Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

When they went out, the sun was already slanting to the west. The light golden red sunlight sheds on the green hills outside the city and falls into the mountains little by little.

Although Cui Xie's little white horse is young, he is no longer too big. It is also a good errant horse, only slightly shorter than Xie Ying's Wuliang Hama. The two of them ran for a while outside the city. The little white horse spread out with all four hoofs. It was also a star-chilling electric switch. It was chasing and flying, not much behind Xie Ying's horse.

Xie Ying saw that he was able to follow him closely, his body ups and downs with the horse, sitting steadily, she couldn't help but praised: "It's a good ride. I can't think of you as a scholar, so I am willing to work hard."

Cui Xie had a beautiful face, smiled and said, "Not only riding, but also shooting arrows. I will shoot you someday if I find a place with a target."

Xie Ying smiled and looked at him: "Then wait for autumn and take you to Pinggu to hunt."

Cui Xie hasn't shot a live target yet, so it's a little fictitious. But a man can't directly admit defeat in such a place. Thinking about autumn is still far away, it's a big deal to set a target in the yard and practice more, so he happily agreed.

The two ran a small half circle around the city, the sun had fallen behind the mountain valley, and the city gate would be closed soon. The two went around from Nanguan back to the inner city, randomly found a Guanerye Temple, and got off their horses far outside the temple, mixing into the flow of people.

Because it was close to Emperor Guan's birthday, outside the temple, there began to sell art, incense candles, snacks and fresh fruit and confectionery from other places. There are also some rare ones that come back to sell dairy products-these are probably the descendants of the rich and powerful people who moved to Beijing during the Yuanmeng period, and continued to live on the land of Daming without leaving with Emperor Yuanshun.

They can not only sell roast lamb and dairy products, but also some beef broth and braised beef, which are rarely sold by the Han. Cui Xie hadn't eaten beef for a long time, so he bought two bowls of beef soup with them and asked for some natural yogurt.

Yogurt is much more acidic than modern ones, so you have to eat it with sugar, but it is cool and sour, and it can also supplement calcium. He has always focused on sports since he came to Beijing, and he has never drunk milk. He should look for these and order some fresh milk, drink a cup every day for the whole family, and the old and the young will supplement their health.

...By the way, hurry up.

Xie Ying was a little surprised when he asked the stall owner to deliver milk and yogurt home, as if he liked to drink it: "This milk is fishy and prone to dryness. It is sour when made into yogurt. You really love to drink it. it?"

"Just add more sugar." Cui Xie scooped a spoonful of sugar for him, and he dug a spoonful of yogurt with sugar and put it in his mouth. He squinted his eyes with enjoyment and said, "Drinking milk can grow longer. Tall, I have been too busy with homework in the past two years and sleep less, which may affect my fading..."

Almost did not stop, and said the three words melatonin.

He reacted instantly and changed his words and said: "It affects the leg length. Sitting with Brother Xie, shorter than this calf length, can I not worry?"

Xie Ying looked at his raised knees under his clothes. His kneecap is not thick, only a delicate and sleek shape on the clothes, which is as well-proportioned and exquisite as him. He looked a little surprised, and after he recovered, he lowered his eyes and smiled: "It's not short. You haven't opened it yet."

Brother Xie is so good at talking.

Cui Xie was happy to hear it, but before he grew up to be as tall as Xie Ying, he still insisted on making up. He finished the yogurt in two mouthfuls, stood up by the table and said, "You may not be used to drinking yogurt. I will make some milk tea for you to taste later. Drinking iced milk tea in summer is better for relieving heat and refreshing than just drinking milk. "

It's not that Xie Ying has never tasted Mongolian milk tea. She was not interested in his proposal, but she nodded. Seeing that he had almost eaten, he took out a piece of silver and threw it on the table, ordered some sweets such as Aiwowo, honey twist, and stuffed him with two horses, and took him outside the temple to be more lively. Place to go.

At this time, the lights were on, and all the singers in Wasi in the garden set up their stage, changed their costumes and sang. Outside the temple, there are people selling copper and porcelain statues of Emperor Guan, and large-scale colored paintings of Emperor Guan are posted, which are vivid under the light...

Such as……

Mr. Lu Shuming, the actor of Guan Yu in the old version of the Three Kingdoms...

This picture seems to be based on the characters in his dress-up kit, without even changing his posture!

The stall owner knocked on the gong and shouted: "This is the authenticity of Cui Meiren's! When Cui Meiren drew the Three Kingdoms picture, he drew a big picture of a hundred and eight heroes and beauties. But unfortunately, the beauty became unbearable and lived in seclusion. Most of the artwork was taken deep in the mountains by her. My picture of Guan Di is an old woodcutter who stumbled upon Cui Meiren when he was wandering in the mountains and lost his way in the mountains. She asked her to point out the way out, and she gave this masterpiece... "

He spoke very hard, and the people around him really believed it. Many people wanted to buy his big picture when they took out their purse.

The stall owner picked up Joe again and said that his picture was the real Cui Meiren’s legacy. So-and-so servant and so-and-so husband had to spend a few hundred taels to buy and he didn’t sell them. He just wanted to sell some of them as "Zhirong Bookstore." The statue of Emperor Guan in the original seal.

Cui Xie was embarrassed and funny, and the expression on his face was distorted. He wanted to pull Xie Ying away from this magical stall, only to find that his body was facing away from him, his head was lowered, and his shoulders shrugged with a smile. Towering.

Take a look! This is a wise man! When I heard it, I knew that the story was fabricated, and the fooled people were too gullible! The old man who is also picking woodcutter...Why didn't he say that he personally met Cui Meiren in the mountains?

He whispered: "The picture was created by looking for someone to copy the image of Guan Gong on the drawing pad into a big picture. It is not authentic at all."

"I know." Xie Ying looked back at him, the smile in her eyes still remained, and she leaned on the horse and whispered: "Cui Meiren'er is by my side, how can she be in some mountains."

Cui Xie didn't hear what he was saying, so she raised her eyes to him, wanting him to make it clearer. Xie Ying shook her head, and pointed to Miaoxi who sang the opera and said, “I don’t look at this painting. They are all imitations of color printing. They look like they look like under the lights, but they look rough during the day. Let’s go and listen to the Guan Gong opera."

He led the horse and walked away, Cui Xie also forgot what to ask, and followed him to the other side of the street.

There was a southern opera troupe with a clear voice. Although the street was noisy, the sound of drumming was sent by the wind from a distance. The lyrics were intermittently delivered to people's ears. The song was still the song "The King Guan Goes Alone to the Single Sword Club" by Guan Hanqing in the former Yuan Dynasty. .

"I also once killed Cai Yang in the three winters of the Drums, and blood was splashed on the killing field. The knife picked the robe out of Xuchang and threatened to kill Prime Minister Cao..."

The tune rang in my ears, the words were clear, the voice was low, but it was also sonorous and full of charm, and sang a heroic spirit.

Naturally, the sound of the music on the other side of the street cannot travel so far and so clearly.

Cui Xie followed the voice, and was surprised to find that the singer was actually Xie Ying. He seemed to be looking at the stall in the distance, and as if looking at the imaginary Three Kingdoms wars and chaos, he pressed his hands to the beat and sang in a low voice with the orchestra sent in the wind.

The light hit his side face, reflecting an extremely beautiful outline. Cui Xie painted so many heroes, and he was not as heroic as he was at this moment. He sang the phrase "There are three thousand heroes in the end. Fight and fight", as if a hero is singing his own heart song facing thousands of Zhengchen.

He sang the first man repeatedly, and Cui Xie listened a lot and felt that he had to learn it, so he hummed lowly.

His tune was inserted into the song, like a dead branch smashing into the lake, smashing Xie Ying to wake up from the song, and as soon as he looked back, he was staring at himself, learning to sing that que [Silver Lantern].

Although the tune he sang was not in tune, his lips were exquisite, with red lips and white teeth. After removing the noise, he only watched his lips open and close when he bit the word, and his mouth shapes were better than others.

Xie Ying watched for a while, only to remember that he was afraid that he would make herself look shy, and her gaze moved up from his lips and fell into those eyes.

The lights all over the street seemed to fall into his eyes, and the flames seemed to burn from his eyes to people again, so fierce that people did not dare to look at them. But take a closer look, there is nothing else in those eyes, and in the tiny bits of light, he is alone.

Xie Ying's heart moved slightly, raised her hands to close those eyes, and looked at his half-open lips, leaning forward slightly.

Cui Xie's eyes closed, and he stopped singing the ridiculous [Silver Lantern], breathing slightly, but the back of his neck was stiff and motionless, as if waiting for something.

Without the noisy sound, Xie Ying suddenly woke up from the sticky atmosphere of Shicai, sighed low, raised her chin, and the kiss that should have fallen on his lips fell to the one that pressed his eyes. On the back of the hand.

He is a student of the Imperial College, and he will be tested for candidates and scholars in the future. His reputation is important. How can he have an affair with a Jinyiwei like himself?

Cui Xie only felt his hands pressed harder again, and couldn't help pursing his lips and swallowing saliva.

But Xie Ying has endured the throbbing, straightened up, rubbed her palms on his forehead, smiled faintly and said, "Let's go. Are you going to school tomorrow?"

Cui Xie looked into his eyes and asked, "Just now..."

Xie Ying shook her head and said jokingly: "I didn't think you sang badly. Go back, you scholars are not healthy and can't stay up late."

He stepped on his long legs and walked forward, Cui Xie trot after him, calling "Brother Xie" again and again, but he refused to look back. The two horses moved forward steadily from left to right, squeezing the pedestrians out, leaving them alone in the middle of the two horses.

Cui Xie wanted to ask him what he meant just now, but he was afraid that he was thin-skinned, so he was annoyed to ask, so he had to bear it. There will always be...

Alas, let's talk about it later.

Xie Ying sent him to the back door of Cui Mansion and was about to leave. Cui Xie wanted to invite him to sit at home and he refused. He only said that he had to go to the palace to stay on duty these days and he couldn't delay it too late.

But when he was parting, he couldn't help but exhorted: "Tomorrow is Emperor Guan's birthday, and there is always some knife-washing water in the sky. Remember to bring an umbrella when you go to school. Don't let it get wet."

Cui Xie felt relieved at once, and agreed to walk into the threshold and watch him leave from the other end of the alley.

That night, he did not review it for an unprecedented time. Instead, he pulled out a volume of Guan Hanqing's collection from a free book sent by Master Liu, and opened the four-fold book "Guan Erye Going to the Meeting Single-handedly" and read it carefully. The tune of the [Ticking Silver Lantern] lingered in his mind, so he sang every word in the tune, and the result was either too many words or few words, or the tone of the word and the tone didn’t match. It seemed like it was out of tune, but in the end it was the one that Xie Qianhu had sung several times, which was the best and most pleasant.

Of course, it's also possible that someone sings just fine, but his singing is out of tune.

He resolutely refused to admit this possibility, but realized Lin Jiancheng's painstaking effort to make him listen to the opera-the tunes are long and tactful, the rhythm is clear, and they read the beauty of chanting. In the eight-part essay, the eight-part essay is written as a tune. The two sentences are more neatly matched, and they are in harmony with the rhythm, and they are as catchy as a song. Naturally, they are better than prose that does not cut the rhyme or the opposite. .

After realizing this, he couldn't help looping the single "Tick the Silver Lantern" in his mind until he fell asleep, and he couldn't control it.

Gradually, the tune became clearer and clearer. It was no longer the tune after his own magical reform, but the clear and clearer song that resonated in his ears at first. The song got closer and closer, his eyes were dark, but he felt a thin, warm breath slap on his face, but he didn't leave halfway, but softly pressed to his lips.

He called out "Brother Xie" in his dream, as if Xie Ying's handsome face under the light appeared before his eyes.

Xie Ying's hand seemed to rest on his hand and shoulder, and she gradually walked downstream. The burning sensation penetrated into his bones, and his waist shook suddenly, and he sat up from the darkness.

Last time I dreamed of meeting with an acquaintance is fine, but this time I dreamed that an acquaintance kissed me. Can this person be called an acquaintance again? It can't be like this to friends... What face does he have to see in the future?

Although Xie Ying seems to have teased him this time...

He really wanted to make a target of the same age, but he didn't even want the same gender.

He covered his face sadly, sat on the bed for a long time, got up and changed his clothes, looked at the purple sky outside, and sighed deeply.

There is still too little homework, so let's memorize a few pieces of songs by famous Yuan and Ming artists.