After thinking about it for a while, this errand was not pretty, only Shen Kang'er had some gains. He smiled to himself, this kid is really a ghost, a rare baby bump.

Riding a horse to a hutong in Dongshun Gate, I saw a small sedan chair with blue curtains parked in the middle of the alley, and a person walked down from the sedan chair, blocking the angry horse in the middle of the road.

Gao Nu took a closer look, but it was Shen Liangcai who was in the matter. He was a military attaché with a humble official position. On the other hand, although Shen Liangcai's official position is not high, he is in the middle of the matter, but he has the authority to inspect the mistakes of the six departments and hundreds of officials, and can also serve as an examiner for the imperial examinations at all levels of the township examination and the general examination. There are only seven products, but they can participate in court meetings and court pushes, which shows the weight of their powers.

Suddenly seeing Shen Liangcai, Gao was angry and puzzled, turned over and dismounted to salute, and then asked, "Lord Shen, what is your business?" ”

Shen Liangcai raised his hand and asked Gao to say angrily: "Please ask Mr. Gao to pass through the mansion, and don't shirk it." ”

Gao angrily hesitated for a moment, thinking in his heart that he hadn't done anything, this person came to find him, probably for the Nanyang Yu case.

I don't know which important minister in the court has been secretly involved, and he can't say that he wants to set off a party dispute, so he doesn't want to be involved, so he only said: "I have been running around for a few days, and now I am physically and mentally exhausted, and I don't know what is going on with God, can I allow him to go back to his house to rest for a while and then go to the meeting?" ”

The corners of Shen Liangcai's mouth twitched, if he hadn't "blocked" him here, he would have escaped. said that he couldn't let him go, and Shen Liangcai was also a person with an anxious personality, so without saying a word, he grabbed Gao Rong's sleeve and said with a smile: "Gao Zongqi is running around and working hard, and the official naturally knows, but my house has already set up a banquet, so why should Gao Zongqi go to order something." ”

Gao angrily shouted for help in his heart, these civil officials had twisted stomachs, and they didn't know what to do, but now they couldn't escape no matter what, so they had to smile bitterly and said: "It's okay to go without blame, Lord Shen let go, let go..."

Far away in the small mountain village of Xiping County, Runing Prefecture, there is no sense of the treacherous situation at all, and no one cares about the high temple.

In the quiet ink studio, Liu Yuan sat in the small pavilion, his fingers slowly rubbed along the teacup, he turned his eyes to look at the cluster of withered plum trees, and said slowly: "Three, hundred, thousand, you have both mastered, Xunmeng Pun sentence can be regarded as reading through, if you can understand and interpret every sentence, the sub-history of the scriptures through." The rest seems to be "Sexual Character Training", "Famous Sages", "Thousands of Poems" in the future, slowly and gradually, today is the twilight of winter, and after a while the ice and snow will melt, I can't see such a refreshing world. For the teacher, I will give you a stick of incense, and each of you will compose a poem in winter, snow or plum. ”

When he had said this, his servants came up with the censer. A stick of incense is about half an hour, that is, an hour, which can be regarded as a test.

Shen Kang and the others bowed over and replied in unison: "Yes." ”

The words fell, and the two of them thought about it separately, and Shen Chang knew that Shen Kang could compose poetry, so he didn't worry about him at all. But himself, two months ago, was a country boy running around the mountains, although he learned a lot of things, can he really write poems?

Shen Kang raised his eyes to look at him, turned his gaze, held the right cuff with his left hand, wrote down a few words with a pen in his right hand, and took advantage of Liu Yuan's inattention, crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it on Shen Chang's table.

Shen Chang's heart tightened at the moment, Xiao San helped? Cheating is not good after all.

Seeing that he hesitated, Shen Kang squeezed his eyebrows and motioned for him to open it and take a look. Shen Chang quietly raised his eyes to look at Liu Yuan, and hurriedly opened the paper ball.

"Dare to compare with the sky."

Shen Chang looked at the upright small words on the paper, couldn't help but smile, turned his eyes to look at him, and nodded slightly.

Shen Kang breathed a long sigh of relief and made a mouth shape, "Meditation, contemplation." ”

Shen Chang felt impulsive, raised his eyebrows, and straightened his chest, indicating that he was not afraid.

Only then did Shen Kang retract his gaze and stare in contemplation.

Chinese have a long love for plum blossoms, and from ancient times to the present, there are not 3,000 but 2,000 poems on plums, right?

There are familiar ones: a few plums in the corner, Ling Han opened it alone. There are also few people who know about it: the cold pink snow goes to the WTO, and the dust and fragrance cut the purple clouds.

There is a written appearance: Yan Feifei. Snow Feifei. Snow piled up on the plum branches. There are also bones written: the jade bones are melancholy and misty, and the ice posture has its own fairy wind.

Some write about joy and sorrow, and it is not easy to appear less mediocre in the poems of these sages.

He thought to himself, in Liu Yuan's courtyard, there are fields and flower beds, but there are plums, but only one is planted in the corner. So he probably loves Dumei, does this Dumei also represent his state of mind?

I also thought that the teacher was about to leave, and the day of goodbye was unknown, and I felt a deep sorrow in my heart and a lingering reluctance.

On this side, Shen Chang put pen to paper and sketched, after all, he transcribed an article, and seeing that Shen Kang had not started writing for a long time, he couldn't help but be a little anxious.

Liu Yuan said indifferently: "When it's done, I'll read it and listen to it." ”

"Yes." Shen Chang presented the rice paper to Liu Yuan, knelt upright, bowed his hand, and slowly chanted, "Wangxue." ”

"The shadow of the exquisite mountain is in the courtyard, and the window is noisy. Thousands of miles of snow are flying, and the iron hooves are cold at night. ”

Liu Yuan's eyes had a hint of surprise in them, and they slowly lit up. A village boy who has only been enlightened for two months can write the scenery clearly, and also bring three points of worry about the country and the people, it must be said that Shen Chang's jade is amazing.

The first sentence of whose courtyard shows that he is in the wall, and the second sentence is a frightened magpie, turning the scene around, and people can't help but think, in the small courtyard, why are the birds frightened? Immediately after the third sentence, thousands of miles of snow are flying, and the word "leap" is really the finishing touch, which simply brings the scene of heavy snow to life.

People learned that it was a sudden heavy snow that startled the birds. Until the fourth sentence, when the iron hooves stepped on the pass, it was cold at night, ah, it turned out to be the war in the north, which not only startled the birds, but also made the poet feel deeply worried.

Liu Yuan sighed, it is really good to have such a mind at such a young age, and it is not in vain that he taught them so carefully.

He raised his eyes to look at Shen Kang, wondering how could this kid be slower than Shen Chang?

At this time, Shen Kang put down the pen, but after a few breaths, he put the manuscript on the paper.

He didn't want to compete with Shen Chang for priority, and letting him properly help cultivate his self-confidence, and there was nothing to lose to himself.

He gave the paper to Liu Yuan with both hands, and then chanted: "Heavy white frost bullies the red snow, and the dark fragrance lingers on the winding path." The three lanes of the diffuse bomb store the ice heart, and carry the branches across the Zhumen. ”

The clever way of writing is that the whole poem does not mention the words of what is written, but it gives people an idea of what is written.

Shen Kang uses hoarfrost to bully the red snow, abstractly expressing the white snowflakes falling on the red plum in winter, and then writing the scenery alive with a winding path and dark fragrance.

The third sentence, playing the three lanes, refers to the first time Wang Huizhi and Huan Yi met, and the two did not know each other to play the song plum blossom three lanes, which brought the sympathy and wild grandeur to the paper, and added a little color to the poem.

In the last sentence, a plum blossom standing proudly in frost crosses the big family of Zhumen, and it is unswerving in the frost, what kind of heart is this.

Zhumen, Zhumen? The small Xiannan Village, where did Zhu Menzhi say?