Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

After bidding farewell to Zhang Zhai's family, Cui Xie also returned to the small building where the judges were waiting for dinner. Those supervising students ate earlier than him, and didn't have any thoughts on it. If they were full, they would review poems in the audition. From time to time, people would pick out the good ones, or the ones that were too bad, and chant them to their classmates to be happy.

The big accounts of the book cover votes are used to slash votes, and these scholars also smashed votes for a poem: some people even voted for a dozen of Zhen Mi's notes, all of which are on the same poem; some people voted for five beautiful ladies. I only wrote a poem about the beauty, which is not reliable with the five beauty; some people voted for Empress He and Empress Fu who were not on the list...

After all the invalid votes are swiped down, the official rating is not here, but ten "tutors" who have learned the best will be invited to the garden to score and count the votes on the spot.

In this way, as long as the instructor is selected, the rest can play at will. The seven Juren invited to be "mentors", and the remaining three mentors were recommended by 27 students. Laoju, Wang Chen, and Li Zongshang were three who like poetry and are known for their talents. Originally, Cui Xie was half of the master, and should be among the candidates, but his poems were still in its infancy, so he gave up on his own initiative and only wanted to be an audience below.

Those supervising students who don't need to be judges stretched out the little hand of friendship to him: "He Zhong will go to the garden with us, and it will be fun for everyone to walk together."

Cui Xie smiled and shook his head: "As you said, I am a half-owner. Of course, I can't just play by myself like a guest. The lights will be on when it gets dark. The flowers and trees in this garden are forbidden. No fire, I want to look around while it’s still light."

Cui Qi led the judges and mentors to stroll around the garden. Cui Xie asked his buddy to find someone to look at the garden, show himself the fire-fighting supplies in the garden, and turn around densely lit places and quiet places where few people pay attention.

The owner of the garden, Huang Merchants, and his family were also there today. I heard that he, the person who was helping to organize the convention, was going to the garden, so I took the opportunity to meet him and make friendships. The eldest son of the Huang family took a few old servants who were watching the garden, and led him to see the water tanks, buckets, pumps, hemp, etc. he arranged, and also took him to the drains, lakes, rockery caves, etc. Check the security personnel on duty at the place

Mr. Huang said triumphantly: “My home’s garden was also created by the efforts of the family. Many noble officials and family members in Beijing have also visited. If it weren’t for Mr. Cui’s face, Cui Shaodong and the treasurer would take this time again. Oiran... the beauty pageant will praise the heavens and the underground, and my father will not borrow the garden."

Cui Xie thanked him, and Mr. Huang waved his hand: "Where can I be worthy of the gratitude of my son. But our family has a lot of advantage. This conference is very interesting. There are many high-ranking officials to play, and my face is also bright. Later, when the world talked about the Jinghe Garden of the Huang Family, it was the famous garden where the first beauties of the Three Kingdoms came out, and it still raised the value of the garden."

When Cui Xie heard of a "high-ranking official", he subconsciously asked: "Is there anyone in the guest who is here tonight?"

Young Master Huang's steps were slightly stagnant, the smug expression on his face suddenly froze, and he waved his hands and said, "Is that what we are talking about!"

In the past few years, there was a panic in the East and West factories, and the rut was a big case of plagiarism. The officials didn't know when they were taken away, and the merchants were as weak as the grass in the wind. Now the big dragons of the two factories have only fallen for a year or two. Even if the factory guard's heart has not yet eased, his heart trembles when he listens to the words "Jin Yiwei". After a while, he slowed down, and then pressed his throat and asked: "There should be no taboos in the beauty pageants of the Three Kingdoms, should Jin Yiwei adults come to investigate?"

No... he just wanted to ask if Jin Yiwei came to relax after get off work.

For example, today's color has turned a little bit yellow, and there will be a curfew time of one to three o'clock before dark. If you come to participate in the final election at night, you should have already left the Chaoyang Gate by this time.

He always thinks about this, and his heart is a little loose, and Young Master Huang also loses his pleasure, and rushes to accompany him to the color shed and theater building, send him back to the judges room and leave.

The small pavilion is empty, and the judges and mentors are now visiting the garden. When they passed by during the inspection, they saw that the team had just come out of Zhen Mi Hall, and the two Qiao and Mrs. Sun might have to line up for a while. When no one came in at this moment, Cui Xie closed the window, fastened the door, and quietly opened his schoolbag and took out his clothes to change.

The classmates all came here wearing supervising uniforms, but he secretly prepared bright new clothes, a little embarrassed, but he couldn't let them meet after changing out.

Cui Xie surreptitiously took out the clothes, flattened them out and wrinkled them out, sprayed a few mouthfuls of water, and ironed them out with a hot pot from a small stove. The straight body is also specially made by him called the tailor. It is not a wide and wide shape. Instead, he took two arc-shaped vertical pleats on his back, narrowed the waist, raised the waistline, and **** the wide belt. , The waist is high and the legs are long when worn, which is much higher than usual clothes.

The cuffs are made wide and wide, the clothes are soft and thin, with only a thin layer of paste, and the big sleeves flutter when moving, just like Wei Jin style. With a thought, he found a few pieces of discarded poems from the table and folded them into a fan shape, waved the paper fan up and down, and flicked his sleeves to experience the feeling of a celebrity in Wei and Jin Dynasty. After experiencing it for a while, I suddenly remembered that I still had a bottle of men's perfume that I hadn't wiped on, so I quickly took out the tightly wrapped roll of cloth, unwrapped it, and wiped it off.

I said I wanted to wipe the flower water, but it was because the yard was too fragrant, and I haven't wiped it. I didn't open the package until today. It seems to be dedicated to the fragrance today.

Cui Xie shook his head, smiled secretly that he was thinking too much, and poured some perfume into his palm.

After the cork was unplugged, there was a faint scent of gardenia in the air, but he himself slept in the fragrance of flowers every day these days, his nose was not so good, and he was not sure, so he wanted to pour it out and smell it first. But just as soon as it was poured out, the door of the room was suddenly hit a few times, and someone shouted outside: "Grandpa, here it is, it will be here soon, come out and see!"

Who is here?

Cui Xie shook his hand, most of the bottle of flower water was spilled on his hand, half of his arm was eaten along the sleeve, and a piece was spilled on his thigh. Fortunately, he was wearing a white coat, which was not obvious. The mellow scent, which is not strong but real, came out like this, and the whole body and the house were filled with the smell of gardenia, which made him feel pleasantly surprised and headache——

It’s a good thing to finally make a bottle of flower water after doing this for so long, but it just happened when I wanted to use a light perfume...

Also spilled all over!

He hesitated whether to change his clothes back, but the more anxious the cry outside the door, the perfume was also eaten into the coat, and it didn't work to change the coat. He thought that it was wide and full of flowers outside, and the fragrant breeze sent secretly, and it didn't show that he was coming. He gritted his teeth and opened the door, and asked, "Who is here?"

The guy who knocked on the door was used to him wearing a green robe, and suddenly saw a man in white robe full of fragrance come out, almost unable to recognize him, calmly said: "It's the time for the lights to come, the formal performance is about to begin. , The son is not hurrying out?"

Obviously the show is about to begin. What are you doing as if you were talking about someone? Cui Xie felt a little disappointed in his heart, and he sighed: "I'll go over... don't lead the way, I've walked around this garden, go by myself."

He put the flower water in his sleeve pocket, asked the buddy for a real folding fan, fanned his sleeves and hem, and walked out the door.

The sky outside was completely dark. Palace lanterns were hung on the trees on both sides of the road with copper wire hooks, illuminating the whole garden as bright as day. Xiange came out of the big stage in the center, but the lights were not lit on the stage. Only the lights in the courtyard illuminate the very dark outline, and from the dark, there was a thin song.

Seats are arranged in the garden, which is divided into five major districts according to the guests' voting objects, and according to the number of votes recorded during the day, guests are invited to sit down. Any fan who wants to sit in the front row can also buy a ticket on the spot and vote for a good seat.

There are many vendors holding drinks and snacks to squeeze the last wave of money, and the servants of the owner of the garden come to sell flowers for the guests to throw on the stage to reward the beauties. At this time, the piano music on the stage was in an emergency, and a clear and moving song was already rang, singing a small Qixi song for the occasion.

After a song was sung, the lights in the four corners of the stage were suddenly lit, illuminating the musicians dressed as flying, flicking the pipa, string, and yueqin with their hands, pressing the sandal board, and it soon went dark again. A group of girls dressed as servants turned their lanterns from the corner of the stage, crowded into the stage, and illuminated a paper pavilion taller than people. On all sides of the pavilion is painted a life-sized beauty with palms together, pavilions worshiping the moon.

The first one to appear is naturally the earliest Diao Chan in the book.

There was a lot of applause from the audience, and those romantic guests who voted for Diao Chan grabbed the flowers in their hands and threw them on the stage. Against the background of such sullen music and lights, although the person in the painting is seen, it seems more fresh and interesting than the real beauty.

But the lights went out one after another, leaving only the last gleam to be hidden by the lantern man and disappear behind the paper pavilion.

The tourists in the audience felt that they understood his routine, and then sat back in their seats and waited for the next beauty to appear on the stage. But the light came on again when they relaxed and didn't pay attention to the stage. The light came out from the paper pavilion, illuminating a black silhouette in the same posture as the painter.

The four-sided paper pavilion suddenly spread out, revealing a slim figure in the center, holding a round moonlight lantern in his hand. Looking at the beauty under the light, all the flaws are concealed, and only the thick makeup on her face can be seen, just like the beauty in the painting. The light gradually came up behind him, illuminating a group of maids lanterns surrounding Diao Chan, holding her to one end of the stage and stopping.

The light fell again, Diao Chan smiled at the audience, blew out the moonlight, and hid in the darkness.

This performance is truly amazing, different from vulgarity!

The audience in the hall no matter which beauty they support, they all rushed to the stage and threw the flowers at that corner. Cui Xie was asking the crowd to get stuck in the middle of the road, and quickly grasped the new clothes and held the headscarf, for fear that it would be crowded.

It was inconvenient for him to walk backwards, and there was no room to turn around. The danger caused those people to squeeze over. He subconsciously grabbed aside behind him, but he grabbed both hands by coincidence.

A pair of extremely stable and powerful, samurai hands.

The hand grabbed him and gently pulled it outward, and the other hand held him under his armpit, placing him firmly in the narrow space between the seats. The faint gardenia fragrance seemed to blow up from the cloakroom, and the fragrance floated, separating the narrow seat from the noisy crowd.

Cui Xie looked up at the person who was supporting him, and said with a smile: "I have been searching for a long time, but I didn't see Brother Xie here."

Xie Ying let go of him, and naturally said, "I'm afraid that the shadow will block your face. The sky is dark, and your eyes are not as bright as a person who has practiced eyesight. It is inevitable that I can't see clearly. I was actually outside the courtyard in the east. I saw you once, but because I came here with a colleague and saw you have guests there, it is not convenient to go over and say hello, but I made you think about looking for me."

He wore a newly made blue satin dressing, which was also the style designed by Cui Xie, which made his figure more and more tall and romantic, that is, it appeared dim in color under the light, unlike the red and white ones.

Cui Xie looked at the guests in the audience as if they were about to come back, and said in deep thought, "Since your colleagues are here, then I will go back first. Let's go to the house if we have something to say. You have fun here, and I will ask someone to send some food. Come."

Xie Ying let go of his hand, but took another step. The delicate gardenia gradually thickened between the two, and said in a low voice: "Where do they care about eating now, let alone come back to find I. It’s boring to be confined to my seat. How about finding a place with ancient trees and strange stones, listening to the unvoiced sound from the wind and watching the silhouettes in the lights, is more elegant and interesting?"

Cui Xie had just moved around the garden. Hearing his elegant words, he moved in his heart and said, "In fact, there is a lotus pond out of this yard. There is a taller water pavilion not far from here. You should be able to see the stage clearly. Side. The remaining four beautiful ladies appear to be similar to Diao Chan. If Brother Xie is not too far away, I will take you around there?"

They passed from the seating room to the back, and out of the gate, there was a bright and empty garden. A spacious lake surface was dug out on the east side of the garden. In the pond, the flower buds of Baifuqu were half-closed, shaking with the wind along with the lotus leaves and small lotus on the water. A double-eave water pavilion with vermilion lacquer and green roof is built next to the pond, and the bottom is supported by wooden pillars to rise above the water. The pavilion is almost two stories high. Lanterns hung on the outer edge of the water pavilion, but no lights were lit in the pavilion, and there were still people on duty walking around.

Cui Xie greeted them, picked two lamps from outside the pavilion, and Xie Ying each mentioned one, and climbed up the short bridge.

The two hung the lantern by the window, leaning against the window and looking out at the stage. In fact, there is nothing to see here, but the two of them stopped mentioning it, and just leaned against the window to watch the scenery at will. The sound of your water is mixed with the thin stringed board song from the main courtyard, sending a clear Qixi Xiao Ling——

The west wind is about to turn, the strings are pulled, and the drums are harmonious.

The colorfully decorated terraces, the light flowing flowers and trees, want to connect with the Milky Way.

I think there will be less desolation in the sky, and hope that there will be more pleasures in the world.

What does this mean? There is a person who walks all over Shengge.

The author has something to say: "Shuang Tune·Zhen Gui Ling"

The tune is hard to write. I thought it was more casual than poems. It was simple. I only knew when I wrote it. My mind was empty and I couldn’t think of anything.