After three glasses of wine, everyone saw that his face was still slightly red as before, but his hand was steady as he put down the wine glass. They immediately knew that this guy was really good at drinking.

It's a pity that Gao Yongmin didn't speak, and those present couldn't continue.

Otherwise, only a fool would slap Gao Yongmin in the face in order to test a young man's drinking capacity.

The Du Kang of this era is no longer the low-alcohol wine of Cao Cao's time.

Since the Yuan Dynasty, Shaojiu has gradually become popular. Literati do not know how to drink Shaojiu, but Dukang, which is 20 or 30 degrees Celsius, is considered a strong drink.

"Good drinker." After Gao Yongmin confirmed Shi Zhongkui's drinker, he didn't want to continue.

Since we have almost eaten by now, we will of course go back to our respective homes. As for going to the Yamen, we will definitely not go there again today.

After sending away a dozen drunken guests who had no children or nephews, what Shi Zhongkui didn't expect was that none of the remaining elders were willing to keep their own children.

After thinking about it for a moment, Shi Zhongkui quickly smiled and shook his head. After all, he was from a scholarly family or an official family, and he didn't want his nephews and nephews to make a fool of themselves after drinking.

In addition, it was not far from home, so even if I fell drunk, I had to have the boy carry me back.

Now Jia Lian could no longer pretend to be drunk. Fortunately, Shi Zhongkui saw Jia Baoyu's pleading expression when he was being helped into the carriage.

Then he smiled secretly in his heart and saluted Jia Zheng and said, "Uncle Shi, please forgive me.

My nephew does not plead for Brother Lian and the other brothers. After all, we are all adults. It is normal for us to get drunk when we meet our friends. If we go home and have a sleep, we will be fine.

But Brother Bao was still young and very talented in poetry. When we got chatting, my nephew forgot about Brother Bao’s age, so Brother Bao had to accompany me to drink. When we found out, Brother Bao was already drunk.

So I ask Uncle Shi not to punish Brother Bao."

Several squires who had a good relationship with Jia Zheng also advised, "Yes, yes, my descendants in the family are all adults, and any mistakes they make are their fault, and it is a good thing to be able to interact with Nephew Shi today.

Sir, please do not criticize your wise nephew Baoyu harshly."

Jia Zheng already liked Shi Zhongkui, and when he heard that Jia Baoyu had poetic talent, he was extremely happy.

In addition, after being persuaded by everyone, he couldn't keep a straight face like he did with the few guests at home. He smiled and raised his hands and said to everyone, "Please don't worry, sir. Baoyu can be praised by nephew Shi Xian. Zheng is only happy at the moment."

, even a little uneasy."

"Haha, what did Mr. Zheng say?" Yu Honggao said with a smile, "The scoundrel said that Baoyu's wise nephew is talented, so he is definitely not wrong.

After all, when it comes to poetry, even a master like me is no better than Qian."

Jia Zheng and others wanted to refute, but when they thought of the poem "A piece of family letter is just for the field, it doesn't matter if it gives him a foot", they felt that let alone Yu Honggao, even if all the people present were added together, the poems alone would be more than

But this sentence.

Yang Wenqin suddenly said, "It would be a pity not to leave any poems when we get together today. Is my nephew so elegant?"

At a glance, everyone knew that although Yang Wenqin had compromised, he still had resentment in his heart.

After all, the Yang family was included in the county annals in a poem by Shi Zhongkui, and even in countless notes and interesting talks by Shi Lin, so no one would be willing to leave it to them.

As for repairing the Duke's Mansion.

He is a martial artist, and he will be scolded when he is scolded. Not to mention that the Duke of Repair did not make a fool of himself. Instead, he will be remembered by future generations because of a poem.

No matter how you calculate it, it's an advantage.

The first thing that came to Shi Zhongkui's mind was 'the rolling waters of the Yangtze River are passing eastward', but as soon as the thought came out, he realized that the artistic conception and the occasion were not right.

Moreover, Gao Yongmin had just advised himself to keep a low profile and be cautious, so it would be too stupid to write such a poem that would be famous throughout the ages.

Suddenly I saw a white and gray rooster on the haystack outside the manor. Under the sunlight, it looked full of energy and white light.

My heart couldn't help but think of a painting I had seen and the poem on it.

Pretending to be stunned, I pondered on the spot and determined that although this poem was not bad, it was far inferior to Linjiang Xian.

Moreover, this poem does not contain any metaphors for rebellion or great ambition.

When the ancients said someone had great ambitions, it almost meant the same thing as saying he was a rebel.

When everyone saw him looking at the haystack and the rooster, they immediately understood that he had an idea.

"There is no need to cut off the red crown on your head, and you will walk into the future covered with snow. You will never dare to speak lightly in your life, and thousands of houses will be opened at once."

When Jia Zheng heard it, he exclaimed, "What a poem, what aspiration."

Yu Honggao immediately frowned, and while cursing the housekeeper in his heart, he was secretly glad that Jia Zheng said 'good ambition' instead of 'good ambition'.

Just one word difference, and the meaning is completely different.

He clapped his hands fiercely and laughed loudly and said, "Bo Qian is usually cautious in his words and deeds, but he is really amazing in his studies.

Even if your ambition is not low, you still have to study hard to avoid failure in your career and being ridiculed by others."

Everyone looked at God and couldn't help but roll their eyes at Hong Gao.

This blockbuster must be referring to the small three yuan, and I also hope that he can hit the big three yuan, or even six yuan in a row.

Fortunately, it was his mentor who sealed the hole directly.

Shi Zhongkui twisted his lips, bowed and said seriously, "Students should remember the teachings of their teachers and study behind closed doors in preparation for the imperial examination."

The people present couldn't help but secretly curse. No one could tell that the master and apprentice were acting for people, but they couldn't help but praise, "My good nephew has a good literary talent and a good heart. He will definitely win the first prize in the future."

And Jia Zheng, who didn't know that he had been secretly scolded by Yu Honggao and Shi Zhongkui at the same time, wanted to take Shi Zhongkui home as his son-in-law.

Suddenly seeing Jia Baoyu looking at Shi Zhongkui blankly, Jia Zheng's heart moved, but he saw that Jia Baoyu had already got on the carriage, and it would be too deliberate to let him stay at this time.

He sighed and grabbed Shi Zhongkui's wrist and said, "If my nephew has time, he will definitely visit his uncle's family."

"Uncle Shi is very polite. After I pass the rural examination, if I am lucky enough to win, I will definitely visit Uncle Shi."

The converse meaning of this is that if you are not even a good candidate, you will have no chance of getting in.

Moreover, it doesn't say when you will come to the door. You can just say that you are busy with business, or just pretend that you have forgotten.

However, no one thought that Shi Zhongkui would fail to pass the provincial examination, but they also knew that if he really failed, Shi Zhongkui would definitely have no face.

There was so much scenery at this time, but so much embarrassment and fear at that time.

And not only was he shameless, even Jia Zheng felt that he was embarrassed when they met at that time.

It doesn’t matter if you advise, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t.

With this thought, everyone's intention to continue chatting faded away.

Shi Zhongkui showed an apologetic expression to Jia Baoyu, but Jia Baoyu didn't care at all. He was really impressed by this poem this time.

I just thought about it for a while, and finally realized helplessly that I couldn't write such a powerful poem.

He kept sticking his head out of the carriage, waving to Shi Zhongkui, and even shouted that if he wrote a poem that he was satisfied with, he would have it sent to Shi Zhongkui for tasting.
Chapter completed!