Besides, in any case, it is unthinkable that the city of Suzhou at this moment is boiling because of the birth of a poem, and the south of the Yangtze River is the blessed land of poetry, and people here are inseparable from poetry from childhood to old age. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This night of Suzhou has become a city that never sleeps, this night, countless people have no sleep, because of a poem that broke through the sky and blood is full of blood, this night is also destined to leave a chapter in the local chronicles.

At first, just a few families opened their doors and walked out into the street, and scattered lanterns appeared on the street, and then there were more and more lanterns, and soon they became one, and everyone looked at each other, and for a while they were still a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong today, Jin Wu can't help it, hasn't the Shangyuan Festival already passed, why is it coming again?" asked an old man looking at the pedestrians on the street.

"Sir, you remember correctly, it's the twenty-third day of the first month. ”

"Then how can Jin Wu not help it? Could it be that the emperor is going to have a universal amnesty again?"

Every time the imperial court first granted an amnesty, it would also make everyone happy all day.

"No, I heard that it is for the convenience of everyone to copy a poem, and everyone is happy. ”

"Copy a poem, what poem?"

"I heard that it was a Mulan poem or something, and Xiao Ke just heard about it. ”

Whatever the reason, it is always a good thing for Jin Wu, this is a rare opportunity, only a few times a year.

In modern society, the city gate building has been abolished, and the curfew has been abolished, and it is difficult for people to understand the feelings of the ancients, and now the curfew will only be implemented during the war years and when the country is on full alert, but the life of the ancients is like this every year, every day, and there are only a few nights when the gold go can't help but be there every year, which is more precious than anything else.

According to the usual practice, the cancellation of the curfew should be announced by the prefect's yamen in advance, but it was suddenly decided on the same day, the time was very rushed, and the officials could only sound gongs to announce the announcement on the main street. The news can only be passed by word of mouth in every household, many people have the courage to go out of the house, the timid are at the door to watch, and many people re-hang the lanterns that have passed through the Shangyuan node, this practice is also like an infectious disease, it did not take long to infect the whole city, and Suzhou became a city that never sleeps.

As more people took to the streets, it quickly became clear why. In order to facilitate everyone to copy a poem, the government decided to ban it tonight, this poem was just made by a young genius in the city, and the title is called Mulan Ci.

The people were extremely happy, but Wei Gao, the new governor of Suzhou, who issued this decree, was extremely depressed.

Wei Gao never expected that the first decree issued by him when he took office was actually a ban, which was ridiculous.

Lifting the curfew without any conclusive reason is very likely to be held accountable or even impeached, although he has a formal warrant from Lian Daning, once he is held responsible, he is not the first person responsible, but the city gate is on fire, and he, the prefect of Suzhou, may not be able to escape the disaster of the pond fish.

Wei Gao has other things on his mind.

In order to make it easier for everyone to copy a poem, is this still called a reason? It is better to make up a reason than this, but it is better to say that it is to make it easier for the citizens to go out to the thatched house at night. Not long after the Shangyuan Festival, the ban on copying a poem was lifted, and the people were ambitious, and they were not used to not going out every day in the future.

In the yamen signing room, Wei Gao paced around with his hands behind his back, his face was solemn, and he looked like he was about to kill, and the officials who were waiting next to him walked on tiptoe, lest they touch the adult's moldy head.

The whole class of prefect's staff was on the side, waiting to give him advice, and everyone was predicting the troubles that might be caused tonight.

The chief staff is Wei Gao's friend Zhang Xuecheng in the same year, after his term of office in the county magistrate expired a few years ago, he has been idle at home, waiting for the imperial court to have a shortage of officials, and now he is the alternate prefect.

There are more monks and less porridge, as has been the case in all dynasties, and officials have become accustomed to waiting for vacancies. At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, this was not the case, at that time, Emperor Taizu used a knife to force literati to be officials, and if he didn't become an official, he would kill his head, and now people who can't be officials want to die, and the atmosphere has long changed.

There is no comparison between people. Zhang Xuecheng is not as good as Wei Gao's life, there is no teacher like Gao Gong to support him, he doesn't expect to fill the vacancy of the Suzhou prefect at all, this kind of beauty can't be his turn, he just hopes that there will be a vacancy and officially go to the post, even if it is a desolate place on the border.

So Wei Gao came to Suzhou to take up his post and invited him to take charge of the staff team for himself, promising a reward of 5,000 silver cars a year, and he immediately agreed and followed Wei Gao to come.

It is not ashamed to be a staff member for his own year or even a classmate, after someone is admitted to the Jinshi, and when there is a vacancy, he will choose a person who is willing to pay a high salary as a teacher, teach a boy, and become a staff member without losing his identity.

"Brother, you don't have to be so anxious, now there is a warrant from Lord Lian, and the court wants to track down Lord Lian first, we are just acting on orders. Zhang Xuecheng comforted.

Of course Wei Gao understands this truth, but when he came here to take office, he was stubbornly blocked by Lian Daning at the beginning, and even Wei Guogong set up a stumbling block for himself openly and secretly, and then finally got his wish, but Lian Daning, who had a very unpleasant quarrel with him, actually became the top boss, which made him very depressed and anxious.

Although he has tried his best to resolve it, and there is no major problem on the surface, there are some things that may be difficult to eliminate for a lifetime once they form a mustard in his heart. Gao Gong is his backstage, but the county official is not as good as the current management, and he still has to live under Lian Daning.

Suddenly, a public man bowed in, handed Zhang Xuecheng a piece of paper, and whispered, "My lord, this is the poem you want." ”

Zhang Xuecheng said with a smile: "Okay, I want to see what kind of divine poem it is, it is worth practicing the Lord to make such a big move, and he is not even afraid of the imperial court sanctions?"

It is estimated that he couldn't sleep at the old man, and wrote a crooked poem, wanting to spread it as soon as possible, so that he could become famous. Wei Gao sneered.

He also knew in his heart that it would not be so simple, unless Lian Daning was crazy to issue such an administrative order, and he couldn't help but come to Suzhou with a Jinwu, just to pass on one of his poems, if it was like this, it would be the rhythm of death, and he would either be imprisoned or exiled forever for the rest of his life, and it was even possible to cut off his head.

One of the staff members smiled and said, "My lord, as far as I know, it doesn't seem to be the case with a young man, and I forgot what it was called." ”

"Besides, this man is called Besides. Zhang Xuecheng did not look at the poem, but first looked at the signature on the left.

"Besides, isn't that the student that Master Fang Buzhan insisted on asking a few days ago?"

"Yes, if it is more, then it will not be wrong, but I heard that in order to protect him, the Zhongshan Royal Mansion went out with all its might, and surrounded his house, without the edict or holy decree of Wei Guogong, no one would want to go in, even Lord Yushi was closed. ”

"What's the origin of this, why did the Zhongshan Mansion do everything to protect him?" Wei Gao said to himself, very puzzled.

Soon after taking office, Wei Gao ordered his staff to visit all parts of the market to understand the civil situation and grasp the first-hand dynamics.

"He doesn't have a deep background, he is just a student of Master Lian, and he is also a student of Old Master Chen, and he is a brother to the little prince of Zhongshan Palace. A staff member stepped forward and said.

"Oh, he's still a student of the old master? Wei Gao nodded slowly.

He didn't know how much energy the old master had, but he knew that before he went to Jiangnan to take office, Gao Gong told him that no one in Jiangnan should be afraid, and he would take care of it for him, that is, don't offend Chen Musa, the old master is a person who reaches the sky.

Wei Gao has never thought about how to deal with this relationship, so he simply adopts a respectful and distant attitude, not to take the initiative to approach, but to wait for the appropriate opportunity and go with the flow, so as not to offend the other party.

When a "bang" came, everyone was startled, and after following the reputation, it was Zhang Xuecheng who smashed his fist on the table.

"Good poetry, really good poetry!" Zhang Xuecheng completely forgot that this was in Suzhou Yamen, but when he thought about it, he didn't care. What a reader has been waiting for all his life is this moment: reading a poem that impresses and moves him.

"What's wrong, Xuecheng?" Wei Gao was so frightened by his punch that he almost lost his soul.

"Congratulations, Brother Wei, you have produced a great poet and a great talent under your rule, this is a grandmaster-level work, and this is also your auspiciousness!" Zhang Xuecheng couldn't help but say with joy.

Seeing the second sentence, there was another bang, and the second fist smashed on the table, shaking the teacups and cups on the table, and the tea splashed all over the table.

"Xuecheng, what's wrong with you, you're not crazy, are you?" Wei Gao expressed serious incomprehension. If he hadn't known Zhang Xuecheng to the bottom of things, he would have ordered someone to pull him out as a madman.

"Dude, see for yourself. ”

Zhang Xuecheng had already read the poem, and then he felt that his hand was a little swollen and painful, but these two punches came out with all his strength and smashed on the strongest wooden table, which was not red and swollen.

In a state of passion, he didn't feel much pain, he sat on the chair, waved his sleeves to wipe his sweat, just read a poem, that is, for a moment, but his forehead was full of sweat. As soon as he sat down, he stood up again, as if imitating Wei Gao, pacing back and forth, but he didn't realize it.

"If life is only as it ...... first seen"

Wei Gao only read one sentence, and suddenly he was stupid, as if something hit his heart and hit the deepest part of his heart, and in an instant, his eyes were ruddy, and tears were pouring out.

"This ...... What's wrong with this. The staff were dumbfounded.

The prefect is not crazy, but he is stupid, how can he still cry after this. Wei Gao just chanted in a low voice, and they didn't hear what the verses were.

"Brother Xuecheng, what kind of poem is this, it's not a ghost poem and a demon poem, why are you two like this?" a staff member was very surprised, and asked softly in Zhang Xuecheng's ear.

Zhang Xuecheng's face flushed, he held back for a long time, he didn't say a word, and his eyes were red. In the end, a sentence suddenly broke out: "It is reasonable for Master Lian to open the ban!"

After a while, Zhang Xuecheng added: "Don't be afraid of this matter to the emperor!"