The Happy Life of Small Officials in Northern Song Dynasty

Mr. Zhao's face was extremely ugly, his brows were frowned into a pimple, and he sat silent; Mr. Liu said in a sinister way: "Don't talk nonsense, a good work is so unbearable when you say it, I think Mr. Xia is not right. It’s just pretending to know how to show off.”

Xia Silin is most afraid that people will say that she doesn't understand, she is obviously nondescript, and she is just expressing her opinion. Why do these people look ugly, as if she has offended them? Even Su Jin looks at her strangely.

Mr. Liu's words were not pleasant to listen to. Xia Silin's rebellious energy came and he opened his mouth to protest. Su Jin quickly reached out and put his hand on her waist to pinch her hard. Xia Silin looked at Su Jin in pain and angrily, "Why are you pinching me?" Isn’t that right? It’s poorly written.”

Mr. Zhao couldn't hold back his face any longer, and suddenly he slammed the table with a "snap" that shook the table, dishes, and dishes, and the soup dripped and splashed everyone.

Everyone in the audience was stunned on the spot. Xia Silin looked at Su Jin in surprise. Su Jin smiled wryly and leaned into her ear and said, "You are so stupid, can't you see that this painting was written by Mr. Zhao? How dare you say it face to face?" Such a mean accusation of teaching people how not to be angry? You are really a stick."

Xia Silin forgot to wipe the few splashes of soup with his small mouth open, and his face turned red, no wonder Su Jin pinched himself. It turned out that he was like pointing his nose and scolding people, but he couldn't stop him. Mr. Zhao was obviously annoyed; He also said that Su Jin likes to cause trouble, and in the blink of an eye, he also caused trouble.

Mr. Zhao's face turned ashen and stood still. Suddenly, his face slowly returned to calm and he opened his mouth and laughed loudly: "The inscription I said is exactly what I wrote. I also feel that there is something missing. Today, Mr. Xia pointed it out. It’s a great honor to be revealed.”

After finishing speaking, he picked up Mr. Liu's crooked wine glass and hurriedly raised the pot to fill it up. Mr. Zhao raised the wine glass towards Xia Silin to his mouth and drank it clean with a thud.

Xia Silin tremblingly picked up his teacup, took a sip, and peeked at Mr. Zhao's face; Su Jin was also looking at Mr. Zhao's face. This man had a fierce attack, but he soon calmed down. He couldn't bear a few words before. It is obvious that he is not broad-minded, but the smile is restored in an instant and he appears to have strong restraint. I don't know what identity has such a contradictory expression.

"Poor Qi Weng is still begging me for luck, but he didn't send out his clumsy work, otherwise he would be ridiculous and generous. I also want to thank Mr. Xia for saving me from making a fool of myself. I was a little rude and rude. I apologize to everyone." Mr. Zhao has completely returned to normal. The smiling face is also extremely sincere.

Su Jin took the lead and said: "Brother Zhao, be generous. If I were here just now, I'm afraid that even the table will be lifted at this moment. Would you still be in the mood to joke around? It's just a small disturbance, my virtuous brother. She is the one who should apologize for being inappropriate."

Xia Silin went down the donkey and hurriedly saluted, "I don't know just now that your lord has spoiled everyone's interest by talking nonsense."

Mr. Zhao said: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's good medicine, the words are bitter, and the words are harsh. Mr. Xia's comment awakened the dreamer. From now on, I need to practice hard and think carefully about calligraphy."

After some mutual flattery and self-effacement, the atmosphere tended to ease. Although everyone was embarrassed, at least they were friendly again.

"Actually, the real purpose of the two of us coming here is to show you the long and short sentences recorded in this song. As for the calligraphy, it's just an introduction. Although the writing is unbearable, it will never affect the brilliance of this song. Mr. Qin, don't hide it. Opening up all the banners will open your eyes."

Mr. Qin replied: "Don't dare to obey your orders." Then he slowly unfolded the banner along the direction of the hanging scroll, and a complete little poem jumped into everyone's eyes.

"Xianyun made a coincidence that Flying Star's hatred of Yinhan was so dark..."

Of course, everyone except Xia Silin and Su Jin had already read this little poem, but their reactions were quite different.

After the initial daze, Su Jin has acted normally, but Xia Silin's eyes lighted up, and his lips moved and whispered softly: "Tenderness is like water... the wedding is like a dream... how can the relationship be in court if it lasts for a long time?" Day and night."

The big private room was silent and quiet for a few breaths, and then Mr. Zhao said with a smile: "How do you two write this poem? Is it comparable to Liu Mengde's "Lang Taosha"?"

Xia Silin took a breath and asked aloud: "May I ask who wrote this poem, Xiongtai? Could it be Mr. Sanbian's new work? Or is it Lord Yan Shu's new poem?"

Mr. Zhao said with a smile, "If it's not, why don't you guess again?"

Xia Silin frowned and said, "Song Zijing?"

Master Zhao smiled and shook his head.

"Uncle Ou Yong?"

"No."

Xia Silin even guessed seven or eight names but was rejected by Mr. Zhao; Xia Silin suddenly asked in surprise, "Could it be brother's masterpiece?"

Mr. Zhao laughed loudly and said: "I also want to be able to write such good words, but although I like to write poems and poems, but my talents are limited. I really don't have the ability to learn to write Mr. Xia's love."

Xia Silin blushed and said, "Then I can't guess."

Mr. Zhao was secretly delighted as if he had found some treasure, finally stumped this rude Mr. Xia, forgive you for boasting about this poem, but you have never read it before, and you feel great satisfaction in your heart.

Mr. Tang twisted his beard and said with a smile: "Officer Zhao, please don't be a fool. I saw that one of the two young masters is stupid and the other is stunned. I'm afraid their hearts will be scratched like cats and gnawed like ants."

Mr. Zhao said with a chuckle: "Forget it, the person who wrote this word is unknown. I don't even know his name. I only know that he is a merchant in Luzhou Prefecture. Even a small merchant can write such a good word. Let us talk nonsense and compose poems." How should people live! Haha."

Everyone laughed and Master Liu jokingly said: "Hey, the words are good words, but the merchants came to fill in the words, didn't they tell me to wait for the book to do business? It's a strange thing to wait for a job."

Mr. Tang, Mr. Qin, and others all burst into laughter. Obviously, these people listened to the businessman’s lyrics as a joke, even though they thought the lyrics were very good. Merchants who don't know always feel psychologically unbalanced, so they have to make fun of it anyway.

Su Jin has no time to care about the tone of the crowd, he is thinking about who these people are, how did he get this song "Magpie Bridge Immortal" that he stole from the "Flower Falling" Poetry Club, if this song has affected Su Jin in Yingtianfu It is absolutely unbelievable that they don't even know the name of the person who wrote the lyrics. Obviously, this poem has not been widely circulated. Otherwise, let alone the name and family background, I am afraid that the old roots of the eight generations of ancestors will be searched by human flesh.

"May I ask where the poem Xiongtai came from?" Su Jin asked.

Mr. Zhao answered the wrong question and asked: "Mr. Su doesn't seem too surprised. Is this poem not good?"

"Of course it's a good word, but I'm just curious how you got it from a merchant in Luzhou Prefecture who is thousands of miles away. Is Mr. Zhao from Luzhou Prefecture?"

Mr. Qin interjected: "How can my master come from a small place like Luzhou, and Yingtian Mansion, a land of dragons and dragons, is worthy of a character like my master?"

Mr. Zhao turned his head and glared at him, as if blaming him for his talkativeness, then laughed: "Mr. Su doesn't talk or talk, but it's strange that he likes to inquire about these corners. It's okay to tell you. I have a friend who founded a business in Luzhou Prefecture. Founded a poetry club called "Falling Flowers" and recruited talents from Luzhou to gather together to recite poems and compose Fu. This poem is exactly what a businessman did at the meeting of his poetry club in June. Going off the beaten path and finding a merchant to enter the poetry club and actually got a good poem, I don’t know if it’s because of his good vision or luck.”

The corner of Su Jin's eyes twitched and he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is your friend Li Chongzhaoting's name?"

Mr. Zhao was surprised and said, "How do you know?"

Su Jin smiled and said, "Not only do I know his name is Li Chong, but I also know that he is going to be the magistrate of Tianchang County. I also know that he is dark-skinned but likes to wear white robes. I also know that he is closely associated with Yingtianfu's "Shuangyan" club and Bianliang's "Autumn Clouds." "The clubs exchange new words with each other to win the ranking; if I guessed correctly, my honorable guest is the member of the Bianliang "Shuangyan" poetry club."

Mr. Zhao opened his mouth wide in astonishment, everyone in the seat also became extremely surprised, this young man understands the situation so well, this is really strange, is it true that the struggle between the three societies has already been known all over the world?Impossible, this is all a secret rivalry, and no one is talking about it, no one is the first, and the competition for the ranking of the poetry club is originally a symbolic thing, and it is impossible for the three presidents to publicize it like this.

Mr. Zhao suddenly felt that the young man in front of him had some ulterior motives. Could it be that he secretly wanted to investigate these things and that today's meeting was actually his deliberate arrangement?The people of the country like to judge others by themselves. They have always judged something incomprehensible as sinister. People with Mr. Zhao's status are naturally cautious about this, so Mr. Zhao's tone became stiff and serious.

"How do you know such details? Who are you?"

Su Jin looked at Mr. Zhao's wary expression and laughed dumbfoundedly, and said softly, "I'm the Luzhou merchant, Su Jin, the author of this song "Magpie Bridge Fairy"."