Chapter 239 The girl smiles like Junior Sister Wang
Dahuangpu flows from west to east from the southern suburbs of Qingpu County. On the pier, there are layers of stone paved with large bluestones. These bluestones have been trampled over many years to become smooth and smooth. When the sun shines in midsummer, the bluestones shine with the river water. The bluestones near the water
The stage was full of people seeing off the students and Lu's family members. In stark contrast to the noisy and popular scene here: on the high bank ten feet away, among several tall toon trees, a man dressed in moon white
In a cloth robe, a young girl wearing a female crown and a bun is standing tall——
The gray-brown tree trunks, small pale white flowers hanging in strings, and the fluffy tree crowns form mottled tree shadows on the ground. The Taoist girl with a lightly girdled waist and wide and drooping sleeves stood in the shade of the tree. Seeing Zhang Yuan and others
The person raised his eyes and looked towards her, then calmly put on the wide-brimmed bamboo hat in his hand, walked a few steps, and stood in the sun, as dazzling as a famous flower and jade tree——[..com]
Ten feet apart, her face was still unclear, but her graceful figure and slender figure already showed her charm. All the people on the pier who were seeing off Zhang Yuan and others stretched their necks to look at each other, and asked who this girl was.
who?
Zhang E was overjoyed and said proudly: "This is the female disciple of Chen Meigong. I want to return to Nanjing. Meigong asked me to accompany us."
When the students in Qingpu heard this, they were filled with envy. Some chanted, "There are beauties in the same boat, and their faces are like Shunhua." Others sang, "There are beauties who will never be forgotten once they see them." They became sour and ugly for a while -
Zhang E did not hesitate to say: "Brother, Jiezi, I will pick up the girl off the boat." He quickly climbed up the stairs, walked to the toon tree, bowed to the girl, and said: "Xiaoshengshan yin Zhang E, I went to Meigong yesterday evening.
Shanju...oh, Xiaosheng reported his name last time." Then he raised his head and took a closer look at the girl——
Last time, we were crossing the Broken Bridge in the West Lake on a moonlit night. Zhang E only felt that this girl was beautiful, but he didn't see clearly how beautiful she was. Now under the May sun, every detail was visible. First of all, he felt that this girl's skin was white.
The neck that hangs out of the cross-collar robe is long and graceful. It is no exaggeration to say that it is made of mutton-fat jade. Her face is also like a peach blossom in March, pink and white with crimson, and the deep yellow broad edge of the bamboo hat is lightly pressed.
As for the eyebrows, they are even more prominent like green feathers, and the chun is as if painted with vermilion, especially those beautiful eyes that are bright and charming. They seem to be able to speak——
Isn't such beauty a gift from God to men? Only the romance of geisha can soothe the mania and loneliness of life. This is what Zhang E thinks. It's not that he can play with prostitutes because they are despicable. He just thinks that having prostitutes in this world is more exciting.
Wang Wei remembered this Zhang E. He was the one who was patting the side of the boat in the West Lake that night and howling "Single Sword Club". He also claimed that he regarded fame as dirt, so he immediately gathered his clothes and blessed him. He said: "Thank you so much, Mr. Zhang, for your kind invitation.
The little girl is disturbing me." He asked, "Can we get on the boat now?"
Zhang E couldn't move his eyes away, he was dazzled. He had never seen such a stunning beauty in his life. He also thought that this girl's Jinling accent was also very nice, so he kept saying: "Okay, okay. Please."
Then a burly Khan came over carrying a load of luggage from under the tree. Wang Wei called the big man "Uncle Yao". There was also a maidservant of twelve or three years old, together with the boy with loose hair, Wang Wei's side
There were four people in total, Zhang E led the way, and Wang Wei and four others followed them down the high stone steps——
All the students on the bluestone platform fell silent for an instant. They watched this elegant and elegant girl in elegant clothes walk down the stone steps step by step. Without squinting, she walked directly across the steps and boarded the boat. The students waited until they were out of sight before letting out sighs.
Everyone is guessing who this girl is?
Zhang Ruoxi, who came to see her brother off, watched the girl get off the boat and asked in surprise: "Ohara, who is this girl?"
Zhang Yuandao: "She is a female disciple of Chen Meigong. Her home is in Nanjing and she wants to take our boat with her."
Zhang Ruoxi looked at her younger brother Zhang Yuan suspiciously, and Zhang Yuan said with a smile: "Sister, why are you looking at me like this? Don't you believe what I say?"
Zhang Ruoxi said: "Okay, I'm too lazy to ask any more questions. Don't be too ridiculous if you study abroad."
Zhang Yuan said seriously: "Sister, don't you know that I have been honest since I was a child?"
Zhang Ruoxi smiled, patted Zhang Yuan's arm with the fan in her hand, and said: "Are you honest? I didn't see that you have been naughty since you were a child -"
Lu Chun on the side immediately said: "Mother, was Uncle Jie Zi also naughty and disobedient when he was a child?"
Zhang Ruoxi said hurriedly: "Mom is joking with your uncle. Your uncle Jiezi likes to read and write since he was a child, and he is very well-behaved——"
Lu Jie asked: "Is Uncle Jie as good as me?"
Zhang Yuan rubbed the little heads of his two nephews and said with a smile: "My uncle was really not as good as you two when he was a child. You two can write so well in big characters. My uncle admires you."
The two little brothers were very happy and said that they would like Uncle Jie Zi to go to Nanjing to study in the future.
The suitcases and luggage have been loaded onto the ship, and the boatman is standing on the shore waiting for the ship to sail.
As they were about to leave, Zhang Ruoxi's eyes were slightly red and she said, "Xiao Yuan, if my father comes to Nanjing, please be sure to ask him to come and stay in Qingpu for a few days."
Zhang Yuan nodded and said: "Don't worry, sister, I've written it down."
Zhang Ruoxi added: "You came home from Nanjing years ago, so you came over to see your sister in vain."
Zhang Yuan promised: "Okay, I will definitely come."
Zhang Yuan and Zhang Dai bid farewell to Lu Tao, Yang Shixiang and others, and boarded the three-scull wave boat. This boat can carry 40 to 50 people. Zhang Yuan and his group of 20 people, together with Wang Wei, four people, and four boatmen, total only three people.
There were ten people, so the cabin seemed quite spacious. Zhang E had followed Wang Wei on the boat early, and was sitting across from Wang Wei talking to him in a polite manner.
When Wang Wei saw Zhang Yuan and Zhang Dai boarding the boat, he stood up and said, "Thank you two gentlemen for letting me take the boat. I'm sorry for bothering you."
Zhang Dai said: "Easy to say, easy to say." Even though it was the third time he saw this girl, he still felt amazing.
Zhang Yuan only smiled and nodded. He went to the bow of the ship to watch the boatmen unmooring the ship and waved goodbye to his relatives and friends on the shore. When the ship was far away from the dock, he returned to the main cabin and saw his eldest brother, eldest son, and third brother Yan Kedu.
I was a little smitten by this girl. It's no wonder. This girl is indeed beautiful, as if she has been modified by later generations of computer software without any flaws. If Zhang Yuan was just the original Zhang Yuan, and he was only seventeen years old, he would definitely be sexy too.
Granted, and now he is certainly more steady and calm than his eldest brother and third brother——
The boat was traveling slowly against the current, with the sound of water gurgling under the boat. Zhang Dai and Wang Wei discussed poetry, and Wang Wei calmly told anecdotes about the poets of the dynasty, from Gao Qi to Wang Shizhen, to Qian Qianyi, the Gengxu scientific researcher in the 38th year of Wanli, and to each of them.
The poet talked eloquently about his famous works, including numerous family treasures. Zhang Dai admired her greatly and praised: "The girl can be called a beautiful bachelor, Zhang Dai admires her."
Wang smiled slightly and looked at Zhang Yuan.
Zhang Yuan sat aside and listened with a smile, rarely interjecting, but he had a feeling that the girl cared about his attitude. Every time she talked about something wonderful, she would look over at him, her eyes seemed to be asking: What does Mr. Jie think?
how?
Zhang E, however, became impatient and said: "The poets of this dynasty have nothing to say. All the good poems were written by the people of the Tang Dynasty. Occasionally, some of them slipped through the net. Su Dongpo and Huangshan Valley had already picked them up. In this dynasty, they are all
Cliche, scum!”
Zhang E overthrew all the poets of the Ming Dynasty with one stroke, as if writing poetry was a treasure hunt. The good poems had been robbed, and the poems of the Ming Dynasty were tattered and useless.
Wang Wei said: "Otherwise, in the current world, people like Gongan Sanyuan and Jingling Zhongtan all pay attention to informality and unique expression of spirit. Good poems are often seen."
Zhang E: "The three policemen know about Jingling Zhongtan, but they have never heard of it."
Wang Wei raised the corner of his mouth, seemingly teasingly, and said: "Zhong is Zhong Bojing, and Tan is Tan Youxia. They are both famous poets today."
Zhang E asked: "How about putting it in front of Li Du Osu?"
Wang Wei's beautiful eyes turned up, revealing the lovely whites of her eyes, and said: "I won't tell you anymore, do the people who write poems have to be Li Du Osu? Could it be that this Xianggong Zhang only knows Li Du Osu?
Poet?"
These words were sharp and hit Zhang E's weak spot. Zhang E had indeed not read many poems. He only knew Li Bai, Du Fu, Ouyang Xiu, Su Dongpo, and Huang Tingjian. Now the girl pointed them out. Fortunately, Zhang E was thick-skinned and not ashamed.
, said: "After having tasted the delicacies, and then asking me to eat simple meals, life would be worse than death."
Wang Weicui frowned slightly, looked at Zhang Dai, and Zhang Yuan and the two said: "What other wise ideas do you two have? If not, please don't talk about poetry. Why don't you play chess to while away the eternal day."
This girl is indeed talented and arrogant. Zhang Dai felt that he could not beat this girl in poetry. He looked at Zhang Yuan and thought to himself: "I haven't read many Jiezi poems. Now let the girl in this song make our mountains yawning."
All three brothers can despise him."
Zhang Yuan is familiar with the history of the late Ming Dynasty and has some understanding of the Gong'an School and the Jingling School. He said: "My third brother, Yan Ke, is a wealthy man. He cannot eat anything but delicacies. I am not that picky. Zhong Xing, I am also fond of Tan Yuanchun's poems."
I’ve read some, but they’re really not that good.”
Wang Wei was a little angry, her face turned red, like peach blossoms in March, Zhong Xing, Tan Yuanchun is a poet she highly admires, especially Tan Yuanchun, who once pointed out her poems and said: "This Mr. Zhang is like this
Said, poetry must be better than bells, if you tell me, the little girl would like to ask for advice——"
Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "If I go to a restaurant to dine and feel that the food and wine are not good, the store owner says that since Mr. Zhang said so, he must be a better cook than me, and I have to ask for advice - what should I do?"
Zhang Dai and Zhang E both laughed, and the girl Wang Wei also covered her hands with her hands and couldn't stop laughing, but said: "Both Mr. Zhang are arrogant and arrogant!"
Zhang Yuandao: "Although I am not good at composing poetry, I have an eye for appreciation. Zhong and Tan advocated spirituality in poetry, but they went too far and were solitary and profound that it was difficult to understand. Many of their poems can only be understood by themselves.
It is difficult to express a uniquely understanding situation, and this is because the mind and hand do not match each other.”
Zhang Yuan criticized Zhong and Tan in this way, which made Wang Wei feel quite unconvinced, but Zhang Yuan's words were obviously very insightful. At least he had read Zhong and Tan's poems to say such things, Man Sheng chanted
: "The sun sets down the mountain path, and the people in the thatched cottage have not returned. The insects weep in the cold water, and the dogs bark in the hedgerows. The frost is still and the moon is brighter, and the smoke in the ruins is even fainter. I know how many days it will be in autumn, and the neighbors' pestles are few and far between - such a poem
In the late Tang Dynasty, how could he lose to Liu Changqing and Qian Qi?"
Zhang Yuan laughed and said: "I'm just giving an overview. If you want to refute me by citing one or two of Zhong Xing's best poems, that would be boring. It's better to play chess than to play chess."
The girl Wang Weiqiao smiled brightly and said: "Is Mr. Zhang, the little Sanyuan named Songjiang, such a narrow-minded person? He just grabbed my words and wouldn't let go!"
Zhang Yuan couldn't help but feel excited when he saw the girl smiling. For some reason, he felt that this girl looked a bit like Junior Sister Yingzi.!