After coming out of Wen Tongzhi, Wu Jie felt that the vest was wet, and he touched it with his hands and felt sweat.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, it was not enough to just crash with Du Fu.

A while ago, Moth bought a lot of money for himself, including a book called "Selected Poems of Sui and Wei", compiled by Zhu Xi, a master of Neo-Confucianism in the Wei Dynasty. However, there is no name of Du Fu. I believe this person does not exist in this time and space, and there will be no future troubles in copying his poems in the future.

Otherwise, with Du Shaoling's talent, his works would not have been attracted by Master Zhu and compiled into the collection.

Of course, the rumors that the poem he wrote at the poetry meeting were made by Miss Tang’s family made Wu Jie very annoyed, and he didn’t know who released it. Although the rumors stopped at the wise, the reputation of being a wise man still made people feel a little depressed.

If you want to break this rumor, you can only copy a few more famous works of eternal origins to correct your reputation in the future.

There is nothing to worry about at all. The only thing that is annoying is that it has not been a few days since the trial of the house, and the matter of guarantor has not been implemented yet, so I have to think of some solutions.

It is impossible for Wen Tongzhi to have a place. Now that the rumors have not been eliminated, I will look for other scholars. I am afraid that in the eyes of the world, I am also a copycat, and no one is willing to guarantee it.

After thinking for a long time, I didn't think of it. After walking for two miles, gradually the scenery in front of me changed drastically.

But I saw a winding river flowing through my body, and willows are planted on the river bank. It was late spring, and the willow leaves were lush. The wind blew, and the willow branches danced with the wind, stroking the spring water, and the whole river sparkled.

Both sides of the shore are filled with red walls and green tiles, deep houses and courtyards, which are crowded and narrow but very different from the red screen wall area.

I grabbed a passerby and asked, and then I realized that this place was called Jingxijie. It used to be a dyeing shop industry, but the boss sold this area after he went bankrupt. Later, because there were rivers and scenery here, it gradually became a place for wealthy families in Sichuan Province.

Because the wealth of a province gathers here, the entertainment industry is also extremely developed, with brothels and Chu Pavilions everywhere, and there are also pleasure boats floating in the river, and the sound of pipas is constantly coming: "...I remember the first meeting of Xiaopin, the word "Luyi" is the word "Luyi" on the strings of pipa. "

A man who was carrying water at a well on the street also straightened his throat and sang: "The bright moon was there at that time, and the colorful clouds were back."

Wu Jie was slightly stunned and remembered that this was his work. He really sang Wu lyrics everywhere in the well and water, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud.

"May I ask, are there restaurants nearby?" After dinner, Wu Jie was weak and didn't feel that he could not bear it. He stopped the man who fucked water and bowed his hands repeatedly.

"It's a meal, there are." The man pointed to the pleasure boat in the river and smiled, "It's expensive. For example, if the boat is for example, it's Miss Caiyun's ship. Ordinary people don't dare to go there without having to take dozens of taels of silver. However, if you have Wu Shizhen's talent, you don't have to spend a penny."

"I won't go there, I won't do it for free." Wu Jie smiled bitterly, "Forget it, let's find another place."

I asked about the path and knew that I was just busy walking, but I was in the opposite direction and needed to turn around and look east.

Just a few steps away, I saw the door of Wen Tongzhi's family rushing over: "Mr. Shizhen, Wu Shizhen, finally found you."

"Wu Shizhen, you are Wu Shizhen!" The man who fucked the water screamed in shock.

After walking through two streets with the gate, Wu Jie felt much more comfortable after killing two bowls of bacon and pea rice in a food shop. Looking up at the sun, it was a little tilted.

I didn't expect that it would take so long, and I don't know what moth was worried about in the inn.

He was concerned about eating on one side, while the other side, the door had finished speaking with Lord Wen.

Wu Jie swallowed his last bite of rice and looked up at the door: "So, I can't pass this mansion test?"

Menzi sighed and said, "Mr. Shizhen, I personally believe in you. That poem is not something that a woman can write. Even Lord Wen was confused and half-believing and half-doubting about this rumor. But what is the use of our belief in you? The key is still with the prefect, who directly holds your future. The prefect is named Lin Bi, but he is not from a Jinshi. Perhaps this is why Lord Lin likes poetry the most in daily life. I heard that after your poem was passed to Chengdu, the prefect chanted day and night, and praised it all day and night, and said to everyone, "Wu Jie's poems are vast and paved like pine trees on the ridge." But when the plagiarism rumors came out, the prefect was so angry that he shouted "villain, villain."

Seeing that Wu Jie's face turned pale, the disciple said again: "The magistrate said that as long as he is the magistrate in Chengdu for one day, that villain... Wu Jie, you don't think about passing the tuition of the mansion."

"Shizhen, I believe in you." Menzi repeated this sentence and continued to sigh: "Mr. Wen said it, right and wrong are like fog, and I can't understand it. But because of this, I delayed my future, but it's a pity. Why not go to the prefect to make it clear in person."

"Thank you, sir." Wu Jie stood up and bowed: "Please give me some advice."

The disciple hurriedly replied: "The magistrate's companion came from his hometown to visit relatives. In order to welcome his companion, Lord Lin specially held a banquet in Wangjiang Tower, Jinjiang, and invited all the officials and nobles of Chengdu Prefecture and scholars with fame. Shizhen might as well go there to ask for a meeting."

"Okay, Wu Jie is over now and say goodbye."

After parting with the men, Wu Jie hurriedly headed towards Wangjiang Tower.

Wangjiang Tower is located on the east side of Chengdu. It takes some time to travel through the entire Chengdu city from Jingxi Street.

Along the way, Wu Jie thought about it. The rumors of plagiarism must have been passed down from the Tang family. Needless to mention the divorce of his wife last time, he refused to study in the Tang family this time, which could be said to have offended them harshly. Even though the Tang family used such vicious means, Miss Tang did write a manuscript for me that day and asked me to copy it directly.

Now, the yellow mud fell into the crotch, either shit or shit.

The imperial examination is very irregular. Whether it can be won can be said to be a matter of the prefect.

But now the prefect said that as long as he is in office for one day, I, Wu Jie, will not pass.

Therefore, the prefect must believe that the poem and the word were not copied.

This matter is simple. Isn’t Prefect Lin going to hold a banquet? A literati’s elegant gathering will definitely recite poems and write them together during the meal. Then I will copy a few more eternal quatrains to the top.

This kind of improvisational poetry is impossible to know the topic in advance. As long as it can shake the audience, my suspicion will be cleared.

Thinking of this, Wu Jie felt brisk.

But things were not as simple as he thought. When he arrived at Wangjiang Tower, things changed again.

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