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Chapter 115 Pen and ink do not serve

After Liu Ji and Gan Zheng sat down, Gan Zheng seemed to see Gan Qi, his expression changed slightly, and then he raised his head and showed some pride.

From time to time, someone came down from the table to chat. Gan was standing by, so he was naturally in constant communication. In this kind of occasion, it was actually a social occasion, and it was understandable that everyone would be joking and drinking.

Gan Qi's side is naturally much deserted, and the three rural people don't know anyone. A prince from the royal family came for the sake of justice, but in fact no one knows him.

The identities of the royal family, relatives, and even the prince-consorts are actually many embarrassing. For example, the imperial examination and being an official are basically unrequited. Of course, it is not really impossible to be an official. It is normal for these people to be appointed as officials, but they are just a name.

Even if Zhao Yunrang, the Prince's Mansion of Runan County, became a Zongzhengsi, he was the greatest official position and managed internal affairs of the royal family.

Politically, people with these identities basically have no future. Therefore, people with identities like Zhao Zonghan are not so keen on the circle of literati. Generally speaking, if Zhao Zonghan has a little promising future, a family with great career, and most of the people gather around him are market people, playing musical instruments, singing, and fighting dogs. That's all.

True officials will also take the initiative to avoid making relationships with the royal family. There is also a problem of avoiding suspicion. This is very important to avoid suspicion. If you do not avoid suspicion, it may be inexplicably related to things like rebellion and rebellion.

Liu Ji, not far away, seemed to have noticed Gan Zheng frequently looked up at the table and asked casually: "Duan Nian, are there any acquaintances in front of him?"

"Well, there are acquaintances and people from the same clan." Gan Zheng replied, obviously his word was Duan's pronunciation.

"Why didn't he come to visit you?" Liu Ji asked, but did not ask why Gan Zheng didn't come to visit others, but only asked why Gan Zheng didn't come to visit Gan Zheng. Just because Gan Zheng and Liu Ji were students of the Imperial College, their status in society was naturally much higher. In the future, they were probably officials. Naturally, others needed to visit them.

Everything is inferior, but reading is high. This is either empty words or reality, and it can also be elevated to moral norms. No matter what kind of wealthy family you have, if you don’t have a few real scholars at home, you can’t even raise your head when you go out, and you can only show off your face in the market and neighbors.

"Brother Boshou doesn't know that although I am of the same race, I have different paths. I have been in school since I was a child and have been working hard for more than ten years, but he often swayed on the streets. Now he probably has reached the threshold of someone, and has done some business and earned his fortune. I look down on him, and he feels contented. That's all." After answering Gan Zheng's words, he actually felt nervous. It's not that he had heard of Gan Qi's name, but Gan Zheng could not associate the two Gan Qi together. Even if someone had said something in detail with him, he subconsciously chose not to believe it.

Because Gan Zheng is so familiar with what kind of person Gan Zheng is. Others can make mistakes between two Gan Qi, but he won’t. It’s so normal for two people named Gan Qi in Bianliang City, which has a population of more than one million.

But if you really want to say it back, I heard that Gan Qi, a talent outside the Nancheng, still had some doubts in his heart, so he seemed a little nervous.

"Oh? So, it's better, seeing that those people were wearing swords, they were naturally not all the people, so they would go their own way, and they would spend all their money. It seems that this person is quite capable." Liu Ji said casually.

"Well, it must be because he is so willing to do so by clinging to the powerful." Gan Zheng replied.

Liu Ji laughed at the sound of this: "We just can't do such a thing. If we could learn to do such flattery, we would probably have been the guests of those nobles."

Gan Zhengxin agreed and nodded and said, "I just don't flatter you, can't stick to your relationship, you have to rely on yourself for everything."

Liu Ji also comforted him: "A gentleman should do this! It is better to rely on his own ability to cling to the threshold. Just wait for the famous outside Donghua Gate to sing the name, and you are the threshold. Why should you cling to others?"

"I'm polite, Brother Boshou, please!" Gan Zheng had already carried the glass to toast.

At this time, a woman walked out slowly on the small platform in front of her. She was eighteen or nineteen years old, with thoughtful etiquette and blessings down, and said, "I thank you all the young masters tonight. I wish you all the best tonight with this gift."

After the girl finished speaking, everyone stood up and gave her a gift.

"You guys Zhang, you are polite. I'm lucky to be able to listen to your music in three lives."

"I'm waiting to come just to hear the sound of immortals, so everyone, don't be polite."

Everyone answered, Gan Qi and Er Su turned to look, looking up and down at the famous flower-ceremonial figure in Bianliang City, but they did not disappoint their reputation.

But when he saw Zhao Zonghan on the side, he was still staring at him. Gan Qi asked with a smile: "It's the first time I have seen you?"

Zhao Zonghan smiled awkwardly: "I only heard of his name, but I saw him for the first time."

"It turns out that you are also a countryman and come to the city. It seems that your eldest sister's bamboo stick is very strict?" Gan Qi teased.

"Okay, okay, don't make fun of me, let's have a good time together tonight." Zhao Zonghan replied.

At this time, Gan Qi saw that everyone at each table was preparing paper and pen, and asked, "Brother Zizhan, are you going to write the lyrics?"

Su Shi was familiar with the story: "After staying for a while, everyone in Zhang should have decided on the topic and asked for a speech."

"Is it okay to just drink alcohol?" Gan Qi was forced to write lyrics and poems, which was really troublesome.

"What's wrong?" Su Shi replied indifferently.

However, it was Zhao Zonghan who smiled and said, "If everyone is in front of you, who can fill a song with a song that is famous all over the world. Isn't it a waste to just drink alcohol?"

Gan Qi waved his hands repeatedly: "You fill in, I can just listen to music and drink."

After a few etiquettes, Zhang Jiao sat in front of him and started singing music. In fact, on the face of the literati, the person who played the piano and sang music was mostly just background music, just to cheer up.

But this is not the case with Fanlou, Zhang. Most people really come to know the world with a song that is famous. The lyrics that are spread across Fanlou are often popular in Bianliang City with such a style. If Bianliang City is popular, it is not far from being popular in the world.

For example, when Liu Yong, a great poet of the Song Dynasty, went to Beijing for exams, he failed many times, so he devoted himself to mingling the various buildings of Bianliang and wrote lyrics. It was during this period that Liu Yong truly gained great reputation and has become famous all over the world. However, Liu Yong was still in his life. He had no idea how many courtesans were in the boudoirs, and how many courtesans became his lovers. Even the song "Yu Linling" that has been sung for thousands of years was written for lovers in the building. As soon as he got old, because Emperor Renzong personally opened a court of honor, Liu Yong took the imperial examination and became a few small officials with sesame and mung beans in his later years.

It has been twenty or thirty years since Liu Yong's name, and Liu Yong has also died for several years. In the buildings in Bianliang City, the opening song is almost certainly Liu Yong, and the Zhang Master Zhang is the same at this time. Su Shi did not come out, and now no one can compete with Liu Yong in the Song Dynasty.

On other tables, the servants who served had already prepared their pens and ink. However, Gan Qi and Su Shi and others had no one to send their pens and ink.

It's not surprising, because just because the three swords are inappropriate, it's no wonder that the servant is not attentive to serve him. Su Shi and Su Zhe don't care, and Gan Qi doesn't care even more.

Only Zhao Zonghan cared about it, turned around and scolded: "What's going on? Where is the pen and ink?"

The servant asked bitterly: "Does several officials really want to write or write?"
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