At midnight, Chu Jian, the prime minister of Wu County, saw his son Chu Wenbin coming back smelling of wine. Naturally, he thought that Lu Qian had gone to the appointment, the misunderstanding was eliminated, and the guests and hosts had a good time. To show that he was free and easy, he waved away without even asking Chu Wenbin.
The son washes up and goes to bed.
Chu Wenbin was full of bitterness and wanted to tell his father, but he couldn't do it. He was so drunk that he washed his head and fell asleep. When he woke up the next morning, the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.
The look in his eyes made him frightened, so he first consulted with his brother Chu Wenqian. After hearing this, Chu Wenqian was stunned and quickly asked him to see his uncle Chu Jian.
Chu Jian was about to go to the county government to sit on the board of directors. When he heard his son's stammering words, he almost lost his breath and vomited blood on the spot. He gave the scoundrel a hard blow on the head with the jade handle in his hand and said: "I'll shut myself up and think about my mistakes.
You are not allowed to go out even half a step."
Chu Jian stabilized his mind and went to the county government office to handle official business as usual, but he was extremely upset. When the prefect Lu Na saw him, he seemed much colder than before, which made Chu Jian even more uneasy.
At the end of the year, when the officials retired and returned to their mansions, Chu Jian forced himself to calm down and followed Lu Na and said: "Your Majesty, the dog is in Xu's school——"
Lu Na waved his hands and said, "Why bother mentioning that matter again? We in the same county and fellow villagers should live in harmony." He cupped his hands, got on the bullock cart and left.
Chu Jian became even more uneasy. He returned to his mansion and thought about it. He realized that his son Chu Wenbin could no longer reconcile with Lu Qin. He had to come forward to solemnly explain and apologize to Lu Na.
Chu Jian specially sent people to spend a lot of money to collect a pot of cold orchids and a pot of black orchids, both of which are rare and famous species, as well as a volume of Sima Xiangru's "Shanglin Fu" and "Shanglin Fu" written by Wang Xianzhi's son Wang Xianzhi.
It was to please Lu Na, and two pots of expensive orchids were given to Lu Weirui. Lu Na doted on his daughter, so giving Lu Weirui orchids would make it easier to please Lu Na.
At noon on the fifth day of the eleventh month, Chu Jian arrived at the prefect's mansion in an ox cart. He waited in the foyer for a long time before seeing Lu Na come out. He quickly stood up and bowed deeply: "Your Majesty, Chu Jian is here to accuse me."
Lu Naqi said: "Brother Guangde, why did you say this?"
Chu Jian endured the humiliation in shame, told the story of the rift between his son Chu Wenbin and Chen Caozhi, and the matter involving Lu Qian, and plead guilty on his son's behalf.
Lu Na was surprised and said: "It's just a dispute between the younger generation. Why is Brother Guangde like this!"
Chu Jian repeatedly confessed and ordered his followers to present two pots of orchids and a volume of calligraphy. Lu Na heard that it was Wang Xianzhi's calligraphy and hurriedly started to read it. He said happily: "Very good, I like this calligraphy. I will send it to Chen Cao later."
Let’s take a look.” Then he said to Chu Jian: “Brother Guangde is too worried, Lu Qian, I will teach him a lesson——”
Chu Jian hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, please don't blame the land bird. It's all the dog's fault."
Lu Na said: "Okay, don't mention those things. Brother Guangde came just in time. Chen Caozhi is playing the flute in Xiyuan. You come with me to see him. You are a senior from the same hometown. You should support him more in the future."
Chu Jian only agreed, feeling ashamed and angry, and followed Lu Na to the Xiyuan Garden, taking the two pots of orchids with him.
The stone boat in Baihua Pavilion in Xiyuan is facing the small pond. Chen Caozhi is kneeling on the red felt at the head of the boat and playing the recorder. Lu Changsheng, Lu Weirui, brother and sister, and several officials from the prefecture are sitting on the stone boat.
Listen quietly to the recorder on both sides.
Lu Na stopped at the end of the boat and waited for Chen Caozhi to finish playing a song before walking into the boat. He praised: "What a wonderful sound. No wonder Heng Yi wants to give the flute as a gift. Brother Guangde, I will show you Wei Xie's painting later."
Picture of a gift of a flute - Cao Zhi came to meet your fellow countryman Chu Chenglang."
Chen Caozhi stood up and bowed: "I have met Senior Chu."
Chu Jian returned the favor and barely praised him a few times. He had no enthusiasm for that day at Zhenqing Taoist Academy, and he was extremely depressed. Lu Na had completely reduced him to the same status as Chen Caozhi from a humble family, but now he can only
endure.
Lu Weirui was greatly surprised when she saw Han Lan and Mo Lan. She sincerely thanked Chu Shilang and called Chen Caozhi: "Chen Langjun, come and see, what kind of Han Lan is this pot of Han Lan?"
Chen Caozhi's understanding of flower varieties was actually not as good as Lu Weirui's. He looked carefully and shook his head and said he didn't know, he only knew it was Hanlan.
Lu Weirui was proud and said: "There are four kinds of cold orchid, green cold orchid, purple cold orchid, red cold orchid and green and purple cold orchid. Among them, the green cold orchid is the most precious, and this green cold orchid is especially rare, named 'Guang'
"Xiangsuxin', the leaves are elegant and the fragrance is long-" He pointed at Mo Lan and asked Chen Caozhi.
Chen Cao said: "I know this one, it's called Phnom Penh Mo Lan."
Lu Weirui smiled and said: "Yes, it's the Phnom Penh Ink Orchid. These two pots of orchids are really fragrant. Patchouli is always afraid of the cold. In this cold weather, it should be kept indoors."
Lu Na smiled and looked at his beloved daughter's happy look. After she and the short hoe moved the orchids one by one, Fang said: "Cao Zhi, come and take a look. This is the calligraphy of Wang Xianzhi, the seventh son of Wang Xizhi. Wang Xianzhi is also ten years old this year.
Five years old and the same age as you, how do you think his calligraphy compares to yours?"
Chen Caozhi took the hemp paper of "Shanglin Fu" and unfolded it to take a closer look. This is Wang Xianzhi's regular script calligraphy. Although it is not as elegant, free and smooth, smooth and smooth as the thirteen lines of "Luo Shen Fu" in regular script passed down to later generations by Wang Xianzhi, it is precise.
Yuanqiao, with his elegant and graceful body, is worthy of being ranked among the great calligraphers. He said: "I am ashamed to be of the same age, but I am far inferior to what I have done."
Lu Na said with a smile: "Don't be discouraged. Wang Xianzhi is a calligraphy genius. He is guided by his father who is the best in calligraphy. He practices extremely hard. It is said that when Wang Xianzhi was twelve years old, he asked his father Wang Xizhi for the secret of calligraphy, and Wang Xizhi learned it.
He followed him to the backyard, pointed to the eighteen large vats in the backyard, and said that all the secrets of calligraphy are in these eighteen vats. If you use these eighteen vats of water to grind ink, when the water runs out, you will naturally understand the secret of calligraphy - among other things.
With such diligence, the younger generation in Jiangzuo regards him as the number one. However, I also have high hopes for you. If you copy the name stickers of various families and work hard to understand, you may not be able to be as short and long as Wang Xianzhi in three years.
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Chen Caozhi was neither humble nor arrogant and said: "Thank you very much for your appreciation. Cao Cao dares to do it without working hard. Although I can't reach it, I yearn for it."
Chu Jian reluctantly sat down for a while, then said goodbye and went back home, scolding Chu Wenbin, saying that having a son was unfilial, causing him, a father, to humble himself and ask for help, which was really an insult to the family reputation.
Chu Wenbin knelt on the ground, listening to his father's long sighs and not daring to make a sound.
Chu Wenqian on the side whispered: "Uncle, calm down, this is all my nephew's fault. My nephew should not compete with Chen Cao in calligraphy——"
"Don't talk about this now!" Chu Jian interrupted his nephew Chu Wenqian and sneered: "Didn't you hear that Lu Na praised Chen Caozhi to the sky, saying that Chen Caozhi could compete with Wang Yishao's son Wang Xianzhi
In comparison, Wang Xianzhi was the first among the younger generation of gentry from the north. Lu Na compared Chen Caozhi with him, which meant that Chen Caozhi was the leader of the younger generation of Wu people and compared me with the gentry descendants from Jiangdong.
Where to put it? What a joke!"
Chu Wenqian asked: "Uncle, what should we do in the future?"
Chu Jian said slowly: "Please be patient for now, let Chen Caozhi be proud for a moment, and then look for an opportunity to give him a fatal blow. I don't believe that I, Mr. Chu, can't fight against a young and humble bitch - Wen Bin, you don't have to go to Xu's School."
If you go again, don't bother with that Ye Zhu anymore, these little tricks are of no use, you have to use them ruthlessly."
Chu Wenbin asked: "Dad, do you want to find someone to kill Chen Caozhi?"
Chu Jian laughed angrily: "Idiots and idiots, drawing swords at the slightest disagreement is what the refugees in Beiqian do. How could I, a noble family of the Chu family, be so barbaric? Besides, what's the point of killing Chen Caozhi? I
I just want to suppress him and make sure that the Chen family from a humble family will never be able to rise to prominence. This is the only way to be happy!"
