng Qingsu would bring his brothers here this time to explain to them how to identify people.

The only one who can recognize many scholars is Feng Qingsu.

Feng Qingsu had a wide circle of friends in the capital, and his horizons were naturally much better than those of his two younger brothers.

"That's Feng Qingyan from our same clan over there. I don't need to say anything more." Feng Qingsu first glanced at Feng Qingyan and said.

Feng Qingyan is wearing a white robe, with a graceful demeanor and a delicate face. From the outside, you look like a handsome young man.

But Feng Meiyu, who knew Feng Qingyan's character, felt like her stomach was churning. At this moment, she only felt like she wanted to vomit.

"You are looking at that young master, Zhang Anbang. He is a distant relative of Zhang Tingyu, the elder of the cabinet university. He is a talented person. He has published a collection of poems and essays so far, which is quite influential in the entire capital."

Feng Qingsu said.

Feng Meiyu stared at Zhang Anbang.

Zhang Anbang was very tall and stood out from the crowd. There were many scholars around him, chatting and laughing with each other.

"That is Dou Jinhan, the Dou family. You should know that it is a famous family that has been passed down for thousands of years. Although it is somewhat declining now, the roots of the family's education are still there." Feng Qingsu continued.

The aristocratic temperament accumulated by the family for thousands of years is vividly reflected in Dou Jinhan.

Even if Dou Jinhan stands with his hands behind his back, he is still the center of attention. This kind of natural aura cannot be imitated by others.

"Look, that's Beiliyuan, from the Beili family, a wealthy family in the north. It is said that he is very famous in the north." Feng Qingsu said.

Bei Liyuan has a slender figure, a high nose bridge, and a faint blue halo in the pupils of his eyes.

"Brother, have you seen Bei Liyuan? He has never been to the capital before, right?" Feng Meiyu asked.

"I haven't seen him before, but he must be Beiliyuan. Look at his temperament and some blood from the Western Regions. If he doesn't come from the north, could it be that he comes from the south of the Yangtze River?" Feng Qingsu said confidently.

But the next moment, someone nearby called him a name, which made him stunned.

"Brother Fang, it's really rare for you to come from Jiangnan this time." A scholar next to him said in salute to "Beiliyuan".

Feng Qingsu's face turned red immediately, and his face was burning, as if someone had slapped him hard with the sole of his shoe.

Feng Meiyu was also secretly amused. The slap in the face came so fast that even he was caught off guard.

"Ahem, my eyesight is stupid and I didn't see clearly. Look over there. That's Bei Liyuan. Look at his temperament, his handsomeness, and the killing and fortitude of a warrior. He must be Bei Liyuan.

That's right, the Beili family in Beiliyuan is the ancient general in the north." Feng Qingsu coughed a few times and shifted his gaze.

"Brother, that...he is Luo Xingchen."

Feng Yu's words beside him were like a dagger, stabbing Feng Qingsu in the back.

"Luo Xingchen? Let's take a look... His eyes have been very bad recently. Could it be that he stayed up late reading and his eyes were damaged?"

Feng Qingsu stretched out his hand to rub his eyes and looked ahead again.

"Yes, that's Luo Xingchen. It's too easy to mistake him. They are all wearing white clothes. From a distance, they all look the same."

"Okay, let's not talk about this first. Let's talk about Luo Xingchen first. That is our main goal this time, but it is not easy to get close to him, but it is not as difficult as imagined."

Feng Qingsu saw that he was getting darker and darker, so he simply changed the topic and stopped talking about the previous topic, so as not to continue to hold on to his pigtails.

"Brother, are you sure?" Feng Meiyu asked in a low voice.

Feng Qingsu said confidently: "I saw Luo Xingchen's information in advance. His father is the general who protects the country, Zhongyonghou, and a military general, and his mother, Yang, established the first trading house in Daqi. She is very powerful, but her business is

It's about business. Although Luo Xingchen is the youngest person to be elected, but influenced by his family education, he is probably interested in military and business. If I start from these two aspects, it should be fine..."

While Feng Qingsu was talking, a scholar walked quickly towards Luo Xingchen, but when he walked a short distance in front of him, he was stopped by a tall man.

"Master, please stay. Mr. Luo, please forgive me for not being able to meet strangers for the time being."

The scholar who wanted to say hello had no choice but to walk away angrily.

When Feng Qingsu saw this scene, his mouth opened wide and he couldn't close it.

"Brother, do you want to go there?" Feng Meiyu reminded.

"What's the point? He doesn't even see strangers." Feng Qingsu looked annoyed.

After preparing for so long, I didn't expect that it would be useless at all. No matter how talented he is, if he is not a regular customer, he will never see him, so what's the use of being talented.

"Forget it, it doesn't mean that we have to see Luo Xingchen." Feng Yu curled his lips, a look of gloating flashed in his eyes.

Anyway, since Luo Xingchen couldn't be seen, the one who got scolded was none other than Feng Qingsu.

Who calls him the eldest brother?

He actually has the right to inherit the position of head of the family since he was born, so he should bear the pressure he should bear.

"Let's go, go and sit down first, and we'll see what happens next."

Not long after, British Duke Zhao Shang came to the stage.

As soon as he came, everyone sat down in their seats, no longer talking, but turned their attention to Zhao Shang.

Now they are guests, and the host is the British Duke Zhao Shang.

"You are all the talents of Daqi. This time, our Zhao family has followed the emperor's order and celebrated the queen's birthday in advance. It is just a good idea to hold a cultural gathering for young people to communicate."

The British Duke Zhao Shang came to make an opening speech, and then explained the three items of the cultural meeting: first, lectures; second, essays; third, poetry comparisons.

These are also important items in the imperial examination. Except for policy questions, everything else is included.

"In order not to waste your time, let's start now. Those who are willing to give lectures and have unique insights can come to the stage."
Chapter completed!