Lin Yuzhi naturally understood the thoughts of the students in the lobby.
He pondered slightly and explained: "Before the imperial examination in the previous dynasty, there was a lady who heard that the thesis teahouse was full of students taking the scientific examination. There were countless talented people who yearned for it, so she went there in disguise."
"Later, I fell in love with a scholar at first sight, and the two got to know each other. Only then did the scholar learn that the true identity of this young lady turned out to be Princess Wen'an."
"And the scholar was indeed full of knowledge. He ended up being the top scholar in high school. The two got married and the music played harmoniously."
"A scholar compiled this incident into a biography called "Wenxiang Ji", and it became a good story that has been circulated to this day."
Lu Ren couldn't help but let out a "squeak" after hearing this, as if he was very disdainful.
Wen Yu glanced sideways at him, raised her eyebrows and said, "Is there a follow-up?"
"What the princess said is true, and there is a follow-up. After the two got married, a peasant woman traveled thousands of miles to find the scholar. It turned out that she was the scholar's wife in her hometown. Later, the peasant woman took the scholar to court."
Wen Yu: ...Why does this story sound so familiar? Chen Shimei and Qin Xianglian?
Lin Yuzhi poured a cup of tea for Wen Yu, "The final outcome was that the scholar's wife was beheaded in public at the Meridian Gate. Her head fell to the ground, and Princess Wen'an personally supervised the beheading."
"However, "The Story of Wenxiang" only contains the first half of the scholar's success and success, and then abandons it after getting married. This story has been passed down as a fairy tale."
"Every student who comes to the Thesis Teahouse will more or less have the idea that he can become that scholar."
After hearing this, Wen Yu sneered: "Haha."
She looked coldly at the scholars who had just made those remarks, "The people are ugly, but their thoughts are beautiful."
"Can Princess Wen'an compete with me? I'm just a stupid idiot, but she's a piece of shit! It's like a shit basin being put on my head. If it's not shit, it's shit! It's so insulting to me!"
Lin Yuzhi:...
Lu Ren:......
Wen Yu poked Lu Ren unhappily, "I'm the eldest princess, what's the crime of insulting me in public?"
Lu Ren: "You should be killed according to the law."
Wen Yu slapped the table: "...Let's do this. You put sacks on them and throw them into the alley to give them a beating. You specially choose little Jiji to beat them. Do you understand?"
Lu Ren:......
Lin Yuzhi took a sip of tea: "May I ask the princess, what is Xiao Jiji?"
Lu Ren closed his eyes, not wanting to hear these three words appear in the Prime Minister's mouth.
Wen Yu turned her head and blinked, "I won't tell you."
"Wei Chen is quite knowledgeable, but he has never heard of this statement." Lin Yuzhi asked shamelessly.
Wen Yu pretended to sigh: "I don't tell you, it's for your own good."
At this time, there was a sudden noise in the hall.
The three of them looked down and saw a scholar coming into the teahouse.
The clothes he was wearing were patched everywhere, and he looked like he was living in poverty, but the cold clothes couldn't hide his gentleness, and he had a strong bookish air about him.
"If you can really figure it out, why not give you a hundred taels?" the teahouse owner was full of confidence.
"But the bad news is ahead. This pair has been on the card for more than a month, and no one can match it yet. There are also those who can't match it. Either they have lost their artistic conception or they have lost their balance."
"Since this young master is so confident, come on, waiter, I will serve you with pen and ink. Please also ask all the young masters present to take a look and see if it is right!"
Not long after, the waiter cleared an empty table and laid out pens, ink, paper and inkstones, "Please."
The scholars also gathered around. If I remember correctly, when this pair was first hung up for one hundred taels, there were more than just a few who opposed it, and they all came back defeated.
Until these days, no one is interested in these one hundred taels.
But I don't want another one to come.
Wen Yu held her chin and looked at the lively scene downstairs.
"Are you talking about the pair hanging at the door? Qingshan is always old and white-headed?"
"I thought the teahouse was in disrepair and half of the sign was lost. It turned out that I needed to find someone to fix it."
Lin Yuzhi said: "The princess may not know much about this. It is an established and elegant thing to hang only half of the pairs in front of the cards and wait for the other half to be matched. It only takes one hundred taels, which is not too much."
Wen Yu asked again: "Is this pair difficult?"
Lin Yuzhi turned the tea cup in his hand: "It's not difficult at all."
I understand, it’s not difficult for him, but it’s difficult for those below.
"Absolutely! Absolutely!"
"The artistic conception is both ordinary and obscurant. The right one is good! The right one is really good!"
Some scholars read it out unconsciously: "The green mountains are not old but have snow-white heads, and the green waters are not wrinkled by the wind."
"That's a good sentence, Green Water has no worries about its face wrinkled by the wind! That's right! That's right!"
At this time, the shopkeeper's face already looked a bit off. He winked at the waiter, who immediately ran towards the back hall.
The scholar put down his pen gently, smiled slightly and said, "You're showing off your humiliation."
The shopkeeper coughed: "If this pair doesn't match, your words don't count. The person who made the pair does."
As soon as he finished speaking, the waiter led a man dressed in rich clothes and came forward.
"I heard that someone has matched up with me?"
The scholar muttered: "That's right."
The man took a look at what was written on the paper and said, "Lushui's face was wrinkled due to the wind, and he wasn't that good. One by one, I thought there were too many, but that's all."
As he said that, he reached out and picked up the prince, rolled it into a ball, and threw it on the ground, "Master, I'm not satisfied that you are right, please go ahead."
All the scholars present looked at each other, thinking they were trying to default on their debt.
Someone said in defiance: "Since we have lost a pair, this young master has matched again, I should give these one hundred taels with both hands, but what I am doing now will really damage the reputation of Wenwen Teahouse."
The man shook his fan and hummed: "I'm not satisfied with the pair I made, what can you do to me?"
"And he is dressed so poorly. He must be here just for the one hundred taels. He is really utilitarian! Come, come, come. Drive this right person out! Don't allow him to come in again! Anyone can really do it. You’re right, bad luck!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the two servants following him grabbed the scholar and dragged him out violently.
The scholar frowned and struggled away, but as if something was involved, he suddenly coughed violently, and his originally fair cheeks turned red.
"Ahem, there's no need to work. Ahem, I'll go out on my own."
The man covered the tip of his nose with a fan and sneered: "Turns out he is a sick man, get out of here quickly!"
"Stop!" A voice shouted from the stairs.
Everyone looked over and saw a beautiful figure coming down the stairs. He was wearing a curtain on his head and could not see his appearance clearly, but there was an indestructible nobility lingering around him.
It was Wen Yu who couldn't stand it.
Wen Yu walked slowly to the scholar and looked at him through the gap in the curtain hat.
When she was far away, she only felt that this bookish person had a great temperament. Now that she could see her face clearly, Wen Yu was a little surprised by the delicate but slightly sickly face.
"are you OK?"
The two servants were intimidated by Wen Yu's aura and had already loosened their grip on the scholar.
The scholar bowed slightly and said, "I have nothing to do. Thank you very much, Miss, for your help."
Wen Yu said: "Don't worry, you deserve these one hundred taels, I will get them back for you."
"What a strong tone!" The man closed his fan and clapped his hands, "May I ask which girl it is from? Did you appear in this Wenxiang Teahouse to stage a "Wenxiang Ji"?"
Wen Yu stood still and uttered: "I am your father."
