Chapter 288: Outside the building, everyone is on the top
"Liangyuan sings and dances are full of romantic style, and the wine is like a knife to relieve sorrow. I remember the joy of young people, and the lights are on the outside of the building in the middle of the night."
Hangzhou is a prosperous place in the south of the Yangtze River, and West Lake is a Hangzhou Casino.
Just like the Qinhuai River in Jinling and the Slender West Lake in Yangzhou.
This Louwai Building, located on the shore of West Lake, is actually copied from Fengle Building in Tokyo, or the Fan Building earlier.
Of course, it doesn't just refer to a restaurant.
There are also large areas of gold-selling caves with surrounding vassals.
There are restaurants, brothels, elegant houses, and gardens.
Moon pool, shuttle door, strange flowers and plants, pavilions, pavilions and pavilions, endless.
The so-called: "According to the West Lake, thousands of peaks are connected, a thousand acres of green, the willow flower docks and clear railings, and the boats and boats singing in the dikes, they often go downstairs to visit the most."
The three-story tower with floating eaves is majestic and magnificent. Although it is just the setting sun, the tower is full of well-dressed children of powerful men and scholars.
Today is the so-called West Lake Poetry Festival.
The organizer of the poetry meeting was Qian Ziyi, the legitimate son of Qian Zhongshu, the transshipment officer of Liangzhe Road, and the top second generation in Hangzhou and Jiangnan. He was a famous figure, known as the leader of the four young masters in Jiangnan.
It is said that the origin of this West Lake Poetry Fair was to give birth to a strange woman Qian Ziyi liked, and it started to handle it ten days ago.
After Mr. Qian sent invitations, the children of powerful and nobles in Jiangnan and Hangzhou were constantly in exchange for each other. Of course, as a genius poetry event, scholars from major families in Jiangnan were naturally indispensable.
Therefore, although there are only fifty or sixty places to join the venue, there are three or four hundred people running to the scene to join in the fun.
Of course, most of them are soy sauce, so they can only survive outside the building with the lingering cold wind in the south of the Yangtze River. When one or two masterpieces are published at the poetry meeting, they will flock to it.
Without the golden invitation from Mr. Qian, Wang Lin and Yan Qing naturally couldn't enter.
But the so-called silver is the best pass, and there was no need to spend money to do it in this year. Therefore, Yan Qing exchanged two tickets for the Inner Watching Ceremony from the Louwailou Manager.
The price is quite expensive.
There is food and seats, but they are all on the periphery and have no say in participating in the poetry meeting.
Wang Lin took Yan Qing into Louwailou and arrived at the poetry meeting, and saw that there were many spectators like him on the outside.
People who are willing to spend this big price naturally will not be ordinary scholars, most of whom are second-class students.
The venue was an open hall, surrounded by a series of young men in brocade clothes, each sitting upright, with a proud look on his face. There were two beautiful maids kneeling in front of the table. In addition to drinking, snacks, fruits, and so on.
Pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
The background of the sects and officials in the Song Dynasty was mostly found in Jiangnan.
The children of officials are also proud of dancing and writing, so everyone present is dressed as a scholar in Confucian clothes, wearing flowers on his head, wearing gold on his waist, and wearing jade on his waist.
There were only about twenty young people sitting in the middle, with beautiful eyes and beautiful faces, wearing ink-colored satin robes, with the robes exposed the edges of silver hollow hibiscus flowers.
Tie a jade belt on the waist and hold an ivory folding fan in the hand.
This man smiled and looked around, feeling quite contented.
Wang Lin guessed that this was Qian Ziyi, the prince of Qian Zhongshu, the leader of the Liangzhe Road Transportation Commissioner, who was the first civil servant in Jiangnan.
This person has a pretty face and family background, but his face is slightly pale.
Dozens of young men were talking and talking loudly. Qian Ziyi stood up and waved her hand. The venue suddenly became silent, which showed Qian Ziyi's status in the small circle of the second generation of Jiangnan.
Qian Ziyi smiled and said, "Today, I invite famous scholars in Jiangnan and senior brothers from all the prefectures. What I do is to make friends through literature, and to recite poems and celebrate birthdays for the true lady... I would like to give you advice, if you can produce one or two excellent works.
, to the true lady's eyes, to make the beautiful woman smile, I should thank her with a hu of pearls in the East Sea."
Everyone immediately applauded and applauded.
Qian Ziyi smiled again and said, "If you look at the literary world of the Song Dynasty today, those who can be called great masters in terms of poetry are nothing more than Wang Lin from Shandong, Li Qingzhao, a lay Buddhist in Yi'an, and my true wife in Jiangnan, who are only these three."
A young man in a long-dressed shirt on the side of Qian Ziyi's seat smiled and said, "Brother Ziyi is humble. To take Du's perspective, the above three people are actually not as talented as Brother Ziyi."
The words of the young man in green immediately attracted many people to agree.
This person is Du Cheng, the youngest son of Du Pu, the head of the academic affairs department of Liangzhe Road (School Administration).
Qian Ziyi shook his head: "Brother Du's words are inappropriate. I am talented and knowledgeable. How dare I be with the three men of Yi'an and Zhen Niangzi? They are too famous and too famous."
"Not to mention the famous lay Buddhist Yi'an, the real lady, even if it was Wang Lin, one gift to Zhang Taiwei, watch the sword while drunk, one gift to Li Shishi, one gift to Yi'an
The layman's king was not born yet, and I was not old. It is really amazing. His talent is no less than that of Mr. Su."
Another young man in blue stood up and smiled, "Brother Ziyi said so much. I will admit that Wang Lin is a person who is well-versed in ancient and modern times. In fact, if he had no talent, I am afraid that Mr. Yi'an would not have done it for him.
Fall in love, be willing to give me your body? A talented man and a talented woman are really a legend that has eternal history.”
This person is the second son of Xue Guanru, the governor of Hangzhou, and Xue Ting.
Everyone laughed, and Du Cheng smiled and interrupted, "So, with Brother Ziyi's talent and knowledge, he can also be called a good friend of the real lady, just like Wang Lin and Li Yian."
A smile appeared on Qian Ziyi's lips, and the corner of his eyes subconsciously swept the bead curtain behind his seat.
There is the inner room, and today's true master, the true lady, is behind it.
However, there was no sound inside.
On the outside, Yan Qing gave Wang Lin a strange glance.
He didn't expect that the incident between Wang Lin and Li Qingzhao would have spread to Jiangnan. Fortunately, it became a good story and would not damage the prince's reputation.
Wang Lin's face was calm, but he looked inwards his attribute panel. Seeing that the reputation column had increased a lot. Yesterday, it was only 27, but now it is 30.
This means that as his reputation spreads, his reputation will gradually increase and he doesn't need to do anything at all.
It also means that he will copy more poems in the future, which will help increase his reputation and merits.
Qian Ziyi bowed behind the bead curtain and bowed: "The poem meeting has begun, and I would like to ask the real lady to give me a title."
As soon as he finished speaking, a pretty maid came out and handed a piece of paper to Qian Ziyi.
Qian Ziyi took it, glanced at it with a smile, and exclaimed: "My wife has produced another masterpiece, and you are blessed!"
"The flowers are blooming on the branches, and the jealous flowers are urging each other in the wind and rain. I hope that the Qing Emperor will always be the main force, and do not let the green moss be lit. The title is fallen flowers."
After Qian Ziyi finished chanting, the young masters danced and began to think about how to write poems.
On the outside, Wang Lin listened to this quatrain. Although his expression was still calm, he was really shocked: It was Zhu Shuzhen?
He was named Youqi Jushi, young and wise, well-versed in classics and history, good at writing and painting, good at music and music, and was very good at poetry and lyrics. He was known as the two talented women of the Song Dynasty, including Li Qingzhao, and Li in the south and north.
In history, there are different opinions on Zhu Shuzhen's hometown, birth and death, and Wang Lin did not expect that Zhu Shuzhen would appear in Hangzhou at this time.
Wang Lin liked Zhu Shuzhen very much in his previous life, "The moon rises to the willows, and people make an appointment after dusk", but in this year, Zhu Shuzhen, who was able to perform such a masterpiece and make an appointment to elope, had a commendable courage.
Yan Qing was so tired of the miserable sounds that the young masters chanted on the field. He stood behind Wang Lin and looked at his nose and nose and was almost asleep.
Until the poems published by the people in the scene seemed to be unsatisfied with the beauty, including Qian Ziyi's own works that suited the scene, the atmosphere on the scene became a little awkward.
Xue Ting retreated in disappointment, cursing Zhu Shuzhen behind the pearl curtain in her heart: A small official in Hangzhou and an abandoned wife can only write two poems, so she thinks she is a fairy in the sky, that is, Qian Ziyi is confused.
I actually fell in love with her and was all about making her happy, but even so, I didn't seem to appreciate it.
No slander.
Du Cheng and Meng Donglin, son of Mumbai, the head of Hangzhou Bureau of Arts, looked at each other, and both read a hint of sarcasm from each other's eyes.
The reason why they came to support the audience was simply to please the Qian family. As for this so-called real lady, in their eyes, they were not even as good as the beautiful maids around them.
As a result, a group of unspeakable young men gathered together and she actually made a stinking sound.
But despite the harsh criticism in my heart, I dare not say it out loud, and even on the surface I dare not show any emotion.
After all, Qian Zhongshu is no different from the King of Jiangnan, and their wealth and wealth are all due to the Qian family.
Qian Ziyi's slightly deep eyes turned to the outside.
His eyes fell on Wang Lin inadvertently.
This is an era where people focus on clothing. The more beautiful, well-dressed and elegant people are, the more eye-catching it is. Wang Lin is so arrogant when sitting here, compared to the surroundings.
Qian Ziyi clasped her fists from afar and said, "I wonder if this gentleman has the name of Gao?"
Wang Lin slowly stood up and replied with a greeting: "Below..."
He was about to say that Yan Qing was in Xia, but when he saw Yan Qing’s face turned red, he smiled slightly and changed his words: “In Xia Hanting, the capital, he was studying in Jiangnan, and he happened to be a poetry meeting, so come and watch.”
Yan Qing held his forehead with his hand, thinking that the prince... he actually started to take the name of the princess and brothers again. If this caused a storm and spread it, Han Ting, the eldest brother of the Han family in the capital, would he be afraid that he would not be implicated?
Qian Ziyi thought for a moment and hurriedly walked over: "Brother Han is from the capital, could he be a descendant of the Han family of the Prime Minister's Party?"
The Han family in the capital has been of great success for generations and has been prime ministers for generations.
With Wang Lin's handsome character, Qian Ziyi would of course think about it in the Han family.
Wang Lin smiled slightly: "I... am a descendant of the Han family."
He is the son-in-law of the Han family, so this is not a lie.
Qian Ziyi smiled loudly: "It turns out that he is a brother Gao of the Prime Minister's Mansion. He is so respectful! Please sit in Brother Han. I wonder if he has just fallen flowers. Does Brother Han have a masterpiece?"
Wang Lin came to Louwailou today, of course, not to join in the fun of art.
If he wants to break the situation in Jiangnan, he must find a powerful prying point.
And this group of powerful and powerful children in Jiangnan were the candidates he planned to choose.
So he was not humble, so he smiled calmly and entered the field with Qian Ziyi, which instantly became the focus of everyone's attention.
Today he was wearing a long robe with green patterns and a milky white double-breasted jacket with bright silk face.
The robe and feet are turned over, stuffed into the white jade belt around the waist, and wearing white deer leather boots on the feet to facilitate horse riding.
The black hair was combed neatly on the top of the head, and was placed in an exquisite white jade hair crown. A light green silk crown belt was hanging from both sides of the crown, and a flowing flower knot was tied to the lower forehead.
Not to mention his origin, he is even more beautiful than this outfit and handsome appearance.
But most of the second generation around him showed arrogance, and no one stood up to greet him.
So what about the Han family in the capital? Can they come to Jiangnan?
So what if you are handsome, it’s just a stinky skin.