The poetry and essays he wrote were also very beautiful. It can be said that in literary attainnt, Yan Sanlang was better than Zhou Wulang.
Therefore, in the final results, Yan Sanlang ranked ten places higher than Zhou Wulang.
Yan Sanlang entered the first class.
Zhou Wulang, on the other hand, was at the top of the second class.
This result slapped the faces of the scholars who had laughed earlier, resounding loudly.
Because the content of the scroll was not much, it just so happened that during the palace examination, when the two gave different answers to the sa question, the story abruptly stopped.
It stopped just before the Emperor’s rating.
"I told you Yan Sanlang would score better; my dear brothers, I won’t be polite now." As the other scholars remained silent, a young scholar cheerfully took back the silver on the betting table.
Earlier, these scholars had been chattering excitedly; this betting, well, it was spontaneously organized before the storytelling began, and although the amount wasn’t much, too many people bet on Zhou Wulang.
So, those two or three who bet on Yan Sanlang easily earned dozens of taels and were naturally overjoyed.
Chen Run, with a smile on his face, also collected the silver.
Qi Yuan held a wine cup, looking out at the colored glaze window. The storyteller appeared, his expression sowhat displeased, with a shadowy look in his eyes.
"How is this possible!"
"Who said before that Zhou Wulang could surpass Yan Sanlang?" At this mont, one of the scholars who lost silver couldn’t bear it and directly questioned.
They were all sons of noble families and, naturally, had quite a temper when angered.
Zhang Lin stepped forward: "What, did I ask you to bla because you lost silver? Su, I too lost quite a bit of silver this ti, and I’m not even angry. Besides, wasn’t my analysis back then reasonable? Weren’t you just agreeing with ?"
Zhang Lin’s words instantly rendered the scholars who wanted to question him speechless.
Su Ting was originally sour because of the slap in the face, and his heart was not at ease. That’s why he intentionally raised trouble with these words. In reality, he didn’t care about those ten taels of silver; he cared more about his reputation.
He could imagine that once back, the scholars who had not echoed his words would secretly mock him.
"Hmph, what rubbish story, not worth listening to." Su Ting couldn’t bear it, threw his sleeve, and prepared to leave.
However, Zhang Lin smiled and stopped Su Ting: "Su, don’t rush to leave. Why don’t you think about it? We discussed it fiercely yesterday, and I’m sure the master behind this bathhouse already heard this rumor. Probably annoyed, they deliberately altered the story. That’s why the current situation arose."
"So it’s not that we lost, but we were fooled." Zhang Lin’s father was also backed by Minister Qi. Usually, he followed Qi Yuan’s lead. Although his studies were not strong, he had plenty of crooked ideas.
Without much thought, he could shift the bla onto others.
Su Ting, being young and impulsive, suddenly realized: "Zhang, your words make sense; it must be this!"
"What kind of nonsense story is this? If I find out who wrote it, I’ll knock out his teeth for purposefully fooling ."
"Co, follow to question that storyteller. Today, if he doesn’t give an explanation, I’m not leaving." Su Ting, full of imposing montum, took his family’s servants and stord downstairs. Originally wanting to find the storyteller on the second floor, but he couldn’t enter the inner courtyard at all, he could only look for the storyteller on the first floor.
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