Yu Wenjing jogged over, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his eyes paused on the Xingguan robe on his body and the practice book under his armpit. He was a little envious and smiled:

"There is no time to go out, it's not just running errands to send some manuscripts."

Huang He said curiously: "Or the Yuanqing Ceremony?"

"Well, this time it is a biography of Bodhisattva Liuli. I have asked for some documents from Mr. Li Jian before, and after it is repaired, I will send them to review." Yu Wenjing explained.

So... Huang He listened, and greeted casually, and pulled the other person into the elegant seat of the dining hall.

I ordered a pot of wine, a plate of snowflake mutton, and a few vegetables.

After Yu Wenjing complained about his hard work, he looked him up and down and sighed:

"I haven't seen each other for two months, like three autumns. I have also heard about your encounters in Hanlin Academy. Time is moving forward, and it is a joyful congratulation."

Huang He smiles sincerely:

"If you hadn't been dragging me to send the manuscript in the past, I might still be hanging with the doctoral position today."

This is true. If the two sides did not meet that day, the manuscript might have been thrown away.

Huang He and Ji Ping'an will not have much intersection, and there may not be any follow-ups.

Life experiences, looking back, are full of coincidences.

Of course, the most important thing is to meet the young master's support.

Yu Wenjing shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"What do you have to do with me? If you and I had changed positions in the past, I would not have the courage to resign as a doctorate and be a boy for others."

He raised his glass and drank it, and he changed the topic with a smile:

"So, I signed up for the literary meeting this time. I want to learn from you, so let it go."

"Academic meeting?"

"Well, you should know, the martial arts performance at Yunhuai Academy is to compare poetry and articles with those of the Shendu scholars. The specific date and location have been decided, and it will be held in Wenxuan Building.

"At that time, the Hanlin Academy will be the main force. When I came out in the morning, I saw Lian Guozhe and Mr. Zeng arrive together, and I should have discussed this matter with the bachelor of the head of the school."

Yu Wenjing said.

In addition to being a national player, Lian Cong Yun and a great chess player, he is also one of the great scholars of the God Capital.

"Zeng Gong" said that he was not unfamiliar with him. He was the white-bearded old man led by the judges in Qingxing Garden. Later, he personally went out to announce his victory with Ji Ping'an's painting.

He is also a famous scholar in the capital of God.

As for the Hanlin Academy, as a noble and noble place, the dream of scholars.

Any one of them will be very knowledgeable.

Therefore, the one who responded to the battle this time was led by the Hanlin Academy.

Yu Wenjing is just a Shuji scholar. It is not his turn, but poetry and articles are not closely related to age.

There are many young talents, while those who are old will have deeper insights in life, and each has its own advantages and disadvantages.

Therefore, he mustered up the courage to sign up this time and would also participate in the literary meeting. If he could make a name for himself, it would be of great benefit to his future career.

Yu Wenjing said:

"If you are interested in it, you can come to Wenxuan Tower to see the fun. I can find a way to get you a seat..."

After saying this sentence habitually, he shook his head and said to himself:

"I almost forgot. With Brother Huang's current status, there will be a way to go."

Huang Hexin thought:

With the young master's personality of a quiet person, he may not be willing to join in the fun, but the city will be lively and prosperous at that time, and it will be a good thing to go and relax.

...

...

In the next few days, the storm in the Shendu will rise again, and news about the Wenhui will be in full swing.

It coincides with the summer when the willows are green, which is also suitable for scholars to gather. The Hanlin Academy is headed by the Hanlin Academy, and the Scholars in the Shendu are shocked.

Many famous people also joined in the fun, called on friends, and held a literary conference on the same day.

In a few days, only the spread was held. On that day, there were 13 cultural conferences that were confirmed to be held in the city.

This is still famous, and those smaller ones are not counted.

Scholars are ready to show their powers, and the merchants in the city also seize business opportunities and participate in the grand event, which feels like a festival.

On this day, when Ji Ping'an finished teaching at Liangyi Hall, when he walked into the canteen, he heard all the comments about this matter.

Star officials in various academies and students who have not yet practiced their practice were talking, preparing to go to watch the fun together.

"Teacher." Lin Qin walked beside Ji Ping'an and suddenly said, "Did you have time that day?"

Ji Ping'an looked at her and shook her head with a smile. The female Si Chen was very disappointed, but she didn't say anything. It was not her style to pester her.

...

After a meal.

When Ji Ping'an returned to Qinglian Xiaozhu, he saw the old girl in a lotus leaf-colored silk dress lying on his rattan chair, imitating him on his face covering a book.

The two short legs were stretched, and the boots were shaking.

Ji Ping'an said helplessly: "What are you doing?"

Mu Yaoyao was shocked and pulled off the book on her face. Her cheeks were still bulging, so what were she eating.

"Brother Dasi..."

She screamed in vaguely, stretched her neck, swallowed the fruit in her mouth, and patted her chest and said:

"Waiting for you."

"Wait for me?" Ji Ping'an walked over, pulled her out of her chair, and threw her aside:

"What are you waiting for me?"

Mu Yaoyao raised her slightly fat little face, and the bangs on her head covered her white forehead like a small brush, and said:

"Tomorrow, everyone is going to go for a walk, and Master will go with you, so I'm here to call you."

"I'm not interested, I think it's noisy." Ji Ping'an lay on the rattan chair and breathed:

"At that time, the entire competition venue is crowded. I'm afraid that the princes and nobles of Shendu, some literati, will come over and squeeze in, why do you want to force yourself? It's not that you are more practicing."

Mu Yaoyao said:

"It's not to go to Wenxuan Building. I heard that the seats there have been booked long ago. We have to worry about going there, and we have to find people from the Ministry of Rites to raise contact. Master said that everyone goes shopping and is the only way to relax during the festival. The Gods' Awards will be the best place to reward you.

It's not good to collapse too tightly."

Just shopping... Ji Ping'an showed hesitation on his face, but Mu Yaoyao came over and pulled her arm and swayed for a while, so annoyed.

Had to let go:

"Then... OK, call me then."

"Okay." Mu Yaoyao completed the task and ran away happily.

She is quite passionate about eating, drinking and having fun and watching the fun.

Ji Ping'an shook his head and laughed. At this moment, his chest suddenly became hot, and a familiar vibration came. He took out the folded talisman paper and unfolded it.

The text slowly emerges:

[Yu: Tomorrow's Japanese Wenshu Conference, Yunhuai Academy and Hanlin Academy competed in Wenxuan Building. Have you grabbed the seat?]

Ji Ping'an was silent for a while, using his fingers as a pen, using Lingsu instead of ink, and wrote on the talisman:

【No】

After a few breaths, the talisman vibrated:

【Yu: Hahaha, I have it!】

Ji Ping'an: "..."

[Yu: Do you want to see it? This saint can find you a place, as long as you help me answer some cultivation questions...]

【Season: Not interested】

【Yu:…】

He folded the talisman paper, lay down leisurely, picked up the book and covered it on his face. At this time, the sunset fell, the night rose, the stars in the sky were lit up, and the bright moon hung high.

An unseen star bridge that penetrated the sky rose above Ji Ping'an's head.

It was like a giant sword that penetrated into the sky, and began to suck the starlight.

As always, enter the rhythm of practice.

...
To be continued...