Chapter 279 Ask you when you will be here, don't linger when you come (Part 2)
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying. ""
I don’t know who chose the day, but the day of the mission happened to coincide with the Qingming Festival...
Under Chen Ke's crotch is a horse-drawn horse given by the government. He is surrounded by a large group of people who came to see him off. Behind him are the guards of the Imperial City who escorted him on his mission. He did not hold an umbrella, nor did he wear the red uniform that was upgraded due to his mission.
Official robe and silver fish bag, still wearing the green official robe.
It's not that he is modest, it's just that after hearing that Mrs. Cheng is critically ill, it would be very inappropriate to wear red official robes.
Because of this news, he became a little more concerned and depressed, and was not as enthusiastic as he was in the main hall that day.
Because of his low tone, the farewell team was less high-spirited and more solemn.
The team came out of Nanxun Gate and walked three miles before they saw a long pavilion in the distance, which was the Spring Street Pavilion when officials left the capital. There were soldiers guarding the pavilion, and no casual people were allowed to approach. But today everyone looked at it from a distance,
Then I saw countless oil-walled incense carts parked on the side of the road, and countless ordinary people watching, blocking the wide official road.
"Brother Zhong Fang is indeed the leader of the Fengyue Squadron. When he left Beijing as an envoy, he was escorted by all the famous prostitutes in the city." Someone said with envy: "It's really admirable!"
"Impossible, I left Beijing this time without telling anyone." Chen Ke said: "They definitely didn't come for me."
"Who is that for?" Everyone asked in puzzlement: "Who else is so charming? Can he compare to us, the number one scholar?"
"There is indeed one, but there is no need to rush to him, because he is from the ancients." A Jinshi from Bianjing said with a smile: "Today is the day when all the world's affairs are recorded, and the wind and graves are buried."
Everyone woke up from a dream and said: "On Qingming Festival, people worship Liu Qi outside Nanxun Gate. It turns out it is true!"
They looked over one after another and saw that beside the official road and on the green field, the colorful and colorful people in the past were all dressed in green clothes and wrapped their heads in black cloth. Each person held a stick of incense in his hand and looked solemn.
They stand next to a large tomb and a small tomb.
These female recorders, who had always looked smoky and flirtatious, and showed off their smiles, now all had expressions of sorrow on their faces, as if they were mourning their heirs.
However, the onlookers could not understand this feeling. Instead, they excitedly pointed and identified those courtesans who were usually out of reach... Nine of the top ten courtesans came, and none of them were about to participate in the flower appraisal list. The rest
They are all famous prostitutes.
But they ignored those frivolous voices and respectfully lit up the incense. Then in front of the grave where the inscription read, "The tomb of Liu Sanbian who wrote the lyrics by order", they sang a cappella Liu Qi's lyrics during his lifetime:
"The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night. The showers are beginning to subside.
There is no thought of drinking in the capital tent, and the place of nostalgia is stimulated by the orchid boat.
Doubted see tears in their eyes, even Yuning choke.
The thought goes thousands of miles away, and the sky is wide with the mist at dusk.
Since ancient times, sentimentality has hurt parting. What’s more, it’s embarrassing to be left out in the Qingqiu Festival.
Where can I wake up from my drunkenness tonight? On the bank of willows, with the dawn wind and the waning moon.
This past year should have been a good time, and the good scenery was only in vain.
Even if there are thousands of customs, who should I tell them to?"
With tears in their eyes, they sang and danced with sadness. The tragic song "Rain Lin Bell" was performed so vividly that all the listeners felt sad and wet their clothes with tears...
The powerful appeal actually made the idle scoundrels who didn't understand the style quiet down. They didn't know why these women who took all the glory and looked like gods were crying so sadly, but they couldn't help but follow her.
tears.
The sentimental new scholars had red eyes, feeling the deep sadness, but many of them shook their heads and sighed: "I wish I could be Liu Qi, and cry on the graves of beautiful women all over the world! Even if I live my whole life in the world, it's worth it. !”
Hearing these envious words, Chen Ke sighed secretly. He finally understood why Liu Yong's image in the hearts of prostitutes became more and more sacred many years after his death. That's because men in the world always objectify women, especially women. For prostitutes, they regard them as playthings for fun and treasures to show off their wealth, but they do not treat them as human beings!
Isn't it true that I was not like this in the past? If I hadn't materialized Du Qingshuang, how could I be so anxious?
Liu Yong is not like this, he treats them as friends and human beings...
But Liu Yong's fate was extremely miserable. He was originally a child of an aristocratic family. He was born with unparalleled beauty, unparalleled talent, and a delicate and gentle heart. Everyone knows his tragedy. "He soared to the sky," so he was put into another book by the officials of the Song Dynasty, who were famous for their kindness, and ordered him to "just drink a cup of wine and sing in a low voice. What do you want from this false reputation?"
From then on, the Song Dynasty lost one highly educated official, but gained Liu Sanbian, who wrote lyrics according to orders. From then on, he wandered around the streets all day long, looking for spiritual sustenance among the flowers and willows. And the famous prostitutes in the capital also Gave him everything I could give him.
Liu Yong was not making a living, and his family was cut off from his financial resources. The famous prostitutes in the capital scrambled to support him. The famous prostitutes spent all their money and only asked Liu Qiguan to sleep with him and get a poem. At that time, In the city of Bianjing, prostitutes have this sentiment:
"I don't want to wear silk, but I want to be called by Liu Qi; I don't want to be called by the king, but I want to be called by Liu Qi."
I don’t want a thousand pieces of gold, but I want to win Liu Qixin’s heart; I don’t want to see gods, but I want to know Liu Qixian…’
Liu Qi was like this, wallowing in the red circle all his life. After his death, all the prostitute families joined forces to make the funeral a glorious one. On the day of the funeral, every prostitute in Bianjing was not present, and the cries were loud. From then on. Every year, Qingming Festival becomes the day for them to visit Liu Qi’s grave.
In fact, they were not so much paying homage to Liu Qi during the Qingming Festival as they were taking the opportunity to cry loudly in front of the grave of a fellow sufferer... No matter how beautiful they were on the outside, they could not cover up their inner inferiority, nor could they replace their fear for the future.
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After the song was sung and the soldiers came to their senses, they stepped forward to drive away the people blocking the way.
As soon as the crowd dispersed, Chen Ke, who was sitting upright on the back of a tall horse, was very brightly exposed in front of the famous prostitutes.
They were stunned for a moment, then they understood and came over to say hello.
Chen Ke nodded on his horse in return.
This respect made all the oirans feel warm and tender, and they all said reluctantly: "Seeing that the flower appraisal meeting is about to begin, the number one scholar is leaving Beijing."
"I have to do this because of official duties." Chen Ke smiled and said: "Besides, I'm at my wits end, so I'd better run away to avoid making a fool of myself." Almost everyone present asked for a poem from him, and Chen Ke In Ke's memory, almost half of the words written by Lao Xin, Xiao Li and Lao Jiang were scratched off. The remaining half was mostly filled with hatred for the country and the nation, and was out of date.
So he was telling the truth, and if he didn't close the letter, the truth would really be revealed.
However, to the ears of the leaders, this was his usual sense of humor. He had just gotten rid of his sadness, but fell into a feeling of farewell, so none of them could laugh. They all took out their accessories, sachets, and sweat towels, As a gift to Chen Ke, I wished him immediate success and an early return to Beijing. They all said to each other: "I am in plain clothes today, so I cannot be too polite. In the future, I will sweep the bed and lay pillows, and wait for the triumph of the young master." It really makes others envious.
"The number one scholar, this romantic leader, is really genuine." In the long pavilion, seeing this scene from a distance, Wang Gui and other officials from the Ministry of Etiquette all said with envy on their faces: "If you are not romantic, you are wasting your youth!"
The thinking of people in the Song Dynasty is very strange. If you are not a Jinshi and you are a prostitute, you are not doing your job properly, but if you are a Jinshi and you are romantic, you are capable. Don't look at the seriousness of the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty now. In fact, when they were young, they were just walking around and sleeping in flowers and willows.
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After the prostitutes said goodbye, the onlookers also left. Outside the pavilion and along the ancient road, it suddenly became quieter.
Chen Ke looked at the same year who came to see him off, and saw Wu Lang's depressed face. He really wanted to go with him, but the wedding date had already been set by the Yue family, so Chen Ke ordered him to stay and get married. He also threatened him by saying that after passing this village
If you don't have this shop, you may be a bachelor for the rest of your life.
The threat worked. Wulang was really worried, but he still insisted on protecting him even if he was a bachelor. Chen Ke was a little moved, but of course he couldn't harm his younger brother, so he told him that Monk Xuanyu would join, and Wulang was relieved.
Silang followed Chen Ke. His calm mind and astute judgment actually overlapped somewhat with Lu Huiqing, but their uses were different.
After the new scholars pass the imperial examination, the court will give them a year's leave, allowing them to go home to deal with personal matters, or to play around and relax, and then return to the capital to report after one year. So Shiro does not need to report to the court, he only needs to follow Chen Ke
They walked home and joined them halfway.
After saying goodbye to his classmates, the farewell ceremony of the Ministry of Rites began. When the slightly lengthy ceremony ended, Chen Ke saw the young prince Zhao Zongji appearing under the pavilion. He held a large food box in one hand and said: "Two days for seven days."
, Eat from top to bottom. The ones on the upper layer are perishable, and the ones on the lower layer are more durable." He said in a low voice: "Xian'er has been busy all night from last night to this morning.
Don’t let it go to waste, let alone feed it to others.”
Chen Ke nodded and put the two food boxes in the car with his own hands. It was time to set off. He cupped his fists toward Zhao Zongji and said, "Take care." He cupped his fists toward everyone else and said, "Take care!" After that, he took it from the guard's hand.
He took the reins and turned over to mount the horse.
Under the gaze of everyone, he followed the team farther and farther until no one could see anyone else. Chen Ke was feeling a little lost when he suddenly heard the sound of a piano and a heavenly singing voice coming from the green hills beside the road:
"... There is no trace of drinking in the tent, nostalgic place, orchid boat urges the hair. Holding hands and looking at the tears, I am speechless and choked... Passionate since ancient times, it hurts to leave. What's more embarrassing, being left out in the Qingqiu Festival. After so many years, it should be a good time.
The beautiful scene is just in vain. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can talk about it?"
The same song, the one sung by the courtesans in the front is dedicated to Liu Sanbian, but the one in the back is dedicated to Chen Ke.