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Chapter 17 Si Wuxie

There are fifty-five scenes in "The Peony Pavilion: Resurrection of the Soul". Of course, it is impossible to perform the whole play this morning. Zhang Dai ordered the "canteen troupe" to perform "Title", "Yanhuai", "Training the Girl", "Yan Yan"

There are six plays in total. The first four plays are short and passed quickly. When "The Dream" comes on, Zhang Yuan and others who are watching the play are in high spirits.

Vibrating, Du Liniang, who is decorated by Wang Ke, sings, making people's hearts sway:

"The orioles are chirping in my dream, and chaos reigns throughout the years. People build small courtyards and deep courtyards. When dawn comes, I look down at the plum gate, and my makeup is broken. The wind is incessant, the order is still chaotic, and the boredom is unreasonable."

Zhang E snickered and said: "This girl is in love with spring, hehe."

Zhang Dai praised: "Ke Dian's accent is exquisite and sensible. It is a great improvement compared to the beginning of the year."

After the dream in the garden, "The Sentence of the Underworld" was performed. This play was very lively, with big painted faces, small painted faces, clowns, old ladies, old boys, and little ones all making their appearances. Zhang Dingyi, Wu Ling and others found this play the most interesting and were watching it with great enthusiasm.

, suddenly saw a young boy running over and said to Zhang Dai: "Master Zongzi, it's not good, the elder has brought people to visit the garden."

Zhang Dai was also surprised: "Didn't the eldest father go to Kuaiji to visit friends? Why did he come back?" This time he invited friends to the garden and watch a play on his own initiative, without the consent of the elders in the family. If it was normal, it would be fine.

But now is obviously not the right time, because next month is the Provincial Examination. The three-year Provincial Examination is so important. If you don’t review your homework in the study room, but gather friends to drink, watch operas and listen to music, wouldn’t it be a waste of studies!

Zhang E was also afraid of being scolded by his eldest father, so he hurriedly said: "Brother, let's run away quickly."

Zhang Dai glanced at Ni Ruyu, Uncle Yao Jian and others who were still listening intently to the opera, shook his head and said: "Then what's the point of my face? I'm trying to get scolded by the eldest father - don't disturb the troupe, continue to perform, I'll go see the eldest father."

Zhang Dai left Xia Shuangxuan and went straight to the gate of Xiaomei Mountain Garden, but did not meet his eldest father. After asking, he found out that his eldest father and several friends had already entered the garden. All the scenic roads in the garden were connected. The eldest father and his party should have been there.

Entered the other way.

Zhang Dai returned to the garden, detoured from Zhenliuju to Xia Shuangxuan, and saw that his eldest father had arrived at the Shouhua Hall on the side of Xia Shuangxuan. Zhang E and Zhang Zhuoru were stretching their heads at Xia Shuangxuan, preparing to go there and be scolded. On the stage

"Underworld" is still being performed.



Zhang Yuan stood up and stood respectfully, watching Zhang Rulin, his great uncle of the clan, walking over. Zhang Rulin was nearly sixty years old, with a fat body and a round face that looked like a rich man. Next to him, the middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe and straight skirt was tall and thin. This man had a bridged nose.

Tall and straight, with phoenix eyes and silky eyebrows, there is always a smile on his face. Behind this middle-aged man is a young man, who is wearing a rattan silk scarf, a plain kudzu gown, silk shoes and socks, and a handsome appearance.



"Which show do you want to perform?" Zhang Rulin asked.

Zhang Dai was a little embarrassed and replied: "In response to my uncle's words, I ordered six plays and the performance has already been completed. Since my grandson has been having a hard time studying and composing for the past few days, he invited a few friends who were about to take the provincial examination to relax in the garden."

Zhang Rulin said: "Are these all students who are about to take the provincial examination? Oh, Yiyuan, Huzi is also here."

Qi Yiyuan, Qi Huzi, Ni Ruyu, and Yao Jianshu came forward to salute Zhang Rulin. Ni Ruyu, Yao Jianshu were quite famous among the people in Shaoxing Prefecture. Zhang Rulin had also heard the names of these two people, so he returned the half salute with a smile. Waiting for Zhang Yuan, Zhang Rulin

When Dingyi stepped forward, Zhang Rulin didn't quite recognize the two grandsons of Dongzhang. He just waved his hand and said to the tall and thin middle-aged man next to him: "Jian'an, my grandson doesn't know the importance. The provincial examination is about to take place, so why don't you drink and listen?"

Qu, it’s really ridiculous.”

The middle-aged man named Jian'an said with a smile: "It's useless to study hard books. Knowledge is about to come from wine and drama. Li Bai wrote hundreds of poems about drinking wine, and Tang Ruoshi's "The Peony Pavilion" is even more precise.

If you study in a university, your true temperament is there."

Zhang Rulin shook his head and smiled, and said to Zhang Dai and others: "Today I want you to meet a famous scholar -" pointing at the middle-aged man and said: "This is Mr. Wang Jizhong, the youngest Jinshi in Shanyin, named Jie'an.

"

Wang Siren waved his hand and said with a smile: "My grandson, Zhang Zongzi, is sixteen years old this year. If he takes the provincial examination and tries to win consecutive victories, he is only seventeen years old. How can I compare? What's more, I won the Jinshi at the age of twenty, and I am thirty-nine years old this year.

He is not an old man who lives in the countryside." Wang Siren was impeached and dismissed from his post as magistrate at the beginning of the year, and he returned to his hometown of Shaoxing last month.

Zhang Rulin said with a smile: "My eldest son's craftsmanship is still lacking. It may not be easy to pass the provincial examination this year. I need to ask Jian'an for your advice. Jian'an's literary works are world-famous."

Zhang Yuan was surprised to hear that this middle-aged man was Wang Siren. Before Qi Biaojia won the Jinshi at the age of seventeen, Wang Siren, who won the Jinshi at the age of twenty, was a model of young people who became famous. They all said, "A Jinshi at the age of fifty, a Jinshi at the age of thirty"

"Old Ming Jing", although this refers to the imperial examinations of the Tang and Song dynasties, it also applies to the Ming Dynasty. It is difficult to pass the Jinshi exam. Those who can pass the exam at the age of fifty are considered young. Some old Xiaolians become old and decrepit within two years of passing the Jinshi exam.

Either unable to move or simply dying——

Zhang Dai and others paid tribute to Wang Siren one after another. Wang Siren said: "They are all young talents. Did you understand after listening to "Resurrection of the Peony Pavilion" just now?"

Zhang Dai, Zhang E and others did not dare to speak out for fear of being blamed by their eldest father Zhang Rulin. After all, "The Peony Pavilion" was regarded by many people as obscene lyrics and music. Zhang Rulin could listen to it, but they, the younger generations, could not.

Zhang Yuan stepped forward and said: "I thought the song "The Peony Pavilion" only contained three words——"

"Three words." Wang Siren became interested, looked at Zhang Yuan and said, "Then tell me which three words are they?"

Zhang Yuandao: "Thinking without evil." These three words are what Confucius said in the "Book of Songs", which means having true temperament.

There was silence in Xia Shuangxuan.

Wang Siren put his hands on his hands and smiled and said: "That's right, it's these three words. Haha, Su Weng, is this your grandson too? It's not easy to say these three words in one sentence. Shanyin Zhang family is really talented.

Jiji.”

"What does Huangkou kid know? It's just nonsense." Zhang Rulin also laughed and asked Zhang Yuan: "Are you Zhang Ruiyang's son?"

Zhang Yuan responded: "Yes."

Zhang Rulin nodded and said: "I heard that you had an eye disease some time ago. It seems to be in good condition. Have you entered social studies yet?"

Zhang Yuandao: "Not yet."

Zhang E, who was standing behind Zhang Yuan, interrupted and said: "Father, Jiezi has the ability to recite words by ear. He developed this ability when he suffered from eye disease. He can also play blindfolded chess, chess, and go."

I don’t know why, Zhang E likes to praise Zhang Yuan now, does he want to praise him? Or is it because he praises Zhang Yuan to a higher level, so that he will not look so miserable when he loses to Zhang Yuan continuously?

Zhang Rulin did not believe Zhang E's words. This grandson was extremely naughty and gave him a headache. Zhang Rulin glared at Zhang E and said, "Where did you take my pillow book?"

Zhang E screamed "Bitterness" in his heart. He forgot to put back the three volumes of "Jin Ping Mei" and couldn't remember where he stuffed them. He hesitated and said: "My grandson didn't take it. He doesn't like to read."

Zhang Rulin said: "If you didn't take it, who else would dare to take it? I'll deal with you when I get back."

Zhang E shouted: "It's unfair, eldest father, isn't it "Jin Ping Mei", that kind of book is all over the street, why should my grandson take the one beside my father's pillow?"

Wang Siren asked: "Weng Su, what book is "Jin Ping Mei"?"

Zhang Rulin whispered: "This is a wonderful book handwritten by Yuan Shigong. Yuan Shigong praised it as 'full of smoke and haze, better than Mei Sheng's "Seven Hairs"'. This book has not been published in the world, but my generation can read it, and the younger generation can read it."

I can't read it. The book describes the world and also touches on things in bed."

Wang Siren smiled and suddenly turned to look at the handsome young man behind him who was following him closely. He coughed and the young man lowered his head.

Zhang Rulin glared at Zhang E and said: "You still dare to say that you didn't take it, and you will not be punished this time."

When Zhang E heard that he was going to be punished with a stick, he was a little scared. At this time, he could only hold on and did not take the book. He shouted: "Big father, my grandson really didn't take it. My grandson only saw the name of this book from the big father.

Jiezi accidentally mentioned that Jiezi said that "Jin Ping Mei" was everywhere in the streets. He had already read it and could recite it."

Zhang Rulin laughed angrily, pointed at Zhang E and said: "Okay, very good, Zhang Baosheng gave birth to a good son, but he lied to his face."

Zhang E said: "My grandson is not lying. Jiezi can prove it. Jiezi, please recite a section of "Jin Ping Mei" for my uncle to listen to." As he said this, he quietly made a bowing gesture, asking Zhang Yuan to save him.

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