The rise of the prince

Chapter 17

The Wangjiang Tower in the west of the city has always been overcrowded. The vermilion carved wooden building has only two floors, but it is extremely elegant and pleasant. Most of the people who come here are nobles from the capital, or famous talents and famous people.

Wangjiang Tower is different from the Yongyue Pavilion with the same name. Yongyue Pavilion is a place of admiration for literati and poets, not because it is a place for entertainment, but because it is a restaurant run by Mr. Chen Yu, a prisoner of the Tokyo Imperial College .

His Excellency Chen Yu was a third-rank Hanlin scholar, and was dispatched to Tokyo Imperial College. Moreover, he was outstanding in talent and learning, and loved poetry, poetry and Fu, especially Yongyue Ci Fu.

Therefore, every new year and festival, a poetry meeting will be held in the Yongyue Pavilion of my home. At that time, many important people in the capital will be present, so countless learned people squeeze their heads and want to show it.He could be famous for his talents, and maybe find a way to become famous. If he is favored by Mr. Chen, he can even enter the Imperial Academy in Tokyo.Of course, it is essential that there are often stories about gifted scholars and beautiful ladies.

Every year, a large number of poems and songs flow out from the Yongyue Pavilion, and once it comes to the Yongyue Pavilion poetry meeting, it is a grand event in Kyoto, not only in Kyoto, but also famous among students from all over the world.

Over time, Yongyue Pavilion has become a sacred place in the hearts of students in Kyoto, and if students from other places come to Kyoto, they will definitely go to Yongyue Pavilion.

Wangjiang Tower is different. The reason why Wangjiang Tower is famous is because of a poem.

It is said that Yan Xiang once came to Wangjiang Tower when he was in high spirits. He wrote "Spring Scenery" with splashed ink, and the words and sentences were still mounted, and hung high in the middle of the second floor of Wangjiang Tower, so Wangjiang Tower became famous overnight.

In fact, few people today remember whether Yan Xiang really wrote the words here, but people say so, and everyone thinks so for a long time, and the writing and ink hanging high in the hall are the authentic works of Yan Xiang.

With such a gimmick and proper management, the Wangjiang Tower is overcrowded every day. As long as it is not a festival, there are more people who come here to see Yan Xiang's demeanor than Yongyue Pavilion.Talented scholars and beauties from all over the world, officials and tourists must come here to see the demeanor of Prime Minister Yan. After all, Prime Minister Yan is more than just outstanding literary talent.

A man in a white and gray cotton padded coat was sitting in the corridor room on the second floor. He was in his twenties, with sharp edges and corners, and he did not look like a frail scholar at first glance.The place is quiet and elegant, as long as you look up, you can see Yan Xiangwenmo on the high hanging hall.

Holding the drink in his hand, he couldn't help but read softly: "When the swallows come to Xinshe, the pear blossoms lag behind Qingming."

When the voice fell, someone picked it up, "The moss on the pool is three or four o'clock, and the oriole at the bottom of the leaf is once or twice. The day is long and the catkins are light."
Qiao Xiaodong's female companion, picking mulberries on the way to meet her.It is suspected that the spring dream was good last night, but it is because the grass fight wins today.Smiles come from both faces. "

The person who came was a man in brocade clothes, with a face of wealth and honor, a smooth face, and an appearance of 26.He recited in cadence, with no mistakes in turning and stopping, and he could see that he had a good command of poetry and Fu. He sat down across the table without hesitation as he read.

"Yuan Zhao has been waiting for a long time!" The man in brocade clothes bowed, and the man in white returned the salute.

"Yan Xiang is a word that children in Beijing can memorize by heart. It is sung everywhere in wine shops and brothels. Last year, there were no good words to choose from at the Shangyuan Poetry Festival in Yongyue Pavilion. My father was so disappointed that he asked Lan Hua to sing it again. I don't know how many times I have listened to it throughout the year, but every time I listen to it, I can't stop.
The "swallows", "pear blossoms", "bimoss", "orioles" and "flying catkins" in Shangque are colorful, beautiful and bright, and they are charming and charming in spring.The Xiaque village girl is lifelike, with a full stroke of innocence.

Every time I read it carefully, it is always brisk and agile, full of beauty, and my heart is full of vigor, and I want to write a few sentences, but I feel ashamed and dare not write." He shook his head helplessly.

The man in white clasped his hands together: "Brother Zhixue, why should you be ashamed of yourself? Prime Minister Yan's talent is something we can match."

"Hahaha, that's right, that's right, it's only after Yuan Zhao said this that I realized that I was indeed arrogant, and I wanted to be compared with Yan Xiangzhi's talent." The man in brocade clothes said freely.He is Chen Wenxi, the son of Chen Yu, a scholar of Hanlin University, and he is a scholar of character history.

The man in white is called Zhong Li and his son Yuan Zhao.

Zhong Li drank the wine in the glass again, and Chen Wenxi asked: "Yuan Zhao didn't inform me earlier this time when he went north. I didn't know you were here until the middle of Beijing. I don't know why you are in such a hurry."

Zhong Li drank a cup, but did not answer directly: "Brother Zhi Xue, you said that the word Yan Xiang is light and lively, but I don't think so."

"Oh, what's Yuan Zhao's opinion?"

Zhong Li drank another cup, and everyone could see that he was depressed at this moment, "What this word means is that when the swallows come, they will return to Xinshe, and when the pear blossoms fall behind, it will be clear.
The dead are like husbands, and they don't give up day and night. In a blink of an eye, things are people and things are not going on. No matter how innocent and beautiful, how can it be worthwhile that the time is changing rapidly, the years are passing, and the feelings of nostalgia are hidden. "

Chen Wenxi stopped laughing, and bowed solemnly: "Yuan Zhao is a talented man, and my father often said that although Yan Xiang's words are full of prosperity and peace, there are also worries in them, but they are hidden in them, and it is difficult for ordinary people to see them. Zhao made it clear, and I admire you."

Zhong Li smiled, but stopped immediately, and poured wine for Cheng Wenxi this time: "Brother Zhi Xue is serious, but I just expressed my feelings."

He looked at the river in the distance: "Didn't brother Zhixue ask me why I went to Beijing, that's how I feel about this word.

This year's Dragon Boat Festival Poetry Festival, I met Miss Wang Lianshan of Jingzhong in Suzhou once, and fell in love at first sight, and wrote some good words and sentences under high spirits, which won the beauty's smile.

Afterwards, I couldn’t forget it, and I missed it day and night. Our two families were in the same family, so I told my family about it. My father was also very happy, and went to Beijing to find my uncle to talk about this marriage for me.It was a matter of course, and it turned out.”

"As a result, at this year's Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet, His Majesty personally opened his mouth and betrothed Miss Wang to Li Xingzhou, the bereaved son of Prince Xiao." Chen Wenxi continued.

Zhong Li clenched his fists, the veins on his hands popped up, nodded and said: "That's it. In a blink of an eye, things changed. I was working in Suzhou far away. I thought I could marry Ms. Wang next year. I didn't know until the end of October. This matter has been entangled with mundane affairs until now, and it was not until these few days that I hurried over."

Chen Wenxi nodded: "It's no wonder that Yuan Zhao would say that Yan Zi returned to Xinshe when he came, and it was clear when Lihua was behind. Alas, the matter between you and Ms. Wang is really embarrassing. Li Xingzhou is famous in Beijing for being domineering and domineering. And Wang Miss is the most talented woman in Kyoto, and everyone knows her talent and learning, if Miss Wang follows him, I'm afraid... I'll miss my life."

"That's why I'm here!" Zhong Li squeezed the wine glass in his hand, bloodshot eyes. "The thing that hurts me the most is that in the past few days in Kyoto, it has been rumored that Lianshan has invited friends and talented scholars to hold a poetry meeting before the year, but she has not sent me an invitation. Life!"

"Yuan Zhao, don't be in a hurry, this matter." Chen Wenxi quickly persuaded: "No matter how outstanding Miss Wang is in Ci Fu, she is only a daughter of the family. Under the holy order, what can she do?"

"But there is always something that can be done." Zhong Li said unwillingly.

Chen Wenxi didn't persuade him any more, but shook his head secretly, and changed the subject: "Yuan Zhao always needs to settle down first when he goes to Beijing, or you can come to my residence so that we can catch up."

"No, I'm going to my uncle's mansion. I'll greet the old man first, and then I'll live there. After I settle down, I'll invite brother Zhixue to travel with me."

Chen Wenxi nodded again and again: "That's the best, that's the best."

As the two of them started talking again, the snow outside the house started to fall again.

(End of this chapter)