MTL - Vicious Male Partner is a Girl-Chapter 34 policy question

The Baiwenlou Wenhui will start at 4:00 a.m. in the morning.

However, as early as Chen Shi, the road was full of cars heading in the same direction.

Shen Fengzhang sat in the bullock cart, raised the curtain, and looked at both sides of the road. The teahouses and restaurants facing the street are full of people. Judging by the attire of these guests, they are obviously educated literati.

As the largest literary society in the Great Week, the Baiwenlou Literature Society attracts countless literati to watch every year. Many people traveled thousands of miles, starting half a month or a month earlier, to witness this cultural event that gathered the top literati of the entire Great Zhou with their own eyes.

The best place to watch the Wenhui is of course the teahouse opposite Baiwenlou. Only those with power and wealth can occupy the seats on the second floor of the opposite teahouse at this time.

In addition to the teahouse on the opposite side, there are teahouses and restaurants scattered around Baiwenlou. The farther away from Baiwenlou, the lower the price.

Although the Shen family has fallen in the officialdom, they are not lacking in money. Shen Fengzhang spent two hundred gold to book a pavilion on the second floor of the teahouse opposite Baiwenlou.

Sitting in the reserved pavilion, Shen Fengzhang took a sip of the tea provided by the teahouse. The entrance is slightly bitter, the aftertaste is sweet, and the lips and teeth are fragrant. She raised her eyes to look out the window, not only could she see clearly the expressions and appearances of the people in the opposite building, but she could also hear clearly the loud voices on the opposite side.

The two hundred gold is well worth it.

As people walked up to the second floor one after another and took their seats in the pavilion on the second floor, the literary meeting at the opposite Baiwen Building finally started!

There will be three competitions in the essay competition. In the first competition, the title will be determined by Bai Wenlou. All contestants will use this as the topic within a stick of incense to write a poem with a prescribed theme.

Shen Fengzhang looked across. On the innermost side of the first floor of Baiwen Building, a high platform was placed against the wall, and a long table was placed on the platform. Surrounding the high platform, there are thirty tables and cases, on which are placed the four treasures of the study, brush, ink, paper and inkstone.

At this moment, the thirty literati who were lucky enough to participate in this competition had already stood in front of the case and were ready.

Among a group of contestants who were not young, the young, handsome, fresh and gentle Shen Juan stood out from the crowd like a pearl falling into rubble.

"My lady, that gentleman is so young, so he must be inferior to other people, right?" A curious female voice drifted into Shen Fengzhang's ears from the next door with the wind.

The lady in the mouth of the maid chuckled lightly, like a mountain spring ding dong, orchids just blooming, "I think that Mr. Lang is able to participate in the Baiwenlou Wenhui at such an age, he must be extremely talented and talented."

Shen Fengzhang withdrew his attention and turned his gaze to the opposite side again. A middle-aged scribe in a blue shirt with an elegant appearance stepped onto the high platform, and the attendants behind him put the incense burner in their hands on the long table.

The middle-aged scholar looked around, with a refined smile on his face, "Everyone who can step here today is a dragon and a phoenix among the people. Baiwenlou holds a literary meeting every year, and the rules of the literary meeting are already clear to you. No more details." He pointed to the incense burner in front of him, and said loudly: "Now it's late spring and early summer, so I invite you all to write a parallel poem with spring as the theme within a stick of incense time! The first competition Start now!"

Opposite Baiwenlou, the onlookers who heard the topic of this competition clearly exclaimed.

Parallel Fu! The style stipulated this time is actually a parallel Fu! The whole story is antithetical, two sentences form a couplet, and you have to refine the characters and integrate the classics, and pay attention to the rhythm, how can you do it in just one stick of incense!

"This time the topic is much more difficult than previous years!"

"That's right! A parallel poem can be written within a stick of incense, and this parallel poem must be written well. This—this is simply..."

Next door to Shen Fengzhang, the master and servant who were talking about Shen Jun just now, after hearing the topic clearly, couldn't help talking.

"My lady, is it really so difficult to write a parallel Fu?"

The female voice like a clear spring sounded again, with a hint of helplessness, and smiled softly, "It's not difficult to say, it's not difficult, it's hard to say." If you really want to write, let alone a stick of incense, you can do it within half a stick of incense. Write a parallel fu, but the parallel fu written in this way is just a waste of pen and ink!

For these thirty contestants, not only must they write seriously, but also write better than others, which is too difficult.

She shook her head slightly and sighed helplessly, "You just need to know that even I may not be able to write a good parallel poem with the theme of spring in a stick of incense."

"You can't even do it, lady?!" The young maid was surprised.

Shen Fengzhang originally just listened casually to the conversation next door, but now he was somewhat curious about the identity of the person next door.

Liu Wenchang took a step forward, and said in a low voice, "Do you need your subordinates to inquire about it?"

Shen Fengzhang shook his head, "No need." She was just curious.

While everyone was discussing Baiwenlou's topic this time, the thirty participants in Baiwenlou had already seized the time to start creating. As everyone said, this competition was extremely difficult. Among the thirty contestants, many of them were frowning and sweating profusely. Some even scratched their ears and scratched their cheeks, beat their chests and stamped their feet.

Curly green smoke rises from above the incense burner, lingering and lingering. Before you know it, only half of a complete stick of incense is left.

With a bang, a scholar in his thirties, dressed in brocade clothes, sweating profusely, and anxious, stared at the rice paper for a long time but found nothing. After his mind was empty, he threw the pen in his hand on the ground vigorously. He shouted at the blue-shirted scholar on the high platform, "I abstain!"

Discussions sounded again in the teahouse.

"Well, Mr. Sanmeng has never been good at composing Fu." Mr. Sanmeng is famous for his seven-character poems, and the three seven-character poems with dreams as the content are spread all over the country, and everyone knows them. The nickname Mr. Sanmeng comes from this.

"Mr. Sanmeng's luck is really bad. In the last cultural meeting, shortly after he set off from Jian'an County, he encountered heavy rain and caused mountain torrents. Mr. Sanmeng was trapped in the post station for seven days and missed the literary meeting. Last year, Mr. Sanmeng I deliberately set off half a month earlier, but met a strongman on the way, and almost lost my life. This time, I heard that Mr. Sanmeng spent a lot of money to hire dozens of guards, and set off from Jian'an County half a month earlier, and finally came to Wenhui smoothly , I didn’t expect to run into the talent I’m not good at.”

Sweating profusely, the brocade-clothed scribe was led to a resting place by the servants of Baiwenlou.

After Mr. Sanmeng, two scribes who knew they couldn't do it gave up voluntarily.

After leaving three competitors, the atmosphere on the field became more tense. Almost everyone's hair on the temples was already wet with sweat, sticking wetly to their faces, but even so, no one reached out to wipe the sweat. At this moment, they had long forgotten the foreign objects, and only the thoughts of ideas remained in their minds.

Although he doesn't like Shen Jun, Shen Fengzhang has to admit that, as the male lead, he does have two talents. Among so many people, although Shen Juan frowned slightly and stared at the rice paper in front of him, his whole demeanor was very calm, calm and thoughtful, planning strategies. Among a bunch of contestants who were embarrassed, sweating profusely, and not young, the handsome, clean and tidy Shen Jun was like the breeze in the forest, and the Chengjiang River under the moon, making people unknowingly dissipate the anxiety and heat in their hearts, and become peaceful and peaceful.

"This young gentleman is not bad."

"Yeah, no accident, I think he can enter the second game."

The gray cigarette had dissipated long ago, the last smear of ash fell from the incense, and the incense flashed red before it was completely extinguished.

"Okay! Time is up! Please stop writing."

There are all kinds of beings. Of the remaining twenty-seven contestants, some let go of their pens and took a deep breath; some had ferocious faces and swung the brushes in their hands rapidly, trying to write a complete Fu at the last moment; The rice paper in front of me, I can't return to my senses.

The servants of Baiwenlou walked up to each contestant, took away the gifts on their desks, and posted them on the wall behind the high platform in order.

The blue-shirted scribe smiled, "I think everyone present is looking forward to these verses and the final result. Next, I will trouble the seniors on the second floor to comment on the 27 verses one by one."

A servant with a loud voice, who was carefully trained by Bai Wenlou to sing newspapers, stepped onto the stage and began to recite the first poem aloud.

"... Cherish the spring flowers for a while, and show respect to the spring flowers."

As soon as the servants on the stage finished reading, there was a burst of applause from around.

The teahouse is also full of voices.

"As expected of a scribe who was recommended to participate in the Baiwenlou Literary Association! This talent is undeniably admirable! Good! I didn't expect the first article to be of such a high standard!"

The creator of the first Parallel Fu stood up and made a fist-cup salute to the surroundings and opposite the teahouse, "Concession and concession, I will not be talented, let's throw bricks and attract jade first."

The veterans of the literary world on the second floor recalled the gift just now, laid down a place, and began to comment.

Shen Jun's order is higher, seventh. Because of his calm and outstanding performance during the creation stage, the onlookers are looking forward to Shen Jun's works very much. However, Shen Fengzhang got up and walked out when the elders were commenting on the sixth work.

"Mr. Lang?"

Shen Fengzhang shook his head at the servants in the teahouse, stood on the second floor and looked around the lobby. The lobby was densely packed with people, most of whom stretched their necks and leaned forward, trying to see the situation on the other side clearly.

When he saw the guest sitting on the leftmost table, Shen Fengzhang raised his eyebrows slightly. She pointed to the guests over there, and told the servants in the teahouse, "Go and tell them that the pavilion on the second floor will belong to him for only three hundred gold."

The servant looked at Shen Fengzhang in surprise, apparently he had never heard such an order after staying in the teahouse for so many years. But he immediately lowered his head, answered yes, and walked towards the lobby.

The gentleman on the second floor is really not in charge of the house and doesn't know how expensive Chai Migui is. For a wealthy family like them, three hundred gold is nothing, but for the guests sitting in the lobby, how could it be possible to pay three hundred gold for a good seat. The servant approached the guest without hope.

After a while, the servant went back and forth, followed by the guest and his party.

The plain-looking middle-aged man walked up to Shen Fengzhang with Xiao Langjun, who was only seven or eight years old, and was slightly taken aback. Obviously, he did not expect the person who temporarily sold the second floor pavilion to have such a good-looking appearance. He knew that he was definitely not an ordinary person. .

The middle-aged man who originally wanted to say a few more words stopped the conversation with a wink, carefully considered his words, and expressed his gratitude to Shen Fengzhang.

Shen Fengzhang didn't care much, and motioned Liu Wenchang to accept the wooden box handed over by the other party, and walked downstairs.

The servant of the teahouse led Shen Fengzhang downstairs, and he was entangled all the way, how did this gentleman see that the plainly dressed man sitting in the lobby just now had such a generous hand.

In fact, Shen Fengzhang just noticed that although the other party was dressed simply, his hands on the table were clean, obviously he hadn't done rough work, and the children brought by the other party were well-bred and tender, obviously not lacking in food and drink. Although it seemed that there were only father and son, several servants standing in the crowd were always paying attention to their situation, and there were dried and solidified mud spots on the corners of these servants' robes.

All signs indicated that the father and son's family had surplus money, but because of some accidents, they had just arrived in Jiankang and did not book a house.

Walking out of the teahouse, Shen Fengzhang had just gotten into the bullock cart, and before he left, he heard a loud applause erupting from the teahouse.

She clicked her tongue lightly, knowing that Shen Juan must have finished reading that Fu.

This essay meeting is for the hero to gain reputation and help him enter his official career. Shen Fengzhang only looked at it for a while, then decided to go to the next place.

The bullock cart drove slowly on the spacious bluestone road, passing through most of Jiankang City, and finally stopped in front of a shop.

Shen Fengzhang got out of the car, looked up at the hanging plaque, wrote "Huizhen Building" in big characters, and walked inside.

The Huizhen building is not as lively as the teahouse over the Baiwen building, but there are scattered customers here and there, and most of them are ordinary people in simple clothes. They inadvertently saw Shen Fengzhang who came in from the outside, with a noble appearance and temperament, who was incompatible with this ordinary teahouse, and they were a little surprised.

The servants of the teahouse also took the initiative to step forward and carefully asked Shen Fengzhang what he needed.

Shen Fengzhang didn't take a second look at the lobby, and said directly: "Take me to the second floor."

The teahouse servant hesitated for a moment, then led Shen Fengzhang to the second floor. Their second floor is different from ordinary teahouses.

The second floor of Huizhen Building is not a pavilion, but a table similar to the lobby. Different from the lobby downstairs, the second floor is much more lively than the downstairs. There is a backgammon set on every table. The guests at the table were drinking tea while drinking Shuanglu. When it comes to the critical moment of excitement and tension, I don't even have time to drink tea, and my eyes are fixed on the backgammon on the table.

There were a lot of people around some tables, three floors inside and three floors outside, obviously all of them were watching the people inside go to Shuanglu.

The servant lured Shen Fengzhang to sit down in a quieter place, but Shen Fengzhang refused.

"No need." Shen Fengzhang looked around the second floor, and when he saw a middle-aged man playing backgammon alone by the window facing the street, his eyes lit up slightly, and he walked straight towards him. There is a passing detail in the original book. It mentioned that when Shen Jun competed in Baiwenlou, this person was looking for someone to play backgammon in the Shuanglu Teahouse, which is half a distance away from Jiankang. The author used this to sigh that this person is absurd. She just came to try, but she didn't expect to see him.

The guests on the second floor didn't notice Shen Fengzhang at first, but they were all surprised when they realized that she sat down opposite the guests by the window.

"How dare someone play chess with Linchuangke?"

"It is estimated that the young gentleman from a rich family will come to Zhenlou for the first time."

"Playing chess with Linchuangke, I'm afraid this young man will lose badly."

The second floor of Huizhen Building is basically full of regular customers. They often saw the gentleman sitting by the window playing chess with his entourage. At first, someone bullied him and wanted to win some money from him, but unexpectedly he lost everything. Many people didn't believe in evil, and challenged each other one after another, and almost wiped out the whole army in the end.

For so long, no one knew the identity of this gentleman, so everyone chose him a guest by the window according to the seat he had been sitting in.

It has been about half a month since no one dared to come and play chess with Lin Chuang Ke. Seeing Shen Fengzhang sitting down, let alone the other guests were surprised, even the guest facing the window was slightly surprised.

He raised his eyes, just about to speak, but when he saw Shen Fengzhang's face clearly, he was in a daze that was hardly noticeable. Seeing this, the middle-aged attendant standing behind the guest by the window leaned over and whispered something in his ear.

It turned out to be him. The guest facing the window put away his astonishment, and with a smile on his face, he said to Shen Fengzhang: "Young gentleman, do you want to play chess with me?"

Shen Fengzhang nodded, "Of course."

The guest by the window was swinging the backgammon on the board, and said slowly: "I don't play chess for nothing. You have to bet chips when you play chess with me."

Shen Fengzhang glanced behind him, took the wooden box from Liu Wenchang's hand, opened the box with a smile on his lips, and saw a golden light. The guests who were watching this side couldn't help but gasp.

Shen Fengzhang closed the wooden box, and pushed the box to the other party, "Three hundred gold chips." Withdrawing her hand, she looked at the other party, "What is your chip?"

The guest facing the window looked away from the wooden box, took off the jade around his waist and put it on the table, his voice was full of joy, "If I lose, I will give you this jade pendant." what.

After placing the chips, the game of backgammon finally began.

Different from other tables, the backgammon board on this table is more delicate, with black and white horse-shaped backgammon on the board, and the hair on the horses is finely slender and visible. And it seems to be made of black and white clouds, but the extra warm and smooth touch after using it shows that it is actually the best black jade and white jade.

As soon as the two sides played against each other, the guest facing the window found that Shen Fengzhang's backgammon was unusual and very good. Seeing this, he immediately became interested and began to get serious.

The people around didn't dare to get close, they watched the two play chess from a distance, and they were dumbfounded from time to time, smacking their mouths, they didn't expect this chess to be played like this at all.

Halfway through the chess game, Linchuang Ke finally looked away from the chessboard. He looked at Shen Fengzhang with extremely gentle eyes, as if he was looking at a junior whom he admired and loved.

Fortunately, he didn't go to Baiwenlou today, otherwise he might not have the chance to play chess with Lord Shen.

He looked at Shen Fengzhang who was thinking about what to do next, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

At this moment, the sound of gongs and drums on the street suddenly came from far and near. The tea drinkers who had seen the Baiwenlou Wenhui long ago became excited, "Baiwenlou Wenhui is over! The final result is out! I don't know who will win the first place this time?!"

After Shen Fengzhang took this step, he turned his head and looked out the window. A barefoot child ran briskly on the street holding a gong. Behind him, an ox cart was slowly approaching, and a servant of Baiwenlou stood on the cart, who was reading the article in his hand aloud.

There were four such bullock carts. After the literary meeting ended, they scattered around Jiankang City with Baiwenlou as the center, and loudly publicized the articles made by the leaders of the Baiwenlou literary meeting in the last competition. .

At the same time, Bai Wenlou will copy this article as quickly as possible, and send it to various cities and towns in Dazhou.

Overnight, the leader of the literary society can become famous for thousands of miles!

Shen Fengzhang remembered that the last competition of this year's literary fair was a question of strategy.

Bai Wenlou’s title quoted a sentence from an article by the masters of the previous dynasties, “Prevention before it happens is called prevention, stopping it before it happens is called rescue, and taking responsibility for it is called precepts. Prevention is the first, followed by rescue, and precepts are the second. for the next". Then the rest of the contestants are asked to think about the worries that exist today, and use this as the topic to write a policy paper.

The voice of Baiwenlou's servants reciting Shen Jun's theory became louder and louder. Shen Fengzhang could already hear the discussion about Suolu's harm in Shen Junce's discussion.

The noise on both sides of the street became smaller and smaller, and everyone on the second floor of the teahouse also quieted down, listening carefully to the voice of the servants chanting. Even the guest facing the window who was about to play chess stopped throwing the dice and listened quietly to Shen Juan's strategy.

The Yongkang Rebellion in the previous dynasty was only more than a hundred years old. Many old people still remember what their elders said about being forced by the captives, leaving their homes and following their elders to cross the Huai River.

These years seem to be stable, but in fact the Suolu people north of the Huai River have been eyeing Da Zhou. All kinds of frictions and wars occurred on the border of Huai River all the year round. In the ten years since the current Supreme Being ascended the throne, Dazhou had three wars with Northern Suoru, and countless soldiers were buried in the battlefield.

Many illiterate people on the street may not understand what Shen Jun wrote in this policy theory, but when they heard the words "Northern Suolu" and thought of the neighbor's children who did not return after enlisting in the army, they felt infinite sadness and joy in their hearts. Resentful.

Those literati who can read and write, when they heard Shen Jun's clear-cut, vigorous writing, and impassioned speeches, apart from sadness, they also felt a sense of pride!

"Okay! This article is so well written! The danger today is nothing more than the catastrophe of kidnapping!" A group of literati on the second floor of Huizhen Building, chanting the sentences in Shen Jun's article, couldn't help applauding. Among them, the youngest literati highly praised this theory and was full of praise.

Amid the applause, a sneer suddenly sounded.

Anger suddenly appeared on the faces of those literati, and they turned their gazes to the young gentleman sitting by the window.

The youngest literati got up angrily and wanted to walk towards the other party. The people around hurriedly grabbed his sleeves and tried to persuade him, "Forget it. From the look of that man, you can tell that he came from a wealthy family. He might be from a family of officials. We can't afford to mess with him."

The young scribe who got up did not listen to his friend. He threw off the crowd, angrily, and cursed loudly: "If the captive is not broken, there will be endless troubles. As Shen Langjun said in the article, in the northern counties, the scouts can't lie down because of the beacon, and the generals are put to sleep by the intermediaries! You only What right do you have to laugh at a dude who hides in Jiankang City and plays backgammon?! Maybe, you can’t even understand this theory!”

The young scribe strode towards Shen Fengzhang while cursing.

Seeing that he was about to approach the table by the window, Liu Wenchang, who was standing behind Shen Fengzhang, hadn't made a move yet. A few men who seemed to be standing idle not far away suddenly took a step forward, lifted their robes, put their hands on their waists, and with a "clang", the knives around their waists were unsheathed, with a silvery light and cold air.

The menacing scribe suddenly took two steps back, the anger on his face was instantly replaced by panic, and his face was pale as paper.

The sound of heated discussions disappeared in an instant, and the audience was silent, without the slightest sound. The people present even kept their original movements, not daring to move, for fear of attracting the attention of the guards wearing ring-headed knives.

The companions of the young scribes looked at each other, gritted their teeth, stepped forward quickly, grabbed the companion's arm, and apologized to Shen Fengzhang.

"My lord, our little friend is young, impulsive and irritable, and he has offended me a lot. Please, Mr. Haihan, please Mr. Haihan." The faces of the few of them were full of flattering and apologetic expressions, and they carefully apologized for their companions. However, looking at their silent companions at the moment, they all gritted their teeth with anger. Just now I told you not to go, you didn't listen, but you wanted to be a hero. Now if you mess with someone you don't want to mess with, you'll turn into a tortoise with its head shrunken and a gourd with its mouth sawn.

Shen Fengzhang glanced at the guest facing the window opposite.

The guest facing the window nodded slightly to the guards who drew their swords.

In an instant, these people withdrew their ring-shou knives and returned to their original positions.

The literati who came to apologize were dumbfounded. They thought that their companions had offended this powerful little gentleman, and that's why there were so many guards drawing their swords on guard. They didn't expect that these guards were actually the window-side guest who had stayed in Huizhen Building for so long. They discussed it in private, and they all thought that the guest by the window was a wealthy landlord, but they didn't expect it to be that simple.

Seeing this, these people hurriedly confessed their mistakes to the guest facing the window and thanked them.

Although the guards had already put away their knives, the atmosphere on the second floor lost its former ease and became extremely depressing. Some people couldn't stand it first, and they went downstairs together, pretending to be calm.

Seeing that someone left safely, the rest of the people immediately followed.

After a while, the entire second floor was empty, except for Shen Fengzhang, the guest by the window and their respective attendants, there was no one else.

The guest facing the window sighed in his heart, he knew this would be the result. However, what surprised him was that Shen Fengzhang, who was sitting across from him, still looked calm and unhurried even when he saw these guards who drew their swords to face each other. As expected of the grandson of Duke Shen, his courage is really good. For the sake of the old Duke, he already had a good impression of Shen Fengzhang, but now that he knew that she would go to Shuanglu, he didn't panic when things happened, and he immediately liked this junior even more.

He remembered Shen Fengzhang's sneer just now, and asked curiously: "You just laughed just now, could it be that you think this article is not well written? Don't you think Suolu is the current worry?"

Shen Fengzhang paused for a moment while fiddling with the teacup. She raised her eyes, looked at the person opposite, smiled slightly, and said slowly: "The king is the lord of all subjects in the world. But he is the lord of all subjects in the world, and he has the utmost responsibility." Heavy. If the king understands the theory of law and order, no one in the world would dare to use troops."

"Your Majesty, what is the danger of the Great Zhou? You already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"