marquis of jingan

Chapter 113 Two Qinhuai Rivers

For the next two days, Shen Yi stayed in the guest room of the palace obediently. The daily food was brought by Shen Zhang, or sent by someone sent by Shen Zhang. He basically never went out.

The reason why he didn't go out was because he was afraid of revealing his secrets. After all, he was not a guest of the palace, but lived in the guest room of the palace. Once the host found out, the impact would not be very good.

On the third morning, Shen Yi finally decided to go out.

He got up early in the morning, washed up briefly, and just opened the door when he saw a little maid walking in with a big basket of dark things. After seeing Shen Yi, the little maid quickly bowed her head and saluted : "Good morning, son."

Shen Yi stepped forward, helped her pick up the basket, and asked, "Where are you sending the girl, shall I help you?"

This basket of things is estimated to weigh twenty or thirty catties, which is not so easy for a little girl.

The little maid looked at Shen Yi with a little shyness, and then said in a low voice: "Master, this is the charcoal sent to your room for heating..."

Only then did Shen Yi look at the basket, and saw two stacks of charcoal neatly stacked in the basket. These charcoals were made into neat long strips, which looked like strips of bricks, which were different from what Shen Yi had seen before. Regular charcoal is completely different, so it is not recognizable at first glance.

Hearing the little maid's words, Shen Yi froze for a moment, and then carried the basket of carbon into his room.

The little maid was only about thirteen or fourteen years old, and she followed behind Shen Yi, a little curious: "This is the first time I have seen such an easy-going son like you."

Shen Yi smiled at her and didn't say much.

It's too much to say, although I don't have any nostalgia for this room, but it's better not to cause trouble to my father, or not to cause trouble to my father.

After putting away the charcoal, Shen Yi folded his hands in his sleeves, left the guest room, went to see his father, said hello to him, and left the palace through the back door.

Originally, Shen Zhang insisted on sending a Jiankang native to take Shen Yi around the city, but Shen Yi insisted on refusing, and Shen Zhang did not force it.

Shen Yi remembered the way. Not long after he left the palace, he found the inn where he was staying. After entering the inn, Shen Yi went straight to the door of Xu Fu's room without looking at the shopkeeper, and knocked on the door of Xu Fu's room. Knock on the door.

Soon, Shen Yi's cautious voice came from the room.

"Who?"

"I, Shen Yi."

After hearing Shen Yi's voice, the door opened quickly, and Xu Fu lowered his head slightly.

"Son."

Shen Yi stepped in, sat down on the chair in the room, then stretched out his hand to pour himself a cup of tea, and asked, "You've been here by yourself these few days, didn't anything happen?"

"No."

Xu Fu shook his head and said: "I didn't go out, and I asked the waiter from the inn to bring me the meal. It was the shopkeeper who seemed to doubt my identity, and asked me twice when the son would come back."

Xu Fu did not have a household registration. Although he had the status of a book boy, but Shen Yi, the right master, was not around, so Xu Fu, a book boy, naturally seemed a little strange.

Shen Yi nodded slightly, and said: "When I opened a shop in Jiankang, I guess I have seen too many people of the same religion, so it is not surprising to be careful."

After taking a sip of tea, Shen Yi looked up at Xu Fu, and said with a smile, "I haven't gone out for a few days, let's go out for a walk?"

Naturally, Xu Fu would not object, he quickly bowed his head: "All are under the Young Master's arrangement."

Ever since, Shen Yi got up, walked out of the inn with Xu Fu, and came to the street of Jiankang City.

Jiankang is also known as Jinling. When the capital of Chen Kingdom was still in Yandu more than 60 years ago, Jiankang was a big city in the south of the Yangtze River. Its prosperity can be compared with that of Yanjing. Kang's city wall has more than doubled in height, and the city's commerce, culture, and economy have ushered in new prosperity.

It is no exaggeration to say that the current Jiankang City cannot be said to be the most powerful city in the world, but at least it can be said to be the richest city in the world. Compared with Yandu in the Northern Qi Dynasty, its prosperity is much better.

And Jinling City, the most famous place, is naturally the Qinhuai River.

The Qinhuai River is not only famous in Jiankang, but also in all parts of the country and even in the Northern Qi Dynasty. Every man who arrives in Jiankang, whether he is from the south or from the north, will go to the Qinhuai River to take a look. .

Shen Yi is no exception.

He took Xu Fu together and walked all the way around Jiankang City. Around noon, the two of them arrived at the bank of the Qinhuai River.

Because it is daytime, the Qinhuai River is not lively.

Many painting boats parked on both sides of the Qinhuai River, except for some idle people sightseeing, there is no such beautiful scene as the legendary ten-mile Qinhuai River.

Shen Yi walked on the banks of the Qinhuai River with his hands behind his back, stretched his head to look into the river, but he didn't see any obvious red color, so he shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "When I was in Jiangdu, I heard that the ten-mile Qinhuai River in Jiankang was used by girls. The rouge is dyed red, and it is called the Rouge River, and now it seems that the rumors are a bit exaggerated."

Standing behind Shen Yi, Xu Fu followed Shen Yi's gaze and looked at the Qinhuai River. He slightly lowered his eyebrows and said softly, "It looks much more lively than the Yudai River."

Shen Yi smiled, but did not speak.

In another world, there is also Jiankang, Jinling, and the Qinhuai River.

He has walked on the banks of the Qinhuai River in another world more than once, and he has walked the bridge on the Qinhuai River more than once, and he has eaten the snacks in the Confucius Temple many times.

Before he knew it, Shen Yi walked over to a bridge over the Qinhuai River. When he raised his eyes, the whole river seemed to be in sight.

"And that Qinhuai River..."

Shen Yi sighed in his heart: "It seems very similar, but it doesn't seem like it."

After thinking for a while, Shen Yi still didn't recover from his trance, until he turned his head and saw Xu Fu behind him, then he woke up as if from a dream.

After recovering, Shen Yi smiled at Xu Fu and said: "When I was in Jiangdu, I heard about the scenery of the Qinhuai River everywhere, but unfortunately we came early now, and we didn't see the picturesque boats full of the river."

At this moment, Shen Yi thought of a poem that fit the occasion.

"Qinhuai talks about the setting sun without words, and every family faces the water with red makeup."

He looked at Qinhuai River, then at Xu Fu, and read the second half of the sentence.

"The spring breeze doesn't know how to change the jade face, but it still sings and circles the boat."

There is another sentence "Who will lament the rise and fall", Shen Yi did not read it out.

With Da Chen's situation, it would be a bit too "punishing" to read this sentence. If the old emperor listened to it and got upset and wiped out his qualifications for the exam, it would be a disaster for no reason.

After reading these two poems, Shen Yi subconsciously looked left and right, but at this moment, except for Xu Fu, there was no one else beside Shen Yi, and no one listened to this poem.

Xu Fu was a little curious and asked, "What are you looking at, Young Master?"

"Nothing to see."

Shen Yi smiled: "It is rumored that some lucky people, after writing some good sentences, will be listened to by the big shots, and then they will be appreciated by the big shots, and they will become prosperous."

Speaking of this, Shen Yi shrugged his shoulders and laughed at himself: "Obviously, I don't have this fate."

"Although I haven't read many books."

Xu Fu lowered his head slightly and said, "But it can be heard that these two poems, Young Master, are well written."

He looked at Shen Yi.

"There are still two days until the Shangyuan Festival. Jiangdu will hold a poetry meeting at Yudai Lake every year during the Shangyuan Festival. There should be a poetry meeting in a place like the capital. In two days, my son will come to the Qinhuai River. Maybe it will be famous in the capital immediately."

Shen Yi shook his head slightly.

"Scientific examination is the right way. If the name of the poem is entangled, it will only distract the enterprising spirit of the examination field. What's the use of being famous? Maybe you will live in a brothel in the future, and you will never be in the officialdom."

"It only increases the troublesome ears."

Xu Fu didn't understand all Shen Yi's words, but he still nodded thoughtfully.

"Young master's examination room will definitely go well."

　I'm sorry, I have some business to go out today. I just came back. Chapter 3 may be a little later, but it will be updated. It is estimated that there will be two chapters before 12 o'clock, and Chapter 1 will be updated at 3 o'clock.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)