Zhu Youzhen lives in the palace all the year round, and there are only a handful of people in the capital, and the acquaintance he met this time is Zhu Ying'an, the little grandfather of Chengguo who was in the pit of the royal mud workshop when he left the palace last time, although Zhu Ying'an doesn't know anything about poetry and songs, but if you don't learn no skill, you don't learn no skill, as a famous son in the capital, if you don't have anything to do to participate in a few literary meetings and show your face, you are embarrassed to say hello to people when you go out.

At this time, Zhu Ying'an also saw Zhu Youzhen beside Liu Jifen, so he beckoned, "Isn't this brother a British public cousin?" Last time I forgot to ask my brother's surname? ”

"The little grandfather has a good memory, brother Zhu Wu, this is my brother Zhu Xiao, I have heard for a long time that the name of the Literary Association of Xingzhi Academy came to pay respects, I don't know what the effect of the seaweed mud was after it was sent out last time?" Zhu Youzhen winked at Zhu Ying'an and gave him a tacit look.

There are all talented people and talented women here, and neither of them is too explicit to say, Zhu Ying'an's left hand robe sleeve is slightly covered, and his right hand is thumbs up, and he returns a yin swaying smile, which means that the master is out of the horse, you know.

Zhu Ying'an has a bad reputation, and others saw that this person knew Zhu Ying'an, so they simply classified him as a person who did not learn and did not know how to do it.

It's just that at this time, what a few people didn't notice was that when Zhu Ying'an talked about the young master of the British public family, the expression of the person next to him was slightly surprised, and he turned to a joke, this person was the little grandfather of the British public Zhang Zhiji, but he didn't directly pierce it, he wanted to see what this person wanted to do with his identity.

When Zhang Zhiji wanted to hide his identity and watch Zhu Youzhen's performance, Zhu Yingan demolished the stage for him, and a pair of fat hands took Zhang Zhiji and said, "Ziyu has such an interesting cousin, why didn't you introduce us earlier?" ”

Ziyu is Zhang Zhiji's cousin.

"It's very embarrassing, and the person who used his identity to be caught by the party was right." Zhu Youzhen thought to himself, although Zhu Youzhen came out of the palace this time with a token in the light, but he still didn't want to expose his identity in public, and Zhu Youxiao would definitely not be able to run away if his identity was exposed, so it would be boring.

Since he already knew that the person in front of him was Zhang Zhiji, it would be much easier to do, Zhu Youzhen hooked Zhang Zhiji's neck with his left hand, and said loudly, "Cousin, what a coincidence, it turns out that you are also here." The two of them slightly avoided everyone's sight, took out a token in their right hand and showed it to Zhang Zhiji, Zhu Youzhen said in a voice that only the two of them heard, "I am Zhu Youzhen, that is my imperial brother, keep it secret for the two of us." ”

Zhang Zhiji was a little shocked, he thought that this was a thief who cheated on eating and drinking the most money by using his name, but he didn't expect it to be these two, as one of the top sons and daughters in the capital, Zhang Zhiji naturally wouldn't know what Zhu Youzhen's three words represented, although he hadn't seen the two emperors and grandsons, but the token was not a fraud at first glance, and forging the emperor's token was a big crime for the nine clans, who dared to take such a big risk to forge it.

Of course, Zhang Zhiji will not be afraid of the identity of the other party, but he still has to cooperate, after all, it is not good for anyone to be exposed, but he still has to collect some interest if he is borrowed, so he replied loudly, "What a coincidence, I heard that my cousin came up with a fun thing a few days ago, and my cousin was trying to ask you for a few pieces, and I met it today, so my cousin shouldn't be reluctant, right?" ”

Zhu Youzhen heard that the fun thing Zhang Zhiji said should refer to the skateboard that moved the capital after the Qianqing Palace that day, and the reason why he didn't say it clearly should be because he was worried about the name of the skateboard, and as soon as he said it, at least some people could guess that this was Zhu Youzhen, the grandson of the Five Emperors. It's just that he didn't expect Zhang Zhiji to bargain, so he rolled his eyes at Zhang Zhiji and said, "Cousin, I really don't see it, do you know that that thing has been fried to 30,000 taels in Liuli Lane, and you can't ask for it, you just have a few openings." ”

Zhang Zhiji knows a little bit about the price of the skateboard in Liuli Lane, because it was fried by their gang, but he didn't expect that the price would be so high now, and he heard that it was only 6,000 taels a few days ago.

The others had originally discussed quite enthusiastically, but at this time, they had been attracted by the conversation here, and everyone was more curious about what kind of object needed 30,000 taels and had no price.

"I have two brothers who are also curious about this thing, so I asked my cousin for a favor on their behalf."

Zhang Zhiji is not the kind of person who spends a lot of money without blinking his eyes, and he is a little weak when he hears that it takes 30,000 taels, and there are so many people in the room, so it is not a place for discussion, so he took out a delicate gold medal and handed it to Zhu Youzhen, and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Your Highness is free in the future, you can go to the Sihai Manor in the north of the city to sit down." ”

Zhu Youzhen took the gold medal and looked at it, the gold medal about five inches long and three inches wide was engraved with two crossed sabers, there was nothing special about it, I thought this should be the top private club membership card of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Youzhen accepted the gold medal and hugged Zhang Zhiji, "Accept my cousin's love, I have written down this matter, and I will send someone to send it when it is done." ”

Everyone in the room listened to it for a long time and didn't know what the two said was worth 30,000 taels, but no one asked without interest.

It's just that today is a literary meeting after all, and everyone is chanting poems and discussing them enthusiastically, and Yaxing is inevitably a little unhappy, especially Mo Shengbai, who is surrounded in the middle, before Zhu Youzhen and a few people arrived, he and Xu Ming'er were the focus of the audience, and a few people scattered a lot of attention as soon as they came.

"Today is not only a literary meeting, but also a disaster relief fundraiser, there is a proposal below, why don't you each sit here write a poem or a poem, limit the tea time, if you can't do it, put a tael of silver in the donation box?" The person who spoke is called Wu Zhongting, known as the first genius of Shidong Academy, this word immediately responded to the gathering, after all, most of the people who can come here are learned people, if they can take this opportunity to make a blockbuster, they will definitely be famous in the capital, but there are also a small number of people who scold their mothers in their hearts, most of these people are students of Xingzhi Academy of Engineering who will not do any poetry to come to join in the fun, some are unable to chant poems and take out a tael of silver will feel painful, some are able to take out the silver but feel that they have lost face, but at this time it is too late to quit.

"Even so, I won't be humble, after listening to Brother Wu's proposal, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration and came across a song, and I read it and everyone commented on it." Limited time for tea, but this is just a snap of the fingers to have it is really a bit incredible, and what is even more incredible is that this person is Zhang Zhiji, Zhang Zhiji studied in the Riding and Archery Department of Xingzhi Academy, at most he read some military books to learn the art of war, and he can compose poems and hear about it for the first time.

"Please also ask Grandpa Zhang to come and enjoy it." Mo Shengbai was not discouraged when he was robbed, and invited with an open face to ask for advice.

Zhang Zhiji paced and brewed his emotions for a while, "My poem is nostalgic, please correct me." ”

It turned out to be nostalgic poems, and nostalgic poems have always used many classics, so most of the nostalgic poems are classics, and everyone is full of expectations for Zhang Zhiji's poems.

"I heard that Xiang Yu pulled out the mountain, and Liu Bang, who was scared, immediately ran away. It's not my little Zhang Liang, my mother has already returned to Pei County. After reading it, Zhang Zhiji was still immersed in his masterpiece with his eyes closed, and the aftertaste was endless.

Everyone was scorched by Zhang Zhiji's poems and the coquettish expression, only the fat man Zhu Ying'an clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Good poems, good poems, listening to Brother Ziyu's poems made my brother also quite emotional, and suddenly I was inspired, I made a big wind song, the cannon bombarded his mother, and Weijia Hai returned to his hometown." Several heroes are extremely arrogant, and the Andebao ship swallows Fusang. ”

After listening to Zhu Ying'an's poem, everyone burst into laughter, and it really lived up to expectations, only Zhu Youzhen applauded seriously: "What a cannon fires and bombards his mother, it is really deafening and majestic, and a good Andebao ship swallows Fusang, I should have this kind of courage in the Ming Dynasty, and I will bully and bully the little devil when there is nothing to do." ”

After listening to Zhu Youzhen's evaluation, even Zhu Yingan said incredulously, "Brother, are you serious?" However, Brother Zhu gave this little devil Fusang a pretty good name. ”

This is indeed Zhu Youzhen's true thoughts, although the poems are not understood in all aspects, but Zhu Youzhen is extremely moved, people in this era may never know what the ending of the Ming Dynasty will be more than 20 years later, nor will they know what kind of humiliation the land of China will be suffered in 200 years, let alone what will be bullied by the little devils in that small land in 300 years, this is a strong agreement of Zhu Ying'an's poems by people who are drunk and sober.

"After listening to Grandpa Zhu's poems, I was also inspired to get one occasionally." It was no one else who spoke, and he was a straw bag who didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, Fang Shihong, the son of the first assistant and the philosopher, saw that Zhu Ying'an took the lead, and this opponent who competed with him in the land of fireworks all the year round naturally couldn't fall too far.

"Slow down, slow down, slow ......" At this time, the initiator Wu Zhongting was a little big, as the initiator, he saw that it was going to become a scolding conference, and if he didn't stop it, he thought that Fang Shihong would definitely be a way.

Just when Wu Zhongting didn't know what reason to stop it, two more people came into the school, and when they entered the door, they heard one of them say with a smile: "It's far away, I heard that you guys are talking and laughing, and it's very lively, I don't know what you're discussing?" ”

"Tao Yuanzheng, Zhao Siye, the two gentlemen came just right, we are asking each other for some poems, and if you can't make it, donate some silver taels for this fundraising activity, the two little grandfathers have just completed two works, since the two gentlemen are here, it is better to ask the two gentlemen to give us a question." The thin old man led by the two people who came was Tao Wanhua, the head of Xingzhi Academy, known as Mr. Xingzhi, and the other relatively short and somewhat chubby white-faced old man was Zhao Yongzheng, the secretary of the Guozijian Division, seeing these two people coming, Wu Zhongting seemed to have seen a savior, there was no heavyweight town, and I don't know what tricks these young masters can play, you can't scold the mother anymore with the question.

"Oh? The two little grandfathers have already finished? Why don't you two chant it again, so that the two of you can enjoy it too. Mr. Zhao heard Wu Zhongting's words and said, these many talents have not been gained, but these two have been completed, and the work will not be too good, one of the two is a student of Xingzhi College, and the other is a student of Shidong Academy, Mr. Zhao will naturally not hesitate to comment on the two.

"How dare you, the poems of the two of us are really difficult to wait for the hall of elegance, so I won't be ugly in front of the two gentlemen." Zhang Zhiji waved his hand again and again, Zhu Yingan wiped his sweat and nodded in response, "Yes, yes, yes." ”

Mr. Zhao didn't force it, but just raised his hand to Tao Wanhua and invited, "Then ask Mr. Xingzhi to ask a question." ”

"In this way, we might as well come up with a question for one person, you can choose any one of the topics, and the winter will pass here, so I will take Mei as the topic." Tao Wanhua stroked his beard and said.

"It's so good, it's the same winter is coming, so I'll take spring as the theme." Zhao Yongzheng said.

As soon as the two gentlemen came out, most people fell into contemplation, and there are countless poems on the two topics of plum and spring from ancient times to the present, and there are not a few famous sentences through the ages.

"Didn't Brother Fang gain something just now? Why don't you come and enjoy it? Zhu Ying'an passed a pass, but he didn't forget his old friend Fang Shihong.

"Oh, I suddenly think I can polish it again." Fang Shihong said embarrassedly, thinking, "Don't let me find a chance, dead fat man, I know that the two old men are deliberately making me ugly." ”

"Sir, student Xu Ming'er has gained something, please correct the two gentlemen." The first person to complete the question was none other than Xu Ming'er, who was known as the first talented woman in Jiangnan, "The wine has not been opened, and the sentence has not been cut, and the spring is looking for spring to ask for the wax to Penglai." Don't ask for the dew in the bottle, for the beggar widow outside the plum. Entering the WTO coldly picks red snow and leaves, leaving the dust and incense to cut purple clouds. Who cherishes the poems with thin shoulders, and his clothes are still stained with Buddhist moss. ”

"Entering the WTO and leaving the dust Penglai Buddhist Temple, good poetry and good poetry, it is rare and rare." Although he is not a student of Guozijian, but he is the granddaughter of Xu Shilang, Mr. Zhao is also a student of Xingzhi Academy in his early years, and Mr. Xingzhi studied the Four Books and Five Classics, and entered Hanlin after the imperial examination.

"You are Old Man Xu's granddaughter? Yes, yes, I always heard your grandfather mention you, saying that you are proficient in the mathematical calendar at a young age, it seems that Yu Yu also has some ability in poetry, poetry is good poetry, but for your age, there are less earthly fireworks. "Tao Yuan is an old acquaintance with Xu Guangqi, but Xu Ming'er has just entered Xingzhi Academy and has not yet started classes, and this is the first time Mr. Xingzhi and Xu Ming'er have met.

"Mr. Jiuwen's name, the student has been taught." Xu Ming'er waved at the two gentlemen.

Zhu Youzhen looked at Xu Ming'er, dressed in a white dress, her face was elegant and vulgar, and her posture was beautiful, but her expression was as cold as frost, and she couldn't see joy, anger and sorrow, sure enough, it was not only poetry, but also less fireworks, such a beautiful girl liked gods and Buddhas at a young age, and when she grew up, she was too violent to accompany the ancient Buddha with green lights, Zhu Youzhen thought with some bad taste.

"Sister Ming'er deserves to be the first talented girl in Jiangnan, with you Zhuyu in front, we don't dare to show ugliness." Although Xu Ming'er made such a poem in such a short time, it is not unsurpassable, Mo Shengbai already has a bottom in his heart, and he is still humble on his face.

On the other hand, others, including Wu Zhongting, the first genius of Shidong Academy, were still thinking about it, and some of those who had given up had already begun to line up to throw silver at the donation box.

"Oh? It seems that Mo Gongzi has already gained, and he also asked Mo Gongzi to teach him. Xu Ming'er replied.

Mo Shengbai paced lightly and said in two steps, "The ink marks on the paper are new, and the plum blossoms are the most lovely." I wish to borrow the wind to blow far away, and every door and alley will become spring. ”

"With it, the small courtyard is planted with one or two lines of plums, and the empty shadow is full of clothes. The ice blooms and the snow moon adds white, and the east wind is fragrant every day. Mo Shengbai just finished chanting and didn't wait for anyone to comment Wu Zhongting clapped his hands and received it, and only after reading it did he remember that he was a little excited, as if he was afraid that he would lose it later, he looked at Mo Shengbai apologetically.

"It's okay, just ask the two gentlemen to comment together." It doesn't hurt to say it on the lips, but it is bad luck in my heart, Mo Shengbai's very proud poem is about to be praised but it was inexplicably robbed, and no one can be indifferent.

"These three Yongmei poems, although they are not masterpieces in the world, are all first-class sentences, and they are even better in voice." Mr. Zhao said.

"Wenyan is good, use plum into the painting, use the plum to paint, use the plum to say the spring, rare good poetry." Mr. Xingzhi commented that Wenyan is Zhao Yongzheng's expression.

At this time, Fang Shihong secretly pulled Mo Shengbai's sleeve, Mo Shengbai was Fang Congzhe's protégé, so the two have always been very close, although it was a small action, Mo Shengbai already understood what Fang Shihong meant, and after a little thought, Mo Shengbai took advantage of the opportunity for the two gentlemen to comment and wrote a note and handed it to Fang Shihong.

Fang Shihong took the note and memorized it a few times, then raised his head and said to everyone, "If you don't have talent, you will occupy a song." After a slight pause to give everyone a time to react, he continued: "The apricot curtain beckons guests to drink, and there is a mountain villa in sight." Lingjing goose water, mulberry elm swallow beam. A wisp of spring leeks is green, and ten miles of rice flowers are fragrant. There is no hunger in the prosperous world, so why be busy with farming and weaving. ”

Everyone was shocked, no matter how you look at this poem, it doesn't match the young master who is singing and dancing, and even Mr. Xingzhi doesn't know how to comment, praise it, it doesn't match others, depreciate, it doesn't match its poem.

"Good poetry and good poetry, there are long-term and near-sighted, dynamic and static, humanistic and idealistic, even better than Shengbai." Mr. Zhao clapped his hands and praised Fang Shihong as his student.

At this time, only Zhu Youzhen snorted out of place, which was very clear in this quiet schoolhouse.

"You're so rude, but you can't look at my poems?" Fang Shihong looked at the man who snorted.

"Does this boy have a different opinion? Let's hear it. Zhao Siye's old face was red by this snort, and he glared at this uninteresting kid angrily.

"I have heard that Fang Gongzi wants to buy an orchid for 300,000 taels of silver, and he is really an elegant person, and his hobby is also elegant poetry, it seems that Fang Gongzi has been working hard in the elegant place for a long time and does not know the hardships of the world, I have two capitals and thirteen provinces in the Ming Dynasty, and now there are five provinces affected, nearly half of the people in the Ming Dynasty are not clothed and hungry, and the main purpose of today's Xingzhi Academy is to raise donations, Fang Gongzi actually has a feeling of no hunger in the prosperous world, and it is really a frozen bones on the stinky road of Zhumen wine and meat, I don't know if Fang Gongzi can have the question that the people of Shanxi have no rice to eat, why not eat minced meat? Zhao Siye, I don't know if my analysis is correct? "Who doesn't know the hobby of Liufang Shihong Lianbahutong, but this long-term hard work in the place of elegance is an opportunity to be ironic.

"You...... Hmph, if you are quick to speak, please ask Zhu Gongzi to make a masterpiece. Although Fang Shihong doesn't know how to learn, he still knows the joke of "why not eat minced meat".

Zhao Yongzheng didn't answer, the old man who answered at this time was a slap in the face, and with Fang Shihong's apprentice taking the lead, he was happy to watch the play.

Zhu Youzhen also admitted that the poem is a good poem, and the sentence is a good sentence, but it is just out of place, especially in this year, he has an inexplicable anger when he hears this kind of poem, but this poem is not written by Fang Shihong, it is obviously Mo Shengbai's masterpiece, and he can make two masterpieces in such a short time, Zhu Youzhen also has to admire this person's talent.

As the saying goes, if you are familiar with 300 Tang poems, you will not be able to compose poems and chant them. Zhu Youzhen is familiar with not only Tang poems, but also poems hundreds of years after the end of the Ming Dynasty, and he can casually chant a few poems about spring and plum without even thinking about it, "Creation is silent but affectionate, and every time it is cold, spring is born." Thousands of red and purple are arranged, just waiting for the first sound of spring thunder. I don't know if Fang Gongzi is still satisfied? ”

"Sitting alone in the pond is like a tiger, and the spirit is nourished under the green poplar tree. If I don't speak first in the spring, which insect dares to make a sound. I wonder what Fang Gongzi thinks? If you want to hear this kind of poem, I will sing ten or eight poems to you, but the master disdains it. Zhu Youzhen means that he disdains to plagiarize future generations, but in Fang Shihong's ears, he disdains to listen to him, which is naked contempt, but the two poems are judged from top to bottom, and these two poems are both works of the top, even if Mo Shengbai is not as good, Fang Shihong is not an opponent, what is a famous sentence through the ages, this is.

Zhu Youxiao is like looking at a monster, when did Xiao Wu become so talented? The cold Xu Ming'er also looked at this person, from this person came in, I thought this was a person like Zhu Ying'an, I didn't expect to have this kind of talent, these two poems made Xu Ming'er, who had a high opinion of herself, a little ashamed, and couldn't help but look at it twice, this young man of the same age as himself looked a little delicate, but between his eyebrows he could faintly see some perseverance and old age that did not match this age, saying that this person was not pretending to be stable and not like, saying that he was not pretending to be not like it, which made people a little incomprehensible, With these two poems, I am afraid that after today, Zhu Wu's name will spread all over the capital.

With these two poems in front, there are more people queuing up to raise donations, Liu Jifen, Zhao Quan, Gao Sheng, and Gao Han have all invested silver in the donation box, Zhu Youzheng wanted to step forward, but he heard a person hurriedly coming in from outside the door, panting and saying, "Oh no, no, the courtyard is right, there is a fight outside." ”