Apart from this piece of shit like Wang Zi'an, among all the young talents in Chang'an, who can compare with me?
In terms of birth, he is the legitimate son of the Cui family. In terms of connections, he is the legitimate son of the Cui family. In terms of wealth, he is the legitimate son of the Cui family. In terms of heritage, he is the legitimate son of the Cui family!
In terms of talent and learning - he is just a little bit worse than Wang Zi'an, the dog thief.
On appearance——
He subconsciously straightened out his round belly, and a confident smile appeared on his fair and round face. He felt that even compared to Wang Zi'an, the dog thief, he was no different, and even had the potential to win.
So, that's all.
He held his head high and walked confidently towards Kong Yingda and Kong Linger, who were sitting in the pavilion making tea and drinking tea, with a gentle smile on their smooth faces.
"My dear Cui Zihao, I have seen Kong Jijiu and Miss Ling'er..."
Courteous, gentle as jade, with just the right smile on his face, his demeanor as a young man from an aristocratic family is in full display at this moment.
Seeing him coming, Kong Yingda smiled and nodded.
"I haven't seen you for a long time, and I've never seen your father. I wonder how his health is lately -"
When Cui Zihao saw Kong Yingda asking about his father, he quickly handed him over again.
"Thank you for your wine sacrifice. My father is in good health, but he has been in a bad mood recently. He rarely lives in the city now and spends more time recuperating in the other courtyard over Wangchuan..."
Kong Yingda couldn't help but sigh after hearing this.
"It's not easy for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person to your father. I hope he can get over the pain of losing his son as soon as possible. Excessive sadness is not good for your health..."
"Jijiu is right. This junior will convey Jijiu's concern for my father..."
The sad look on Cui Zihao's face subsided in time, revealing a grateful expression.
Kong Yingda didn't want to talk more about this matter. After all, Cui Ming's death was not unjust and was even a bit satisfying. But now times have changed and Cui Ming has also died. As an elder and Cui Hong's friend, he It was hard to say anything more, so he quickly changed the subject by expressing concern about Cui Ming's knowledge.
Naturally, Cui Zihao was not the only one who felt qualified to go over and exchange a few words.
As soon as they said a few words, Zheng Guan of the Zheng family came over with several of his brothers and gave Kong Yingda a gift. Kong Yingda encouraged him as usual. Most of these young talents from major families, he I know him, and he is happy to give some casual advice.
At the beginning, before Wang Zi'an showed up, he even secretly inspected a few candidates as backup candidates for his grandson-in-law. It wasn't until Wang Zi'an showed up that he temporarily gave up the idea. However, the old love is still there, and the atmosphere is very harmonious when talking.
Later, the young descendants of the Li family of Longxi, the Li family of Zhaojun, the Cui family of Qinghe, the Lu family of Fanyang, and the Xiao family of Jiangnan also came one after another.
The five surnames are Qiwang. Except for the Wang family in Taiyuan, almost every family has young children coming in person, which can be said to be a great honor.
Of course, everyone was wise enough not to mention the Wang family.
Although the Wang family and Wang Gui are trying their best to support it, it is no longer what it used to be. Even the current children of the Wang family want to walk around with their tails between their legs and low-key choke.
As soon as there were more people, the atmosphere immediately became lively.
But there was no room to sit in the pavilion, so those who came first wisely got up and left.
Although I wanted to stay shamelessly, I also knew that this place was not for me. Everyone else also had this consciousness. After exchanging a few words, they dispersed and returned to their own small circles.
Although you have to look familiar in front of the boss, how can you feel comfortable in front of the boss as in front of your own juniors.
As time went by, the ladies of Chang'an who were invited by Kong Ling'er also arrived one after another. For a time, the peony garden was filled with the singing of orioles and the flowers were in full bloom. These young students could not help but be shocked and cheered up unconsciously. He was full of energy and the tone of his speech seemed to have improved a bit.
Sure enough, this move attracted the attention of many young girls, which made them even more excited.
One by one, they quoted scriptures and talked eloquently, wishing to reveal all their knowledge and show off their talents in front of beautiful women.
Perhaps because of today's rest, this poetry meeting actually attracted the interest of many people in the court.
The main peony garden is located by the Qujiang Pool, with beautiful scenery. It is a good place for a spring outing, not to mention it is also a good place to have fun.
It would be a pleasure to have one or two people who catch your eye and become your disciple.
Li Gang, Yu Shinan, Zhang Ruosu, Yu Zhining, and Lu Deming, who were friends with Kong Yingda, arrived one after another, causing a commotion in the crowd.
All these big guys are here!
It’s really rare——
Many people even cheered up.
If today's poetry meeting can win the favor of any of them and spread the word tomorrow, it will be a great improvement to one's reputation.
Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but gear up, eager to try, and secretly wondering whether the poems they prepared could win the approval of all the big guys.
Naturally, few people would be inspired at this kind of poetry meeting, and they would be inspired by the scene, and write a poem in seven steps, and a scholarly story could be waiting for them.
Because if you really want to do that, 9,999 out of 10,000 people will fail on the spot.
Anyone who really does that is either extremely talented or arrogant and doesn't know what to do.
Therefore, it is said that the poetry meeting is held today, and many people have started polishing their poems long in advance. Many people even secretly consulted experts and even spent money to buy poems.
But this kind of thing is tacitly understood by everyone.
Later, I will have to think hard for a while, and then inspiration will suddenly come to me, and I will come up with a story that comes from a wonderful hand.
Of course, as for whether those big guys were prepared in advance, only God knows.
Soon, people who were far away received messages from the front.
Today's poetry meeting is titled "Willow".
Many people's faces suddenly showed understanding expressions.
Because of the poetry competitions over the years, these big guys like to use local materials, and although the scenery of the Peony Garden is beautiful, it is nothing more than the same.
The peonies in front of me, the weeping willows around, the water in Qujiang River, the lotus on the water, the swallows in the sky...
However, some people also frowned at the right time and shook their heads.
"I didn't expect that Liu would be the topic - it's difficult, it's difficult. This topic seems simple, but there are so many excellent works by predecessors that it's hard to come up with new ideas -"
The people around him immediately became polite.
"Brother Cui is really humble. With Brother Cui's talent, he will naturally be ready to win the first place in one fell swoop..."
Cui Zihao quickly handed over his hands.
"I don't dare, I don't dare. I have to look up to all of you dear friends for the first place..."
When the master proposes a question, everyone naturally has to think carefully about it. Even if they are "quick-thinking", they have to restrain themselves a little.
Cui Zihao felt the same way.
So, with his hands behind his back and his clothes fluttering, he looked at the weeping willows blowing in the wind not far away, frowning slightly, as if he was thinking carefully.
After about a cup of tea, he suddenly turned around, slammed his right fist into his palm, and showed a hint of joy on his face.
"With-"
"Brother Cui is really smart and quick, he is the best among us..."
"Brother Cui, you are awesome. Please write it down quickly. Let me let my younger brother and others taste and learn from it first..."
"..."
For a time, there was a flood of flattery.
Cui Zihao bowed his hands humbly.
"Don't dare, don't dare, show your ugliness, show your ugliness..."
At this time, the maids and servants who had already been waiting in the Confucius Mansion had prepared pens, inks, paper and inkstones. Cui Zihao walked to the table in a familiar manner, holding his breath and concentrating, thinking for a moment, and the brush suddenly fell down——
Right now.
A clear voice was heard outside the courtyard gate.
"Hey, everyone is so early - oops, I'm sorry, seniors, Miss Ling'er, I'm late..."
His hands couldn't help but tremble.
On the white rice paper, a dark pool was suddenly left...
Cui Zihao:......
Prince Ann!
This annoying voice was something he would never forget.
His first thought was: Did I hear wrongly?
Why is this bitch Wang Zi'an here?
At this time, he ignored the large puddle of ink stained on his hand. He picked up the brush and suddenly turned his head to look.
A handsome young man, almost as good as himself, with a hateful smile that looked like someone would slap him, was walking towards him with a bright face.
Isn’t that the extremely hateful Wang Zi’an!
