Next to the student dormitory of Yangzhou Academy, there is a small square for teachers and students to rest and play, and there are bamboo forests, rockeries, flowers and plants, stone tables, stone benches and pavilions in the small square...... and so on.

Early in the morning, a few students sat in the pavilion, shouting and shouting, and the quiet atmosphere of this place was broken.

"Come, come, come, see...... Look, how is this poem written? A student wearing a black and white shirt took out a scroll and slowly unfolded it, and the three ink characters "Ding Fengbo" were written on the right side of the scroll, and the penmanship was neat and rigorous.

A few students next to him came over and read the song "Fixing the Storm" word by word, and after reading it, these students were slightly stunned at first, and no one made a sound...... After a brief silence, there was applause.

"Good! It's really good! "Someone applauded.

"Senior brother, what's so good about this poem?" There are also people who don't understand it.

"Who is afraid? …… A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life. This sentence is really high! I'm afraid I won't be able to write such a good sentence in my lifetime. Presumably, the person who wrote the lyrics must have been an old man of learning...... to have such a broad mind. A thin student pointed to the scroll and said in a loud voice.

"Haha, you guessed wrong. It was a young scholar who wrote this poem. At most, he will be twenty-one or twelve years old this year. The student in the black and white shirt took over.

"Young scholars? Ho An, what do you mean...... Have you seen this writer with your own eyes? So who is he? Where? Tell me about it. The thin student asked.

The one wearing the black and white shirt was He An, two mornings ago, he met Song Ting who was running on the street, and he couldn't apprentice, so he spent a tael of silver to buy this song "Fixing the Storm". In the past two days, I have been regarded as a treasure, and I put it on my pillow to read it carefully, and the more I read it, the more I feel that this poem is written profoundly. Early this morning, I finally couldn't help but show off to my classmates.

He An slowly put away the scroll proudly, sneered, and then answered the thin student's question: "I don't know who he is, but he is only twenty-one or twelve years old, but I have seen it with my own eyes." Also, he gave it to me with his own hands. ”

He An's face was full of pride, which made the other people feel a little uncomfortable, so someone deliberately asked: "How did he give it to you with his own hands?" When, when, and where...... Tell me more about it. ”

He An's face was still proud, and he told these people about buying poems from Song Ting that morning, but he would never admit that he was buying poems, only saying that they met on the street, and Song Ting wrote poems as gifts, and Song Ting wrote them. Speaking of this paragraph, it is natural that the eyebrows are flying, adding oil and vinegar.

"His name is Song Ting?" After He An finished speaking, some students asked.

"Well, his name is Song Ting, and his name is Chaozhong." He Andao.

"So young, so talented, and have no relatives or reasons for you, why should I write poems for you?" The thin student asked.

"This, this ......" He An was really asked, as if he was choked and speechless.

"You can't steal it, do you?" As soon as these words came out, everyone stared at He An with scrutiny.

Being stared at like this, He An'an's body was cold and numb, so he had to honestly explain how to go to Yunxiang Courtyard, how he saw Song Ting write "Fixing the Storm" to win the first place, and how to buy poems with one or two silver.

"What are you arguing about?" Just as He An was talking about the end, an old man in his fifties suddenly walked straight from the moon gate, wearing a cyan round-necked and large-sleeved official uniform, and a cyan leather belt around his waist.

"Yang Xuezheng is here......"

When He An and the other students saw the old man coming, they immediately looked at each other, and invariably took out a green book from their arms, and shook their heads together: "Zi said: Learn and learn from time to time, don't you also say (yue)?" It's a pleasure to have friends from afar......"

That old man is the school of Yangzhou Academy, don't underestimate this small school, but he is also a nine-grade official, and he has the power to implement school rules and test school discipline.

In addition to this Xuezheng identity, this "Yang Xuezheng" also has another identity...... That's right, he is the first poet in Yangzhou, known as the "Crane Poet". The title of "crane poet" is named because his poems often have the words fairy and crane.

Yang Kui's personality is known to everyone in the academy. This person is famous, arrogant, and implements the rules of the hospital, and he is even more selfless, no matter whose son you are, you will be correct. Many of the students who have been punished have said behind their backs that he "has a real talent and a really bad temper...... However, the parents of these handsome boys seem to like Yang Kui, and try their best to send their children to Yang Kui's door. But Yang Kui didn't accept these gentlemen, only a few children from poor families with good talents, and one of his disciples passed the exam, which made the parents of the students look at him with admiration.

It was precisely because of Yang Kui's temperament that when he saw him coming, a cadre in the pavilion pretended to read.

Yang Kui walked into the pavilion in three or two steps, and saw through the ghost tricks of these students at a glance, he walked straight to He An's side, at this moment He An was sitting on the stone chair in the pavilion, the scroll was put aside by him, when he peeked at it, but saw Yang Kui was also staring at his scroll with a solemn face, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Yang Kui had actually heard the conversation of He An and the others earlier, and when he looked at this scroll, he deliberately asked in a deep voice, "He An?" What's that pair of yours? ”

"I didn't ...... Nothing, Yang Xuezheng. He An broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.

"Humph!" I only heard Yang Kui snort coldly, and his voice suddenly raised a few points: "Open it and show me."

"Yes...... Learn to be a good man. He An was so frightened by Yang Kui's majesty that his hands and feet trembled at this time, and he shook his hand to open the scroll......

Seeing his slow appearance, Yang Kui couldn't help but snort angrily, snatched the scroll over, shook his hand, and the scroll unfolded from top to bottom......

Yang Kui picked up the lower end with his other hand and glared at He An, who looked like a shrinking turtle at this time, before he looked at the contents of the scroll......

He An peeked at Yang Kui's reading of "Fixing the Storm", and the scroll just blocked Yang Kui's face, but found that Yang Kui's hands were trembling imperceptibly......

After a while, Yang Kui seemed to have finished reading the whole word of "Fixing the Storm", suffocated slightly, closed his eyes and exhaled, and suddenly saw him slam the scroll to the ground, and stepped on it with his foot, while stepping on it, spit out a star on his mouth: "A bad word!" It's just a bad song! Early in the morning, I discussed here for half a day, what is there to discuss! It's just a bad song!! ”

I didn't expect Yang Kui to have such a big reaction, and for a while, you look at me and I look at you, I don't know what to do......

Only He An knelt on the ground, holding Yang Kui's feet with both hands, and cried bitterly: "Master Xuezheng!" That's what I bought! I bought it...... You've just bypassed the students...... Gakumasa-sama ......"

With a bang, a piece of silver fell to the ground, and when He An went to see the ingot of silver, he only heard the voice that was getting farther and farther overhead: "Isn't it just a broken word!" What's the big deal! You spent a tael to buy it, and I will pay you two taels! ”

He An was still teary-eyed, raised his head, Yang Kui's figure was gone, he sobbed and picked up the scroll that was covered with footprints and had been tattered, his nose twitched, and he looked very pitiful......

Several students in the pavilion looked at him sympathetically, and when they saw Yang Kui walking away, someone picked up the ingot of silver for him, stuffed it into his hand, and comforted him softly: "He An, don't cry, it's not you who suffers in his hands......"

"Yes, who doesn't know Yang Xuezheng's stinky temper?" Someone whispered in agreement.

"You say, why did Yang Xuezheng step on this poem?" Someone whispered.

"Is this poem really as unbearable as he said?"

"In my opinion, he couldn't write such good words himself. It must have been out of jealousy......"

"But Yang Xuezheng is the first in Yangzhou poetry, he really can't write such good words?"

"That's hard to say, if you look at this sentence 'a cloud of smoke and rain is his life', I dare to guarantee that with his stinky temper, he will definitely not be able to write it."

"That's what you mean...... Is there a more powerful poet than Yang Xuezheng in Yangzhou? ”

"It's hard to say......"

…

In the afternoon of the same day, Yangzhou South Ferry.

Boats of all sizes were moored in the water, and the sky was drizzling, and there were very few pedestrians, so the fisherman hastily collected his nets and took refuge in the docks, where the boats were tied up by ropes and swung with the rushing tide......

In the distance, a long and wide ship of about three zhang and white sails in the wind came from afar, the hull of the ship is not gorgeous, but it gives people a sense of grandeur.

On the dock there were four women holding umbrellas, two of them dressed in plain clothes, holding black umbrellas, dressed as maids, each carrying a leather suitcase; Among the other two women, one of them was wearing a moon-white skirt and holding a white oil-paper umbrella, holding the hand of the last woman in red, who was carrying a burden on her shoulders and dressed up.

The rain became heavier, the rain splashed mud, staining the skirt corners of the moon-white skirt, Bai Qiuyan pulled out her hand from under Hua Yingying's armpit, holding the skirt in one hand and the oil umbrella in the other, and complained in her mouth: "This spring, it's also strange, it's always raining."

Hua Yingying took a Jinpa and wiped the rain that fell on her face, and then complained: "This rain has made all the makeup on my face." Qiu Yan, can you help me take a look, am I wearing a lot of makeup? As he spoke, he turned his face to Bai Qiuyan.

Bai Qiuyan's face was full of smiles: "It's good-looking, Yingying is the best-looking."

Hua Yingying smiled, and then showed a little sadness and loneliness, lowered her head and said, "Qiu Yan...... I didn't expect that I was just you. ”

Bai Qiuyan understood the meaning of her words, and said with relief: "If it weren't for the rain, all the sisters would have come to see you off."

"It's okay......" Hua Yingying suddenly stopped, suddenly turned over and hugged Bai Qiuyan, and sobbed quietly: "Qiuyan, I'm afraid we won't see each other again......"

"It's okay, it's okay, after we arrive in Jinzhou, we can still exchange letters...... Bai Qiuyan patted the shoulder of this good sister who had been with her for seven years, and as she spoke, she also followed with red eyes, and dropped a few tears: "Yingying, when you get over there, you have to eat and sleep well, and you can't wronged yourself...... Now that you are married to a good husband, many sisters have never been able to ask for a blessing in ten lifetimes. As he spoke, tears wet his eyelashes, looking pitiful.

"Yingying," Bai Qiuyan's cheeks were already moist, Qiong's nose twitched, and then said, "Do you remember the first time we met?" It was also raining, and I was huddled under the eaves of the corner of the street that day, and I hadn't eaten for several days, and you came to see me and asked me whose child I was......" Speaking of this, she burst into tears and laughed: "I looked at you, and you are just a child......"

"Remember, I remember......" Hua Yingying cried loudly, and the two maids who followed behind were also very infected, their eyes were red, and they wanted to cry.

The two hugged and cried for a while, and then reluctantly parted, at this time, the sound of the waves brought by the boat hitting the river gradually approached, and the sound of the rain, boom and boom -

Soon, the big ship docked on the shore, and "Wang Gongzi" disembarked with several servants, walked up to Hua Yingying, took her hand, and took her away.

Hua Yingying got on the boat with "Wang Gongzi" and waved to Bai Qiuyan, who was still holding an umbrella at the pier: "Qiuyan, let's go goodbye, there will be a period later!"

Bai Qiuyan waved her hand: "Yingying, take care!" There will be a period later! ”

Before I knew it, two lines of clear tears fell on my face......