"Mr. Yushan"?

It's a familiar name.

When Ji Qingwen heard these four words, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at it, but saw that this "Mr. Yushan" who was talking to the old bustard Ma Xianglan was a shriveled old man in his fifties and sixties, but his face was very familiar......

Ji Qingwen searched in his memory for a long time, and then remembered the identity of this "Mr. Yushan" - isn't he Qian Qianyi of the Donglin Party?

I only heard Ma Xianglan complimented him again: "Mr. Yu Shan is the leader of Donglin, the leader of the literary world, I can come to the small shop today to try my skills, the small shop is really shining!"

As she spoke, she straightened up again and said to everyone, "Everyone, everyone. Mr. Yu Shan's poems must stand out from the crowd...... I don't know which one still has great advice, if not, then the leader of today's fighting poems can be regarded as Mr. Yu Shan's......"

Ji Qingwen couldn't help it when he heard this, got up and asked, "Mr. Qian Shouzhi (Qian Qianyi's character), aren't you serving as a waiter in the imperial court?" Why did you have time to run to Suzhou? ”

Qian Qianyi was also stunned when he heard this, and saw that the person who spoke was Ji Qingwen who had offended him, so he immediately regained his calm, put on the style of a great master in the literary world, and said: "The old man is old and frail, and he can't drive away, and the saint is merciful and allows Zhishi, so he just came here to enjoy the mountains and rivers." How is it? What advice does Master Ji have? ”

What advice can Ji Qingwen have?

He wanted to accuse Qian Qianyi, as an official of the imperial court, of going to a brothel to compare poems and words with prostitutes, which hurt the dignity of the court - but Qian Qianyi has retired and returned home, and now he is not an official, but Ji Qingwen himself is the emperor's hand-picked Wupin Qincha.

He suddenly remembered that Liu Ruyi, who was dressed as a man and a woman, seemed to have expressed his appreciation and admiration for Qian Qianyi more than once, so Qian Qianyi, the leader of Donglin and a model of moral admiration, deigned to come to this place like "Qianyun Tower", nine times out of ten, it was for Liu Ru is stunning woman.

As soon as he thought of this, Ji Qingwen suddenly felt a sense of jealousy in his heart.

When Ji Qingwen was thinking nonsense and silent, Qian Qianyi had already stood up and said, "Boss, since Master Ji has no advice, please take me to see Liu Ru is girl's demeanor!"

When Ji Qingwen heard this, he didn't know where he got the courage, and blurted out: "Wait, I also have a poem, which is better than Mr. Qian Shouzhi's......"

Before he finished speaking, there was laughter in the atrium, and immediately someone said, "Your Excellency, your mouth is too loud!" Do you know who this Mr. Qian is? If his poems and articles are called second, I am afraid that few people in the world will dare to call them first! ”

Of course, Ji Qingwen knows Qian Qianyi's literary brilliance; And he also knows that he has a few drops of ink in his stomach - the poems written indiscriminately cannot be compared with Qian Qianyi in any way.

The so-called urgency makes wisdom, Ji Qingwen suddenly had a ghost idea, and hurriedly ordered Huang Degong next to him to go out and walk in the weaving workshop by the "Qianyun Tower", and he tried his best to suppress a worried heart in his chest, and pretended to sit calmly in his seat.

Over there, Qian Qianyi was not ashamed to hear Ji Qingwen's words, but he was also a little curious, and slowly sat down, with a sarcastic expression on his face, and said, "Oh? It is said that Lord Ji has a lot of business skills, and he has made military achievements in pacifying the people, but unexpectedly, his literary talent is also extremely outstanding. Such a great talent with both civil and military skills, in the end of the Ming Dynasty, there are only two people, Yu Qian, Shaobao, and Mr. Yangming, Wang Shouren. Unexpectedly, Lord Ji Qingwen was also so talented...... That's really a blessing for the community and a blessing for all the people! ”

As soon as he finished his teasing words, there was another burst of laughter in the atrium.

That Ma Xianglan knew Ji Qingwen's identity, although she didn't believe that he could write better poems than Qian Qianyi, but she didn't want to offend him easily, so she squatted down to Qian Qianyi, slowly walked to Ji Qingwen's side, and asked with a smile: "If you have any good poems, you might as well read them out and listen to them." Even if it is not as good as Mr. Qian, it is naturally much better than these spectators! ”

Ma Xianglan's words are considered to be in advance, and she has given Ji Qingwen enough face - she can have such emotional intelligence, no wonder she can start from a prostitute and open Qinglou brothels in Nanjing and Suzhou one after another.

But what she didn't expect was that Ji Qingwen, a code farmer who traveled from later generations, wrote poems that were unforgettable, and Qian Qianyi's back was quite inferior to those onlookers who said cool words.

Therefore, I saw that Ji Qingwen's not handsome face was flushed, and under the stimulation of the instantaneous adrenaline, he finally let go of all his face and opened his mouth to chant:

"It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight.

There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit. ”

He finished reading the poem with a pimple, and the atrium fell silent for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter much louder than the previous ones:

"Hey, isn't this Li Yishan's (Li Shangyin) poem "Untitled"?"

"Isn't it? My four-year-old son can memorize this poem, and he can memorize it much more fluently than him! ”

"Humph! This Ji Qingwen has never been in anyone's eyes, and he must have deliberately read this poem to tease us. ”

…………

At this time, even the old bustard Ma Xianglan's face was a little unbearable, and said: "Lord Ji, your poem is indeed a good poem, but it's a pity that ......"

As he was talking, he saw Huang Degong holding a box with both hands, walked quickly to Ji Qingwen, gently put the box on the table, wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with his sleeve, and said, "Boss, I moved the things for you, did you make a mistake?" ”

When Ji Qingwen heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, nothing happened, nothing happened." Huang Degong, you take out the contents of the box and show it to you. ”

Huang Degong agreed, and with an extremely rare gentle movement, he opened the lid on the box, and then brought the treasure hidden in the box to the table in the same way.

I saw that Huang Degong brought out something bright and clear, and every time he took it out, it attracted a burst of envy from everyone - this emotion was repeated six times before Huang Degong stopped what he was doing, but saw that six Western table clocks had been placed on the table in front of him.

These table clocks, large and small, are gilded with gold and inlaid with precious stones, and they all make the sound of "ticking" and "ticking" the seconds hand, as if an invisible hand is directing them to make such a beautiful movement.

As the second hand continues to beat, the time passes slowly, and before you know it, it has reached 12 o'clock in the afternoon.

The clocks seemed to be conscious, and when they saw the time, they immediately moved at the same time—the lid directly above them was lifted, and seven or eight small birds popped up, singing and flying in circles; Some open a small door from the base, and a band slides out of the door, playing instruments that are very different from the Jiangnan silk and bamboo style; The bottom of another was fully opened, revealing a palm-sized pond with five or six droplets of water high or low......

The spectators, who were still in admiration, couldn't help but stand up and try to stretch their necks to watch this rare Western scenery, until seven or eight minutes had passed, when these organs had returned to their original state, and everyone slowly sat back in their seats amid a wave of praise.

Seeing this, Ji Qingwen showed a smug expression on his face, but asked Ma Xianglan: "Old bustard, let me ask you, is my poem just now good?" ”

As he spoke, he said in an extremely low voice: "If you are willing to help me, you can choose any of the six grandfather clocks to ......."

These grandfather clocks are all high-quality goods that Ji Qingwen has purchased from the merchants in the past few months, and they are also rare treasures in Europe in the place of origin.

That Ma Xianglan is a knowledgeable person, and when she raised her eyes, she knew that these table clocks were worth a lot of money, each of them was worth at least 3,000 to 5,000 taels of silver......

And Ji Qingwen's hint is also extremely obvious: as long as Ma Xianglan loosens his mouth and says that his poem is the best, so that Ji Qingwen can go to see Liu Ruis alone.

In fact, this is not a difficult thing, as long as the old bustard Ma Xianglan opens his mouth, even if Ji Qingwen reads any crooked poem casually, with his three-inch incorruptible tongue, he can still blow it to the sky - but he was too disagreeable just now, and he actually read out Li Shangyin's popular "Untitled", which makes people unable to praise it......