The lake is rippling and the narrow water flows, and it looks like a path to intestinal slightest.

Put the wine glass in this narrow and twisty stream of water, let it drift down and use it casually. This is the origin of Qujiang Liushang.

Jia Ping'an had never passed by Qujiangchi and was pulled by Li Jingye. He was thinking about making a good walk.

Look at how good the lake is.

It's good to see the tourists.

The willows swaying by the lake, it’s quite pleasant to find a place to sit down and daze!

But why not make noise?

Li Jingye clenched his fists with both hands and prepared to take action.

Cai Ying said proudly: "This is a literary test. Li Jingye, who has the ability to speak in poetry, speak with talent, but not talent... Go home!"

"Jingye." Jia Ping'an called out to Li Jingye who was furious and said with some melancholy: "I just want to buy a few fish to go home, why do you have to be proud? Then who..."

He pointed at Cai Ying and said, "You said it was a woman."

Cai Ying was stunned. He was indeed too proud before, so he spoke rudely.

But losing is not a loser!

He smiled and said, "If Jia Zongjun could write a poem that was comparable to Shangguan Shaojian, I would like to apologize."

"Where are women's clothing, how about walking from Qujiangchi to the front of the imperial city?" Jia Ping'an was not a bad person, but he was not the old and good man who was humiliated and still silent.

Shangguan Yi wrote that poem so well that Cai Ying said confidently: "Okay! One word is determined."

Shangguan Yi smiled and said, "Last time, I missed you at Wuxianglou. I heard you wrote a poem. It was very outstanding. I was very pleased..."

This is the posture of the leader of the literary world.

This reminded Master Jia of the later Ouyang Xiu.

This son is a talented man, so I should avoid the road and let him go out all over the land!

This one is better than pretending!

Cai Ying took a step back and was a little follower, looking proud.

A row of literati on the side looked admiring, and someone said, "Shangguan Shaojian is humble and rewards the backwards. He is really a role model for us!"

Shangguan Yi, a literati model, said humbly: "It's gone, it's gone!"

"I haven't passed!" Ming Hui had just come from another place and urgently needed a backer. Shangguan Yi had a bright future. Some people say that he would definitely become the prime minister within ten years, which shows his optimism about his career.

She glanced at Shangguan Yi, and saw that he was graceful and stood with a smile, making people feel admiration. She couldn't help but get closer and praised: "Shangguan Shaojian is graceful and makes people love him."

Cai Ying smiled and said, "Does Jia join the army have?"

"It's almost done."

Jia Ping'an was holding a big fish in his hand and just thought about how to make it when he went home... The fish body was braised with rice, the fish head was added with tofu, and the fish head soup was so delicious!

Thinking of this, his mood improved and he looked up and said, "Poetry is a path..."

boom!

This sentence is like a bomb, blowing everyone up and tender on the outside. Someone scolded: "Teithie! Poetry is the great way. Are you trying to rebel against people's hearts?"

"What is the benefit of writing poetry in the country?" Jia Ping'an asked with a step closer, with a calm expression.

The man: "..."

This is a question of the existing literary order. The opening of the Tang Dynasty is nothing, but as a literary giant, Shangguan Yi must respond.

He said lightly: "Politics and essays cultivate sentiment. If a person is not familiar with poetry and essays, why do he become an official?"

He glanced at Jia Ping'an and thought to himself that this young man was afraid that he didn't know why poetry and essays were valued. This was a small warning. I thought that if he could spread it, he could increase his reputation as an elder.

Jia Ping'an smiled and said, "Why is the Han Dynasty following the Tang Dynasty? Isn't it because ordinary people can't afford to read books. Even if they can't afford to read books, they can only bury their heads in the classics. Without a profound family tradition, they can't get involved in poetry and essays at all. So..."

He looked at these people and felt that he saw a group of proud nobles. "So poetry and essays became the exclusive knowledge of the superiors. The imperial examination and poetry are also necessary to exclude them. The middle and lower-class people were excluded, leaving a group of superiors."

"Bold!" Someone pointed at Jia Ping'an and shouted: "In front of everyone, you are talking nonsense about literature and imperial examinations..."

"Come on." Jia Ping'an felt that there were a group of roosters in front of him, and he wanted to show off in front of Minghui, the hen, so that he could make the beauty smile.

As for the imperial examination, it is a joke at present. If an official from the imperial examination is a civilian, it will be difficult for him to swim in the officialdom again. Only the children of those officials can have smooth sailing.

The former Han Dynasty is gone, but the remnants of the system similar to the Ninth-rank Zhongzheng are still there. As an official, you are a child of a family of families? The Wang family? You are indifferent and respectful, and you are at the top.

If you are not a child of a family, you can be a child of an official and you can get priority.

If you are a civilian, sorry, in most cases, you can only squat down and watch others get promoted, and you will slowly get along with your own family.

The greatness of the imperial examination is that it breaks this frame and limit. If you say that there are imperial examinations in the Tang Dynasty!

hehe!

What does the imperial examination in the Tang Dynasty mean? It means that the examiner can see who wrote this test paper. The so-called "professional paper" means to vote your poems and essays to the powerful and powerful. If the powerful and powerful look at it, they will ask the examiner for you. Then in the exam, the examiner will turn out his favor booklet, which is named, and this one is named, and the one is named, and the remaining places will be allocated until his favor is finished.

Therefore, the root cause of the aristocratic families has always been immortal in the Tang Dynasty. When Wu Mei ascended the throne and became the queen, she was well aware of these disadvantages. She invented the name system in the year she ascended the throne, but it was very stressful! In the end, she still couldn't promote it.

"I was here to play, but I was just asking someone to write a poem, which was so boring." Jia Ping'an became increasingly impatient.

Minghui covered her mouth and smiled, "Young man, I look very proud!"

Li Jingye looked at her, as if he was watching someone dead.

Jia Ping'an frowned slightly, and Cai Ying smiled and said, "In early spring, it's so comfortable to look at the willows by the river. How about this topic?"

Everyone looked at it and saw the willows hanging down on both sides of the shore, and couldn't help but praise: "What a beautiful scenery!"

Jia Ping'an glanced at it, moved slightly, and smiled and said, "I have it."

He glanced at Shangguan Yi and remembered that this man who later became Li Zhi and offended A-sister. Most of the family were killed. The remaining granddaughter Shangguan Wan'er finally became a female official next to A-sister.

Shangguan Yi is in high spirits at this moment...

Then give it to him.

Jia Ping'an was holding his hands behind his back, and the big fish was swaying behind him. There were two young ladies with wits on the side. He glanced at him and said with a smile: "The jade made up a tree, and thousands of green silk ribbons hang down..."

This is an anthropomorphic description, likening the willow tree to a girl. The girl has green crony hanging from her body...

beautiful!

The two little ladies stopped hearing the sound and looked sideways. They saw the young man chanting a poem looking at him, and couldn't help but feel happy.

One of the little ladies happened to have a green crotch and couldn't help but cover their mouths, their eyes full of joy from the bottom of their hearts.

Shangguan Yi's expression changed slightly. He seemed humble, but he, who was vaguely regarded as a literary giant, lost to Jia Ping'an in Wuxianglou. He also attached great importance to this encounter and wanted to win back the championship.

But just a few words made Jia Ping'an feel depressed.

Cai Ying sniffed and felt it was not very good.

The so-called famous chapters are definitely hard to come by. Some people make a living by one famous chapter in their lifetime. Some people publish several famous chapters in their lifetime, which are great talents and big bosses.

Jia Ping'an has published several famous works, but can he still be published today?

Do you think famous works are springs that can gush at any time and anywhere?

After hearing these two sentences, Minghui found that he was wrong.

This young man is proud... he is proud and reasonable!

She asked in a low voice: "Who is this person?"

Someone around him said, "The tiger of hundreds of horses... Jia Ping'an!"

Minghui's body shook, "Is it him?"

Jia Ping'an's reputation gradually spread. As a famous brothel, you may not know his name, but you must know his poems, and there is also the bandit name: The Tiger of Hundred Riders!

Jia Ping'an is indeed a talented person, I was wrong!

Minghui's eyes were filled with regret.

"Look at his lower body!" The maid whispered: "If it's not good..."

Minghui looked up at Jia Ping'an.

Jia Ping'an seemed to be thinking, but in fact he was delaying time. Otherwise, he would have made a famous article in one breath, which would be too much... it would be too damaging to people.

"I don't know who cuts out the thin leaves..." He pondered, "The spring breeze in February is like scissors!"

He nodded slightly to the two little ladies, and then said, "Do your dedication, let's find a place to grill fish."

He looked at the spring light in front of him and suddenly felt that going home was not a good idea, so he simply found a place to barbecue.

"Brother, there's no drink!" Li Jingye licked his lips.

"There are some things sold there, let's go and see." Jia Ping'an carried the fish and the two brothers left.

From beginning to end, Jia Ping'an never looked at the group of people in person. Instead, the two little ladies won his favor.

The girl was passionate, and a boy wrote poems for him or her famous poems. The two little ladies couldn't help but feel happy. The little ladies in the green skirt suddenly clapped their hands, "I remember, he is Jia Zengjun! It's him! He wrote poems for me, I'm so happy!"

Another little lady held her hand, pointed at her green skirt, and said enviously: "Go home and tell Aye, I want green skirt, too."
To be continued...