"...The words of cinnamon under the moon will be tested first, and the ancestors wish that Hsinchu will surround the Fengchi..." Zhang Hui, the Minister of Rites, read it back and forth twice and then said with a smile: "Do you think this poem is the best in the audience?"

Everyone put down the poems in their hands to read it together, and then nodded slightly and said, "The wording is a little lacking, but you can see his ambition from the poem. It is also a good story to inherit the legacy of my late father."

Zhang Hui signed the name and said with a smile: "More than that, guess who wrote this poem?"

Some people were not willing to guess and looked directly at the signature, "Bai Shan? Never heard of it."

Zhang Hui said: "I have heard of it. Not only have I heard of it, I have also seen it once."

"Oh, the post he posted to Mr. Zhang?"

"That's not true. As far as I know, he has not submitted poems to anyone since he came to Beijing." He smiled and said: "He is one of the disciples of His Majesty Enyin who came to Beijing to study this year. He was admitted to Guozixue.

,The wonderful thing is that he is the youngest among the three, only thirteen years old."

The judges were surprised and gathered around to read his poem again. Then they stroked their beards and said with a smile: "It's really rare."

"I wonder if his father is..."

"I heard that when he was a county magistrate, he sacrificed his life while going up the mountain to suppress bandits to protect people's property." When these students were admitted, the Imperial College needed to communicate with the Ministry of Rites. After all, that was what they were doing, and Zhang Hui happened to be in charge of this matter at the time.

Therefore, he is most familiar with the new batch of Imperial College students.

Peng Zhiru’s post was given by him.

I originally thought that the most outstanding people this time would be Peng Zhiru and Lu Xiaofo, but I didn't expect that Bai Shan, who has always been low-key and doesn't like to socialize, also came and wrote good poems.

Many people came to participate in the poetry meeting this time. Some, like Peng Zhiru and Lu Xiaofo, came by themselves and their classmates, and some, like Bai Shan and others, came with their teachers.

The former will compose poems directly in the poetry meeting in the atrium, and the judges invited by the poetry meeting will select the top three, and it is said that all of them will win the lottery.

As for what the lottery is, not many people care.

Even if the organizer picks up a stone from the flower bed and gives it to them, they will like it. After all, they are not here for the lottery, but for fame.

Once their fame is out, they will be able to gain fame and fortune in the future.

The latter was divided into two parts. Mr. Zhuang left a few disciples and went to the side garden to participate in the literary meeting. In fact, they just talked and debated with a group of middle-aged and elderly people, and occasionally enjoyed the poems written by the juniors next door.

Man Bao and the others got bored after handing in their poems. They saw many people writing several poems in a row and handing them in, obviously just in case someone surpassed them.

If you can't win by quality, then win by quantity.

So no one pays attention to those people who only write one song, or who have given up struggling and don’t even submit a single song.

Bai Shan looked around and said simply: "Why don't we go next door to see you sir? I'm still very curious about what they will talk about when they attend the cultural gathering."

Man Bao: "Well, know it in advance so that you can prepare in advance. You will have experience when you come to participate in this kind of poetry meeting when you are old."

"...I won't come to the poetry meeting when I get old," Bai Shan said: "I would rather go hiking in the mountains and enjoy the flowers and grass than come to the poetry meeting."

Peng Zhiru and Lu Xiaofo couldn't help but be happy when they heard this, and when they were about to tease him, they heard Bai Erlang say: "Don't worry, it's still uncertain whether you can survive until then."

Peng Zhiru's face stiffened for a moment, and he turned to look at Bai Shan. He thought he would be angry. After all, it was so unlucky, but Bai Shan's expression didn't change at all, and he said directly: "So we are just going to join in the fun this time, you didn't

Have you noticed that since coming to the capital, sir, he doesn’t like to go out much?"

"Yes, yes," Man Bao said, "When I was in Yizhou, my husband went out cutely. People often invited him out for dinner and drinks. Sometimes we couldn't even get an date with him even if we wanted to."

Peng Zhiru silently closed his mouth, feeling that he could not get in the conversation of the three of them.

Lu Xiaofo was also planning to find an excuse to leave.

Just as he was thinking about it, Man Bao turned around and asked them, "Mr. Peng, Mr. Lu, do your teachers like to participate in cultural gatherings?"

The two of them paused and said, "We are not apprentices."

There were quite a few gentlemen who taught them, but none of them offered tea as a disciple.

In the past, it was because the time had not come yet, but now that I have arrived in the capital, I can indeed find a teacher for myself.

The side garden was much more lively than theirs. A group of middle-aged and elderly people sat and stood in twos and threes. They did not engage in fixed topics, but they debated face to face if they were not convinced or talked together with like-minded people.

So here three or two people were arguing face to face with red faces and thick necks, wishing they could roll up their sleeves and fight with each other. Over there, there was cheerful laughter, and then two or three heads came together happily.

What are you talking about.

Four boys and one girl who entered the new world:...

The five people blinked, feeling that this was different from the gentlemen's wedding party they had imagined.

So the five people did not dare to disturb this group of people, and slowly moved in from the side, and then looked for their husband while sneaking away.

Finally, they found Mr. Zhuang behind a bush of flowers and trees.

Mr. Zhuang was sitting with the two of them, with a pleasant smile on his face, and they were drinking tea together.

The person sitting opposite him saw the five young people approaching and couldn't help laughing and asked, "Whose descendants are these? Why didn't they play in the atrium and came here instead?"

Mr. Zhuang turned around slightly, waved to Bai Shan and the others and said with a smile, "I came here to meet Mr. Jiang and Mr. Chen."

Man Bao immediately led his two junior brothers forward to salute, and Peng Zhiru and Lu Xiaofo also saluted together.

Mr. Zhuang first introduced Peng Zhiru and Lu Xiaofo, then pointed at Manbao and said: "This is my first disciple, this is my second disciple, and this is my third disciple."

Mr. Jiang looked at the arrangement of the three of them from shortest to tallest, and couldn't help but laugh out loud, and said happily: "Your disciple's ranking is quite regular."

Mr. Zhuang smiled and explained: "It is calculated according to the entry time, and it was also agreed upon by the children themselves."

Bai Erlang whispered, "It's not a discussion at all..."

However, Mr. Chen glanced at Man Bao curiously and asked, "Why did Mr. Zhuang accept a girl as his disciple?"

Mr. Zhuang smiled slightly and said: "Sage Confucius said that there is no distinction between people who are taught. I can't do anything else, so I can only work hard at this point and barely make a difference."

Mr. Chen stopped talking.

Mr. Jiang nodded approvingly. Seeing that Manbao and the other three were standing very obediently, he liked them even more. He touched them and found nothing, so he smiled and said, "I came out in a hurry today.

I don’t have any gifts to give you, so I’ll just write a few words with you and treat it as a meeting gift for you, okay?”
Chapter completed!