Yu Jinshu and Yu Jinyan were close to each other, and when they saw clearly the poems written by Yu Qizhe, Yu Jinshu's face turned a little ugly.
He wanted to embarrass Yu Qizhe in front of Prefect Yang, but he didn't expect that Yu Qizhe would compose a poem so quickly, with neat contrast and strict rhythm.
It is really a case of stealing a chicken but losing the rice. Yu Qizhe is afraid that he will not make a fool of himself, but will become the center of attention instead.
Yang Yuanchen saw Yu Qizhe put down his pen, walked up to him, and picked up the poem he had written on the table. Before he had time to see how it was written, just seeing the words clearly, Yang Yuanchen's face changed slightly.
Although he did not mark the candidates' test papers, Song Hanlin, the chief examiner who presided over the Qingzhou County Examination that day, once asked him to look at a paper in Mifeng and praised the answers for being well-written.
The policy opinions on the answer sheet are sharp, directly point out the shortcomings of current politics, and hit the nail on the head.
If nothing unexpected happens, the person who answers the paper should be between the first and second place.
The handwriting on that scroll was exactly the same as Yu Qizhe's.
Yang Yuanchen looked up at Yu Qizhe and then read out the poem on the paper, "The orchid has a graceful and elegant fragrance, the pavilion is leaning against the water and resting on the waves, I lean on the railing and look out at the geese in the sky, the wind carries the boat across the bridge."
When Yang Yuanchen finished speaking, all the scholars applauded.
Yang Yuanchen looked at Yu Qizhe with an appreciative smile and praised him, "Your talent is high and your words are beautiful and profound. I still think about their melody the next day."
"Yu Wulang is a man of great talent!" Upon hearing Yang Yuanchen's high evaluation of Yu Qizhe, Shao Zhong raised his glass towards Yu Qizhe from a distance.
There was no change in Yu Qizhe's expression. He also picked up the wine glass in front of him. Because he wrote good poems, everyone drank a glass together.
Li Qiu whispered to Chen Zhiqing, "This Yu family's Wulang is still as talented as he was back then."
Chen Zhiqing drank a glass of wine with a bad taste in his mouth and said, "Throughout history, there have been many literati who wrote good poems, but not all of them were able to retire."
Li Qiu smiled and said, "Are you at odds with Yu Jia Wulang?"
Chen Zhiqing realized that he was targeting Yu Qizhe too much, he shook his head and said, "There is no discord, we are just discussing the facts.
Intellectuals look down on each other and most of them are arrogant because of their talent. It is human nature that Chen Zhiqing does not like that Yu Jiawulang is more talented than him, and Li Qiu did not take it to heart.
Yu Jiao didn't know whether Yu Qizhe's poem was good or not, but when she heard that everyone in the pavilion was praising it, she was very happy for Yu Qizhe and even felt somewhat proud of him.
Seeing her happy smile, Gu Yun curled his lips and said, "It's just average, not good enough to shock the world. Literati are the most hypocritical."
Yu Jiao glanced at him and said, "Mr. Gu is so good at talking, why don't you write a poem too?"
"What's so difficult about writing poetry?" Gu Yun raised his chin and said with disdain, "I don't care about the way literati do things. If you want to write, you can write good poems."
"Heh~" Yu Jiao chuckled and didn't believe his nonsense at all.
The game of passing the flower to the drum in the pavilion came to an end. Yang Yuanchen sat at the head and said with a smile, "Everyone's works are rare and good, but since there is a prize, we still have to pick the winner. I personally think that Yu Wulang's acrostic poem is very good. If you have any objections, you can express your opinions."
Shao Zhongxian echoed, "Lord Yang and I share the same view, and I also think that Yu Wulang's acrostic poem is the best."
Since the two most prestigious people in the pavilion said so, no one else dared to express any objection. They just followed suit and praised Yu Qizhe for being the first.
The two-color Songhua stone Suduan inkstone naturally belonged to Yu Qizhe.
It was almost noon, and it was time for lunch. Yang Yuanchen did not stay for long. Before leaving, he called Yu Qizhe to his side and said, "Your sister is an excellent doctor, and you are a talented writer. Come to our house when you have time."
Yu Qizhe bowed to Yang Yuanchen and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "Master Yang, thank you for your compliment."
Yang Yuanchen looked at Yu Qizhe and admired him more and more. He was so young, and if he made the list this time, he would definitely have a bright future. Sister Yan had a good vision.
When he gets back, he can discuss with his wife about his marriage with Yan Jie'er.
Yang Yuanchen turned around and saw Gu Yun standing on the embankment talking to Yu Jiao. He smiled and said, "My daughter has invited Miss Yu and her sisters to come for a boat trip. You young people should have fun. I will be leaving first."
Yang Yuanchen said hello to Liu Ziqi. Liu Ziqi was about to leave, but when he saw that Gu Yun had no intention of leaving, he had to stay as well.
As soon as Yang Yuanchen left, all the scholars in the pavilion relaxed and spoke freely. Many of them wanted to see the Duan inkstone that Yu Qizhe had obtained.
Yu Qizhe placed the Duan inkstone on the table and let everyone observe it, while he walked towards the embankment.
Liu Ziqi was also at the embankment. He greeted Yu Jiao with an elegant smile, "Miss Yu."
Yu Jiao bowed to him. She had a much better impression of Liu Ziqi than Gu Yun, so she politely replied, "Mr. Liu."
"When will Miss Yu return to Changkui?" Liu Ziqi asked.
Yu Jiao didn't know he was going to Changkui, so she replied, "It should be in the next two days."
After hearing this, Gu Yun said to Liu Ziqi, "Why don't we go with her? After all, neither you nor I have been to Changkui. They are all locals in Changkui, so it's better to go with someone we know."
Liu Ziqi thought about it and nodded, "Okay."
Yu Jiao was confused and asked, "Master Liu, are you going to Changkui?"
Every time Liu Ziqi looked at Yu Jiao, he would think of Su Jian. He smiled and said, "I want to go see an old friend. Gu Yun and I have never been to Changkui. I would like to go with you, Miss Yu. Is it affordable?"
Yu Jiao turned around and looked at Yu Fuling. If it was just Liu Ziqi, she would gladly agree, but there was also Gu Yun, the lawless playboy.
She doesn't like to cause trouble for herself.
"Is it inconvenient? It's settled. When are you leaving?" Gu Yun asked directly without waiting for Yu Jiao to refuse.
Yu Fuling also heard what Gu Yun said. In fact, she didn't want to go the same way with Gu Yun and the others, but she didn't dare to refuse for fear of offending Gu Yun.
"You still need to ask my brothers first." Yu Jiao evaded the question.
"What do you want to ask?" Yu Qizhe had just walked to the quay when he heard Yu Jiao's words and asked.
Gu Yun looked at Yu Qizhe and said, "I heard that you are going back to Changkui. We happen to be going to Changkui to visit an old friend. I would like to go with you. It should not be inconvenient, right?"
Yu Qizhe smiled faintly, "What a coincidence, it is indeed a bit inconvenient."
Gu Yun didn't expect him to refuse outright, and frowned. Liu Ziqi on the side didn't wait for him to say anything, and said first, "Since it's inconvenient, it's okay. It's Gu Yun and I who are presumptuous. It's not far from Qingzhou to Changkui. We can find a driver who is familiar with the route, and the journey should be fine."
The girls in other pleasure boats nearby saw Yu Qizhe coming and all their eyes were focused here. They couldn't help but be curious about Yu Jiao's identity and why the three young and handsome men were familiar with her.
"Little brother, the poem you just wrote is really good." Yu Fuling walked out of the painting boat and said with a proud smile.
Yang Jiyan also followed out, and she looked at Yu Qizhe shyly.
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