Man Tang Huacai

Chapter 86 Will Be Ling Jueding

Longevity Square, Yan House.

The willow tree in the courtyard has grown new leaves, blowing with the wind, Erlang of the Yan family is sitting under the tree and practicing calligraphy seriously.

A colored ball rolled by on the promenade, and the two maidservants chased the girl in the colorful dress, and there was laughter.

In the main house, Wei Yun came in with a servant woman carrying hot water, and Yan Zhenqing had already fallen asleep sitting on a wooden stool.

"Lang Jun stayed up all night last night, let's rest earlier."

Yan Zhenqing opened her eyes, soaked her feet, raised her hand to let Wei Yun sit down, called her small characters, and said with a smile: "Mother Xian, don't worry, I'm honored to marry you."

The couple were chatting casually, and accidentally mentioned the murder that happened across the street not long ago.

"Unless you are a young man with a weak crown, someone actually kills you."

"Painful killer? In fact, he just tore his sleeve, that kid's blindfold."

While talking, a colored ball jumped over the threshold, Yan Yan trotted in, and without messing around, she was blessed, squeezed to sit next to Wei Yun, chatted and laughed, and listened to her parents chatting honestly.

"The case that happened near the Chang'an county government can't be hidden from me." Yan Zhenqing said: "The person is fine, but the blood is spilled all over the ground. I have seen it myself, it is chicken blood, not human blood."

Wei Yun was surprised and asked, "Why?"

"It must be that he offended Ji Wen, it's just a way to protect himself." Yan Zhenqing sighed: "This cruel official has been rampant for many years, this time he fell into the hands of this little fox."

"Since Mr. Lang can see it, if other people can also see it, what should Xue Bai do?"

"It's done so rough, it shows that he is not afraid of people who are interested in finding out. It is just to show that Mrs. Guo Guo will stand up for him and make people who want to harm him worry."

Wei Yun sighed and said: "At such a young age, there are many people who want to harm him?"

Yan Zhenqing thought about the situation of the court in the past two years, smiled bitterly, and said: "Get rid of Ji Wen, just keep Li Beihaigong."

This is the news that Jia Jilin, the county magistrate of Chang'an, revealed to him, saying that after Ji Wen returned to office, he planned to continue the unfinished case and bite Beihai prefect Li Yong.

They are all masters of calligraphy in the world, so Yan Zhenqing wrote to remind Li Yong to be on guard.

"Grandpa."

Yan Yan sat there and listened, everyone around her could understand, but she was a little puzzled, and asked, "Why would Mrs. Guo protect that cheeky little fox?"

"There must be some reason." Yan Zhenqing casually skipped the topic, and said, "Stop interacting with that boy in the future, and don't accept any more gifts from him."

Wei Yun replied: "It's my concubine who was negligent, thinking it was just a box of pastries."

Yan Yan had clearly reminded that the box of pastries was not cheap, but now she smiled and said, "But it's delicious."

Yan Zhenqing couldn't help but smile on his face, knowing that this daughter is smart and caring at such a young age, but her body is weak, making him happy, but also worrying.

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The next day, when he arrived at the county government office, Yan Zhenqing had handled several official affairs, and when he saw a copybook pressed under the document, he remembered that he forgot to give it to Xue Bai that day.

That kid went to the Imperial College recently, so he must be busy...

"Qingchen."

"The magistrate is here."

Yan Zhenqing looked up and saw Jia Jilin, the county magistrate of Chang'an, pacing into the public room in a red official robe.

Jia Jilin was the No. 23 scholar in the 12rd year of Kaiyuan. He was arrested by the list and married Tian, ​​the daughter of a wealthy Jingzhao.

It's a pity that such a fulfilling life also has sorrows. He is over forty years old and has no children under his knees.Ask the gods and Buddha, the way is to do a lot of evil in your life, and you need to do good deeds.

For this reason, Jia Ji has been doing good deeds secretly, for example, this time he secretly asked Yan Zhenqing to remind Li Yong.

"Qingchen looks at me like this again, but I can't do anything about it. Xiao Jingyin urged again, the rent owed by dozens of families in the south of the city..."

"If they pay, they will go bankrupt."

Jia Jilin waved his hand and said no more.

Now that he is less interested in being promoted, since he has been urged, he is too lazy to talk about such troublesome matters, so he sat down and chatted with Yan Zhenqing.

"By the way, I haven't congratulated Qing Chen for accepting a good disciple and writing a famous poem handed down from generation to generation."

"disciple?"

"Qing Chen still wants to hide it from me? Recently, even children in Chang'an can say the phrase 'Li Li Yuan Shang Cao', which is catchy."

As the number one scholar, Jia Jilin admired this poem very much and kept nodding his head in praise, but at the end he mentioned a small matter, saying: "Only his handwriting is not very good. If he didn't say it on purpose, who would have thought he was your disciple?"

Yan Zhenqing immediately saluted with crossed hands and explained: "The county magistrate misunderstood, he is not my disciple."

Jia Jilin was just chatting at first, but when he saw him suddenly so solemn, he was slightly stunned to react, and waved his hands to comfort him.

"Qing Chen is worried about damaging your reputation? Don't worry about it. Many people in the Imperial College have said that Xue Bai wrote such poems but is not good at calligraphy. It must be because of his talent, and it has nothing to do with Qing Chen's teaching..."

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Guozijian, Taixueguan.

"The grandson of the five temples, the ancestral temple has not been destroyed. Although he is a common man, he will be crowned. If he takes his wife, he must sue him and die.

Zheng Qian held a scroll in his hand and was talking about "The Book of Rites: Prince Wen's Son".

Du Wulang yawned a lot, tears came out from the corners of his eyes, suddenly, he moved his ears and looked up, Yang Xuan who was sitting in front of him was playing with crickets with his head down.

Among the four academies of Guozijian, most of the Guozi Academy are the children of senior officials of the third rank or above, while the Taixue Academy are the children of officials of the fifth rank or above.Although Yang Xuan's father, Yang Zhao, has not reached the fifth rank, but his methods are extraordinary, he sent Yang Xuan in long ago.

As for him and Xue Bai, it was naturally because of filial piety... Thinking of this, Du Wulang was amused by himself.

After looking around, few people were listening carefully, only Xue Bai was still sitting upright, following Zheng Qian's reading with difficulty.

Du Wulang poked his head over to take a look, and saw that his book was full of strange symbols, so he asked in a low voice, "Did you break the sentence?"

Xue Bai nodded.

"I've learned "Book of Rites" at home, but I didn't expect many people in the Imperial College to be inferior to me. If things go on like this, how can students compare with the tributes from various states and counties... Ouch."

Du Wulang was still muttering in a low voice, and the back of his head had already been hit by a ruler.

Zheng Qianbo walked past him with E Guan, still reciting, the ruler in his hand was raised again, and hit Yang Xuan hard on the back of his hand with a "slap".

The little cricket fell onto the mat, and even jumped out of sight.

Yang Xuan was in so much pain that she didn't know which hand to use to touch the other. She wished she could yell, "Mother, he hit me!"

Zheng Qian has already gone around to the other side.

Du Wulang didn't dare to move anymore. He listened to the boring article, yawned several times, buried his head lower and lower, and finally fell asleep.

"Appropriate to the Eastern Preface, Shi Dian was established in the first elders, so the seats for the three elders and the fifth elders were set up..."

I slept soundly this time, and my saliva was dry when I woke up.

Turning his head to look, the setting sun was shining on Xue Bai's straight figure from the west window, he frowned, still learning hard.Yang Xuan also fell asleep, still snoring.

When the bell rang, Zheng Qian closed the scroll.

All sentient beings stood up and saluted, this boring day was finally over.

"There's still time before the evening drum, let's ride to Fengweilou for dinner." Du Wulang pulled Xue Bai over, "If you let me eat the food from the Imperial College again, I really..."

Yang Xuan was still arguing with others, turned around when she heard this, and said, "Xue Bai, I heard from my aunt that you are on good terms with my grandpa. Then you will follow me from now on and call me 'Qu Shuai'. Now you can take me to Fengweilou together."

Qu Shuai is the name for a rogue leader, but Yang Xuan meant to accept Xue Bai as his younger brother.

Xue Bai smiled and said, "I still have to ask the doctor for advice, why don't I do the same?"

Yang Xuan sneered at this kind of thing, walked away with a sneer, and left a thousand words.

"Smart people always wait for Grandpa's shadow, who still studies?"

"Hey, students are really not as good as Xiang Gong." Du Wulang sighed, "Since we got rid of this fool, let's go."

"I'm really going to ask the doctor for advice."

"Actually, if you don't understand, you can ask me. I'm a good learner of scriptures."

Du Wulang was reluctant, but he followed Xue Bai to the office. From a distance, he saw a few old-fashioned Siye and doctors, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

"I'm waiting for you."

"it is good."

After waiting for a long time, the students next to him had already gone to eat, and a group of literati came out of the public room talking and laughing happily.

Xue Bai was also among them, beckoning to Du Wulang.

"Come on, go drink with the gentlemen."

"what?"

"Du Zimei is here." Xue Bai said, "Go and greet him."

"Du Fu?"

"good."

Du Wulang counted with his fingers, and said: "Although he is a distant branch, but if you count his seniority, he is one generation older than my grandfather and two generations older than me."

"Let's go."

"Why are we going?"

Xue Bai took it for granted: "Make friends and look up to poets. Besides, this year's spring, we should observe it carefully for the coming year."

"You don't consider them doctors, we are..."

Du Wulang was halfway through speaking, and hurriedly followed Xue Bai.

Together with the gentlemen, they left the Imperial College through the small gate and went directly into a restaurant across the street.

The backyard of this restaurant is the hostel, full of rural tribute candidates who are going to Beijing to take the exam, it is very lively.

Zheng Qian had a great deal of face, as soon as he entered the hall, the scholar immediately offered them a table.

"Zheng Taixue is here, let's squeeze together and get out at a table."

"Haha." Zheng Qian laughed loudly: "Today, no matter the master and apprentice, or their age, they are all friends who forget the year!"

Tang people's boldness, free and easy, and informality are only vividly displayed at this time.

Everyone was seated in the lobby, and Du Wulang looked up at these high-ranking officials and celebrities of the same age as his grandfather, and felt very uncomfortable, as if nails had grown on his thighs.

Fortunately, Zheng Qian and Su Yuanming were not as dignified and rigid as they were in the school, on the contrary they were very forthright, whenever friends came in, they would introduce them with a smile.

"Cishan is here, these two are my friends, Xue Bai who dared to make up in front of the imperial court, and Du Chuan, a kid from the Du family."

"All gentlemen are polite, Yuan Jie, word Cishan, tribute from Henan Fuxiang."

Greeting each other, Yuan Jie was 28 years old at the time, tall, handsome, with clear eyes, and a confident and high-spirited air in every gesture, obviously a man with both civil and military skills.

Su Yuanming admired this young man very much, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Today is still Gongsheng, after Chunwei, he will be the pillar of the country."

Zheng Qian commented: "With Cishan's talent, it is too late to be admitted to the imperial examination today."

"Duke Zheng praised it absurdly."

"Where's Zimei? Didn't come with you?"

"It's in the back." Yuan Jie said with a smile: "He thinks the wine in the restaurant is expensive, so he insists on buying it himself."

"Zheng Taixue and Su Siye, we haven't seen each other for many years!"

Suddenly a loud laugh was heard, and everyone turned their heads to look, a middle-aged man in coarse cloth walked into the store, and the voice arrived before he arrived.

"The last time I saw Su Siye was when I traveled to Yanzhou together ten years ago. Let's taste the dirty wine I sold on the street. If a person is alive, if he only wants to drink good wine, it would be too tasteless."

"The east county is approaching the court, and the south tower looks at the beginning." Su Yuanming laughed and said, "Du Zimei, if you want to save money, you can speak up."

"..."

Xue Bai looked at it, but felt that the Du Fu in front of him was completely different from the worried and desolate image in his impression.

This middle-aged man was about 35 years old. Although he was wearing civilian clothes, he had a majestic personality. The first impression he gave was... crazy.

Two dilapidated wine bags full of wine were thrown on the table. Compared with the exquisite porcelain of Kangjia Restaurant, it looked rather shabby.

There were two large patches sewn on Du Fu's sleeves, but he must have been rich. There was a deer belt around his waist, and a small bag embroidered with gold thread hung on it. It could be seen that the material was very good, but it was very old.

The small bag was bulging, as if there was a writing brush stuffed in it.

Du Fu didn't care about these things, he sat down among the group of brocade robes with a smile, his expression was composed, even arrogant, he was proud of his talent and learning, and he didn't think that any foreign things could cover up his own brilliance.

"Come, let me introduce you to a poetry prodigy, and a child from your clan..."

After seeing the ceremony, Su Yuanming read a few poems by Xue Bai.

Du Fu came to Shixing immediately, got up straight, asked the shopkeeper for paper and inkstone, and said: "When Fang entered Chang'an, he came across such a good poem. I also have a poem for Xue Xiaolang."

As soon as the words were finished, the store just brought the paper and inkstone. Du Fu took out a little bald pen and pinched the brush on it.

The bald pen is swayed, and the poem is completed in one go. When the pen falls, the poem is completed.

"The Owa sweat blood, the unicorn in the sky."

"Talented scholars are brilliant, and the study hears about it."

"Dihua is sunny and rainy, it's better to take early spring."

"Friends drinking and having a good time, the old man knows it now."

Everyone looked at it, and Du Wulang couldn't help but praised, "Good poem!"

Zheng Qian said: "Compared to Zimei's poems, it can only be regarded as mediocre."

Xue Bai is also studying poetry recently, and he can feel this kind of talent for writing poems without thinking. He thanked him solemnly and said, "I have little talent and learning, and I can't match Du Gong's poems. I only thought of a broken sentence, 'Li Du's poems are handed down by mouth,' and everyone laughed."

Du Wulang was embarrassed for Xue Bai when he heard it, thinking that this was too inexperienced.

Others didn't care whether the fragmented sentence or the whole poem, Du Fu waved his hands seriously and said: "I can't be compared with Brother Taibai."

"Du Zimei, you have always been proud, why are you so humble today?"

"If you are talented in poetry, you are not afraid to compare yourself with others, but the Banished Immortal is unique!" Du Fu threw away his bald pen, rolled up his sleeves and sat down again, smiling, "Do you know? I met Taibai in Luoyang three years ago, and Brother Dafu was there at that time."

"I have heard of the poems you gave each other, but I don't know the details. Tell me quickly."

"..."

The banquet was not as dull as Du Wulang thought. On the contrary, Du Fu talked about various experiences vividly, first talking about Tianbao's three years of traveling with Li Bai in Luoyang, and then about Tianbao's four years of traveling with Li Bai in Qilu.

When it came to the exchange of poems at the time of parting, Du Fu became more interested, reciting the poems presented by Li Bai, and his demeanor was somewhat similar to that of Guo Qianli.

"The autumn waves fall in Surabaya, and the sea is bright. The flying pengs are far away from each other, and the cups in their hands are full."

"it is good!"

Everyone raised their glasses immediately, raised their heads and drank.

Du Wulang was choked, and turned his head to look. Xue Bai's movements were chic and his expression was upright, like a high roller in a wine shop, but the glass in his hand was still full.

"Gentlemen, we all fell into Zimei's trick." Yuan Jielang said with a smile, "He was talking about Li Taibai, but he persuaded him to drink a glass of wine unknowingly."

The atmosphere immediately heated up.

Du Fu also liked the song "Farewell to the Ancient Grassland". He seemed to have noticed that Xue Baijiu hadn't finished drinking, so he directly raised another glass with him, and said happily: "Besides Li Taibai, there is Xue Bai. The Tang poetry circle is so prosperous!"

Yuan Jie said with a smile: "Students from Chang'an are Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Fortunately, Xue Xiaolang didn't take the exam today."

Du Fu drank it down in one gulp, showing his arrogance, and said drunkenly: "This subject is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and the status should be between you and me."

Gong Juzi from the surrounding villages looked at it one after another.

Xue Bai has been looking at Du Fu, first surprised by his madness, but suddenly understood.

Yes, it is this kind of Du Fu who can utter such wild words.

"When I was a young man, I was a state guest early. I read thousands of volumes, and I wrote like a god. Fu materials to promote heroes, poems to see sons and relatives. Li Yong asked for acquaintances, and Wang Han wanted to tell neighbors."

Even Li Yong, the prefect of Beihai, who is well-known all over the world, rushed to hold a banquet to entertain Du Fu when he heard that Du Fu was visiting Qilu.

With such talent, what is it to be determined to win a title?
"Zimei is drunk." Su Yuanming waved his hands to the people sitting around and smiled, "You don't have to worry about it."

"Hahaha, with Du Zimei's talent, as long as he is good-looking, who would not be convinced?!"

Someone yelled like this, and everyone in the lobby laughed and toasted, and no one dared to be unconvinced.

The warm atmosphere was further improved.

Du Fu picked up the bald pen at some point and wrote another poem.

……

Du Wulang drank a few glasses of wine, and even forgot his identity as a student of the Imperial College.It's a pity that Du Fu only gave Xue Bai poems, but ignored him as a descendant of the Du family.

Looking at it with drunken eyes, the poem on the wall is actually an old poem.

"You will be the top of the mountain, and you will see all the mountains and small ones at a glance."

　I'm sorry that Chapter 2 is going to be late again today, Du Fu is not easy to write, I changed it several times, and finally chose this style...

　　
　
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