Rise From the Humble

In the past, the filth was not enough to boast, but now there is no limit to debauchery.

The spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe disease, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.

——Meng Jiao's "After Enrollment"

The surging crowds in the streets and alleys can ignite the air with their enthusiasm. The wide Chang'an Street is packed to the brim. Zhu Pingan rides his horse slowly onto Chang'an Street. Looking at this scene, the first feeling in his heart is the song "Dengke" back".

It can be said that after ten years of hard work and no one asked, he became famous all over the world in one fell swoop!

As Zhu Pingan rode his horse onto Chang'an Street, the people who had been waiting in the streets and alleys for most of the day were immediately excited. As soon as their eyes fell on Zhu Pingan, they started to boil.

"Look, look, the champion is so young, even younger than my brother."

"No, I'm afraid the champion is not yet an adult. How was this child raised? What did he eat to grow up? Why is he so powerful?"

"Oh my God, I really can't believe my eyes. This No. 1 scholar is really young and promising. It's worth it. I spent most of my life in vain. Now when I go back, I have something to say to my old lady. Save me. She got used to my good grandson so badly."

People looked at Zhu Ping'an, the No. 1 pick, and screamed one after another, as if they saw aliens invading the earth. They were full of disbelief and screamed again and again.

"You don't know, right now, the nephew of the eighth uncle of my seventh uncle's family is working in the house of an old man. This old man is a good friend of an old man from the Ministry of Rites. Just now, I just got the news. This number one scholar is only fourteen years old this year, and he is the youngest number one scholar since the founding of the Ming Dynasty."

An old man spoke with a showy face to the people nearby who were screaming. He looked at everyone around him with satisfaction and looked at him, and then at the urging of everyone, he revealed another piece of information:

"This Number One Scholar is really not that simple. You must not know that this Number One Scholar comes from a poor family. Do you know if a poor family has anything to do with it? He has nothing to do with the court. This Number One Scholar's family is a farmer farming at the foot of the mountain. As for my disciples, everyone’s success in becoming the top scholar depends on themselves.”

The uncle's revelation caused even more surprised screams from the crowd. In addition, revelations like the uncle's are happening all over Chang'an Street.

Whether it is modern or ancient times, ordinary people like to see the counterattack against the rich and handsome by hanging silk, not to mention the inspirational story of a boy from a peasant family who counterattacked to become the number one scholar in one fell swoop!

People looked at Zhu Pingan with even more intense eyes, and their screams were like a mountain and tsunami.

Especially some beautifully dressed girls, with rosy faces and charming almond eyes, raised the handkerchiefs, hair flowers, etc. they were carrying, and threw them hard at Zhu Ping'an. Time is like a rain of handkerchiefs and sachets.

With red robes and red flowers, a golden-saddled horse, people cheering in front and behind, Zhu Ping'an, who was leading the way, suddenly became the focus of everyone's attention. Even the second-place pick and the top pick were all in the background, not to mention those who followed on foot. Scholars.

I should be the one on the horse!

Ouyang Zishi walked behind, looking at the object of everyone's focus, Zhu Ping'an, who was throwing handkerchiefs to thousands of girls, his handsome face was filled with jealousy.

Ordinary people in the capital were crowding in the streets and alleys to watch the No. 1 Scholar, but this was not the case for the rich. They had booked private rooms on both sides of the street early, arranged for servants to clean up the decorations, and sat there leisurely. Watch from the window.

For example, the second floor of a restaurant on the street was taken over by the Yan Mansion. In fact, it cannot be said that it was taken over by the Yan Mansion. It was originally the property of the Yan Mansion.

A private room by the window on the second floor was cleared out, with soft couches, brocade quilts, flower arrangements, porcelain vases, glass lamps, etc. all available. It was very comfortable. There was also a bed made of necklaces hanging in front of the window. The curtains can be seen clearly from the inside out, but the inside cannot be seen clearly from the outside.

Miss Yan Er stood in front of the window, stretched out her slender hand to open a corner of the curtain, and looked out the window with a pair of bright eyes, calm and as calm as water.

Miss Yan Er was followed by several little girls. The little girls were in high spirits, as if they were excited. They leaned in front of the window and stretched their necks, looking out the window without blinking. They put their little feet on the ground and waited for the emperor. The street boaster passed by here.

"Miss, Miss, when I left, my uncle specifically asked the housekeeper to tidy up this room. He said that Chang'an Street can be seen most clearly from here, and now it is indeed very clear."

"My uncle said that this time he is sure to be the number one scholar. My master said that he would ask my uncle to come and propose marriage after the palace examination. Miss is so lucky."

"That's right, my uncle will take the lead and ride through here later."

A few little girls were holding the windows open and talking about my uncle and uncle in their little mouths.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You are my uncle. I didn't agree. If you dare to talk nonsense again, I'll look carefully at your skin." The second lady of the Yan family moved her eyes away from the window, turned her face, bit her lip, and scanned hard. I glanced at a few little girls.

Several little girls shrank their necks, stuck out their tongues, and smiled.

Suddenly there was a loud noise of people outside the window, gongs, drums and firecrackers blasting. The few little girls standing in front of the window suddenly stretched their necks to look out the window like cats smelling fish.

Outside the window, not far from Chang'an Avenue, I saw a team of officials from the Royal Street approaching. After a while, I saw a man wearing a big red robe and a big red flower, riding a big red horse and coming slowly.

"Uncle ~ Uncle ~ is here."

"Miss, look at my uncle coming~~"

Ever since, the little girls climaxed with excitement.

The excited voices of the little girls came one after another. However, when the No. 1 Scholar in red robes and flowers riding a red horse approached, the little girls' chirping sounds suddenly sounded like an old hen being choked by someone. , stopped abruptly.

Ah, that’s not right, why is the number one scholar not my uncle? Who is this person? The little girls looked at the No. 1 Scholar outside the window and were dumbfounded.

However

When their chirping stopped suddenly, their young lady's scream suddenly sounded in the room.

"Yeah~"

They were calm and calm as water, but at this moment, a scream pierced the sky.

When Miss Yan Er screamed, the little girls were thinking like this. Look, Miss Yan was also surprised. Just now, Miss Yan said that she would not let us call her uncle if she refused. Now she is worried. The lady was shy just now, but now her true feelings are revealed.

The little girls' gossip fire was just ignited, but was extinguished by Miss Yan Er's next words.

"Ah~~ So it's you, a disciple!"

After Miss Yan Er screamed, she gnashed her teeth in such a voice that the little girls around her were stunned.

Deng. Deng disciple.

The little girls were stunned and dumbfounded. Are you a slut? What's going on? Could it be that the young lady has something to do with this champion?

Don't scare me, miss? !

As soon as the little girls had this idea, they saw a scene that shocked them to the core:

After her young lady finished shouting this, she looked left and right, then gritted her teeth and took off the gold hairpin with dots of emerald enamel on her head, and pointed hard at the champion in red robe and riding a red horse outside the window. Lang threw it over.

The little lady actually gave that person all her favorite hairpins?

The little girls couldn't help but have an idea in their hearts. No wonder the young lady didn't agree when the master told her to marry her uncle. So it was because of this person? !

When did this happen? Why don’t we know about it?

If the master found out about this, he would have to skin us!

The little girls' faces turned pale with fright when they saw their young lady taking off her embroidered shoes after throwing away the gold hairpin.

Zhu Ping'an was riding a horse and smiling back at the enthusiastic crowd around him. Suddenly he saw something like a hairpin flying past the horse's head. He thought it was something like the handkerchief thrown by the shy girl before. Didn't take it seriously.

But just after taking two steps, he saw another embroidered shoe falling from the sky and hitting the horse's head.

Well

I can understand throwing away handkerchiefs, hairpins, etc. But if you throw away shoes, it's a bit too much.

He couldn't help but look up to see who lost it, but when he looked up, he saw a scene that left him stunned!

In front of the window on the second floor facing the street, a girl was gnashing her teeth and staring at him. She was holding an embroidered shoe in her hand and was about to throw it away. Several little girls next to her were trying to persuade her.

This girl is none other than the second Miss Yan who was out of the bath when she accidentally bumped into her last time at the Yan Mansion!

So Zhu Ping'an immediately lowered his head, stretched out his sleeves to cover his face, clamped the horse's belly hard, speeded up, and whispered in his mouth, "You can't see me, you can't see me."

cover!

Deng Tuzi, I will recognize you even if you turn into ashes!

Miss Yan Er was full of grief and indignation. She turned her grief into strength, broke through the little girls' blockage, and threw the embroidered shoes hard towards Zhu Ping'an who fled in despair.