I don't want to be a saint

Chapter 25
But since leaving Tokyo, he traveled thousands of miles to come to this water town in the south of the Yangtze River; since he was occupied by birds' nests, he knew.

No matter what he saw and heard along the way, or the information age of the big bang in later generations, he knew a truth.

Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling a thousand miles.

Therefore, he is very disgusted to participate in the so-called literary society: to write a few innocuous poems with gorgeous rhetoric;

Commenting and scolding the current political situation...it's useless, it's a waste of time...

It is even more useless to the country.

He didn't want to participate, let alone waste time.But he couldn't bear Yang Huifan's stubbornness.

This guy also dressed up very flamboyantly: a brand-new royal blue wide-sleeved embroidered dress, and a long soft-footed headband with fluttering straps.

But it has to be said that people rely on golden horses and saddles.After this guy has been dressed up, he has a somewhat elegant and elegant temperament.

No wonder there is a delusion to eat swan meat.

After dressing up, Yang Huifan took him and rented a mule cart from the chariot and horse shop at the intersection of the street, and rushed to the 'farewell pavilion' in the south of the city.

While walking, he popularized some identity information of Jiangling literati to Guo Yi who came from the capital.

Mr. Wangshan, whose real name is Yu Weiyuan, and his surname is Wangshan.He was a well-known Confucian in the Zhou Dynasty, an outstanding poet, Fu writer, and essayist.Even the head of the White Deer Academy often invites Mr. Wang Shan to give lectures.

Because of this, many of the current scholars and officials are his students.

As for Mr. Qingzhi, his real name is Xue Wenqing, and his surname is Qingzhi.He is also one of the leaders in the literary world, and many literary works have been handed down to the world.

Even for the provincial examination questions of the recent imperial examinations, the present-day sage once asked Mr. Qingzhi for advice.

The mule cart moved forward slowly, and soon came to the "Farewell Pavilion" on the north bank of the Jingjiang River.

It is two pavilions connected by a corridor, which are divided into "Li Pavilion" and "Bie Pavilion".

In winter, thick walls of rush grass will be used to surround the surrounding area to isolate the wind and cold.There are also charcoal basins all around to drive out the cold and keep warm.

Surrounding the two pavilions, several rows of desks are placed from far to near, and a small exquisite stove is placed above it, burning a red clay teapot.

The fragrance of tea curls up.

In the two pavilions, there is also a mahogany carved table, and a small red clay stove is also placed on it, with a strong tea fragrance.

When the two of them arrived, many scholars of literati had already arrived, and greeted Yang Huifan enthusiastically: "Ah, brother Huifan, you are late!"

"Brother Wende, you are the one who came early! Can't wait to see Miss Lu?"

"Yo! Brother Jing Shan is here too?"

"Brother Huifan, I haven't seen you for a long time, and your knowledge has improved a lot, right?"

It can be seen that Yang Huifan's popularity is very good, and people greet him from time to time.

But his 'world status' is not high.

Because these so-called poetry clubs and literary clubs are organized by people.

for various purposes.

Once the organizer sends out the invitation, the seats will be arranged according to the identities and status of the participants.

In this way, regardless of the selfishness and prejudices of some organizers, the participants' status in the rivers and lakes can be seen at a glance.

Just like Yang Huifan, he is in the penultimate row on the outermost edge, away from the farewell pavilion in the center.

He himself has no objection to such a ranking, as if it is a great honor to be able to participate.

As time goes by, more and more people, roughly estimated to be more than 50 people.

There are special servants who are in charge of guiding people to and fro, and sit down at the prescribed positions.

And every time a person came, Yang Huifan would introduce him in a low voice beside him, who was his name, and what kind of glorious deeds he had.

Among them, there are actually a few women, who are also well-known talented women, who are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and poetry.

There is also a man called 'Fangzhi' whom I met at the teahouse yesterday.He is of medium build and plain in appearance.Still like yesterday, holding a book in his hand and never leaving it.

According to Yang Huifan's introduction, this person is called "Lu Mu", and he is also quite talented.It's just that he is unruly and somewhat out of gregarious.

Guo Yi didn't speak, just sat quietly, drinking tea silently.Be a quiet handsome man.

It is out of place with this lively venue.

And his maverick, as well as his wild and uninhibited attire, also attracted a lot of attention.

Until a luxurious carriage stopped in front of the chai gate, a burst of shouts suddenly sounded: "Chen Bandit is here!"

"Master Bandit Stone is here!"

The visitor was only about 1.7 meters tall, and his figure was a little thin. He was wearing a black silk brocade embroidered with dark gold cloud patterns, a gold silk belt inlaid with jade, and a jade pendant around his waist.

Dressed up, luxurious and extraordinary.

Looking at his appearance, he is also a handsome young man with red lips and white teeth.

It's just that there is a little sickly paleness on his face, and he looks a bit sissy.

Yang Huifan also came over at this time, and introduced him: "He is Chen Ding, and his name is Bandit Stone. The second room of the Chen family in the capital, his uncle is a dignified servant of the Ministry of Rites. His name comes from the Book of Songs, Bai Zhou: My Heart Bandit stones cannot be turned."

It means, my heart is not a stone, a stone can be moved, but my heart is firm.

"It is said that he could recite poems at the age of three, match Fu at the age of five, compose lyrics at the age of eight, and was already Jie Yuan of Jiangling Prefecture at the age of 16. Unfortunately, on the way to the capital to take the provincial examination, he received bad news from his grandmother. Turned back halfway and missed last year's provincial exam."

If what Yang Huifan said is true, then this handsome Chen Gangshi is a proper child prodigy.

Standard protagonist template.

But at this time, everyone got up and surrounded Chen Bandit in the middle of their mouths.

"Brother Bandit, long time no see!"

"Brother Bandit Shi, your Dongxue Fu is really amazing and brilliant. Every time I read it, it always makes me feel refreshed!"

"Master Bandit Shi, I have some learning experience, I hope to learn from it."

With a smile on his face, Chen Bandit responded one by one with a well-founded advance and retreat.

Suddenly, someone yelled again: "Lu Zixi, Miss Lu is here!"

The audience suddenly fell silent.

Everyone turned their heads and looked outside the chai gate.

A woman in a snow-white fox fur cloak slowly got out of the carriage with the help of a maid.

The woman is tall and slender, with a graceful figure and well-proportioned bumps.The skin is white and tender as snow, a pair of curved willow-leaf eyebrows, a pair of watery autumn pupils underneath, a beautiful forehead and nose, and pear dimples appear on the pink cheeks.

While walking, Ping Ting is graceful; while looking around, her eyes are moving.

A head of black and smooth hair was loose, with only a snow-white ribbon tied behind the head.

Snow-white fox fur and black hair fluttered slightly as she walked.

There is no beauty in the past, a beautiful woman who is pleasing to the eye, and the beauty of the country and the city, amazes the people of the world!
Looking at the whole audience, only Guo Yi didn't wear a bun, but casually tied a high ponytail.

Looking at the audience, she was the only one, Lu Zixi, who didn't have her hair tied up, nor did she wear a golden fork, but her hair was loosely loose.

Both of them also have a bit of wild and uninhibited taste.

"How is it? Is this Lu Zixi, Miss Lu, descending like a fairy?" Yang Huifan tugged at his sleeve with some excitement.

(End of this chapter)