Song Zhi sat in the courtyard, holding a book in his hands!
But he was not in the mood to read it.
He looked at the starry sky not far away that was lit up by the fireworks.
His heart wavered.
Go?
Or not go?
He suddenly thought of an idea.
He put down the book in his hands and took out a copper coin.
He put it in his palm.
He thought to himself, if it's heads, he will go. If it's tails, he won't go.
He threw the copper coin into the air.
The copper coin fell.
He held it tightly in his palm.
His heart sank. He opened his palm and looked at it.
It was heads.
But he still went!
Song Zhi was helpless, but in the end, he still accepted this so-called "fate".
Then he went back to his room and changed into a slightly better set of clothes.
So that he wouldn't look so out of place.
Finally, he carried a lantern and left.
Today, almost half of the people in Gaoding City had come.
He couldn't see the end of the street at a glance.
Song Zhi had never seen such a scene before.
A "big city" was indeed different!
There were many people, and it was lively.
Whatever activities were held, it was also very festive.
He squeezed through the crowd and went to the Wenqiao.
There was a very smooth red corridor beside the Wenqiao. It was filled with tables and chairs. Many scholars had already arrived, and many scholars and nobles were also there.
Behind the corridor was a spacious courtyard. There were several long tables in the courtyard, on which were brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones. The courtyard and its surroundings were filled with lanterns.
Behind the courtyard was a lake. There was a pavilion on the lakeside.
There was a veil hanging around the pavilion!
He couldn't see inside.
But sitting in the pavilion, he could see everything clearly.
Song Zhi hesitated where he stood.
He couldn't help but tighten his grip on the lantern.
He didn't know who suddenly saw him and called out to him, "Brother Song."
He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a clean-dressed, hearty man walking over from the corridor.
Hmm?
Who was this person?
Song Zhi quickly searched through his mind.
He had no impression at all.
That person walked over with a face full of enthusiasm. He put his hand on his shoulder and said, "Why are you so late?"
Song Zhi spoke in the end, "You are?"
"You don't know me, but I know you."
"… Ah?"
"My name is Yuan Jiang. There was a poetry meet previously, and you matched Xue He's poem. Do you still remember?"
Oh!
Song Zhi nodded. "I remember."
That person said, "I was also there at that time. Do you know that among the people present at that time, apart from you, no one else could match it. You are truly talented."
"Thank you for the compliment. I … was just lucky."
"Don't be modest. Come, hurry up and go in. I've made a place for you."
"Thank you."
That person pulled Song Zhi inside.
She sat down on the empty seat beside him.
Song Zhi also blew out the lantern in his hand and placed it by his feet.
A lantern cost several copper coins, so this old lantern couldn't be thrown away.
He was nervous and didn't know what to say to the people around him.
Yuan Jiang poured him a cup of tea. "Young Master Song, have a taste."
Song Zhi smiled. He picked up the teacup and sniffed it before taking a sip.
The fragrance of tea permeated the air.
Sweet and refreshing.
He said, "It's good tea."
Yuan Jiang poured him another cup. "It's good that you like it. Drink a few more cups."
He was very enthusiastic.
And it was hard to persuade him. Song Zhi drank several cups in a row.
Several people at the table also asked about Song Zhi's family background.
After all, those who could be invited here were all people of fame and status.
But when they heard about Song Zhi's background, they were surprised.
It turned out that he was a poor boy.
They all changed their tables.
Only Yuan Jiang and two other people who were close to him stayed.
Song Zhi's face was a little embarrassed.
Yuan Jiang patted him and said, "Brother Song, don't mind them. They are all superficial people. Don't lower yourself to their level."
Song Zhi smiled and said nothing.
Yuan Jiang's other two friends pulled him aside.
They asked curiously, "What's wrong with you? Why are you so enthusiastic about a poor scholar? "
"What do you know!"
"Tell me." Yuan Jiang looked back at Song Zhi and then said to the other two in a low voice, "Think about it. Although that scholar is poor, he has a powerful background! I heard that Lord Li of the City Department is very familiar with him. Teacher Ji, who solved Du Mubai's case, is also familiar with him. This shows that he is definitely not a simple person.
There must be someone supporting him. Besides, his talent is obvious to all of you. He must be one of the top three. "
The other two people suddenly understood.
"So that's why."
Yuan Jiang said, "So it will definitely help me in the future if I build a good relationship with him now."
"I didn't expect you to be so smart and think so far ahead."
"It's you who are short-sighted."
They whispered for a while.
Then, they treated Song Zhi very well.
They were very enthusiastic.
This made Song Zhi confused. He was a poor wretch. Were these people fawning on him wrongly?
But he couldn't ask the reason directly.
He could only give up.
At this moment, Yan was sitting in the pavilion on the lake.
From the moment Song Zhi appeared, his gaze had been fixed on Song Zhi.
He was well aware of Song Zhi's talent. During the poetry competition, he was the one who matched Xue He's poem.
Moreover, this person had a close relationship with Li Cheng and Ji Yunshu, so he must be outstanding.
Thus, Yan specially invited him to participate in the competition.
That's right, the initiator of this competition was Yan.
His goal was very simple. He wanted to find a disciple who had the potential to become one of the top three.
And this goal was temporarily placed on Song Zhi.
The imperial guard beside him asked, "Your Highness, are you sure he can do it?"
Na Yan frowned slightly.
Then, he picked up the cup of tea in front of him and took a sip.
He smirked coldly. "Whether it's him or not, we'll have to see if he has the ability. This Prince doesn't want to find another trash like Xue He as a disciple. When the time comes, he will implicate this Prince again."
The imperial guard added, "However, this subordinate still has some misgivings."
"What misgivings?"
"It's Song Zhi, he …" The imperial guard hesitated.
Na Yan looked at him. "Speak." The imperial guard looked at Song Zhi, who was sitting awkwardly at the table in the distance. "This subordinate feels that Song Zhi is a bit stupid. Although he's good at studying, his usual style is somewhat thought-provoking. He looks very inflexible. Even if he can become the top scholar in the future, I'm afraid he won't be able to stay in an official position.
That's why this subordinate is worried. "
Na Yan carefully considered his words.
These words weren't without reason.
It was true!
Song Zhi was too stupid!
He was too stupid and upright!
This kind of person could only survive for two episodes in a TV series.
Not to mention, if he really became the top scholar in the future and entered the court as an official, he would certainly be at a disadvantage.
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