The willow tree in the courtyard has grown new leaves, which are blowing in the wind. Erlang of the Yan family is sitting under the tree and studying calligraphy carefully.
A colorful ball rolled past on the corridor, and two maids chased the girl in a colorful dress, and laughter could be heard.
In the main room, Wei Yun and his maid came in with hot water. Yan Zhenqing had already fallen asleep sitting on the bench.
"Mangjun stayed up all night last night, please go to bed early later."
Yan Zhenqing opened her eyes, soaked her feet, raised her hand for Wei Yun to sit down, called her by her little name, and said with a smile: "No need to be busy, Ms. Xian, I am lucky enough to marry you."
The couple chatted casually and accidentally mentioned the murder that happened across the street not long ago.
"A young man who was not a weakling was actually killed by someone."
"A killer in pain? In fact, he only torn his sleeves. It was just a cover-up trick by that kid."
While they were talking, a colored ball jumped over the threshold, and Yan Yan trotted in after her. She didn't mess around, and after a long blessing, she squeezed in and sat down next to Wei Yun, joked a little, and listened to her parents' chat.
"How can you hide the case that happened near the Chang'an County Yamen from me?" Yan Zhenqing said: "The person was still fine, but the blood was spilled all over the floor. I have seen it myself, and it was chicken blood, not human blood."
Wei Yun was surprised and asked: "Why is that so?"
"It must be that he offended Ji Wen and it was just a self-protection plan." Yan Zhenqing sighed: "This cruel official has been running rampant for many years, and this time he fell into the hands of this little fox."
"If Lang Jun can see it, then what should Xue Bai do if others can also see it?"
"It's done so roughly, which shows that he is not afraid of being noticed by interested people. It just uses this to show that Mrs. Guo Guo will stand up for him and make people who want to harm him worry."
Wei Yun sighed and said, "At such a young age, there are still many people who want to harm him?"
Yan Zhenqing thought about the situation in the court in the past two years, smiled bitterly, and said: "By getting rid of Ji Wen, I just saved Li Beihai Gong."
This was the news revealed to him by Jia Jilin, the magistrate of Chang'an County, saying that after Jiwen was reinstated, he planned to continue the unfinished cases and attack Beihai Prefect Li Yong.
They were all famous calligraphers in the world, so Yan Zhenqing wrote a letter to remind Li Yong to take precautions.
"Grandpa."
Yan Yan sat there and listened, and everyone around her could understand what she was hearing. She was just a little confused and asked: "Why did Mrs. Guo Guo protect that cheeky little fox?"
"There must be some reasons." Yan Zhenqing ignored the topic lightly and said, "In the future, have less contact with that boy and don't accept any more gifts from him."
Wei Yun responded: "I was negligent and thought it was just a box of cakes."
Yan Yan had clearly reminded her before that the box of pastries was not cheap, but now she smiled and said, "But it's delicious."
Yan Zhenqing couldn't help but smile on his face, knowing that his daughter was smart and caring at a young age, but her body was weak, so while he was happy, he was inevitably worried.
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The next day, when he arrived at the county government office, Yan Zhenqing had handled several official duties. When he saw a copybook underneath the document, he remembered that he had forgotten to give it to Xue Bai that day.
That kid recently went to the Imperial College, and it must be a busy time...
"Qing Chen."
"The county magistrate is here."
Yan Zhenqing looked up and saw Jia Jilin, the magistrate of Chang'an County, walking into the public house wearing a red official robe.
Jia Jilin was the number one scholar in the 23rd year of Kaiyuan. He was caught as his son-in-law and married to the Tian family, the daughter of a wealthy Jingzhao. Later, he attached himself to Li Linfu and rose to the top. During his twelve years, he was appointed as the magistrate of Jingxian County. It was extremely smooth.
It's a pity that such a perfect life also has sorrow. He is over forty years old and has no children. He prayed to God and asked the Buddha that he had done many evil things in his life and needed to do good deeds.
For this reason, Jia Jilin has been doing good deeds secretly. For example, this time he secretly asked Yan Zhenqing to remind Li Yong.
"The Qing officials looked at me like this again, but I had nothing to do. Xiao Jingyin urged me again. The rent arrears of dozens of households in the south of the city..."
"If they surrender, they will be ruined."
Jia Jilin waved his hand and said no more.
He was now less interested in promotion. Now that he had come to urge him, he was too lazy to talk about such troublesome matters anymore and sat down to chat with Yan Zhenqing.
"By the way, I haven't congratulated the Qing minister for accepting a good disciple and giving him a famous poem that will be handed down from generation to generation."
"disciple?"
"Does the Qing minister still want to hide it from me? Recently, even a child from Chang'an can pronounce the sentence 'Li Li Yuan Shang Cao', which is catchy."
As the number one scholar, Jia Jilin admired this poem very much and couldn't help nodding his head to praise it. Only at the end did he mention a little thing, saying: "Only his handwriting is not very good. If I hadn't said it specifically, who would have thought that he was your disciple."
?”
Yan Zhenqing immediately crossed his hands and saluted, explaining: "The county magistrate misunderstood, he is not my disciple."
Jia Jilin was just chatting at first, but when he saw that he was suddenly so solemn, he was slightly stunned to react and waved his hands to comfort him.
"Are Qingchen worried about damaging your reputation? Don't worry, many people in the Imperial College have said that Xue Bai wrote such poems but was not good at calligraphy. It must be due to his talent and has nothing to do with Qingchen's teaching..."
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Imperial College, Imperial College.
"The grandson of the Five Temples, whose ancestral temple has not been destroyed, even if he is a commoner, he will be sued if he takes his wife, and she will go to her when she dies. He will not forget his relatives. His relatives have not been extinguished and he is listed among the common people. He is humble and incompetent. Pay homage to your ancestors."
, the way to make friends..."
Zheng Qian was holding a scroll and was talking about "Book of Rites: Prince Wen".
Du Wulang yawned loudly, tears escaping from the corners of his eyes. Suddenly, his ears twitched and he looked over. Yang Xuan, who was sitting in front, was playing with crickets with his head down.
Among the four academies of the Imperial College, most of those in the Imperial Academy are the children of senior officials of the third rank or above, while those in the Taixue Academy are the children of officials of the fifth rank or above. Although Yang Xuan's father, Yang Zhao, did not reach the fifth rank, his methods were extraordinary.
Xuan was sent in.
As for him and Xue Bai, it was naturally because of filial piety... Du Wulang was amused by himself when he thought of this.
After looking around, few people were listening attentively. Only Xue Bai was still sitting upright, following Zheng Qian's reading with great difficulty.
Du Wulang took a look over and saw that there were strange symbols in his book, so he asked in a low voice: "Have you finished your sentence yet?"
Xue Bai nodded.
"I have studied the Book of Rites at home, but I didn't expect that many people in the Imperial Academy are not as good as me. If this continues, how can students and disciples compare with the tributes from various states and counties... Oops."
Du Wulang was still muttering in a low voice, but he already received a thumbstick on the back of his head.
Zheng Qianbo walked past him with E Guan, still reciting, and the ruler in his hand was raised again, hitting Yang Xuan hard on the back of his hand.
The little cricket fell to the mat and disappeared after a while.
Yang Xuan was in so much pain that he didn't know which hand to use to touch the other. He wished he could shout, "Mom, he hit me!"
Zheng Qian had already gone around to the other side.
Du Wulang didn't dare to move anymore. He yawned several times while listening to the boring article, lowered his head lower and lower, and finally fell asleep.
"It is appropriate to preface it to the east, and the explanation is laid to the ancestors, so there are seats for the three elders and the five elders..."
I slept soundly and my saliva was dry when I woke up.
Turning around to look, the setting sun shone on Xue Bai's upright figure from the west window. He frowned and was still struggling with his studies. Yang Xuan also fell asleep, still snoring.
A bell rang and Zheng Qian closed the book.
Everyone stood up and bowed, and this boring day was finally over.
"There's still time before the evening drum. Let's ride horses to Fengweilou for dinner." Du Wulang pulled Xue Bai over, "If you let me eat the food from the Imperial College again, I really..."
Yang Xuan was still quarreling with others. When he heard this, he turned around and said, "Xue Bai, I heard from my mother-in-law that you are on good terms with my grandpa. From now on, you will follow me and call me 'Qu Shuai'."
, now you can take me to Fengwei Building with you."
Qu Shuai is the name given to the rogue leader, but Yang Xuan wanted to accept Xue Bai as his younger brother.
Xue Bai smiled and said: "I still have to ask the doctor for advice, why not do the same?"
Yang Xuan sneered at this kind of thing, walked away with a sneer, and left a priceless saying.
"Smart people are waiting for me to be the official, so who is still studying?"
"Oh, the disciples will really be inferior to the villagers." Du Wulang sighed, "Now that we have got rid of this fool, let's go."
"I really want to ask the doctor for advice."
"Actually, if you have any questions, you can ask me. I am quite good at studying classics."
Du Wulang was reluctant but still went to the public house with Xue Bai. From a distance, he saw a few old-fashioned businessmen and doctors, which made people very uncomfortable.
"I'm waiting for you."
"good."
After waiting for a long time, all the students nearby had gone to have their meals, and a group of literati walked out of the public room chatting and laughing happily.
Xue Bai was also among them and waved to Du Wulang.
"Let's go and drink with the gentlemen."
"What?"
"Du Zimei is here." Xue Bai said, "Go and pick him up."
"Du Fu?"
"good."
Du Wulang counted on his fingers and said: "Although he is a distant branch, in terms of seniority, he is one generation higher than my grandpa and two generations higher than me."
"Let's go."
"Why should we go?"
Xue Bai said matter-of-factly: "Make friends and pay homage to the poet. Besides, this spring is the time for us to observe and learn from him in preparation for the coming year."
"You don't consider that they are doctors, we are..."
Du Wulang was halfway through speaking and quickly followed Xue Bai.
Together with the gentlemen, they left the Imperial College through the small door and went directly into a restaurant across the street.
The backyard of this restaurant is the hotel, which is full of people who went to Beijing to take the exam, and it is very lively.
Zheng Qian was very proud. As soon as he entered the hall, the scholar immediately offered a table to them.
"Mrs. Zheng is here. Let's squeeze in and get a table."
"Haha." Zheng Qian laughed and said, "Today, no matter how old the master is, we are all friends!"
The boldness, freedom and informality of the people of the Tang Dynasty are most vividly displayed at this time.
Everyone was seated in the lobby. Du Wulang looked up at these high-ranking officials and celebrities who were about the same age as his grandfather, and felt very uncomfortable, as if his stockings were like nails.
Fortunately, Zheng Qian and Su Yuanming were not as dignified and rigid as they were in school. Instead, they were very forthright. Whenever friends came in, they would introduce them with a smile.
"Cishan is here, these two are my friends, Xue Bai who dares to mess around in front of the emperor, and Du Qi, the boy from the Du family."
"Everyone is polite, Yuan Jie, Zi Cishan, Henan Fuxiang Gong."
When they met each other, Yuan Jie was twenty-eight years old at the time. He was tall, handsome, with clear eyes. There was a confident and high-spirited air in his movements. He was obviously a man of both civil and military skills.
Su Yuanming admired this young man very much, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Today you are still a Gongsheng student, but after Chunwei, you will be the pillar of the country."
Zheng Qian commented: "With Cishan's talent, it is already too late to pass the exam today."
"Mr. Zheng was so complimentary."
"Where is Zimei? Didn't she come with you?"
"It's right behind." Yuan Jie said with a smile: "He thinks the wine in the restaurant is expensive, so he insists on selling it himself."
"Zheng Taixue, Su Siye, we haven't seen each other for many years!"
Suddenly a loud laugh was heard, and everyone turned to look. A middle-aged man in coarse cloth walked into the store, arriving before anyone else arrived.
"The last time I saw Su Siye was when we traveled to Yanzhou ten years ago. Let's try the turbid wine I sold on the street. If a person lives in this world and is willing to only drink fine wine, it will be too tasteless."
"As the sun rises in the east county, you can see the south tower at the beginning." Su Yuanming laughed and said, "Du Zimei, if you want to save money, you can speak up."
"..."
Xue Bai looked around and realized that the Du Fu in front of him was completely different from the image of him who was worried about his country and downtrodden.
This middle-aged man is about thirty-five years old. Although he is wearing commoner clothes, he has a strong and vigorous demeanor. The first impression he gives people is... crazy.
Two well-filled old wine bags were thrown on the table, which looked quite shabby compared with the exquisite porcelain of Kangjia Restaurant.
There were two large patches sewn on Du Fu's sleeves, but he must have been rich. He had a deer belt tied around his waist, and a small bag embroidered with gold thread hung on it. It could be seen that the material was very good, but it was very old.
The small bag was packed with stuff, and there seemed to be a writing brush stuffed inside.
Du Fu didn't care about all this. He was talking and laughing as he sat down among the brocade robes. He looked calm and even arrogant. He was proud of his talents and knowledge and did not think that anything external could cover up his own brilliance.
"Come, let me introduce you to a poetry prodigy and a member of your clan..."
After seeing the ceremony, Su Yuanming read some of Xue Bai's poems.
Du Fu immediately came to Shixing, stood up straight away, asked the shopkeeper for a paper and inkstone, and said: "I have just entered Chang'an and encountered such a wonderful poem. I also have a poem for Xue Xiaolang."
As soon as he finished speaking, the store delivered paper and inkstones. Du Fu took out a small, somewhat bald pen and pinched the hair on it.
The bald brush strokes are swaying, and the poem is completed in one breath. When the pen falls, the poem is completed.
"The blood of Wowa Khan is the son of Qilin in the sky."
"When a talented person is outstanding, he will be heard in his study."
"Dihua is sunny and rainy, so early spring is a good time."
"My friends are having a day of drinking and having a good time. I only know about it now."
Everyone looked at it, and Du Wulang couldn't help but praise, "What a poem!"
Zheng Qian said: "Compared with the poems written by Zimeibian, they can only be regarded as average."
Xue Bai has also been studying poetry recently, and he can feel the talent of writing poetry without thinking even more. He thanked him solemnly and said: "I have little talent and little knowledge, and I can't compare with Du Gong's poems. I can only think of a fragment of the poem, 'Li Du's poems are thousands of poems.'"
"It was passed down orally, and all the public laughed at it."
Du Wulang felt embarrassed for Xue Bai when he heard this, and thought that this was too inexperienced.
Others didn't care about the remaining sentences or the whole poem. Du Fu waved his hands seriously and said: "I can't compare with Brother Taibai."
"What a Du Zimei, you have always been so arrogant, why are you so humble today?"
"If you are a poet, you are not afraid to compare with others, but you are unique!" Du Fu threw away his bald pen, rolled up his sleeves and sat down again, smiling: "Do you know? I met Taibai in Luoyang three years ago. At that time, Dafu
Brother is here too."
"I have heard the poems you exchanged, but I don't know the details yet. Tell me quickly."
"..."
The banquet was not as boring as Du Wulang originally thought. On the contrary, Du Fu talked about various experiences vividly. He first talked about Tianbao's three years of traveling with Li Bai to Luoyang, and then talked about Tianbao's four years of traveling to Qilu with Li Bai.
When talking about exchanging poems before parting, Du Fu became even more interested. He recited the poems Li Bai sent to each other, and his expression was somewhat similar to Guo Qianli.
"Autumn waves fall on the Si River, and the sea is bright and clear. The flying pods are far away from each other, and the cups in their hands are empty."
"good!"
Everyone immediately raised their glasses and drank.
Du Wulang choked and turned around to look. Xue Bai's movements were cool and his expression was upright, like a high-roller in a wine shop. In fact, the cup in his hand was still full.
"Gentlemen, we have all fallen into Zimei's scheme." Yuan Jielang said with a smile: "He was talking about Li Taibai, but he unknowingly persuaded him to drink a glass of wine."
The atmosphere immediately became warm.
Du Fu also liked the song "Farewell on the Ancient Grassland". He seemed to notice that Xue Bai had not finished drinking the wine, so he directly offered him another glass and said with sincerity: "In addition to Li Taibai, there is Xue Bai. The poetry world of the Tang Dynasty is so prosperous.
Oh!"
Yuan Jie smiled and said: "The disciples of Chang'an are also Crouching Tigers, Hidden Dragons. Fortunately, Xue Xiaolang has not taken the exam now."
Du Fu raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp, showing his arrogance and drunkenness: "This department is like Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and the situation should be between you and me."
The tribute candidates from the surrounding villages came to look at it one after another.
Xue Bai had been looking at Du Fu, first surprised by his madness, but then suddenly understood.
Yes, it was this kind of Du Fu who could utter such arrogance.
"When I was young, I visited state guests early in my life. I read tens of thousands of books, and my writings were as if they were inspired. I wrote about heroes and enemies, and wrote poems about my sons and their wives. Li Yong wanted to know people, and Wang Han wanted to predict his neighbors."
Even Li Yong, the world-famous governor of Beihai, heard about Du Fu's visit to Qilu and rushed to hold a banquet in his honor.
With such talent, what does it mean to aspire to become a leader?
"Zimei is drunk." Su Yuanming waved his hands to the people sitting around and smiled, "Don't worry about it, gentlemen."
"Hahaha, with Du Zimei's talent and his stature, who wouldn't be convinced?!"
Someone shouted something like this, and everyone in the hall laughed and raised their glasses. As expected, no one dared to be unconvinced.
The warm atmosphere became even higher.
Du Fu didn't know when he picked up the bald pen and wrote another poem.
…
Du Wulang drank a few glasses of wine and even forgot his identity as a student of the Imperial College. It was a pity that Du Fu only gave Xue Bai poems and ignored him, a descendant of the Du family.
Looking at it with drunken eyes, I saw that the poem on the wall was an old poem.
"You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will have a panoramic view of all the small mountains."
Sorry that the second chapter is late again today. Du Fu is difficult to write. I changed it several times and finally chose this style...
