The fourteenth day of the first month of the ninth year of the Xuanli calendar, the beginning of the Shen period.

The sun was not warm, but it was still shining.

Cining Palace is lit up and down, and it is very lively.

In the inner palace are the harem concubines headed by Shang Guifei, the children of the royal family and the lady of the imperial family, and in the outer courtyard are the ministers of the court and the famous literati in Shangjing.

Fu Xiaoguan was huddled in front of a table in the corner of the outer courtyard at this moment, sitting with Qin Bingzhong, Shangguan Wenxiu and others.

As for the birthday gift to the Queen Mother, he has already handed it over to Yu Wenyun, and I think that Yu Wenyun has also given it to the Queen Mother, but I don't know if the Queen Mother will be happy about the gift.

Dong Shulan also went to the inner palace with her mother Dong Yuan, and it is estimated that it is rare to see her today.

Qin Bingzhong looked at Fu Xiaoguan at this moment and asked: "After the Shangyuan Festival Poetry Meeting tomorrow, you have to start selecting people to go to the Wu Dynasty Cultural Society, have you gone to the Jixia School Palace to have a look?" ”

Fu Xiaoguan hasn't even thought about this, he has been writing the "Theory of the Rich Country" these days, even if he wants to select students, he has to wait until the theory of the rich country is written and handed over to Yan Beixi.

"I really can't do anything...... he looked at Shangguan Wenxiu and said with a smile: "If you want to say that you are familiar with this talented man in Shangjing, I don't think anyone can compare to Lord Shangguan, or ...... Lord Shangguan did me a favor, you can help me with this selection of students, okay? ”

Shangguan Wenxiu laughed and stroked his long beard, "You kid wants to be lazy, I can tell you, you don't have to despise the literati of the Wu Dynasty." It has been more than 40 years since Wen Xingzhou took charge of the literary scene of the Wu Dynasty, and the literary affairs of the Wu Dynasty have gradually flourished in the past 40 years, which has long been different from what it used to be. Although the Wu Dynasty is still heavy on martial arts, but the younger generation of its literary world has several people showing their edge, including Zhuo Donglai of Lishan Academy in Lanxi County, known as the Seven Sons of Lanxi, at the Qingzhu Forum held in Guanyun City, the capital of the Wu Dynasty at the end of last year, the poetry and articles of these seven people swept the Wu Dynasty with unprecedented momentum, all of which were appreciated by Wen Xingzhou, and Zhuo Donglai won the first place with a song "Nian Nujiao, Autumn Moon". ”

"That word...... It is indeed magnificent, with both the softness of the text and the majesty of the martial arts. ”

Speaking of this, Shangguan Wen repaired the festival and chanted:

"The remnant sun goes west, the sandbar is cold, and the green bamboo valley fades.

The jade rises in the east, and in the shallow clouds, a few stars are bright and extinguished.

The moon is like frost, the long sword dances, and the snow is finely broken.

The long song should be played, and ask the heroes of the world!

Looking back at Lanxi, the flowers of Lishan bloomed, brilliant as blood.

Put the wine questionnaire and read it, but I saw the mighty wind!

The sea of books is sailing, and I am persistent and don't laugh at me, and I am strategic.

The lonely shadow of the cold river, the autumn moon of the old man in the rivers and lakes. ”

Shangguan Wenxiu shook his head and recited, "Look at the lonely shadow of the cold river, the old man of the rivers and lakes Qiuyue...... How three-dimensional and vivid this is! Combined with the previous sentence of the sea of books, persistent and don't laugh at me, and Wen Taowuluo, then this last sentence is not only Zhuo Donglai's lonely shadow describing himself as persistently moving forward in the sea of books, but also with the invincible loneliness of the masters of the rivers and lakes, so the attainment of this word is indeed extremely high. ”

However, Fu Xiaoguan was shocked by the sentence of the old man in the lonely shadow of Hanjiang, and he never recalled it for a long time.

The lonely shadow of the cold river of God, the autumn moon of the old man of the rivers and lakes...... But this guy is really nice to write like this, although he can't tell whether this poem is good or bad, but at least it was written by someone else, compared to what he copied...... How can it be said that the things of the scholars are copied?

I am but a porter of the cultures of the two worlds, and I am glorious!

Shangguan Wenxiu's eyes widened, and he thought to himself, could it be that the great genius of my Yu Dynasty was also stunned by this poem?

"Petty Officials......

"Ah......h

"The old man thinks that the words are not beautiful, there is more ingenuity, and the traces of carving are too heavy, which is far from being comparable to your water-tuned song head."

Fu Xiaoguan was a little ashamed, his face actually turned red so much, but fortunately, the remnant sun was shining on his face, and Shangguan Wenxiu and Qin Bing and others did not pay attention.

"Since ancient times, there is no first, the petty official knows that the strong are more powerful, and the petty official went to the Wu Dynasty, and he will definitely be able to fight the lion and the elephant, and he should use all his strength."

Shangguan Wenxiu suddenly became old, such a talented and humble young man, with this mind alone, it was not comparable to Zhuo Donglai.

"If you want to talk about the young literati of the Wu Dynasty, there is a woman. She is the daughter of Emperor Wen of the Wu Dynasty, the only princess of the Wu Dynasty, Wu Zhao! ”

Fu Xiaoguan was shocked again, Wu Cao?

Wu Zetian?!

"Wait, wait, Lord Shangguan, which is this Wu Cao's Cao?"

"Shining light."

"Oh...... You move on! ”

Fu Xiaoguan put his mind at ease, he was really worried that this time and space should not be confused.

Shangguan Wenxiu said again: "This Wu Zhao character Ling'er, when she was in Lishan Academy, no one knew her identity except Wen Xingzhou, and people called her Wu Ling'er, who was also one of the seven sons of Lanxi. I heard that this woman is not only proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also very strong in martial arts, but she is the pearl of Emperor Wen. At the Wuchao Qingzhu Forum at the end of last year, she also made a poem "Ying Changtian, Acacia", which was also praised by Wen Xingzhou. The old man estimated that at this year's Cold Food Festival, the seventh son of Lanxi would definitely go. You can't deal with so many literati in the Wu Dynasty alone, so the old man can help you in the selection of students, but the final candidate decision still has to be taught by yourself. ”

Fu Xiaoguan nodded, Shangguan Wenxiu was able to help him in the primary election, which was already a great favor, saving him a lot of things, "In this way, it will be troublesome for Lord Shangguan." ”

"That'...... Can you give the old man one or two? ”

Qin Bingzhong laughed and pointed at Shangguan Wenxiu, "Your fox tail is finally exposed." ”

Fu Xiaoguan also smiled: "This is a trivial matter, but now I really don't have it in this mansion, and I will send it to the adult's mansion in a few days." ”

Just as a group of people were talking and laughing, a palace maid came to Fu Xiaoguan's side and whispered in his ear, Fu Xiaoguan got up and said to everyone: "I'll leave for a while, and I'll talk about it later." ”

He walked out of Cining Palace and saw a little eunuch outside the palace, who gave him a small cylinder of wax peak, and then turned to leave.

Fu Xiaoguan opened the small tube and took out a note.

December Report: 1: Shangyuan Festival is ready.

Two: Fei An went to Shuiyue Nunnery and transported the coffin of Bu Nian Shitai to Nanling County.

Three: Yuhuatai seems to have disappeared overnight, and even Nanbatian has lost a trace.

Fu Xiaoguan frowned, took a fire fold and burned the note.

He looked up at the sunset, thinking about the coffin of the master who did not miss it...... Is there a secret hidden?

But he not only sent Drizzle Building to inspect the coffin in detail, but also invited the third senior sister Su Rou to see it in person, and there was nothing unusual in it, except for the rich sandalwood after the coffin was opened.

What is the reason why Fei An transported this coffin and the corpse of Bunian Shitai to Nanling County?

He is a general of the southern border army, and an unknown old nun in this Shuiyue Nunnery...... Why is it still related?

And even if there is anything to do with it, it can't be blamed for him coming in person.

As for the disappearance of Yuhuatai, Fu Xiaoguan was of course extremely vigilant, but he was also expected.

Yan Beixi in the court has already proposed to His Majesty that the Great Prince Yu ask to be in charge of the Eastern Frontier Army, and before the Great Prince goes and stays, there will definitely be no more movement in Yuhuatai.

So...... Just wait for tomorrow night.

Tomorrow night, after the leaflets about the southern border army killing civilians and making military merits bloom all over Jinling City, let's see what Fei An is doing.

Thinking so, he walked into the Cining Palace, and heard a burst of cheers.

The Queen Mother walked out with the support of the concubines.

"Mourning the family...... Looking at you, I am happy in my heart, you are all the pillars of this Dayu Dynasty, and there are many old people who are still the elders of the three dynasties of this Dayu Dynasty...... Mrs. Fei, your body is still strong, it's good, come over and let the mourning family take a good look. ”

"That's ...... Mrs. Ning? The eyes of the mourning family are not very good, Mrs. Ning, you also came close, yes, and Yan Beixi, come on, come on, you all come over...... Accompany the mourning family. ”

The three old men walked over tremblingly, their faces were very excited, as if they recalled the scene when they were young, pointing out the country and promoting words, or thinking of the time when they discussed national policies with the first emperor and shared the glorious time.

However, today, although they are still the characters of the Dayu Dynasty, it is just that the years are urging people, and the sun is setting like this.

After that, the Queen Mother named a few old people, and then said: "The weather is very good today, and the mourning family has invited a troupe to come and let them sing a play for everyone...... It's a dream of the Red Chamber written by Fu Xiaoguan, and the mourning family likes it very much, and I hope you can like it too. ”

After speaking, she beckoned, so the red silk on the high platform in the field was uncovered, and the sound of gongs and drums sounded, and she saw a woman appear on the stage - she was actually Liu Yan'er with red sleeves!

Fu Xiaoguan sat down, his eyes fell on the high platform, and with the sound of the piano rising again, Liu Yan'er danced, singing the song in vain!

This may be the beginning.

Then Fu Xiaoguan's eyes left the high platform and looked at the Queen Mother, and saw Yu Wenyun and Dong Shulan sitting in the back obediently at the moment, eating the candied fruit on the table while watching carefully.

As if sensing Fu Xiaoguan's gaze, the two daughters all looked at him, and then smiled, and Fu Xiaoguan suddenly warmed.

Liu Yan'er's singing was really the beginning, and as her singing and dancing gradually stopped, someone appeared on the stage.

Fu Xiaoguan watched it for a while, this is the first scene of Jia Yuanchun's return to Jiafu Province: a grand banquet.

This is the origin of the disaster of Jiafu, in order to welcome the return of the virtuous concubine Jia Yuanchun, Jiafu built a special industry with great luxury, and exhausted a large amount of silver in Jiafu.

This is also the last straw that overwhelmed Jiafu, when everyone thought that Jia Yuanchun would be crowned concubine Jiafu would rise again, but no one expected that Jiafu was already poor at this moment, and even daily expenses were beyond their means.

As soon as the play ended, the old queen mother suddenly asked the old people around her: "I often think that if Jia Yuanchun fails to become a concubine, this Jia Mansion may still be able to support it for a while...... The mourning family thought again, if there were fewer moths in this big yu, would it become stronger? You are all old and serious people, what do you think of the words of mourning? ”