Chang'an is good

Chapter 108 Making friends with literature, using poetry as Cambodia

Chang Suining was a little surprised that Cui Jing could come.

That night in the Imperial College, when she invited her, she just felt that there was an advantage, but she didn't give up [-]% of her hopes—and Yao Tingwei, who enthusiastically claimed that "three people walking together, wouldn't it be lively" One person came, obviously throwing the so-called colleagues' words out of the sky.

When it comes to throwing away after use, Chang Suining is inferior to Yao Tingwei.

Cui Jing was invited by her, so she took the initiative to go up to say hello: "Governor Cui—"

Seeing Cui Jing, Chang Kuo strode over. Although there were surprises, he was more enthusiastic: "Why did you come here at this time? I'm going to pass the food in a little while at night!"

His acquaintance with Cui Jing is unmatched by others, and he always speaks casually.

Cui Jing explained: "There are some official affairs in Xuan Ce's mansion that need to be taken care of, so he came late."

Yuan Xiang quietly glanced at Chang Suining.

It is true that he is busy with official business, but it is also true that the people who helped Mrs. Chang arrange the banquet along the way spread the news of the apprentice banquet.

Cui Jing sitting next to him is different——

Chang Suining said casually: "San Dae's job is to make umbrellas."

On such an occasion, some young students praised with a pure expression of beauty: "The umbrella for offering wine is matched with Mrs. Chang's family. At first glance, it feels like the umbrella is on the mountain and walking to Mrs. Chang's side, but it seems like Mrs. Chang's blending in." Entering this landscape...it's amazing!"

However, just as she raised the umbrella halfway, she saw a big hand blocking the top of the umbrella: "No."

"What's so interesting..." Wei Miaoqing twitched her lips, and said in a low voice, "Whether it's magical or not, it has nothing to do with the umbrella. That face is covered in a rag, so it must be magical."

What will happen next is not difficult to predict.

Seeing her put away her umbrella, Cui Jing consciously reminded her of the point - although strength is more important than height, girls do not have an advantage in martial arts, and it would be a good thing if they could grow taller.

"Where is this umbrella willing to take it out to get in the rain..."

Drunk is drunk, why is he talking about old Joe's umbrella?
Chang Kuo was in doubt, and seeing the more doubtful look on his daughter's face, he smiled and said, "It's not a drunken talk, your third father used to make umbrellas for a living at home before he was in high school, so he also Proficient in the art of making umbrellas..."

This movement caused people outside the building to look up.

"I'm coming too!"

"Not only that, but I also heard that Governor Cui has also come over!"

Chang Suian said "ah": "Uncle Qiao was born as the number one scholar back then... Shouldn't he be a serious scholar in his profession?"

"Don't you know if you go in and take a look?"

This matter also passed through the mouth of the servant, and soon reached the ears of Chang Kuo at the table.

"I have heard for a long time that Jijiu is good at painting landscapes... Today is the first time I have the honor to see the real work of Jijiu with my own eyes."

Chang Suining followed that hand and looked at its owner with puzzled eyes.

"Thank you, Commander Cui." Although Chang Suining was also surprised, but knowing Cui Jing's temperament, he didn't politely refuse.

The moment Xi'er took it, she secretly felt lucky—fortunately, she practiced hard with the girl recently, otherwise she might not have been able to take it on so easily.

Fortunately, Mrs. Chang received a lot of presents today, so she didn't show too much interest.

A young literati came forward, wrote a poem in his mouth, was copied by the book boy, and after signing his name, he was invited to the second floor.

It was a surprise that Cui Jing could come, and he never thought that he would prepare a special gift.

"What about downstairs?"

Chang Suining nodded to show that he knew: "Don't worry."

Xi'er stood aside.

Some people still looked up at the young students who were composing poems by the fence: "Those are all students from the Imperial College, right?"

Yao Xia and the others who were invited also ran over to look at the umbrella.

Who can't compose poetry?
It's just the difference between good and bad.

Looking at Chang Suining, some students have even started to compose poems.

Cui Jing held the wine cup and subconsciously looked towards the direction outside the building.

At this time, he really understood her real intention of getting people to spread the news.

Cui Jing nodded in response, signaling Yuan Xiang to step forward.

At this time, Xi'er came to Chang Suining's side and said in a low voice, "Girl, there are many people around in the street downstairs."

The girl smiled and raised her hand to hold the salute, her gestures were graceful and unrestrained, but she was full of sincerity: "I will wait for you in the building."

"This……"

Everyone: "...?"

As the umbrella surface was opened, the vivid blue landscape on it spread out in front of everyone's eyes, which attracted a lot of amazement.

"I don't have any urgent needs to take care of lately... It's rare to have a Dragon Boat Festival, so you should take a rest." Chang Kuo and Cui Jing said.

Of course there is no need to support the venue, but the seats must be grabbed!

"Sister Chang, hold up the umbrella and have a look?"

Others also echoed in admiration.

As he stepped up the stairs, the literati still felt that it was not real. The sound of piano, poetry, talking and laughing upstairs woven a refined, sublime and unattainable painting, with the coolness emanating from the ice basin, like Spread out in front of him like a dream——

But the governor's self-confidence came from nowhere, and he said "there is nothing more suitable for her than this one", so he had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

Chang Kuo patted his thigh: "Okay, that's a good idea!"

She doesn't care about the others, but she still wants to grow taller, so it's better to believe it.

"I was really invited in!"

All the students admired the umbrella, and when their eyes fell on the girl in Tsing Yi holding the umbrella, they couldn't help but feel that the umbrella and the person really complement each other.

As he spoke, he looked at the umbrella that Chang Suining was holding in his arms, and asked curiously, "The surface of this umbrella should also be painted by Uncle Qiao, right?"

Chang Sui'an came to a sudden: "So that's how it is."

Chang Suining weighed the pros and cons, and silently put away the umbrella.

Today's sages are purging the wind of imperial examinations, even at the expense of the Pei family, and replaced the Minister of Rites before the spring of next year. Such a move means that there will be unprecedented justice waiting for these poor families in the coming year, even for them' Too fair' examination room.

The fair-faced girl came forward, and everyone saw that she was wearing a light blue underskirt, combing double buns, and a white jade hairpin in her hair was like a cloud entering a green hill, and the wind blew the silk around her arms, as if she was going to float away in the wind .

He only knows "good", but this "good" mainly means that "a girl is good at doing anything", besides that, being warm to others is also "good", there is nothing more.

When the girl turned around and went back to the building, everyone came back to appreciate it carefully: "Is that the lady of the Chang family? Just now she said that she wants to use poetry as a gift?"

Xi'er stepped forward to take the box from Yuan Xiang. It was also a long box and very heavy.

Since she said so, the students beside her also raised their hands to invite her.

As for the older brother who doesn't know, the younger sister naturally shouldn't know either.

In addition to self-esteem and low self-esteem, many literati often have more or less arrogance. If she does not refuse anyone, they may give birth to the thought of "if everyone can enter, this vulgar place is not for me." ——But she proposed to use poetry as a card, which helped them screen out those who didn't want to be with them, and also gave them enough conditions to retain their self-confidence.

"Most of them are examples, and some of them are going to be played in Chunwei next year..."

Cui Jing's eyes fell on Chang Suining, who took the first seat under Qiao Jijiu again.

It's a pity that they were cut off from the outside and could not enter.

It's not that he thinks shallowly, but that Cao Mang's status as a general prevents him from thinking deeply from the perspective of a literati.

Chang Kuo was taken aback for a moment - he also said it when he was drunk?

Does Cui Dadu, the dignified Xuan Ce Mansion, actually believe this?
It was unexpected.

"That's right... Those who can be invited here must be the best among the supervisors."

Downstairs, with Chang Suining's instructions, a small table has been set up in the hall, and paper is laid on it for grinding, and two bookboys sit and guard it.

"..."

Chang Suining was also taken aback.

"Let me be the host, let's go in and join in the fun!"

Everyone sighed with regret and disappointment.

"Anywhere the wind blows my clothes."

Literati have such a heart, especially those from poor backgrounds, it is easier to believe in the so-called gentleman who does not eat cheap food. If she invites her directly today, due to the disparity in status and low self-esteem, many people will be deterred by this—but she proposes to use poetry as a invitation, Turn this banquet into an elegant place to meet friends through literature, and give them an opportunity to respect and show off their talents.

Halfway through the banquet, the spirit of drinking was on the rise, and the atmosphere became more casual, so some students came to the fence on the second floor in twos and threes to recite poems with jugs and cups.

"Five days on a good day..."

The excitement she wants is not the excitement in the usual sense.

"Listen quietly, everyone, the sound of the qin is really clear and wonderful like fairy music... I don't know who is playing the qin in the building?"

"It's really amazing." Wei Shuyi, who was sitting next to him waving a folding fan, nodded with a smile.

Yes, Wei Miaoqing also came today. According to her words, she didn't want to come, but her mother forced her to come. He asked if he would like to go with him.

But now, he, who has no name at all, is about to become one of the pictures.

"Will the girl not go?" Steward Fang asked Wei Miaoqing with a smile.

Chang Suining was stunned - Chang Suian didn't know about this?

Seeing that dozens of people were invited upstairs one after another, Hu Huan asked with some hesitation: "Do we still need to go up to support Mrs. Chang?"

Yuan Xiang saw Xi'er's puzzled eyes, and somehow felt a little uncertain-this gift prepared by the governor, even though Yuan Xiang was only a bachelor, he still felt that it was not suitable to give it at all. Daughter's house, especially as a teacher apprentice ceremony, it is really out of place.

The governor's intentions are really kind and strange... He almost cried to death.

She only needs the people she needs in.

As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw that Chang Kuo had a puzzled look on her face, as if she wanted to ask her where she heard it from, but this kind of thing was so familiar, she calmly asked first: "One time Dad ate it. What you said when you were drunk...is it just drunk talk?"

Yuan Xiang took a box from his companion, and walked forward with a smile: "Miss Chang, this is a teacher's apprenticeship gift prepared by the governor of my family."

That hand was slender and strong, but it was covered with thin calluses and many interlaced old scars. He seemed to be afraid that his rough palm would damage the delicate umbrella surface, so it was just a virtual barrier, but he didn't really touch it——

"Brother Zhao, please—"

At this time, looking at those students who were pairing wine with poetry in the Dengtai Tower, I thought that these people might appear on the apricot list in the coming year, and then pass the palace examination, be hand-picked by the imperial pen, and enter the court hall as a poor family. Everyone in the audience felt more and more excited.

From the day when the governor gave the copper talisman, he could see that the lack of love was like the governor's. This probably meant that Mrs. Chang was really treated as a family, right?
It's just a subdivision, just judging from this kind of concern for the younger generation, the governor should sit at the same table with General Chang, the father.

In addition, Mr. Chang's family changed the topic: "I really didn't expect Uncle Qiao to be able to make umbrellas. Didn't he learn it now?"

Others only care about whether Miss Chang is beautiful or not when she holds up an umbrella, only the governor cares about whether Miss Chang is tall or not.

"Let's go, let's all sit down!" Chang Kuo really pulled Cui Jing to sit with him.

Those who can be attracted here, apart from some ordinary people who like to join in the fun, there are also many literati.

In the place where Cui Shizi lived since he was a child, every brick and tile was piled up with Wenpao.

Cui Jing withdrew his hand and reminded softly: "There is an umbrella in the house, the president is not tall."

"Downstairs was arranged by a gentleman of the Cui family to hold a celebration banquet."

But what is it inside, why is it so heavy?

The disappointment grew heavier, and when someone shook his head and sighed and was about to leave, he saw a young girl suddenly appearing among the students in long gowns beside the fence——

Yuan Xiang came back to his senses, only feeling moved.

Yuan Xiang is now secretly hoping that Mrs. Chang will not open it up in front of all the guests and take a look.

Everyone downstairs subconsciously raised their hands in return.

Chang Kuo thought for a while, then nodded: "There is such a saying..."

After everyone was seated, the restaurant staff quickly served delicious food and wine, and there was an ice basin to dispel the heat. Amidst the sound of silk and bamboo, the guests served wine with flying flowers, and the sound of poetry, talking and laughing never stopped.

At the same time, she also screened out unnecessary people for herself.

Cui Lang, who was just about to go upstairs, came back to his senses: "Quick, quick!"

Although the umbrella was painted with a picture of mountains and rivers, it couldn't be seen completely when it was folded up. Seeing the students on the side also showed curiosity, Chang Suining opened the umbrella.

"I heard Wei Shilang is also there, I wonder if it's true or not?"

Everyone also looked at the speaker suspiciously.

After all, continue to drink.

"I'm going to try..."

Chang Kuo stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Cui Dadu has a heart!"

After Chang Suining just opened the umbrella, he just held it in front of his body for everyone to admire. At this time, Yao Xia and the others suggested it, so he planned to hold it up and have a try.

He rarely saw Cui Jing preparing gifts for anyone, after all, the other party never liked to attend any banquets.

"Today's banquet was set up by me. Although it is for the purpose of apprenticeship, I also have the heart of meeting friends through literature. If you are interested, you only need to use poetry as a card, and then you can come in and talk about it—"

"I thought I would have a chance to see Qiao Jijiu Wei Shilang's real appearance..."

But what will eventually evolve is impossible to predict.

Hearing this, those who came earlier shook their heads, "I'm afraid you don't know that this Dengtai Building is no longer accepting other diners today, and the second and third floors were taken over by the General Chang's Mansion to hold this apprentice banquet!"

The dignified son of Cui, can't think of a good one, and can't think of a bad one?
Cui Lang hurried forward.

"Young Master, are you going?" asked the book boy beside Xi Zhiyuan.

"Of course." The young man smiled and walked forward.

Soon, there was a teacher banquet at the Tailou, "making friends with literature, using poetry as Cambodia", the wind generally spread around.

　Good night, see you tomorrow~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)