When we returned to Zhuangzi, everyone had already gathered.
The banquet was held in the garden of the Wang family courtyard.
In late autumn, there are still many chrysanthemums blooming in this garden, which are colorful and beautiful.
The scholars were arranged at a table in the middle.
Those who did not pass the examination were placed at the two tables below.
Looking at it this way, the seniority is clear, and no one will lose face.
Master Wang did not appear again, and only ordered his servants to entertain these scholars.
As for the Fang brothers and sisters, they have not appeared yet.
He was probably kept by Mr. Wang to reminisce about old times.
It just saves the embarrassment of meeting.
Wang Yuanfeng, the host, arranged his position at the scholar's table in a cowardly manner.
During the dinner, the fragrance of flowers drifted with the breeze, which was very elegant.
He raised his glass and started to liven up the atmosphere.
"I invite you here today to celebrate that many of us have been admitted as scholars."
"I also wish that all of you here will be successful in the next college examination!"
Things like enlivening the atmosphere are naturally not a problem for people like Wang Yuanfeng who go out to eat, drink and have fun every day.
Soon, everyone's enthusiasm was aroused.
Everyone was eating and drinking lively, and those who failed the exam even raised their wine glasses to the scholar's table to toast.
Peng Tiancheng, who was a little disappointed because of what happened just now, also felt a lot better.
When he was almost finished eating, Wang Yuanfeng called his servant directly and came over with a pile of drawing papers.
"These are all newly released drawing papers from Sanwei Bookstore recently. I have people buy a lot of them."
"Today you can be as creative as you like and write the verses you want to write on it."
"When we choose a Shikui later, we can let Shikui be the commander and preside over the drinking order!"
Drinking is a drinking game.
Usually these literati like to play these when they get together.
The commander is equivalent to the host, he does not need to drink.
Generally, commanders are selected through guessing or throwing dice.
There is also Wang Yuanfeng who arranged this today, by composing poems and selecting the chief poet and then serving as an official.
As soon as Wang Yuanfeng came up with this trick, Liu Xuewen and Lin Yuan immediately ran to his side and pulled him to whisper.
"You kid, do you want to die?"
"Other people don't know, but how can we compose any poems?"
"And the drinking business, are they able to enjoy it?"
Wang Yuanfeng sneered and said contemptuously: "If you don't, you won't. What's so strange about it?"
"We don't know how to compose poetry and we don't know how to order drinks. Aren't we good at drinking?"
"Look at how cowardly you are, you don't want to drink, right?"
I see......
Liu Xuewei gave a thumbs up and praised: "Master Wang is amazing!"
"It doesn't matter if we write poems or something, the main thing is that we really love drinking."
So, I decided happily.
Wang Yuanfeng happily placed the four types of drawing paper he bought on a table for everyone present to choose from.
Su Yu was the leader of this trial, so he said, "Su Yu is the first to ask."
The Wang family's drawing paper was placed on a table full of thick stacks.
Su Yu suspected that the amount they had was enough to sell in his store for several days.
Okay, great patron!
There are two beauty notes, a picture of a wise teacher giving lectures, and a chrysanthemum note with colorful colors.
After thinking about it, Su Yu took a piece of chrysanthemum paper.
Wang Yuanfeng knew that Su Yu had brought out this painting note first at the magistrate's banquet, so he would not be surprised by it.
Wei Wei couldn't help but feel a little pity.
This is a good thing. If Su Yu didn't get it first, he would be able to brag about it in front of others today!
After Su Yu took it, others came forward one after another to choose their favorite drawings.
Because they wanted to write poems, some people, like Su Yu, chose chrysanthemum paper that was more suitable.
Some people may have written so many acid poems in front of the Beauty Note at home day and night, so they chose the Beauty Note without hesitation and wanted to share with everyone the poems they had written previously to praise the beauty in the painting.
The one who was left out was the role of the wise teacher giving lectures.
After all, there is no teacher present, who would want to engage in these formalisms that others cannot see.
After everyone present thought about it, the servants brought pens and ink and began to grind the ink.
While waiting for the ink to be polished, Peng Tiancheng came over with a piece of chrysanthemum paper in his hand that was the same as Su Yu's and said, "What poem are you going to write, Brother Su?"
Su Yu thought for a while and said, "Let's write a poem that suits the autumn day."
"Where is Mr. Peng?"
Peng Tiancheng was a little embarrassed: "I, I can't compose poetry."
"I just want to stand next to you and take a look, is that okay?"
Su Yu smiled and said, "Okay."
Peng Tiancheng praised again: "I have already read your previous college examination articles."
"Every sentence is classic and the words have profound meaning. The writing is really good!"
"You must be good at writing poetry too!"
After reading Su Yu's article, Peng Tiancheng subconsciously felt that he would do it.
Su Yu thought to himself that he could copy a lot of autumn poems.
It's barely done well.
Wang Yuanfeng walked up to the two of them with his hands behind his back and said, "I heard that you didn't compose a poem on the day of the prefect's banquet."
"Could it be that you really can't compose poetry?"
Su Yu said modestly: "I can't say I'm very good at it, but I can give it a try."
Wang Yuanfeng was a little suspicious.
Du Zhihe, who was standing next to him, also joined in the fun and whispered: "Brother Yuanfeng, haven't you read Brother Su's article about the college examination?"
"It's so well written!"
“If you can write such an article, how can you not be able to compose poetry?”
Wang Yuanfeng has never seen it...
Generally, when the ranking is announced, those who won will be happy to celebrate, while those who did not win will feel sad.
Few people would bother to read the imperial examination articles posted by the government a few days later.
Moreover, there is not much to learn from the college examination essays.
The key to learning is that later when the teacher is in class, he will select some good provincial examination or general examination articles and teach them to them.
Wang Yuanfeng touched his nose awkwardly.
He thought Su Yu really didn't know how to do it.
After all, neither he nor Su Yu could do it.
Isn't it equivalent to him and Su Yu, the head of the court trial case, on the same level?
Several people were talking in low voices, and Su Yu had already thought of the poem he wanted to write.
Just as he was about to write ink, the Fang family brother and sister suddenly appeared at the banquet.
The two brothers and sister knew many people here, and they could still put on a fake face.
After saying hello to acquaintances a few times, he walked over to Wang Yuanfeng.
"I heard that Brother Wang was preparing to select Shikui for the drinking ceremony. My sister said she wanted to see her brother Wang's talents, so she followed over to have a look."
Wang Yuanfeng bared his teeth secretly.
He has an extraordinary talent.
You are really talented and learned. Why didn’t you pass the college exam early?
"Miss Fang may have misunderstood something. I can't compose poetry."
Miss Fang refused, pouted and said, "Brother Wang, your classmate offended me just now, and I forgave him graciously."
"Now that you don't even want to give me a poem, are you being too stingy?"
Wang Yuanfeng resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
Magnanimity, you are the most magnanimous!
He was about to deal with it when he suddenly saw Su Yu standing aside, holding a brush.
Yes.
He can't write, but someone can!
I heard that Su Yu's family was poor and he sold poems to his classmates.
Isn't it a good idea to ask him for help now?
Wang Yuanfeng secretly leaned over and discussed in a low voice: "Brother Su, how about we discuss something?"
