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In the small pavilion, the old man held four chapters of the scroll, and everyone present remembered the contents in their hearts.

There were four more juniors in the pavilion, all standing there at a loss.

There was no need to say much about 6 Qin, Ouyang Changhao, and Liu Ruyan, but the man called Su Heng had a great background. He was the most talented man in Yangzhou City and had been famous for a long time. However, because he was born in a commoner family and rarely had the help of noble people, he was still a wandering scholar. In terms of real talent and knowledge, this boy definitely has the ability to help the world, but he was born in a peaceful and prosperous era, otherwise he would have made a mark in the long river of history.

"You are the most talented young people in Yangzhou. The answer to the question about 'Confucian scholars' was the most satisfactory by the four of you." The old man looked at the four people and spoke slowly, "However, the writing is limited after all. You can take this opportunity to talk about your understanding of 'Confucian scholars'."

The four did not answer immediately. The old man first handed the answer sheet to the prefect, and then the prefect handed the answer sheet to each of them so that they could think clearly in the following discussion.

It is reasonable that Ouyang Changhao, Su Heng, and Liu Qin were selected, but it was a bit unexpected that Miss Liu was selected. After all, there are many talented people outside who are better than Liu Ruyan in terms of fame and practical knowledge.

Among the four, Ouyang Changhao and Liu Ruyan's answer sheets were full of words, while the answer sheets in the hands of Liu Qin and Su Heng were only a few words.

Everyone took their own answer sheet. Just when someone was about to speak further, Su Heng said in surprise: "Huh? This... This is not written by me."

As soon as the voice came out, everyone in the pavilion was shocked and cast curious eyes.

The prefect also came over: "Didn't Mr. Su write 'Confucian scholars are what people need'?"

Su Heng also frowned and looked at the answer sheet in his hand. It was indeed written "Confucian scholars are what people need", but the handwriting was completely different from his. What was more obvious was that there was a small "Xia" in the corner of the answer sheet.

And Su Heng only had the answer sheet, and did not leave his name on the paper.

"Xia?" The prefect also saw this and exclaimed, "Could it be that the person who answered this paper was surnamed 'Xia'? But why is it exactly the same as Mr. Su's answer?"

"What? There is such a strange thing in the world?"

Not only the prefect, but also the bigwigs sitting in the pavilion stood up in surprise.

This is a rare thing. In the policy paper, the two people's arguments are exactly the same. So far, they have never encountered such a thing.

The old man in the middle also stood up with a smile, walked to the table beside him, and found another identical answer sheet from a pile of answer sheets. There was no word "Xia" on it, only "Confucian scholars are what people need."

"Mr. Su, is this your paper?"

Su Heng took a look and recognized it at a glance: "It is written by me."

This is even more strange.

Mr. Su's answer sheet was found, who wrote the answer sheet with the word "Xia"?

"Come here!" The old man said cheerfully, feeling very happy, "Find the person who answered this paper."

...

While everyone in the pavilion was talking, the second batch of selected works had been announced. Only five or six people were selected and invited from the lakeside at the foot of the mountain to the pavilion outside the middle of the mountain, and they also had a place.

But among these few people, there was no name of Xia Shang. Seeing that the young man who had come in earlier and asked for a beating was invited to the halfway point of the mountain by the tea-picking girl, Jiangnan was so anxious, his face was red, and he was full of dissatisfaction.

"Sir! It's all your fault. Who told you not to answer seriously? Now you have to watch others go up."

Xia Shang's expression was flat: "Since we are here, we should make the best of it. Nothing can be forced. We were not invited, not because I didn't answer well, but because no one here appreciates it."

"Hahaha..."

Xia Shang's words caused a burst of laughter, and the laughter came from the person who was invited, who stopped and looked back at Xia Shang.

"This is the first time I have seen such a shameless person. It really opened my eyes."

"That's right! If you really have the ability, why don't you invite someone to go up there? You shamelessly say that others don't know how to appreciate it. Don't you think about how many talented people are here today? Don't you think everyone doesn't know how to appreciate it? I can't be so shameless."

Someone else echoed not far away, and Jiangnan paced back and forth in anger. If he had a whip in his hand, he would definitely give them a few whips.

At this moment, someone came quickly, took out an answer sheet in front of Xia Shang, and asked anxiously: "Xia Shang? Is it you? Did you answer this question?"

Looking at the visitor again, it turned out to be the prefect!

The prefect came in person, and I didn't know what he was talking about? Everyone was scared and stepped back.

Xia Shang was also shocked. He stared at the answer sheet in the prefect's hand for a while, and then he came back to his senses and nodded.

The prefect was overjoyed: "It's you!"

Seeing Xia Shang admit it, the prefect said no more, grabbed Xia Shang's hand, and dragged him up the mountain without saying anything.

What's going on?

The prefect personally came to invite him to go up the mountain?

Is this a joke?

"Sir, wait for me!" Jiangnan reacted, and before he could mock everyone present, he quickly chased after him.

This time, the prefect personally came to invite him, which was a great honor.

At this moment, he could only be described as overjoyed.

I thought Xia Shang would follow the prefect and leave, but he stopped abruptly after a few steps.

The prefect was anxious: "Oh! Let's go."

"Don't panic! I still have something to say."

"Let's talk later!"

"No, you have to say it now."

The prefect couldn't do anything to him, so he shook his hand away: "Hurry up and say what you want to say."

Xia Shang shook his clothes coquettishly, turned around and bowed to the people who were looking at him, with a standard Confucian attitude.

Everyone felt comforted when they saw this, thinking that this guy was still sensible and not proud and complacent.

Just thinking about it, Xia Shang looked up after bowing and smiled faintly: "Don't get me wrong, Xia just wants to say that everyone who laughed at me before is trash."

After saying that, he no longer looked at other people's expressions, turned around and patted the prefect's shoulder: "My lord, let's go."

Jiangnan was very happy to hear this, and turned around and added to the stunned people: "It's all trash!"

After saying that, I knew how the gentleman felt before, it was really great!

A gentleman is a gentleman, and he is so knowledgeable when scolding people.

The few people who were in a daze gradually came back to their senses, and they were so angry that their heads and ears were red, and their eyes were almost popping out.

"This guy is so arrogant that it is infuriating to both humans and gods!"

"It is really a great shame!"

"Brother Meng, you must ask us to put an end to this man's prestige!"

The man called Brother Meng was the one who was invited to the middle of the mountain. He was also very angry, thinking that everyone was invited to the middle of the mountain, and he was just invited by the prefect himself. In the end, they are also the same kind of people, what is there to be arrogant about?

"Don't worry, everyone, Meng is not talented, and I will do my best to wash away the shame!"

After saying that, the man surnamed Meng rushed to the pavilion halfway up the mountain with a fierce momentum. He looked around and didn't see Xia Shang, only Jiangnan was idle outside.

"Where is your master? Please come and debate with me for three hundred rounds."

Jiangnan rolled his eyes at him: "My master is in the pavilion, do you have the qualifications to go in? You rubbish!"