Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alleys.

The night of wind and rain did not seem to change anything, and the sun rose the next day as usual, shining on the land. Yesterday's hazy weather was swept away, only the withered peach blossoms in the courtyard, and the ruined red, leaving traces of last night's storm.

Li Qian woke up early in the morning, the high fever subsided last night, and his body recovered a lot, but he was still a little weak, which was the price of not exercising. Of course, this is not entirely the reason, after all, the illness comes like a mountain, and the illness goes like a thread, although the wind and cold are not a serious illness, but it will not get better so quickly.

Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, even in this deep courtyard, you can faintly hear some of the bustle outside. However, Li Qian is not a person who likes to join in the fun, and he has always looked down on festivals, so he should belong to the ------ dispensable type.

It's just that he promised Yang Qing and Shen Tianyou yesterday, so today he also planned to go to the Qiantang River to have a look, take a walk, and see the dragon boat race or something, but unfortunately the two little girls refused to let them go.

In this era, large families also pay more attention to the disease of wind and cold, perhaps they feel that the lives of the rich are more valuable, and they will focus on taking care of a little illness and disaster.

Li Qian doesn't sleep in the main house, although it is the upper room, which is usually used as the master's bedroom, but he just doesn't like it very much. In his previous life, he was used to living in high-rise buildings, and suddenly he lived on the first floor, he couldn't sleep at night, and he always felt that something was missing------ it seems, that is something called a sense of security?

So when he returned to Hangzhou, whether it was in the village or the house here, he moved to live in a small two-story building in the east wing.

Leaning on the beauty leaning on the side of the corridor, Li Qian looked boredly at the bare flower branches in the courtyard, and quietly launched a ------ cough, which should be thinking about life.

"Young master, it's time for breakfast."

Zijin came up early with a plate and whispered in Li Qian's ear before he came back to his senses. And Zipei, who followed behind her, went straight into the room and quickly took out a game of chess.

Both of them don't look very good, the dark circles under their eyes are very heavy------ and they can't get better if they take care of themselves all night. Zipei was better, and she couldn't help but doze off in the second half of the night, and then asked her sister to send her back to her room to sleep, while Zijin stayed awake all night in front of the bed, more attentive than the little daughter-in-law who had just passed the door.

Li Qian was also a little unbearable, after all, these were just two teenage girls, so he said softly: "You didn't sleep well last night, let's go and rest quickly after breakfast." ”

The two shook their heads stubbornly, Zipei looked at him and smiled: "Young master, are you very bored, people play chess with you, right?" ”

"You?"

Li Qian couldn't help but chuckle, Zipei's chess skills were too stinky, he had played a few games with her before, so that half of her cars and horses could still win------ which made the little girl unhappy for a while, and shouted that she would never play chess with the young master again.

Zijin's chess skills are good, but they are much worse than Li Qian, whether it is Go or chess, so they are also lacking in interest in playing, and Li Qian rarely plays against her.

Playing chess is such a thing, chess is only interesting when you meet opponents, and it is really boring to simply crush all the way. It's like a game I've played before, opening an invincible plug-in and pushing it all the way, even if it makes you clear the level, it's boring, and it will feel like too much time.

"Forget it, after breakfast, I'll play the piano for you." Li Qian waved his hand, and ate a few exquisite snacks made by Zijin himself, and did not forget to share a small meat dumpling by himself. "Eat, eat together."

Zi Pei was excited for a while when he heard this, the young master's piano skills are actually very good, although they are not as skilled as those who are proficient in performing arts, but he is also a rare good player in the piano, but since the old lady died, he rarely stroked the piano anymore.

However, for the food handed over by Li Qian, the two of them pushed back and said, "Young Master, we have eaten it early." ”

"I'll eat a little more after eating, I don't taste good when I eat it by myself------"

Li Qian said vaguely as he stuffed food into his mouth. Being sick is very energy-intensive, and he can't remember when he doesn't see food, but he really feels hungry at this time.

This house is usually taken care of by subordinates, not only Li Qian and the two maids live, so after eating, Zipei, who was excited, hurriedly ordered someone to move Zhang Qin's case, and Zijin personally went to pick up Yaoqin, which Li Qian had not used for many years.

The guqin is made of very precious golden silk nanmu, and the carved pattern is very exquisite, and the luster is like gold and non-gold, and it is extraordinary at a glance.

The memory in his mind told him that it was given to him by Li Qian's mother who died of illness, and he had always regarded it as a treasure------ of course it was indeed a treasure, it was said to be a famous piano from the Southern Song Dynasty, which was priceless. As for why the mother who had never met had such a thing, Li Qian did not know.

Sit down behind the case, pluck the strings first, and find a feeling.

In his previous life, he didn't know much music, even if it was completely integrated with Li Qian's memory, and suddenly he had such a skill, it was impossible to operate it skillfully immediately. Moreover, the original Li Qian has really abandoned his piano skills for a few years, and it is inevitable that he will feel a little rusty.

After getting used to it, he held his breath, calmed his mood, and played according to the score in his memory.

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Hangzhou customs, every year during the Dragon Boat Festival, the Qiantang River will hold a dragon boat race, nine counties men participate in it, on the wide river to have a lively competition. In addition, there will also be a dry dragon boat in the city, that is, carrying the dragon boat around the city, beating gongs and drums, and it is very lively.

This is an officially sponsored event, so the organizer Qiantang County Yaxia invited to post, basically Hangzhou local gentry and celebrities, rich businessmen------ there is no doubt about this, although the status of businessmen is not high, but it is the sponsor of various events, without their donations, where does the government get so much money to enjoy with the people?

Such a grand event, naturally, is indispensable for the participation of talents, and making a few Dragon Boat Festival poems to add a bit of atmosphere to such a festival is also the proper meaning of the title. However, except for a relatively small number of top celebrities, most of the literati could only squeeze down and watch with the ordinary people, and there were not so many seats in the VIP seats.

Shen Wei, as a high-ranking official of Zhishi and a Jinshi, is naturally also invited, and the seat is still next to the prefect, and he is really a figure with a head and face in Hangzhou.

After Shen Tianyou came with him, he waited for a long time and didn't see Li Qian's figure, and he couldn't help but secretly wonder in his heart: "Brother Zhongqing is also a two-rank jinshi, and it is said that he should have received an invitation, why didn't he appear for a long time?" ”

Just as he was thinking about it, he glanced at Yang Qing in the crowd below, and he immediately got up and left the table and walked towards the other party's location.

Here, Yang Qing was also looking for Li Qian, and he also felt strange in his heart, saying that he had decided not to come again temporarily? No, he promised it well yesterday------

"Brother Yang, have you ever seen Brother Zhongqing?"

"Didn't see ------"

Yang Qing shook his head, and was about to send a subordinate to look for him again, but he saw Su He and Zhao Peng coming over. I saw Zhao Peng arch his hand, looked at him and asked with a smile, "Why don't you see Master Li?" There was nothing wrong with the salutation, but there was no sense of respect in his tone.

"Heh, what are you looking for Master Li? Don't you want to have another poetry meeting? Yang Qing didn't have a good impression of these two people, and when he replied coldly, both of them were choked with shame.

Which pot is not opened and which pot is mentioned, this thing is really not authentic, it is simply to expose people's sores and sprinkle salt!

"Yang Qing!"

Su He gritted his teeth and said: "You don't have to be complacent, if it weren't for that Li Zhongqing to support you that day, you wouldn't want to win the Cloud Poetry Society!" If you're brave enough, let's have another competition between students, how about it? ”

The word "student" bites very hard, he is reminding Yang Qing that your poetry club was able to win last time, and it was completely because of the spirit of being faceless and skinless, otherwise we would not have lost.

Yang Qing didn't fall for him, and said with a smile: "Isn't it a competition between the poetry society and the poetry society?" How much does it have to do with the fact that the student or the person is promoted? Could it be that the imperial court looks at poetry and talent? We stopped the Cloud Poetry Society, but we are not as snobbish as you, and we have not stipulated that only students are allowed to join! ”

The two of them couldn't find the words to refute for a while, and they were suddenly so angry that their faces turned red, and they said in their hearts that our poetry club didn't stipulate that Jinshi couldn't join, and the key was that no Jinshi master could look down on it------

After holding it for a long time, Zhao Peng snorted coldly and said, "Didn't you rely on Li Qianshi's talent?" Why didn't you see him come today? Isn't there no goods in his belly, so he can only hide in the county government as a shrinking turtle? ”

Shen Tianyou stood up and said: "Brother Zhongqing is broad-minded, I'm afraid that after he appears, someone will have no face to see people!" ”

Zhao Peng and the others didn't ask for a bargain, and it would be boring to argue any longer, so they had to throw down their sleeves and leave. Looking at their backs, Yang Qing sneered disdainfully: "I really don't know how his head grows, and he dares to run in front of us to show off his power even if he loses the poetry club, it's ridiculous to think about it." ”

Shen Tianyou's mind was not on this, but said with a little emotion: "If Brother Zhongqing doesn't come today, it will be much more boring here, and I want to see more of his masterpieces------"

"Let's look for it again, and I'll ask someone to go to the county government to ask."

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In the crowd not far away, Lin Qiuyun, dressed in a green shirt, led Xiaolan, a maid dressed as a scholar, and looked at the young literati around her while walking. Her gaze seemed casual, but in fact, she only heard Xiaolan ask in a low voice, "Miss, have you seen your uncle?" ”

"No ------" Lin Qiuyun subconsciously replied, and then glared at her fiercely and said, "Who said I was looking for him?" Also, you are not allowed to call him that again! ”

Xiaolan pursed her lips, and said in her heart that your eyes were about to pop out, and she said that she didn't ------ thinking of this, she suddenly had a little trickery in her heart, so she pretended to be puzzled and said: "But------ he was originally an uncle, what is the name of the uncle?" ”

"You ------ begging for a beating!"

Lin Qiuyun patted her forehead lightly as she spoke, and then sped up her pace and walked towards the river, and the maid rubbed her forehead and hurriedly followed.

Today's Qiantang River is indeed very lively, the crowd is very crowded, in addition to the noise of gongs and drums, there is also the sound of people watching the game on the riverbank talking loudly.

Lin Qiuyun actually didn't like to join in this kind of excitement, so she only stopped to watch for a while, then turned around and was about to leave, but inadvertently saw a group of literati surrounded not far away, as if they were fighting poetry.

This kind of thing is very common, every festival, no matter what kind of event is held, the organizer will always vacate a space for those who read books, for poetry competitions, talent collisions, and even often can rub out some gunpowder smell. However, although the loser will not be too convinced, he will still hold his own identity, and it will rarely evolve into a "martial fight" because of this.

"Miss, Miss, let's go over and have a look, shall we? My uncle might be over there. Xiao Lan beside her tugged at her sleeve.

"I told you not to call it that------"

Lin Qiuyun glared at her again, shook his head and said: "He shouldn't run to compete with others for poetry, last time on the shore of West Lake, I heard that he was also provoked by Zhao Peng, so he made the song of Peach Blossom Temple------ now he has already been famous all over the Jiangnan, I believe that no one will be bored and run to challenge him." ”

"But I saw that Young Master Shen and Young Master Yang were also there------"

Xiaolan had just said a word, but when she saw that Lin Qiuyun had already taken steps and walked over there------ she was stunned for a moment, then covered her mouth and snickered: "You still say that you don't care, who are you fooling------