However, Miss Wang suddenly turned the topic to Zhang Chi and asked Zhang Chi from a distance: "What do you think of this poem by Mr. Zhang?"

Zhang Chi didn't expect Miss Wang to suddenly ask this question, and hesitated for a moment, saying, "This poem is still good."

"Since even Mr. Zhang said it's good, then this poem must be good." Miss Wang said lightly.

Ma Yanjie has been fond of studying since he was a child and has been studying abroad for nearly a year. His purpose is just this recommendation place in the academy. Master Han also attaches great importance to him. Everyone in the academy also admires his talent and knowledge. He thought that this year's recommendation would be him, but unexpectedly, at the last moment, a young master Zhang came out.

During the Wei and Jin Dynasties, they all rely on the ninth-rank Zhongzheng system to select scholars. If they were born in poor families, they would probably only rely on the gentry, otherwise they would not be able to get a job even if they worked hard for half a lifetime. Although Ma Yanjie came from a poor family, he had a high opinion of himself, so although Miss Wang meant to value Zhang Chi, how could he admit defeat since ancient times, literati were inferior to each other?

"Since Miss Wang is valued by her, I must be very talented and wise, so I would like to ask her for advice." As soon as Ma Yanjie heard Miss Wang say, he came over and said to Zhang Chi.

Now Zhang Chi has guessed that Miss Wang must have done it on purpose, but she doesn't know why Miss Wang put him on the cusp of recommendation. Although Zhang Chikuai was crazy, she never was crazy for no reason. Seeing that Ma Yanjie had a good attitude, Zhang Chi decided to keep a low profile for the time being and said perfunctorily: "Young Master's poems are naturally exquisite, and his speech is far-reaching, and it is not enough to be lower."

After hearing Zhang Chi say that he couldn't recognize himself, Ma Yanjie smiled knowingly and turned to Miss Wang and said, "Miss, it has been nearly a year since the students came to the academy to study. If they talk about poetry and students recognize second place, no one would dare to recognize first place."

Zhang Chi originally had a good impression of Mr. Ma, but now after hearing Mr. Ma’s words, he began to feel a little disgusted with this man’s arrogance.

"Young Master needs to know that the truth that those who are inferior to one’s own slightest will not be complete, and those who are arrogant will not be clear." Miss Wang also frowned slightly.

Master Han naturally agreed to recommend Mr. Ma. Seeing Ms. Wang frowned, he hurriedly said, "Miss, although Mr. Ma is a little proud of his talent, if you are talented, you are indeed the best among the scholars who study in the academy."

After all, the academy is the Wang family's academy. Although Master Han wanted to recommend Ma Yanjie, Miss Wang frowned, so he had to ask carefully: "Miss. Look at this recommendation, Miss..."

Miss Wang smiled slightly and did not answer. Instead, she asked Zhang Chi from a distance and said, "What do you think?"

Seeing that Miss Wang valued Zhang Chi so much, Ma Yanjie had already felt angry. He thought that only by being at this poem banquet could he be recommended by the Wang family. So he walked up to Zhang Chi and said, "Since Miss Wang said that the young master is talented, we might as well fight for poetry and talent, which can increase the enthusiasm of everyone present. I don't know what the young master wants."

Zhang Chi was naturally not afraid of his poems when fighting with Zhang Chi. In fact, Zhang Chi had already understood at this time. Miss Wang might have intended to recommend him, but she was afraid that everyone would not accept it, so she arranged this poem banquet. Although this young man named Ma Yanjie was very talented, his scheming was much lighter than Miss Wang. Miss Wang was just a little excited and jumped out to be his own stepping stone.

Sure enough, before she could open her mouth, Miss Wang had already spoken: "Since that's the case, everyone present was proof, and the two young masters fought for poetry in public. The winner should recommend it to the Wang family."

Mr. Ma was waiting for Miss Wang to mention the recommendation. When he saw Miss Wang promised to recommend the winner, he said, "Then please ask the lady to give the question."

Miss Wang smiled extremely brightly and said, "If I ask questions, it will inevitably be unfair. It is better for me to ask questions first and Master Han to ask questions second. If the rest of the people are interested, they can ask questions from now on."

"Miss, this is very good." Master Han also felt that this method was quite fair.

Seeing that everyone had no objection, Miss Wang pondered for a moment, pointed to the wine cup on the table and said, "The first question is to use wine as the topic."

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"Brother, Miss Wang seems to intend to do this today. I am afraid that he will see that his brother has no official position and wants to recommend his brother through this opportunity. Brother must not let Miss Wang down." Ding Yizhi saw that Zhang Chi was just drinking, and whispered to Zhang Chi.

The cup at the banquet today was small and it was not satisfying to drink. Zhang Chi drank more than a dozen cups in a blink of an eye. In fact, he was a little embarrassed to let this pretentious poor student be his stepping stone, so he wanted Mr. Ma to write poems first. In this way, even if he waited for a while, it would not be too embarrassing.

But Zhang Chi had already drunk more than a dozen glasses of wine, but when he saw that Mr. Ma was still thinking hard, he might have to wait for him to write a poem and he would almost get drunk.

So Zhang Chi then poured a glass of wine, held the glass with his left hand and said, "If the sky doesn't love wine, the wine star will not be in the sky."

With just this sentence, everyone calmed down.

Then Zhang Chi ordered some wine and sprinkled it on the ground, continuing: "If the earth does not like wine, there should be no wine spring in the ground."

Then he paused for a moment and recited the whole poem out loud: "The world loves wine, and loves wine is worthy of the heaven. I have heard that it is clear and saint, and the way is turbid as virtuous. Since the sages have already drunk, why should I seek the gods and immortals? Three cups of the way are connected to nature with one bucket. But if you get the fun in the wine, don't pass it on to those who wake up."

After Zhang Chi's poem was finished, everyone was shocked. Of course, except for Miss Wang, Miss Wang had long expected this situation, but just looked at it and said lightly: "Good poem."

At this moment, Mr. Ma knew that no matter what he wrote, he could not surpass Zhang Chi's poem. However, he did not believe that Zhang Chi could write such a good poem in a short time. He must have colluded with Miss Wang, so he swayed his long shirt and said in a hint: "Young Master Zhang can write such a good poem in a moment, and I am afraid that he has prepared for it. If Mr. Zhang cannot do this second question or his level has greatly reduced, he may be suspected of cheating."

After saying that, Ma Yanjie turned around and bowed to Master Han, saying, "The student admits his defeat in this first question. Please ask Master to give the second question."

The second question is that Master Han gave the question, and Zhang Chi had no chance to prepare in advance, so Ma Yanjie said so confidently.

"As a person, you should be righteous, and you should not do things that are frivolous. The second question is to take righteousness as the topic." Master Han said slowly.

In fact, Master Han had long suspected that Miss Wang wanted to recommend Zhang Chi, but she was afraid that everyone would not accept it, so she acted in this drama. Otherwise, how could this person have such talent? Isn’t that a genius?

That's why we should take the title of righteousness and say that people should not do things that are frivolous and slack.

Zhang Chi looked at Ma Yanjie and Master Han’s way of judging a gentleman’s ambition with a villain’s heart, and he couldn’t help but feel funny, so he didn’t wait this time. As soon as Master Han finished speaking, Zhang Chi’s poem was blurted out:

"The heaven and earth have righteous energy, and they are mixed and flowing. The lower part is the river and the upper part is the sun and the upper part is the sun and stars. It is called Haoran and the vastness of the vastness. The imperial road should be clear and free, and the harmony of the Ming court. When you are in the end, you will see it, and you will be painted one by one.

In Qi Taishi Jian, in Jin Donghu's pen, in Qin Zhang Liangzhu, in Han Suwujie, in Han Suwujie, in general Yan's head, in Ji Shizhong's blood. Some are Liaodong hats, Qing dynasty, and Qing dynasty, and some are ghosts and gods cry heroic. Some are crossing the river and oars, and they are generous in Hu Jie. This is the magnificent spirit and the magnificent will last forever. When it runs through the sun and the moon, life and death will be at peace."

The Song of Righteousness, which Wen Tianxiang has been passed down through the ages, was born more than a thousand years ahead of schedule. Of course, Zhang Chi only excerpted the first half of this poem.

This poem is passionate. As soon as Zhang Chi finished reciting it, even the students who always thought Ma Yanjie was very talented and praised him.

Mr. Han's face turned red. Now he asked this question himself. Zhang Chi could not have cheated. I remembered that he was suing Zhang Chi just now, so Mr. Han felt ashamed.

However, Master Han is a well-educated man after all. After hearing this poem, he couldn't help but praise him, "My wonderful, this poem is powerful and can be used as a golden sound."

Then he turned to Miss Wang and said, "Miss, Mr. Zhang can become a poem in a moment. He has the talent of Zi Jian. It is rare to see in a century. This recommendation is indeed recommended by Mr. Zhang."

The Zijian mentioned by Master Han, of course, refers to Cao Zhi. Cao Zhi was smart since childhood. When he was only over 10 years old, he could recite poems, articles, and essays hundreds of thousands of words, speak for himself and write them in a complete manner. The Jin Dynasty advocated the style of Jian'an, and Cao Zhi was even considered a model of articles.

It can be seen that Master Han’s evaluation of Zhang Chi was already extremely high at this time.

Ma Yanjie was already sweating profusely. He was a poor student. If he wanted to embark on the official career, he had to rely on the recommendation of a family. He didn't know how hard he had, so he had the opportunity today. When he heard that even Master Han agreed to recommend Zhang Chi, he had lost his composure and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Miss, Master, these two questions are not the main points of students, and they are definitely not the students who can't compare with Mr. Zhang."

"What is Director of the Young Master?" Miss Wang asked Ma Yanjie with a smile.

"The student is good at poetry about mysterious principles, so I asked the lady to agree and let Mr. Zhang compete with the student for whose poem there is more mysterious principles."

During the Wei and Jin Dynasties, mystical poetry was advocated, but most of these mysterious poetry were boring and boring, like chewing wax.

Master Han saw that Ma Yanjie was not aware of his advance and retreat, so he brought humiliation to himself. He couldn't help but sigh, and then asked Zhang Chi, "What do you think Mr. Zhang?"

Zhang Chi wanted to leave a step for Ma Yanjie and returned to his seat early. At this time, he heard Master Han ask, and then smiled and said, "I won't compete again, right? Since I won by chance, what else can I compare?"

When Ma Yanjie heard Zhang Chi say this, he snorted coldly and said, "It turns out that the young master also knows that he won by chance. He is afraid of fighting in the battle, and isn't he afraid of laughter?"

Zhang Chi was not angry, but Santong couldn't stand it anymore. Ma Yanjie was really arrogant. Why did he wait for his own insult? So Santong jumped to attend, but he knew that he didn't look like a scholar, so he shouted: "I am my grandson's scholar. My son disdained to compete with you. You can't see it, and he dared to speak loudly. If you don't accept it, I will teach you a lesson for my son."

The reason why Santong is so confident is of course because before the banquet, he had already asked Zhang Chi to teach him a poem that could mock others. Santong is so arrogant, how could she miss such a good opportunity?

"You? You can write poetry?" Ma Yanjie looked incredible.

When Santong saw Ma Yanjie despising him, she was furious. When she was despised, she would certainly despise her. So he said, "Of course I can write poetry, and my poem is profound. With your little talent, I may have to read it aloud three or five times before I can understand the truth!"

"Then you let everyone see it." Ma Yanjie was already very angry at this time, thinking that he would make this book boy lose his face: "I want to see, I can't even understand what the reason is."

"Get paper and pen!" Santong felt that he was the most powerful now, so she wrote the poem that Zhang Chi taught him, and then added a sentence: "You have to read it carefully, otherwise I'm really afraid that you won't understand it."

Ma Yanjie took the poem and read it once, and said, "What kind of poem is this? It's simply nonsense."

Santong grinned and said, "I knew you wouldn't understand it. Why not do this? You read it three times aloud. If everyone doesn't understand it, I will admit loudly that I'm bullshit, but if everyone knows it, you don't know the truth in this poem, then you are bullshit."

Ma Yanjie read the poem again. He read the classics and history well. If he couldn't see any truth, he really didn't believe others could see it. So he read it loudly according to Santong's poem: "The fruit ripens in the plum blossoms, the branches are painted in the sky. The fish kissed the stone water, and the stones said that the spring green was green."

The people of Ma Yanjie, naturally, could not hear the northern dialect, but many people present came from the north and were naturally not unfamiliar with the northern dialect. At this time, they saw Ma Yanjie shouting seriously, "I have never read a book, I can only farm, and want to ask who I am, I am a stupid donkey. Everyone present couldn't help laughing.

Ma Yanjie had just read it once, and everyone burst into laughter, but he still couldn't understand what he meant. Could it be that there was a truth in this poem? I thought to myself, so I quickly read the poem carefully again from the beginning.

When everyone saw Ma Yanjie's serious look, they couldn't help laughing even more.

Ma Yanjie was not stupid. Seeing that everyone was laughing, he knew something was wrong. After reading it carefully several times, he naturally realized his reputation. His face was so angry that he blushed, but he couldn't get angry. He pointed at Santong's fingers and pointed for a long time. He knew that he would be in vain if he stayed there. He threw his sleeves and left the table angrily.

Miss Wang was really happy to smile at this time. She found that as long as Zhang Chi was by her side, things seemed to always happen that made her happy. Zhang Chi was indeed magical.

Everyone laughed for a while, and when everyone's laughter gradually faded, Ms. Wang said, "Young Master is talented and knowledgeable. My Wang Academy wants to recommend you to the court as an official, but I don't know what your son wants."

In fact, Zhang Chi didn't really want to be an official, but Miss Wang's kindness was not enough to let him down. Besides, he just left the popularity of the academy's original recommendation, and if he refused, he seemed unreasonable, so he asked, "I wonder what official can I recommend?"

"Now that the court has formed a new army, I want to recommend the young master to join the position of Gongcao." said Ms. Wang.

"What did Gongcao join the army do?" Zhang Chi didn't last long, so he was naturally confused about the official positions in ancient times.

Ding Yizhi smiled slightly at this time and explained on the side: "This is an official in the military palace and the leader of all Cao Cao. Just like Xun Yu in the past, he was Cao Cao's army."
Chapter completed!