Yun Shuhuan's breakthrough in his realm was much earlier than Xu Jie imagined.

Prince Xia Rui was attacked by a sneak attack, and he was not really angry. It was because of his identity as a prince, and only Xu Jie knew about it. Xia Rui had no airs and was beaten without any restraint.

In the evening, Xu Jie went to Xie Fang's mansion again. Now Xia Rui went to Xu Jie in the morning, and Xu Jie went to Xie Fang's mansion in the evening.

Learning piano and chess is one of them. In the court, only Xie Fang can bring news to Xu Jie.

Now Xu Jie enters Xie Fang's mansion without any notifications, so he goes straight in. After Xie Fang comes back, he changes his official uniform and waits in the pavilion. The chessboard is also arranged, the piano is also arranged, there are a lot of snacks, tea and wine, and even incense.

Burning incense is also an elegant thing among literati. Sandalwood and agarwood are often used to refresh the mind. Another type is incense. After incense is incense, it is fragrant when worn on the body. Incense is burning incense, which means burning incense and praying, worshiping heaven and ancestors.

As Xu Jie approached, Xie Fang waved with a smile on his face: "Wenyuan is here, big things are done."

Xu Jie ran to the front a few steps, bowed his hand, and asked hurriedly: "Sir, how did Your Majesty arrange it?"

Xie Fang put his sleeves around and replied: "Mr. Minister of Justice, the imperial edict has been issued, so he will go to Beijing immediately."

Xu Jie laughed and bowed respectfully again: "Thank you sir!"

Xie Fang waved his hand and said, "I am just a simple task. I can accomplish this. Wenyuan, you have made great contributions. Sometimes I look at you and feel really envious..."

"What's there to envy sir? If I can live like sir for the rest of my life, that's what people yearn for." Xu Jie was really envious of Xie Fang's life like this. He was in charge, but he was not humble and did not go against his heart. He had hobbies in life and did not live a boring life. In terms of life and spirit, Xie Fang was obviously more happy.

The pleasure and indulgence that Xu Jie wanted seemed to be reflected in Xie Fang.

"I envy Mr. Ouyang, and I envy Mr. Ouyang for having a disciple like you. I have been an official for half my life, and my disciples are all over the world, but no one can be like you. It's really enviable. If I met you early, I should also take you under my sect." Xie Fang said.

Xu Jie looked a little proud and smiled and said, "Sir, am I learning piano and chess from you? I'm also considered your disciple."

Xie Fang shook his head when he heard this: "What kind of disciple is this? Isn't it?"

Xu Jie asked a word he wanted to ask a long time ago: "Sir, I have known each other for so long, and I have never seen your family, I don't know..."

Xie Fang laughed loudly when he heard this: "I have two sons, one of whom served as the magistrate in Shu, thousands of miles away, and the other is a fortune commander in Qinfeng, and thousands of miles away. The blessings of the servants and servants are not in vain. I have taken them to read books for more than ten years, and then I will look at their own fortune. As for the female family, one wife and one concubine, they have all died of illness. Now they are alone, standing alone in the world."

The words "single" and "single" are both sad. Xie Fang said that, but he was smiling, and he was really free and easy.

Xu Jie seemed to be infected and answered: "Everyone wants to be an official, but it is not necessarily good to be an official. It is difficult to meet him when I go thousands of miles. According to my opinion, it is better to be together and be harmonious with the whole family."

Xie Fang looked at Xu Jie and nodded and replied, "This statement is reasonable and unreasonable. If your wings are hard, you will eventually fly. The flying falcon is free and happy."

Xu Jie nodded when he heard this, reached out to untie the lid of Xie Fang's chess box, and raised his hand to ask for it.

Xie Fang said again: "A strange thing happened early this morning. An army general mutinied in the border town of Xuanfu. He occupied the city and met General Li Tong with swords and weapons. The civil and military officials in the court and the country were in an uproar."

Xie Fang was playing chess, and Xu Jie also pointed a corner of the chessboard and replied casually: "The general mutiny? Are the soldiers under his command willing to follow him and lose their heads?"

"So this is a strange thing. Two military songs, four thousand people, all mutinized. The leading military commander was still brothers." Xie Fang said again.

"I'm afraid there is a lot of hidden information. It's good. Who is willing to remove his head? I'm afraid there is a lot of dirty things." Xu Jie replied.

Xie Fang nodded: "I think so too. Li Tong did something so angry that he could only force 4,000 people to lose his head. This guy is a wagging person, and it seems that I should be busy for a while again."

Xu Jie looked up and asked, "Sir, aren't this Censorate all a group of civil servants? If no one wrote a letter to complain, I'm afraid it's difficult to know the secret."

Xie Fang also frowned. Xu Jie's words really touched Xie Fang's pain point. Although there were also officials and prisons in the Censorate, the Censorate is not an investigation department, and there is no one who can investigate the matter in depth. If you really want to investigate clearly about the matter in the border town, Xie Fang really has no way to go deeper.

"Oh... Your Majesty gives me the opportunity. I have to pay attention to this matter and report it in detail. It is also a embarrassment for me." This is why Xie Fang used this matter to Xu Jie. Now Xu Jie is such a smart and wise person in Xie Fang's heart, and he is a helper who can ask for some countermeasures.

Xu Jie frowned when he heard this. After a few strokes, he answered: "Sir, you have to send someone to Xuanfu for this matter, otherwise it is impossible to know the details."

"Oh, when I was in Hangzhou, the constables in the yamen and the imperial guards in the city were all able to be transferred, and no one dared to do it perfunctorily. When the censor came, it was ridiculous that there was no one who could do the job. "Although Xie Fang was the chief censor, the censors in the past were always focused on the affairs of officials from all over the world. For more than ten or twenty years, the officials in the censors have been arranged. Even if someone sent the complaint letter to the censors, most of the time those censors did not dare to speak in the court at will. Although Xie Fang is the chief censor, the atmosphere in the yamen is not immediately changed after Xie Fang came.

Xie Fang was really helpless about the mutiny here.

"Sir, when the teacher enters Beijing, I should go to Hebei. When I arrive in Hebei, it is not far from Yanyun. Why don't I help you go and see the Xuan Mansion?" Xu Jie asked.

Xie Fang waved his hands repeatedly after hearing this: "It's not right, it's in chaos. What's the use of you scholars going there? If you didn't find out anything else, you killed the Qiu Babian bandits. I'm also a Censor-in-Chief, why bother to let you take risks?"

Xu Jie didn't say much after hearing this. Xie Fang was also an important official of the court, so he should have some other means. There is really no way. Xu Jie's trip to Yanyun is nothing.

Later, the piano sounds started again, and Xu Jie was finally able to play some songs. Although they were not so smooth and beautiful, they also made great progress.

Two days later, the day of the Star Picking Poetry Conference has arrived. Logically, this Star Picking Poetry Conference should have to wait for a while, but this year it was unexpectedly held for more than a month.

The reason is probably Xie Bing. Perhaps it is because of Xu Jie. Jie Bing wants to meet Xu Jie and also test Xu Jie.

But Xu Jie was unwilling to understand Bing. Although Xu Jie and Xia Rui arrived at the Zhaixing Tower early, Xu Jie did not go upstairs, and did not even go upstairs. When most people were sharpening their heads and heading upstairs, Xu Jie and Xia Rui went upstairs and found a place to sit down.

The second floor was full of talented scholars who were holding pens and scratching their heads. They were all dressed in particular and were all handsome. However, this poetry meeting was divided into different levels, and they still had to post poems to divert the crowds. However, there were many courtesans on each floor, because these courtesans were also divided into different levels.

Only Xu Jie looked at the brush and ink in front of him, and was too lazy to write.

Xia Rui, who was standing beside him, was anxious: "Wenyuan, write something quickly, so we can go upstairs. If we don't go to the sixth floor, we can go to the fifth floor."

When Xu Jie heard this, he waved his hand and said, "You and I will be on the second floor. The second floor is pretty good. If you want to find trouble, you can't find this second floor."

"Wenyuan, if you want to become famous, the better you will naturally go up. On this second floor, you can't even spread the masterpieces, and you won't be valued if you make a fortune." Xia Rui said again.

Xu Jie still shook his head and said, "Just sit here, the wine is fragrant and the alley is deep."

Xia Rui couldn't hear this, so he had to scratch his head and look left and right, reach out and pick up a pen, hold it in for a long time and put it into a few lines of poetry, and then read it happily.

Then he heard Xu Jie say, "The rhyme is wrong."

The happy Xia Rui's face collapsed and he replied, "I know..."

Suddenly, all the people on the second floor stood up, and said in a scattered manner, bowing to the courtesy: "I've met Mr. Wu."

Wu Zhongshu is here. At this Star Picking Poetry Festival, there are always a few famous people invited every year, which is also to improve the level of this Star Picking Poetry Festival. Of course, most of the people who are invited will also come. Famous reputation is mutual, and only when someone pursues it can you gain a reputation. Wu Zhongshu is obviously not immune to the vulgarity.

Wu Zhongshu passed by the second floor and did not stop. He just nodded left and right to signal and quickly walked up the stairs.

"Wen Yuan and Wen Yuan, this is a first-rank official, a first-rank official. It is rare to see you today. Today it will give you some vision. Is this trip worth it?" Xia Rui looked at Wu Zhongshu's back and spoke to Xu Jie.

"Wu Zhongshu, the younger brother of Wu Boyan of Jiangning. You are also a royal nobleman after all, why are you as fussy as a city person?" Xu Jie replied.

Xia Rui was embarrassed when he heard this. He thought that when a scholar like Xu Jie saw such a high-ranking official, he would definitely stand on tiptoe to see him. He looked full of admiration and envy, but he did not expect that Xu Jie had a lukewarm attitude.

"Wen Yuan, don't underestimate this Mr. Wu. There are not many serious first-rank ranks in the court. The civil servants are at the 29th level, and they will be promoted one level a year, and they will be promoted twenty-nine years. Even if you take the Jinshi exam, you may not be able to be promoted in your entire life." Xia Rui introduced.

There are twenty-nine levels of civil servants, from the ninth rank to the first rank, from the lowest level of General Shilang to the Kaifu Yitong Sansi, and it is so difficult to be promoted step by step. Xie Fang, the chief censor, was only from the third rank, Jinzi Guanglu Dafu.

The 53 levels of military officers, from joining the Martial College to the Taiwei, it was even more difficult. The Taiwei was only the second-rank level. Li Qiming was only the Grand Martial Officer. The highest-ranking military officer was not the first-rank.

"I didn't underestimate this Mr. Wu, but there was no need to make a fuss." Xu Jie replied casually, thinking so in his heart. Perhaps Xu Jie had already met Wu Zhongshu and had a conversation with Wu Zhongshu. Perhaps Xu Jie didn't care about this at all.

Xia Rui was speechless when he heard this. He probably knew what Xu Jie was. But he showed off his skills and had no effect at all, which made Xia Rui a little discouraged. Then several officials came in, and Xia Rui was too lazy to introduce them.

Three women with a little makeup and elegant dress walked up to the second floor and introduced themselves in turn.

"I have seen you all the talents."

"I met Chu Piaoxu, the immortal tower. Thank you for your love."

"Wei Qingqing, Qingyun Pavilion in my family, pay homage to all the talents."

The three of them greeted the audience, and the audience was cheering. Some people didn't look up and still lowered their heads to ponder. Some people also complained: "What's wrong with my poem? Why don't I go upstairs? How many people dare to say that the poems are better than me. There are ignorant people in the world, and they are unbearable!"

It makes sense for literati to be so arrogant. So I saw this person stand up, throw the poem in his hand into the air, get up, and go down the stairs, and rush out of Zhaixing Tower angrily.

Dividing literati into three or six grades is actually an offense. But even if you offend people, Zhaixinglou has to do this. The way of business is marketing. If you don’t raise the style, how can people flock to it? How can you make money and fame?

This Star Piercing Poetry Festival, Wu Zhongshu came to this Star Piercing Poetry Festival, just to save the scene. Wu Zhongshu naturally would not follow the business routines of Zhaixing Tower, and would still treat everyone equally.

So a servant ran down from the building and shouted, "Mr. Wu has made a question, autumn, autumn. All the talents asked for great works. If there are any masterpieces, the younger ones will immediately send them to Mr. Wu on the sixth floor to appreciate them."

Many people were very happy when they heard this topic and wrote it quickly. Obviously, many people prepared their poems and waited for the topic. It was at the end of autumn, and the topics like "Autumn" were almost accurate. If they were correct, they were naturally very happy.

The three courtesans in front of them play the piano and the strings in turn to cheer up these literati at the bottom of the poetry club.

Xia Rui, who was standing by, saw many people on both sides writing quickly, and urged him repeatedly: "Wenyuan, hurry up, it depends on you whether you can make a name for yourself today."

Xu Jie naturally thought about how he came to gain fame today, so how could he not write it?

But it is so difficult to be outstanding. The topic of "Autumn" seems easy to bet, but it doesn't seem difficult to write.

In fact, it is the most difficult to write and is difficult to excel. Because of the past thousands of years, this autumn has been written thoroughly, and no scholar has written a few poems about spring, summer, autumn and winter. Therefore, there are too many excellent works from his predecessors, such as "after the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn", "stop and sit in the maple forest at night, and the frost leaves are redder than the flowers in February", there are many, and there are all kinds of descriptive scenery, freehand and love.
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