As for the purple-robed man, who was he?
Why would Fang Tong and Jang Wen have such a conversation?
Song Zhi did not notice their conversation. He did not see Fang Tong's expression either.
He stood quietly at the side and looked at the poem written on the paper.
The words were neat and tidy.
They were written with great force!
Such words were not written by an ordinary person.
Song Zhi could also see the poem clearly!
It said — A word of parting.
A word of parting.
Beautiful!
That was the first word that popped into Song Zhi's mind when he saw the poem.
He was born as a poet and had even published a poetry anthology. Back in the day, many heirs of prestigious families wanted to befriend him because he was good at writing poetry.
If he claimed to be the second best poet, no one would dare to claim to be the best.
But when he saw the poem, he was impressed.
There is always someone better than you!
He felt that the person who wrote this poem must be an expert in literature.
Therefore, she raised her eyes and checked out the man in purple.
The man was dressed in luxurious clothes and exuded an air of nobility.
But there was also a hint of arrogance in his eyes.
Who is this person?
"Who is he?" Song Zhi couldn't help but ask.
His voice was soft.
But —
Someone at the side heard him. That person moved closer to him and said, "You don't even know him?"
Song Zhi shook his head.
I don't know!
"His name is Xue He. He is one of the most talented scholars in the imperial court. His writing is top-notch. Many officials in the imperial court admire him."
Is that so?
Just as that person finished speaking, someone else interrupted, "I heard that he participated in a general examination six years ago, but I don't know why he didn't pass! He stopped taking the examinations after that. This year, he is taking the examinations again for some reason. Sigh, we have another competitor. "
"I heard that he has someone backing him up. That person is very powerful. If there are no accidents, he will definitely make it into the top three."
"Is that so? Who's the one supporting him from behind? Could it be an official from the Ministry of Rites? "
"He's more powerful than the Minister of Rites. But I don't know who he is."
"Then we'll have to befriend him as much as possible."
"That's right."
The two surrounding scholars reached a consensus and thought about how to flatter him.
He completely ignored Song Zhi who was beside him.
Song Zhi didn't think too much about it.
He was thinking that a person who could write such a poem would definitely be able to make it into the top three in the court examinations.
At this moment, Xue He put down the brush, picked up the twenty taels of silver beside him, and weighed it in his hand.
He swept his gaze across the crowd.
He asked again, "What's wrong? Is there really no one who can match this poem of mine? "
No one spoke!
Xue He said, "In short, these twenty taels of silver will be placed here. Whoever can match it tonight will have the money."
After saying that, he placed the silver next to the poem.
Immediately after, everyone whispered to each other, all wanting to get their hands on that silver.
But —
But he couldn't think of a good sentence to say.
Although Song Zhi didn't like to be in the limelight and didn't like to stand out, it was still twenty taels of silver. If he could get it, he would probably be a little better off. He wouldn't have to continue reading books in the bookstore in the cold, and he could buy the books back.
Hence, his heart wavered even more.
He was also struggling.
Should he try to match the poem?
After hesitating for a long time, he clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and stood up.
He cupped his hands towards Xue He.
"Let me try."
The moment he stepped forward, Ye Zichen's expression changed.
The crowd was in an uproar!
They all stared at him.
"Who is this person?"
"I've never seen him before!"
"Can he match the poem?"
"I don't know!"
There was a lot of discussion.
Fang Tong and Jang Wen were both stunned.
"He …"
They didn't notice that Song Zhi had stood up.
They didn't have time to stop him!
Xue He smiled when he saw someone standing up.
He sized him up, then said with a smile, "Anyone can try. You can too. Please."
Song Zhi took a few steps forward, looked at the poem, and recited, "A word seems to be parting."
He pondered.
Everyone was waiting for him to match the poem!
After a while.
He said, "Like dust in the ear, when we know each other."
A word seems to be parting.
Like dust in the ear, when we know each other!
Everyone fell silent when they heard the poem.
They were shocked!
Then —
"Wow!" The crowd exclaimed.
Xue He was also very surprised, "Good poem! Really good poem. You are the first person who can match this poem of mine. "
Song Zhi smiled. "I'm flattered."
"May I know who you are?"
"I'm Song Zhi."
"I'm Xue He!"
Song Zhi cupped his hands towards him.
Xue He looked at him again and asked, "Are you also here to participate in the exam?"
"Yes!"
"It seems that there are many scholars this year!"
Song Zhi smiled.
Then, Xue He took out the silver and handed it to him, "This silver is yours."
Song Zhi looked at the silver, but he didn't reach out to take it.
"Take it, it's yours."
He directly stuffed it into his hand.
Song Zhi held the heavy silver, but he was very calm.
Xue He patted his shoulder, approached him, and said in his ear, "See you at the exam!"
After that —
He turned around and went to the second floor.
The silence was finally broken when Xue He's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor on the second floor.
The crowd rushed to Song Zhi.
They kept asking him for advice or asking about his family background.
Song Zhi didn't say a word. He just smiled modestly.
Until Fang Tong and Jang Wen pulled him out of the crowd.
Then he calmed down.
Fang Tong exclaimed, "Brother Song, I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable."
Song Zhi smiled.
"But …"
Song Zhi asked, "But what?"
Fang Tongzhi didn't reply. Jiang Wen glanced at the second floor and said, "That Xue He hates people who are better than him. Now that you've publicly contradicted his poem, it's like a slap to his face. What's more, you did it in front of so many people."
Is there such a thing?
Song Zhi was baffled. "I …"
Fang Tong said hurriedly, "Well, it's okay! Let's go and get some books. Wait for us here. We'll go together later. "
"Okay."
After the two left, Song Zhi sat alone.
Suddenly, a man came over.
Gloomy!
His head was lowered.
Song Zhi couldn't see his face.
After that man sat opposite Song Zhi, he picked up a clean cup and poured a cup of water from the teapot.
But he just put it in front of him.
He didn't drink it.
Song Zhi didn't say anything!
He stared at him.
He felt very strange!
That man sat quietly.
Suddenly, he asked, "How do you know Fang Tong and Jang Wen?"
His voice was low!
It seemed to come from the abyss.
Song Zhi asked, "You are?"
"You'd better … not be with them."
"What do you mean?"
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