Chapter 70: The Lonely Corner of the Si People (Part II)

'Made-up, nonsense, when I wrote poems, I didn't think about any mood or not! Zhang Qianqian secretly complained in his heart, but he was helpless about the enthusiasm of several elders.

However, he couldn't really say to the elders in front of him that before Li Longji became the emperor, there were a lot of people killed in the royal family, and everyone would suffer from the pond fish if they were not careful, so I advise you to hide as far as you can.

He couldn't really tell the elders in front of him that instead of jointly recommending himself to become a leader, it was better to persuade the imperial court to give him the royalties for the water gate, windmill and machine well, so that he would not have to do anything in the future, and squatting at home would make money.

He can't even tell Zhang about this future Zhenguan famous minister, and now he is preparing to take advantage of the loopholes of the imperial court and buy a title of Zhengsi to decorate the façade. And accepting the other party's recommendation, he is at most from the eighth grade, which is less than half of the fourth grade......

Therefore, he can only make an appearance of an humble junior and bow down to be taught.

It happened that Zhang Ruoxu's servant brought up the hot liquor. He Zhizhang invited Zhang Qian to sit down and drink together. And Zhang Qian, who didn't want to continue to listen to the teachings of a group of half-old men, hurriedly smiled and shirked and said that he had already made an appointment with Wang Zhilian, Wei Gangjing and others, and it was inconvenient to accept the elders' gifts.

They all came from a young age, so how could He Zhizhang not guess that he disliked everyone nagging? So, he shook his head and complained with a smile: "Since you have an appointment with Wang Jiling and them in advance, why didn't you say it earlier?" Hurt the old man to delay you for so long?! Go, go! Dao Ji is right, you are a young person, you should be with young people, you can't always follow our group of old men and be contaminated with twilight! ”

"In this case, please allow the juniors to retire!" Zhang Qianru was amnestied, and smiled to everyone. He turned around and walked slowly, until he walked far away, he raised his sleeves and wiped the oil and sweat off his face.

looked at it again, but didn't find Wang Zhilian's figure, only saw Wei Dao Wei Gangjing salivating with a big fat face, squatting in front of Qin Lu and pulling around. And the future grass saint Zhang Xu obviously didn't regard Wei Dao as a competitor at all, just carried a brush and transcribed the chrysanthemum poems that had just been chanted or prepared in advance for all the talented people on the unfolded paper scroll.

"Yes, Zhao has it too!" A young man with apricot eyes and sword eyebrows suddenly walked over quickly, and arched his hand at Zhang Xu, "I don't dare to be ugly, and I have to bother Brother Bo to write." ”

"Well said, well said! Zixiao just read it! Zhang Xu was very easy-going, turned sideways and returned the salute, and then refilled the brush with ink.

"Title, Oriju Chrysanthemum." The sword-eyed young man named Zixiao stood firm and read slowly: "The flowers bloom all over the garden, not afraid of the autumn wind and frost, the color of the peony is good, I love a wisp of incense in the chrysanthemum!" ”

After reading it, he politely said "Offering ugliness" to the companions around him, and quickly returned to his original seat with a red face.

"This poem is to my taste, let me close the tune and sing it to everyone!" Maybe he was in a hurry to get rid of the entanglement of Weidao, or maybe he was really touched by a certain sentence in the poem, Qin Yu suddenly sat up straight, smiled and began to pluck the silk strings. "Ding Ding Dong Dong", another burst of big beads and small beads fell on the jade plate.

Oh, after playing the prelude, he really stretched his singing voice and sang a chrysanthemum with the rhyme of the piano. The voice is tactful and long, burrowing into people's ears, making people suddenly feel like they have wings.

"Good, good—" The cheers rang out like thunder again. The surrounding talents, or looked at the young man named Zhao Zixiao with envy, and stroked their palms hard. Or while applauding, he took out the chrysanthemum poem that he had just written, or had already prepared in his sleeve, and asked Zhang Xu to copy it on his behalf.

"I have it too!" A tall and thin young man in his twenties walked up to Zhang Xu in three steps and two steps, and handed over a piece of white paper with both hands, "Annoying Brother Laobo's big pen, add color to this poem!" Mu Nanfeng is grateful! ”

"Brother Shepherd is polite!" Zhang Xu took the paper with a smile and hurriedly glanced at it. Then he returned the paper to the tall and thin young man, turned around, and picked up the pen and wrote, "Looking for chrysanthemums, the autumn wind is full of corridors, and the secluded garden has a few points of incense. ”

The rhetoric is not necessarily subtle, but it alternates between movement and stillness, and is full of painting. Qin Lu was overjoyed and was about to close the song and play and sing it for everyone to enjoy. Unexpectedly, a short and fat man suddenly broke over from the oblique thorn, brushed aside the Wei Dao who was searching the intestines and scraping the belly, and shouted loudly: "Please everyone, in Xia Lu Xuan, the word Zhongda, born in the branch of the Lu clan in Fanyang, the father of the family is a servant of the Ministry of Officials......"

"Long admiration Lingzun's name! I saw Brother Zhongda today, and sure enough, the tiger father has no dog! The music of the piano rhythm was interrupted, and my heart suddenly became a little angry. He moved his body back slightly, and with a smile, he grabbed the sword that was erected next to him and held it in front of his chest.

Lu Xuan didn't feel the alienation in the other party's words at all, squeezed forward again, and said with a proud face: "Everyone has won the award, and I have admired everyone for a long time. Today, I specially wrote a poem, and I invite you to play it for all of you here! ”

As he spoke, he took out a piece of writing paper from his sleeve and read it aloud: "My poem is entitled Chrysanthemum." If the chrysanthemum blooms, but no one knows how to appreciate it, the flower must be lonely. Everyone, listen up, the garden is full of red and purple, but there are no bees and butterflies dancing. He scattered with the autumn wind. But it leaves a fragrance all over the world. ”

After reading it, his eyes were closed, and his chin was rubbed with his hand, making a fairy wind bone. It's just that the figure is too round, and the autumn wind can't blow, but the forehead is shiny and shiny by the autumn sun.

"Good poetry, good poetry!" Wei Dao hated this person for being rude, and shouted and stroked his palms beside him, "This poem has lofty intentions, smooth sentences, and it is even more difficult to catchy, so that after listening to it, people suddenly feel that their stomachs are filled with an autumn wind, and if they don't eat or drink for three days, they won't feel hungry again." ”

"Yes, it's three days, if you want me to see it, you have to know the taste of the food in March!" There were people around laughing and wincing eyebrows.

Lu Xuan didn't hear it, Wei Dao and others were damaging their poems for their bad writing, which made people lose their appetite after listening to them. Suddenly, he grabbed Wei Dao's sleeve and sent out an invitation with a smile: "Gangjing, Gangjing, people say that you are knowledgeable and have a broad vision, and you were a little unbelieving before my brother." I saw it today, and I knew that the rumors were not deceiving. Come, come, come, come here, while everyone is tuning the piano rhythm, let me tell you carefully for my brother, I also use the following allusions in this poem......"

"Brother Lu, Brother Lu forgive me. Little brother, I also made a poem, and I was about to give it to Brother Bogao...... "That Weidao originally had the intention of fighting with someone, but he didn't expect to be regarded as a confidant by the other party, and he was annoyed and annoyed, and he couldn't cry, so he had to go to pull Zhang Xu as a shield."

Unexpectedly, he was only halfway through the words, but he saw Qin Lu quietly prick up his eyes at him. Suddenly, the cold air poured over his head, so he had to swallow the second half of the sentence back into his stomach, let Lu Xuan pull it, and went to the side to enjoy the other party's masterpiece!

Zhang Qian had just gotten acquainted with Wang Zhilian and Wei Dao, and he didn't have time to say hello to the other young heroes. At this moment, seeing that Wei Dao was entangled by the man surnamed Lu and couldn't get out, he didn't want to come over and suffer together.

So, he quietly circled his legs, turned to a stone table on the periphery and sat down, grabbed the rice wine that the servants had prepared a long time ago, and tasted it slowly.

I only drank two or three sips, but suddenly there was a "ding" sound in my ears, but it was the rhythm of the piano that missed, and the guqin was broken, and I couldn't play and sing for everyone anymore. All the talented people shouted pity, but it was still difficult to contain poetry. Continue to step forward one by one, or personally pick up the pen, or ask Zhang Xu to work on his behalf, and transcribe the chrysanthemum poems they wrote on the same roll of mulberry paper.

Seeing that the young people around him were "handing in the papers" one after another, Zhang Xu felt empty again. The song "Guanju" he prepared in advance, since it has been approved by Zhang Shuo with the word "decadent Tang Dynasty", of course it can't be taken out again to show ugliness. And if he "held back" a song on the scene, he was worried that he would steal the limelight of Lu Zheng's penultimate and become the laughing stock of readers. Therefore, after thinking about it, he saw that no one noticed him left and right, so he simply stood up, directly imitated Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, and ran away.

However, when he entered the park, he was led by Wang Zhilian, and he didn't think how big Zhang Ruoxu's house was. At this moment, he sneaked out, and immediately turned a little.

Kankan walked through two corridors and a pavilion, but he still didn't find out the south, south, and north. Under the navel, there was really a urge to urinate, which quietly swelled up.

In this way, Zhang Qian did not dare to go around. Hurriedly turned his head and secretly turned back to the garden. When he returned to the garden, he immediately found a servant and ordered him to take him to the toilet. Who would have thought that obviously he hadn't gone far just now, and the hustle and bustle of the talents was also close at hand, but the blue brick path under his feet never led to the door of the garden.

In a hurry, behind the bamboo forest on her side, a woman choked suddenly, not high, but incompatible with the noise in the distance.

Zhang Qian was stunned, instinctively wanting to go around the bamboo forest to see who was crying? He only took a few steps, but he hesitated and shook his head slightly.

This is Zhang Ruoxu's home, and the choking sound behind the bamboo forest obviously came from a young girl. Zhang Ruoxu has many concubines, the youngest of whom is similar in age to Zijuan. If the woman who is sobbing behind the bamboo forest at the moment is a concubine of Zhang Ruoxu, he Zhang Qian ran over to ask for warmth, what is it called? !

I can't control it, I can't control it!

In an instant, there was no urge to drink or urinate. Zhang Qian decisively retreated and fled. Unexpectedly, before his feet returned to the blue brick path, behind him, a low voice of the girl came: "Don't be afraid, your grandmother didn't mean to leave you." Hiss ——。 They must have encountered something unavoidable, hiss——。 ”

With soft sobbing, the girl's voice was hoarse and gentle. Like a needle, it pierced Zhang Qian's clothes from behind, pierced his skin and bones, and pierced his heart all the way.

"Really, trust me. How can there be a grandmother in the world who doesn't pity her own flesh and blood. Hiss-"

"Shhh——。 You work hard to grow up on your own, and when you grow up, you can go to them. Hiss——,If you can't find it for a while, don't worry, you can live a good life, they must be proud of you......"