Seeing that the county magistrate was about to step forward, the Gaoli chief quickly stepped forward to lead the way, pushed open the remaining half of the door, looked inside, and said, "Hey, someone is spending the night here."
In the temple, the traces of the fire were still fresh, and the ashes of the incense had not dispersed with the wind. This immediately alerted the two men holding swords: "Please wait a moment, sir!"
With that said, he rushed in and searched the temple carefully.
When the county magistrate saw it, he didn't take it seriously. He stepped in, took the incense in Qing'er's hand, offered blessings, and put it on the incense burner.
Suddenly I heard a guard making a surprised sound.
"What's the matter?" The county magistrate frowned and spoke.
"Sir, there is a memorial text here... Come and take a look."
"oh?"
The county magistrate knew that these people were not fussy people, so he walked over and saw a poem on the wall. At a glance, the wall was full of golden prose.
"It's also a good memorial calligraphy. I don't know which student stayed here overnight, had a teenage madness, and took up a pen to commemorate it... Hey, this calligraphy is quite innovative."
The county magistrate was startled for a moment, and looked at the memorial text: "After learning from the past, I was deeply moved. I would like to tell you this: the general was born in the former dynasty, and came out of the grass and fields. Sometimes the emperor lost control of the world, and chaos broke out everywhere. Then the general went south.
We have been on the battlefield for fourteen years during the expedition to the north, and have repeatedly put down riots. However, the fortunes of the world have their extremes, and everyone has their own virtues. Therefore, this defeat is not a crime of war. Today's gods are not ignorant, and their lessons will be remembered to this day.
!”
The county magistrate first smiled and felt something in his heart. The memorial text was well written. Then he looked again and saw a hint of greenness. He was immediately horrified and looked up.
"Song of the Battlefield of the Ancient Wei Dynasty"
“The ancients will never be seen before, and the newcomers will never be seen after.
"Thinking about the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness!"
These short twenty-two words have a magical power that attracts the county magistrate's attention. He reads it repeatedly, and again and again, with a sad expression, which makes the maid Qing'er behind him surprised.
Because of her good taste, she also understands poetry and is good at taste. However, she has no fame, but she cannot practice Taoism and has no literary talent. Therefore, she is a little surprised: "Sir, although this poem is good, it is not like this, right?"
"Qing'er, you don't practice Taoism, and you're a woman, so it's hard for you to understand it... This is just a sacrificial poem, but this poem is gold and blue, which cannot be regarded by common sense. We really need to make a detailed distinction. This can be called a Taoist poem, not a different one."
Ordinary!"
Qing'er was surprised when she heard this. This was an extraordinary comment.
When the county magistrate said this, he noticed the inscription at the bottom of the poem. His heart moved and he couldn't help sighing with emotion: "Ye Qing must be a descendant of the Ye family in this county. He has not been given an official title, so he must be in white... But this memorial poem is
He also has an outstanding demeanor, this Ye Clan's blessing is really enviable!"
After hearing this, everyone immediately echoed and saw the county magistrate ordering: "Go and find out who Ye Qing is. I am the county master and I cannot ignore the talents in the county!"
"Yes." Someone agreed. After hearing this, the village elders below were all secretly envious and slightly jealous.
According to the system of this dynasty, the county magistrate is in charge of the entire county, while the county magistrate is in charge of the literary and Taoist books, and presides over the boy examination. I am afraid that this Ye Qing, a boy student, will not be able to escape.
After the county magistrate inspected the north of the county, it was natural for him to visit the local prominent families in order to deepen contact and cooperation, and the Ye family was naturally among them.
outside the building
The laughter of the patriarch Ye Mengqiu could be vaguely heard downstairs, showing a rare joy. As he got closer, the sound became clearer and clearer.
During the conversation, the county magistrate's surname was Lu and his given name was Ming. He was born in a high family in Luzhou. He had several connections and was able to be related to the Ye family. Therefore, the county magistrate even called him uncle, which meant that the two parties had a relationship.
A certain basis for cooperation, if we can find some common interests...
Ye Mengqiu was dressed in a white linen Taoist robe. His thoughts were racing, and he was pouring tea in his hands without any slowness: "It would be great if you came earlier, sir. I can introduce my third son to you. He is a few years younger than you. He has been in the family for the past two years."
The mountain goods business has reached Luzhou, but I am worried that I am not familiar with the place and have no help."
The county magistrate was dressed in blue casual clothes at the moment, stroking his beard and smiling: "This is easy to hear. When I go back to repair a letter, the merchants in Luzhou will give me some face, and this mountain product, according to my journey, is close to Beimang
Mountains, mountain products are precious, but they are also difficult to obtain, and it is rare to achieve this step."
Ye Mengqiu personally offered a cup: "My dear nephew is really dedicated to serving the people. I would like to offer tea to the villagers instead of wine."
The county magistrate hurriedly took it with both hands: "Serving as an official will bring benefits to one party, but I don't dare to be a gift from Lord Ye... In fact, I have long wanted to travel throughout the county, but I am just here for the first time. I can't steal the limelight of the old Ming Dynasty, so I have to rest in the county for half a year.
Ashamed, really ashamed!”
"Mingfu" refers to the county magistrate, the chief official who suppresses the county magistrate, and is also called "Bailihou" in the officialdom.
When Ye Mengqiu heard this, he knew for sure that this was the county magistrate seeking a local alliance, but he was not in a hurry to express his position. Instead, he talked about some local interesting anecdotes. This was not just reserved. After all, it was related to the rise and fall of a family. Even if he had the intention, he could not
Agreeing immediately will appear impatient and be looked down upon.
The county magistrate was very familiar with this, so he didn't bother with it and just chatted with him.
The breeze blew slowly, and the small table became harmonious for a while. After drinking two cups of tea and serving wine, Ye Mengqiu summoned three girls to accompany him.
The three girls are all in their sixteenth or seventeenth year, without heavy make-up, their dresses are draped with veils, and they stand tall and graceful. They all have green hair on their temples, bright eyes and bright teeth. The girl on the left accompanying the county magistrate is especially gentle and beautiful, and is attracted by the old man.
She plays "Xiao He" and her laughter harmonizes the scene. Her magnanimity and insight are unlike those of a maid.
The county magistrate did not pay much attention. The person who appeared in this scene was not the direct daughter of the family, but maybe the daughter of the family with the given surname (referring to the daughter of a slave), but who knows if it was the daughter of a distant relative of the Ye family?
The county magistrate is a late bloomer. He is past the age of looking for flowers and people, and he values actual benefits more than getting into trouble.
After three rounds of drinking, the county magistrate smiled and drank a glass of wine and changed the subject: "Speaking of which, I encountered an interesting incident in the mountains two days ago. It may be related to your disciples. I need to ask my uncle."
As expected, these words aroused the interest of the people at the table. Ye Mengqiu even smiled and stroked his white beard: "Oh, I would like to give you a detailed account."
The county magistrate briefly recounted the experience of that night and recited the poem solemnly.
No one here is a mean person. They know how to appreciate poetry and prose, and they are also affected by preconceived expectations. As soon as they heard this song, they were amazed by "Song of the Battlefield of the Ancient Wei Dynasty".
"The ancients have never been seen before, and the newcomers have never been seen after... Although the text is simple, the meaning is meaningful. Who in my family has this style?" Ye Mengqiu pondered again, remembering the preface, and looked puzzled.
This poem has long been famous in the clan, and he has been treated and cared for personally. How could he not hear about it?
The three girls listened to it with beautiful eyes. This kind of story that only exists in lyrics and songs will always arouse the girls' minds when it appears in life.
Xiao He couldn't resist the sister's hinting gaze, so because of her higher status, she asked on her behalf: "Sir, do you know who it is?"
"The signature is Ye Qing, I wonder if your family has one..."
"Ah, it's him..." Xiao He was startled and hurriedly covered his mouth, blushing for being rude and secretly blaming himself for being rude in front of the distinguished guests.
The county magistrate, however, didn't care about such small details and cheered up: "Is this Ye Qing really a son of your family? Forgive me for being ignorant. I wonder if I can meet that talented man?"
When Ye Mengqiu heard about Ye Qing, he was shocked and immediately started to think about it. However, he was a very thoughtful person. While thinking about it in his heart, he said slowly: "He is my son. He is only fifteen years old and is about to take the exam."
The boy is trying, since he is summoned by an adult, how could he not see it... Xiaohe, go and bring Ye Qing up."
"Yes!" Xiao He bowed, turned slightly, and turned around. She had a fan-shaped headdress in her bun, and her charming figure was revealed when she went down the stairs. She looked particularly charming!
The county magistrate was stunned for a moment, but when he came back to his senses, he saw Ye Mengqiu smiling: "This is my adopted daughter, she is only twenty-eight years old. If you think..."
"Cough!" The county magistrate was startled, came to his senses, coughed, and there was nothing strange about his fair cheeks anymore. He raised a glass to invite us: "When we meet, please don't reveal my identity... I'm about to take the test, boy."
It is not good for officials to meet privately. The more talented you are, the more protection you need."
Seeing this, Ye Mengqiu stopped mentioning Xiao He and said respectfully: "I would like to thank you for taking care of me on behalf of Ye Qing."
The school building was not far away, but within two quarters of an hour, Ye Qing was taken upstairs to the outer building.
On the last floor, where there was no one around, Xiao He turned around and said kindly: "The person who wants to see you is a distinguished guest. Please pay attention to what he says later."
"Thank you for the tip." Ye Qing handed over his hand and walked forward. When he arrived inside, he bowed to Ye Mengqiu and the middle-aged man: "Qing has met the clan leader and this gentleman."
The young man's manners were polite and elegant, which made the county magistrate's eyes light up. He glanced at Ye Mengqiu and said with a smile: "Please sit down. We will only talk about poetry at this table, regardless of status. The day before yesterday, I saw this poem "Ascension"
"Battle Song of the Ancient Wei Dynasty", I have been recalling it for a long time, and I can't help myself. Please help me clarify my doubts..."
"Dare you disobey your order?" Ye Qing responded, looked at Ye Mengqiu, saw him nodding, and then sat down.
Xiao He did not reveal who the middle-aged man was out of compliance, but Ye Qing had seen him in his previous life and knew he was the county magistrate. When the county magistrate asked him, Ye Qing answered them one by one without any confusion.
The county magistrate asked and looked at her carefully. When he saw his face, he had a mean look. He felt unhappy at first, and his mood dropped by seven points.
But after the question and answer, the county magistrate was satisfied, and his appreciation increased a bit. He felt that no matter how he looked, he had talent, so he said: "You are so talented, I will give you a child with ears this fall!"
Ye Qing smiled bitterly, but did not answer. This made the observing county magistrate startled: "Why, do you have any questions?"
The elder asked, and Ye Qing said: "The night before, I dreamed of being summoned by a golden-armored god, so I walked thirty miles at night to the mountains and stayed at the temple to inscribe on the wall. This trip was actually Meng Lang, so I was punished by my family and banned from walking for three months.
Qing feels that he deserves this punishment, how dare he disobey his orders?"
Hearing this, the county magistrate glanced at Ye Mengqiu. Seeing the red face, he laughed and said, "Why is this so harsh? I'll tell your clan leader, you just go and try."
Ye Qing was overjoyed and thanked him. He thanked Ye Mengqiu again and went down.
Staring at Ye Qing's back, Ye Mengqiu looked thoughtfully, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into the distance, and took a deep breath for a moment.
Lu Ming inadvertently said with a smile while holding his wine: "Your Ye family has produced another talent... This man has Taoist spirit and is a member of my generation. In comparison, he is a little scheming, and
It’s nothing, it’s just human nature, does your uncle think it’s anything?”
"Haha, that's right, that's right..." Ye Mengqiu smiled after hearing this, said nothing more, and just raised his glass.