Coming out of Yuexiu Building, Yang Lin who followed him (shēn) looked at him with adoring eyes: "The literary style of the concubine is really unparalleled in the world, although Yang is a rough person and does not understand poetry, but just by looking at the amazed appearance of those talents, you can also know how powerful the poem of the concubine is." ”

Zhang Xiang smiled and said, "I didn't write it because of them. ”

"That's..."Yang Lin didn't understand.

Zhang Xiang looked at Zhao Hanyan's carriage and walked over.

Yang Lin suddenly: "The princess (diàn)?" ”

Zhang Xiang said: "I wrote this poem when I saw the princess, not because of them. ”

Yang Lin didn't follow him anymore, stood in place and arched his hand: "Since the princess (diàn) has come down, then Yang will also leave first." ”

Zhang Xiang turned (shēn) to him: "Yang Zhutou, goodbye." ”

After Yang Lin disappeared into the crowd, Zhang Xiang also came to the front of the embroidery shop.

He saw the princess and the slave standing in the shop, with their backs to him, and the slave had some embroidery in his hand.

Zhang Xiang walked in curiously, and he tiptoed to the back of the two of them (shēn), and the two focused master and servant had not yet noticed.

"Princess, that's enough!"

"Well, either buy a little more, I'm not skilled after all, and I may waste a lot!"

"The princess is so ingenious, didn't she already learn a little from the prefect's lady (rì)! The slave maid felt that the princess was fine. ”

"Nonsense, I don't know the bottom of my heart!"

"Oh, princess, don't be modest, the slave and maid watch you embroider every day."

"But these (rì) children, because I am busy with yuan (rì) and other things (qíng), I haven't embroidered for a long time."

"How long has that been! How could the princess forget? ”

"Buy a little more anyway."

"Oh, well, shopkeeper..."

Listening to the conversation between the master and servant, Zhang Xiang probably understood, it turned out that they came out to buy things for embroidery.

"Princess, little slave."

He spoke suddenly.

"Ah......h

The little slave was directly frightened by this sudden sound and took a few steps back, and Zhao Hanyan, who turned (shēn), also stared at him with blinking eyes, and did not return to his senses for a long time.

Seeing the reaction of the two, Zhang Xiang was also stunned for a while, and then forbearance Jun Bu (jìn): "You don't need such a big reaction!" ”

"Colt."

The little slave patted his mouth (xiōng) and looked at him complainingly: "Donkey, what are you doing here!" Scared the slave to death. ”

Zhao Hanyan dodged his eyes, as if he was a little cautious, and when he saw him like this, he frowned slightly: "Why is the horse here?" Still drinking so much alcohol? ”

"Don't mention it." Zhang Xiang helplessly pointed to Yuexiu Lou opposite: "I met Yang Zhutou, and then drank a few glasses with him, but I didn't expect to meet Zhou Yi's group of scholars again, and pulled me to toast with them, and they poured more than a dozen cups in a row, I saw the princess, and I came down." ”

Seeing his unhappy look, Zhao Hanyan laughed softly: "That's a good thing, it shows that they attach importance to the donkey!" These scholars are all arrogant, and tonight, the people who can get together with them are the proud sons of the sky. ”

Zhang Xiang 'cut' and then asked, "Why is the princess here?" When she was at home, didn't the princess say it! ”

"Hmm..." Zhao Hanyan changed his eyes, thinking about what to say.

The little slave on the side said: "Don't you know, don't you know, the princess came out to..."

"Just you talk a lot." Zhao Hanyan hurriedly interrupted her, and then said to Zhang Xiang: "Originally, Gao Ping didn't come out, but I found that the needlework for embroidery in the house ran out, so I came out with the little slave to buy some." ”

"Oh!" Zhang Xiang also knew that she learned embroidery (qíng) from the prefect's wife, so he said, "Is it done then?" ”

"I'm done." The little slave nodded heavily.

"Then let's go home!"

"Don't you have to go back?"

Zhang Xiang shook his head: "Those scholars are so annoyed that they finally ran out, what are they going to do when they go back?" ”

The two husbands and wives walked out of the embroidery shop and got into the carriage.

At this time, the boiling sound in Yuexiu Building became more and more noisy, and it could be heard outside the street.

When the carriage passed by Yuexiu Building, Zhao Hanyan poked his head out curiously and glanced at it, and asked Zhang Xiang what was going on inside.

Zhang Xiang said: "It's not the (rè) trouble caused by poetry and lyrics, it's like this for readers." ”

Then the carriage gradually drove into the crowd and eventually disappeared.

In the Yuexiu Building, Zhou Yi stood by the window where Zhang Xiang was standing before, looking at their disappearing carriage, and the exclamation on his face still did not disappear: "The crowd looked for her thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was there, and the lights were dim." What a beautiful word! ”

Then there was a slight self-deprecation on his face: "Zhang Mingheng, you are only able to learn this (shēn), it seems that Zhou Mou's poor and extremely poor (shēn) are out of reach!" ”

……

In the eighteenth year of Yongping, the sixteenth day of the first month.

The atmosphere of the festival (rì) in Pingzhou City (rè), which has been noisy for half a month, has gradually returned to dullness after the eve of the New Year's Eve.

Needless to say, the "Yuan Xi" he wrote in Yuexiu Lou last night caused a sensation in the whole city in just one night.

In fact, an hour after he left Yuexiu Tower last night, this poem spread all over the Qinglou on both sides of Qinhuai.

In the many green buildings in the second half of the night, almost all of them were already singing his words.

As a result, early this morning (rì), Qin Elegy, who came to his courtyard early, said something about him again.

After saying what he was doing to show off (qíng), this woman in black who was soft (qíng) like water was holding her hands on the stone table, her beautiful eyes staring at him opposite, and there was a little jealousy in her eyes: "Last night, it came from Zhou Zhiyuan's place, indicating that this poem made by Heng in Yuexiu Building was made for the princess, yes, everyone looked for her thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was there, and the lights were dim." No matter how beautiful the word is, only Ming Hengxin has something (ài) to make such a beautiful word. ”

Seeing her resentful look, Zhang Xiang smiled: "What? Are you envious? ”

"Uh-huh!" Qin Elegy nodded unabashedly: "Elegy is indeed very envious of the princess, Ming Heng must be very (ài) her in his heart now, otherwise how could he write such words." ”

Zhang Xiang smiled: "Why don't you have time and I'll make a song for you?" ”

Then he thought for a moment, and then said, "If you are not satisfied, I will make a few more for you." ”

"Is what Ming Heng said serious?" Qin Elegy showed a hint of excitement.

Zhang Xiang raised his head: "What?" Don't trust me so much? ”

Qin Elegy shook his head: "In this world, apart from my master and senior brother, the only person I trust is Ming Heng." ”

Zhang Xiang said: "Then now, are you satisfied?" ”

The woman in black nodded slightly, then laughed.

Zhang Xiang said: "Okay, I'm going to go out to Governor Zheng's mansion soon, and I guess I will have to work for the imperial court in the next part (rì)." ”

Qin Elegy said: "As far as I know, it is not easy to requisition grain, and there will be many problems between the government and the people. ”

"If it was easy, how could the imperial court attach so much importance to it?" Zhang Xiang smiled: "But the court doesn't care if you don't have it, the court only knows whether you have completed the task or not, and the government that has not completed the task is light to take off the hat, as for the royal family like us, well... If you don't have the ability, the court may not care about it in the future. ”

"But aren't you worried that the emperor will notice you?"

"Sooner or later, it's okay to let him know something, maybe in this case, it will be better for me to go to Beijing in the future."

……

When Zhang Xiang went out, he ran into a little slave who came back from outside.

"Pony..."

The little girl lowered her head, bent over, and hurriedly greeted him.

Seeing that she was a little anxious and in a hurry, with a smile on her face, Zhang Xiang said strangely: "Little slave, where are you coming from?" So happy? ”

"It's nothing, slaves and maids are used to going out and walking around." The little girl shook her head violently.

Zhang Xiang was busy going out, and he didn't bother to ask, just blamed: "Be careful, don't break it." ”

"Yes, colt!"

The little slave nodded again, and after seeing Zhang Xiang's (shēn) shadow go out, the little slave stuck out his tongue, and then quickly ran towards the princess's west room.

"Princess, princess..."

When he saw the princess's house, the little slave cried out from afar.

After hearing the sound of the princess letting in the house, the little slave pushed the door and ran in.

Zhao Hanyan sat on a couch (chuáng) with a man's costume spread out on his lap, holding a needle and thread in his hand, and embroidering on the suit.

Seeing the little slave running in, Zhao Han didn't raise his cigarette butt, looked intently at the embroidery on the Chinese clothes in his hand, and asked, "Little slave, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Princess, last night the horse made a poem in Yuexiu Building." The little slave couldn't help but feel happy in his heart and said to her.

"Huh?" Zhao Hanyan put down the work in his hand and raised his head: "What word?" ”

"Look, princess, the slave has copied it back." As he spoke, the little slave took out a folded piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Zhao Hanyan.

Zhao Hanyan spread out and read: "Thousands of trees bloom on the night of the east wind." More blown down, the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night. Moth snow willow golden wisps. The laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd is looking for her thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim. ”

After reading it, Zhao Hanyan was also silent, and a burst of surprise flashed in his eyes: "This is made by a horse?" ”

"Hmm..."The little slave nodded heavily: "When the slave maid went out this morning, I heard a lot of people talking, saying that the concubine made this poem on the wall of Yuexiu Building last night, which caused a sensation in the entire Pingzhou City, early in the morning, there were many talented people who ran over to see, and after the slave and maid listened, they also ran to see, and when the slave and maid arrived, the entire Yuexiu Building was crowded with people..."

As he spoke, the little slave also drew a big circle with both hands with the movement of Ke (ài), and then said: "The room where the horse wrote the lyrics has been stopped by the shopkeeper's things, and only (yǔn) is allowed to line up outside to look at it, and the slave and the maid said that the slave and the maid are from the Horse Mansion, and the shopkeeper let the slave and the maid in, and the slave and the maid copied this poem back." ”

Zhao Hanyan sighed, and after being surprised, he said with a smile: "The words made by the concubine, which time didn't it cause a sensation in Pingzhou City?" I'm used to it. ”

The little slave said with a hint of mystery: "Princess, don't you know, the slave and maid listened to those sons, according to Zhou Zhiyuan and Zhou Gongzi, this poem was made for you by the concubine." ”

"For me?" Zhao Hanyan fell into surprise again, and then recited this poem repeatedly: The crowd looked for her thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was there, and the lights were dim.

She thought of what Zhang Xiang had said in the embroidery shop last night.

She was also a learned woman, so she naturally knew the meaning of the poem.

Knowing that this poem was written for her, an indescribable emotion suddenly rose in my heart.

It was a feeling of being surrounded by a fullness of meaning.

I'm afraid any woman will be moved by it!

Zhao Hanyan looked at it, then smiled, feeling very warm in his heart.

The little slave said on the side: "Princess, although the slave and maid don't understand poetry, the slave and maid know that the 'man' above refers to the princess." ”

Zhao Hanyan carefully folded the piece of paper and put it away, and then asked, "Where is the horse?" ”

"Oh, just now when the slave came back, I happened to see the slave and the maid go out, and the slave and the maid asked where they came back, and the slave and the maid were so scared that they died, but fortunately the concubine didn't ask much, and left." The little slave replied with a grin.

Zhao Hanyan said: "Okay, if it's okay, you go get busy first, the clothes I embroidered for the horse haven't finished embroidering yet!" ”

The little slave held up the gorgeous dress, looked at the exquisite patterns that had been half embroidered on it, and said happily: "The concubine writes lyrics for the princess, and the princess embroiders clothes for the concubine. ”

Zhao Hanyan patted her head: "You are young, do you know what is en" (ài)?" Wasn't I once upon a time with my colt? ”

The little slave pouted and shook his head honestly: "Princess, the slave and maid are not small, and they will soon be sixteen, anyway, the princess and the concubine did not give the slave and maid such a feeling before." ”

"What's that like?" Zhao Hanyan asked her rhetorically.

The little slave thought about it and shook his head: "Anyway... Anyway... The slave felt that the princess didn't like to be with the colt before, but now, the slave and maid could feel that the princess liked to be with the pony. ”

Zhao Hanyan took a breath lightly and said to her: "Little slave, I am husband and wife, we have always respected each other, and we are not allowed to think about such questions in the future, you know?" ”

"Oh!"

"If you think about this kind of mess in the future, I'll punish you."

"The slave remembers."

……

Zhang Xiang took Li Yanzhi to the official mansion and met the prefect Zheng Wei.

Li Yanzhi grew so big, and it was the first time to meet such a big official, and he couldn't help but feel a little excited in his heart.

He felt that he must have been right to follow the colt in the first place.

Because he chose this path, and with the steaming (rì) of Mingshe's business, Li Yan's heart has dispelled the idea of going to Beijing to take the exam this year.

He has no parents, no wife and children, and is alone, and he used to think that he wanted to win the glory of the Li family, but after following Zhang Xiang for so long, his thoughts have changed a lot.

It's actually not bad to be a businessman, especially the Ming Society opened by the horse, which has broadened his horizons, and he feels that the news channel opened by the horse will definitely be able to leave a name in history in the future.

As long as his name can go down in history, it will already be a glorious lintel.

You don't have to be an official to glorify your ancestors.

Of course, he hadn't told the colt about these thoughts yet, and he didn't think there was any need to say them.

"Xiaguan Zheng Wei has seen the horse."

"Governor Zheng, Ming Heng is just a little horse, he has no position and no power, Governor Zheng is a parent official of the people, so there is no need for these false courtesies."

"The concubine is the royal family, the lower official is the minister, the lower official is worshipping the royal family, and the number of etiquette is indispensable."

After meeting, Zheng Wei took Zhang Xiang to the back hall of the mansion.

Today (rì) is the official launch of the task of requisitioning grain, and Zhang Xiang does not know much about many matters, so it is natural to understand the current planning of the government first.

As a magistrate, Zheng Wei also understood that the imperial court ordered the local imperial relatives to assist the government in collecting grain, to put it bluntly, the imperial court just wanted the local imperial relatives to act as the eyes of the imperial court and supervise the government affairs of these local officials.

In this way, basically no official dares to be lazy in government, and the situation reported by the emperor can be related to the future official career.

Therefore, when receiving this holy decree, in fact, many magistrates with a keen sense of politics had already prepared, and the same was true for Zheng Wei.

"Horses, as early as a year ago, Xia Guan has asked Tongzhi and Tongju to visit some of the following counties, in Pingzhou Mansion, Pingzhou City is rich, Pingzhou people are actually capable of the grain required by the imperial court, large households can collect more, small households will collect less, those who have men in the army will be less, originally these have military household registration should not be collected, but at the beginning of last year, the famine, the granary of the government for disaster relief, has basically been emptied, plus the flood in early April, Most of the fields have been washed away, and the grain production is very low, so they will have to pay a little more or less this year, and when the court is over, their families will lack food in the future, and the court will make up for the surplus ......"

"Local official households, nine-grade officials and ordinary small households, seventh-grade and eight-grade officials with grain should also pay ten more than ordinary small households, and those who have no grain will pay silver with silver, and if they have no silver, they will be deducted, which is the basic requirement of the imperial court for local official households. As for the merchants, they generally pay the silver directly, according to the proportion of the merchants' annual taxes, an extra 20%, and if there are big businessmen who are willing to provide more subsidies, the local government will also make it easier for the big businessmen to do business in the future..."

"Horses, this is basically the plan that Xiaguan is currently making for Pingzhou City, but this is only suitable for Pingzhou City, the counties below, there are only a few rich ones, the requirements are less, there are still a few counties that can meet the standard, but there are more counties that are not rich, and these counties are more troublesome to run, so a few times ago, Tongzhi and Tongju were sent out by Xiaguan, and they went to these counties separately, and did some investigation in advance, and they were not able to pass the Yuan Xi..."

Zheng Wei said, Zhang Xiang listened, and then asked Li Yanzhi to remember it.

"Don Ma, the lower official thinks so, next, the government can first carry out the important task of requisitioning grain in Pingzhou City, and then collect and report all the (qíng) conditions of the following counties with knowledge and general judgment, and then make other plans, after all, the (qíng) situation of each county is different, and it is necessary to do detailed sorting and division in order to determine the next step of thinking......"

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