Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

Li Dongyang didn't say much about the palace, nor did he share his painting poem called Ren Ciyun and poems with the Hanlins.

The Hanlins were still waiting to listen to his new work. Seeing his dispirited look, it was estimated that it was also the popular poem of the first system of entertainment. They simply stopped asking questions, and instead asked him what painting was in question: Ancient monuments in the North, or old people in Antarctica, Songhe Yannian and other birthday celebration pictures?

Li Dongyang sighed: "It's a picture of a fairy celebrating birthday. It is very well painted. It's just a pity that I have a hard time, so I have to write some sayings about birthday celebrations, which are not good for the court and the country? Why should I be optimistic about the painting? Elsewhere, don’t there be such a thing right now?

He walked to Cui Xie’s collection of paintings, turned a few pages down, and looked at the surprisingly beautiful costumes of the protagonist group thousands of households. He couldn’t help but ask: “Nowadays, the world has become so glorious that the men outside have changed. Wearing the big cloak and narrow-sleeved beard from the previous period? And this one who jumped down, how did his clothes look like clouds? Is this a person or a god?"

The clothes have caught up with the Eight Immortals of Shangdong in "Happy Birthday to the Immortals". If he hadn't recognized Xie Zhenfu's face, I couldn't believe it was their Da Ming story.

Yang Tinghe pointed to the picture and said: "He Zhong said this was a matter of the Tang Dynasty, so the bachelor should be the Tang Dynasty. By the way, I just watched the excitement, but I don't know which dynasty? Taizong or Gaozong, Xuanzong... "

Cui Xie proudly introduced: "It was during the reign of Emperor Xuanzong! The students thought that at the time, Lay Qinglian had offended Gao Lishi when he left the court, and his teacher Li Xueshi was also because of offending the eunuch, teaching Liang and Wei a party changed their performance..."

Teacher Li Dongyang coughed a few times and slapped him on his shoulder again: "How can you compare to Shixian, teacher! What's more, if you trust Liang and Wei to Gao Lishi, you are not afraid of the superintendent. Is your high **** unhappy?"

Oops, just thinking about the portrait of Li Bai and Li Dongyang, Concubine Yang could also be a good concubine Wan, so I forgot Father Gao. Then there can only be two more eunuchs named Liang and Wei in the palace, and Gao Lishi will continue to be a good **** who will save people like their father-in-law.

Cui Xie happily admitted his mistake, but several Hanlins laughed and said, “It’s also interesting to ask Li Xueshi to name Li Taibai. After several decades of this play, the younger generations may really think the story in the play is true. It was sung, "Bachelor Qinglian is here today, Mr. Xi Ya is behind.""

"Don't..."

Li Dongyang's face is not as thick as that of a student, and he can calmly accept the legend of Li Bai's reincarnation. He suppressed the flattery of his colleagues and told them to delay the case that could not be written first, and finish the story drawn by Cui Xie first.

The Hanlins smiled and handed over to Yang Tinghe: "Master Yang has worked hard. I only hope that Master Yang can finish writing earlier, so that you can watch this drama during the New Year!"

Master Yang flicked his sleeves, pretending to be angrily: "I am the reincarnation of Yang Jingxian from the beginning of the country, and I can't write a set of academic texts in a hurry. So I wrote it. Can those zaju crews come out? Look at the characters in this picture. The scenes are like immortals and monsters, nothing mortals can do. If you are anxious to read the story, it is better to call Hexin to draw it for you!"

Teacher Li was reluctant to paint by the students, and he hurriedly protected Cui Xie, and in turn criticized Yang: "Brother Yang Xian has a lot of work in the Imperial Academy. How can he push the matter to one of his candidates for examination!"

Mr. Yang laughed: “The painting is the little brother who opened the study behind him with the craftsman. It doesn’t take your lover’s work. As for the storytelling and the writing of the words-Mr. Wang, Ling Lang is not Are you still waiting for Cui Hezhong to get back on horseback? You should take some effort to write this story!"

Wang Hua closed his sleeves and smiled and said, "Yang reviewed that this is because it is not economical to be busy and tired by himself, and he has to support others. Anyway, there are only one or two lines under this picture. Write song by song according to your zigzag, so that people who can't watch the play deserve to watch it."

Wang Zhuangyuan took over the errands, and Liang Zhuangyuan couldn’t help but join in the fun: “I’m here too. Since "The Story of Wang Yao Niang's Pipa" was published, today’s young talented people have recited the name of the stone layman, and I dare not compete with the layman in lyrics and music. , To write the verses for this collection, maybe in the future Wang Xiu's names of Longquan Hermit and I, Yu Zhousheng, can be recited."

There are not many people in the Hanlin who can write complete Zaju and Southern Opera, but if they only write a word with a picture, everyone can write flowers!

Several young editors who were admitted to the imperial court in the same year as Liang Zhuangyuan simply recognized the matter, and took Cui Xie to ask him what the prototype of the story was, so they could expand it accordingly.

If these great talents helped to round up the plot and fill in the best words and clever sentences, he only had to write a summary, it would be too simple. Cui Xie looked at the cordial and curious Hanlins, suddenly there was a kind of illusion that he became capital bosses, opened a studio, and fostered a group of great writers...

Of course it was just an illusion. The great gods belonged to the court, and he was just a candidate who had to write their homework.

Choi Xie took out the set list and left it to the big guys, so that they could design the small stories of the thousands of households who investigated and collect evidence according to their personalities, and inferred with Xie Zhenfu that the murderer was behind them, and led the thousands of households to kill the Japanese pirates. The heroic image of the time.

The chief writers Yang Tinghe and Wang Hua asked him strangely: "Where do we see Japanese pirates in Beijing? It is better to write about North Tartar than about them, that is the border disaster!"

No, no, Tatar can still return to the internal contradictions of the nation after a few hundred years. The Japanese pirates are the enemy who will never die!

He very earnestly persuaded: "Japanese pirates harass the coastal areas, and the danger of burning, killing and looting is not weaker than that of the Nine Border Tatars. Moreover, the Tatars are rough and do not use insidious methods. It’s more reasonable to make it by them than by Tatar."

Several adults still only feel that the Japanese pirates are the disease of ringworm and scabies, and the Tartar is the enemy. But this is just a collection of paintings and a drama, so don’t worry about it too much. Now that there are so many real wisps with short hair in the paintings, then just write according to the real wisps. The next book, In the next play, it's all about Tartar as the enemy.

Wang Zhuangyuan promised his ambition to write a book in the Li family, and he also took the 14,000 line drafts drawn by Xiao Cui Qi while they were eating and the brief manuscript copied by the Li family back home.

He entered the study room with drunken spirits, piled the manuscript on the table, called for people to wash their hands and change clothes, changed into loose home clothes, and turned pages of the artwork. In the blank space next to the characters are written the identity, temperament, preferences, weapons, fighting styles, etc. of the person in the painting. As he watched, he also recalled their images in the atlas and what they had done, so that he could continue the story from the album.

This manuscript was not written by him alone, but each person wrote about thousands of households going deep into the enemy's line, and finally put it together, and then discussed and wrote it during the time of value.

The first paragraph he wants to write is Xiaoxu Qianhu's night to visit the thief’s den and go back to report the truth to Xie Zhenfu. Xie Zhenfu wants to send someone to pretend to be a woman and take the opportunity to enter them in order to find out the bandit behind these people. Part of the old nest.

According to Choi Xie's original manuscript, it is An Qianhu of the standard bearer who is dressed as a woman. In the painting, An Qianhu has a small face, bright eyes, and she wears tight-fitting woven flowers. His figure is shorter and thinner than others, and he looks a little more delicate in men's clothing.

He was always rigorous, and he couldn't look at the man who "selled the demon". When it was his turn to write the play, he felt that An Qianhu in the painting was the most suitable dress to enter the enemy camp, and he didn't feel bad at all. He enthusiastically laid out paper and studied ink, and he pondered over the drawing paper for a long time, and he wanted to write a poem for An Qianhu first.

The handwritten texts of several Hanlin Unions. As the champion and senior, he can't be weaker than others!

Just as Wang Zhuangyuan wrote two sentences, "Shuanghuan Zapei shake Ding Dong, a juvenile from Mingguang Palace", the door of the room suddenly rang, and a family member said at the door: "Master, Ren Ge is back! Ren Ge heard that the master is not here. In class, I’ll study in the study when I come back, and I’m going to come over to greet you."

When he passed the message, there was already a mess of footsteps and low voices in the courtyard, and he was about to enter the door.

Wang Hua beat his heart a few times, and quickly stacked the manuscripts under his hands into a pile, and then randomly pressed a lot of books and papers on top, and hurriedly hid the manuscripts before his son entered the door.

When Wang Shouren came in, he saw his father standing at the table, standing next to the desk, instead of sitting in a chair as relaxed as he usually came to invite Anshi. The fifteen-year-old boy had a delicate mind. Seeing his father's standing uncomfortable, he asked thoughtfully: "Is there any discomfort in the father's body? Or is this chair broken? The son will go and ask someone to change the table and chair. Come?"

Where is the table and chairs is not good, because the things on the table cannot be seen by my son.

It doesn't matter that he is Lao Tzu and his colleagues work together to write some pastime stories with paintings, but his son can't read such messy books!

Wang Hua stood at the table and said lightly: "It's nothing, I need to sort out some papers for my father. You go back first... You just got home?" The nervousness when he was collecting the books passed away, his thoughts became clear suddenly, and he immediately tried again. Son: "Where did you go today? It's not that I'm going to the Secretary of General Communications again!"

Wang Shouren bowed his head and replied: "Father, rest assured, I did not go to the Secretary of Political Affairs. These days Li Xueshi called the **** to frame him, and his son was worried about the damage to the gentleman of the central government and unintentionally asked for the Northern Expedition. Now Li Xueshi is released from prison and his son is with several classmates. I made a poem to celebrate."

It turned out to be a poetry club. After seeing major events, this child has grown a little bit...Wang Hua twirled his beard and nodded: "You have been like a year, and you will lose your old temper. A disciple of the Li Bachelor’s family, a good student to study, get a Juren Jinshi as soon as possible, and wait until you get it before you can apply to the country."

Wang Shouren smiled freely and freely: "How can you come up with a safe and tatar policy only by reading books? The ancients said that it is better to travel thousands of miles to read thousands of books. His son wanted to go out of Juyongguan to see and know the facts of the border, and he will go to sparse talents next time. There is something to say, the pope knows me!"

This is a shame that the book is not enough, and he is going to get out!

Wang Hua was so angry that he picked up the book and threw it at him, telling him to tilt his head and avoid it. He also said, "Small sticks are accepted, and big sticks are for filial piety." This irritated his father, grabbing a roll and then throwing it away. .

Before throwing it away, Wang Zhuangyuan suddenly remembered that there was a picture scroll of Jin Yiwei hidden under the book that he could not let his son read. Now he only has to go out of Shanhaiguan. What if he wants to go to Dongying after seeing the painting!

He put the book back again and placed it on the pile of paintings again. Wang Shouren watched his father no longer want to beat him, so he smiled and said, "Since the father agreed, the son will make preparations, one day he will go out to see the border gate."

Wang Hua said angrily: "Who promised you to go! It's almost the end of the year. You will stay home honestly for me. As soon as the spring season is over next year, I will leave my old face and send you to Cui Mansion and ask Cui Hezhong to discipline you! Don’t think that people say that you are a person who wants to be a master and cannot be controlled by mediocre ways. I will leave you alone. Even if I don’t want a son who is a master, I can’t let you go on being so foolish!"

Wang Shouren only said "Thank you for your father's praise". He was not annoyed or afraid, and went out respectfully, leaving his father in the room and sighed.

Wang Hua always felt that this son was extraordinary, but no matter how extraordinary, he had to live well to have an extraordinary day. Is the border gate a place where such a fifteen or sixteen child can go with his head?

He sighed for a long time, then took out the sketches and the poems he had just written, and then added the sentence "...for the sake of buying books, it is too early to return home". Unknowingly, he pinned his expectations for his son on An Qianhu's writing, and the character scenes he wrote gradually became somewhat of Wang Shouren's shadow.

While he pondered the words and sentences and expanded the plot according to the outline, he thought bitterly: After the book is printed, he must be under control of his son, and he is not allowed to look at such things that make people feel ambitious and run out!

The author has something to say: I almost forgot, the poem is Li Dongyang’s "Send Zhongweixin Academy Envoy to Huainan"

The two sentences in the last chapter are also his, extracted from the ten poems of Qiwo