Chapter 78 Qingzhou Ji Wuya
Zhu Lan finally retracted his leg that was about to take a step forward and looked at Yan Lun again.
Yan Lun breathed a sigh of relief, cleared his throat, and said that since it was a trial class, he could comment on Zhu Lan's poetry and prose level.
Zhu Lan thought that it was not a bad idea, she could also see what this talented man was capable of.
"That's embarrassing."
She walked to Yan Lun's desk and wrote a poem "Looking at the Moon over the South River".
"The moonlight is bright in the south of the Yangtze River, reflecting the clear water.
Looking from afar at the soaring guest, he is soaring to Jade Capital."
After Fang Xiucai finished reading, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but look at Zhu Lan a few more times.
This poem is full of vigor and lofty aspirations, and it definitely doesn't seem like something a girl could write.
What's more, she is a girl who has not yet reached the age of marriage.
"Mr. Yan, what do you think?" Zhu Lan looked at Yan Lun and said.
Yan Lun smiled mysteriously again and shook his head.
Zhu Lan sneered.
Of course he would shake his head. If he admitted that he wrote well, how could he promote his courses?
The county examination she took part in that year required the poem to be about the moon. This poem "Looking at the Moon over the South River" was exactly the answer she wrote at that time.
And in that county examination, she was the top scorer!
Yan Lun had an expression of "no", could it be that the curtain officials who were in charge of marking the papers back then were all blind?
Want to sell courses through PUA? Haha!
Zhu Lan made a conclusion in his heart.
"If this poem of yours was written in the past, you would have no problem getting the title of Tongsheng, and you might even have had a chance of getting the first place in the exam." Yan Lun commented, shaking his head.
"But if I take the college entrance examination, I'm afraid I'll only be shortlisted at best."
Zhu Lan was a little surprised and didn't understand what Yan Lun meant.
Yan Lun picked up his pen and dipped it in ink, then changed Zhu Lan's last sentence "Gazing at the soaring guests from afar, soaring to Yujing", using the eyes and eyebrows of the Jiangnan woman as the entry point, and the mood of the whole poem immediately changed.
It turned out to be a Jiangnan woman's longing for her husband who was far away.
"Is this... a little too seductive?" Zhu Lan frowned.
She really had no feelings for romance and could not even appreciate them, let alone write about them.
"You are right, but do you know who will be the chief curtain officer for this year's college entrance examination?" Yan Lun asked her.
Zhu Lan shook her head. Of course she didn’t know.
"This year's chief curtain officer is Mr. Tan from the Ministry of Rites."
"So what?"
Yan Lun glanced at her sideways, seemingly mocking her.
"Then do you know in which year Mr. Tan passed the imperial examination, who was his teacher, and what kind of essays he prefers?"
Seeing that Zhu Lan didn't say anything, Yan Lun smiled complacently.
"You don't even know these things, and you still want to win the attention of the chief curtain officer with poetry?
To tell you the truth, the style of your poem is not to Mr. Tan's taste at all!"
Zhu Lan narrowed his eyes slightly, seeming to understand.
"Could it be that Mr. Yan... has carefully studied the experiences and preferences of each curtain official, and the courses he sells are to teach students how to prescribe the right medicine for the right condition?"
"I'm not bragging, those adults even know what clothes they like to wear and what music they like to listen to..." Yan Lun pointed at his head with his folding fan, "It's all here."
Yan Lun walked back to the table and sat down, straightened his clothes, and said calmly:
"How about it? Do you want three hundred coins per day, or two taels of silver per month?"
"If you subscribe to a monthly plan, I can only provide guidance for half an hour a day. If you exceed that time, I will not provide guidance."
Zhu Lan knew clearly that the final result of competitions such as poetry and essays would definitely be influenced by the subjective thoughts of the chief curtain officer.
If you can prescribe the right medicine and cater to the patient's preferences, it may be a shortcut.
So……
"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Yan. Goodbye." Zhu Lan turned and left.
Don’t ask, because asking is just a rebellious act.
She really didn't believe it. With her own ability, could she not pass the college entrance examination without buying courses?
Moreover, Yan Lun just said that her song "Wang Jiang Nan Yue" was not good, and Zhu Lan was very dissatisfied.
Unless he can write a song that convinces her.
But the resulting level is nothing but affectation and flowery rhetoric.
Zhu Lan was determined to leave this time, and Fang Xiucai couldn't stop her.
But as soon as I opened the door, I bumped into someone outside.
He was an old beggar in ragged clothes and with messy hair.
He stood at the door, his nose twitching.
"There's wine...it smells so good!"
As the old beggar spoke, he kept looking inside.
Then he simply walked into the house and picked up Yan Lun's half-finished glass of wine following the smell.
Yan Lun and Fang Xiucai were also stunned. Who was this person and how could he just casually enter the house?
"That's my cup--!" Yan Lun stood up suddenly.
The old beggar laughed and said, "It's okay. I don't mind."
After saying that, he took a sip, smacked his lips, and made a sound of great satisfaction.
"Good wine! This wine should only be found in heaven!"
Then he saw the mess of cups and plates on the table, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, this soup... why does it smell so delicious? Hmm, I can smell it, there is garlic juice, crab meat, and..."
There is also soy sauce you haven't heard of, Zhu Lan thought.
The old beggar looked at the empty plates with regret, "What a shame, what a shame!"
"It's eaten too cleanly, as if it had been licked by a dog..."
Mr. Fang:?
Do you want to curse again?
"Is it this jar of wine?" The old beggar found the jar of Jiangzhou Moutai, picked it up and smelled it, "Hmm, that's the smell!"
He poured another glass without hesitation.
"Oh my, this is the first time in my life that I have drunk such sweet nectar!
The imperial wine in the palace is nothing compared to this!"
"What nonsense are you talking about..." Yan Lun couldn't bear it anymore.
This is his study, how can it be ruined by a dirty old beggar who looks like he is not quite mentally normal.
"You, you get out!"
Yan Lun's face flushed slightly. He stared at the poem that had fallen to the ground and was being stepped on by the old beggar, and said angrily:
"This is a quiet study, how can someone like you come here?
You have soiled my poems, please take your feet away!"
The old beggar lowered his head when he heard this and realized he was stepping on something, so he quickly dodged.
The old beggar accidentally spilled a few drops of wine in his hand, and his face was filled with distress.
He frowned, bent down to pick up the poem, glanced at it, then crumpled it into a ball and wiped the wine stains off his body.
"You, you, you dare to destroy this master's masterpiece--!" Yan Lun was so angry that his hands were shaking.
"Masterpiece?" The old beggar sneered, took another sip intoxicatedly, and said disdainfully:
"What a bunch of crap, how dare you call it a masterpiece."
Bullshit?
An old beggar, saying he knows nothing?
Yan Lun laughed in anger, "Come on, come on, write one if you can."
The old beggar gave him a strange look.
"If you ask me to write, I will write. Wouldn't that make me lose face?"
Zhu Lan watched all this and his heart began to beat wildly.
The old beggar's behavior and mannerisms... are so weird, so weird!
The main reason was that she couldn't remember the name of Zhu Qingyan's master, the poet who was only mentioned briefly in the original plot.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have been fooled by Yan Lun for so long.
But if she came across that name, she should be able to remember it!
"Old sir, may I ask your name?"
Zhu Lan walked up to him and saluted very seriously.
The old beggar glanced at her and snorted, "You ask me, and I have to tell you?"
Zhu Lan thought, this is a case of a little rebel meeting an old rebel.
She smiled slyly, "Tell me, and I'll tell you the name of this wine."
"Really?" The old beggar's eyes lit up. "I will always keep my name, Qingzhou Ji Wuya!"
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