Chapter 8 Looking at the Tide of the Sea

(Recently, the contract editor has been busy, and the contract sent yesterday has not changed the status, and it is estimated that it should be able to be changed today...... I feel like I've set another flag...... )

The prosperity of Hangzhou is not less than Bianliang, the busy streets, the crowds of people coming and going, the willow catkins like smoke drifting across the Xileng broken bridge, the mountain peaks and the layers of pavilions echo each other, constituting the prosperous beauty of the Dongwu metropolis. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The dashing literati and the hunchbacked and obscene old slaves constitute a peculiar picture on the downtown streets. Chen Zhongqing followed Deng Hanlin and the three of them talked and laughed, walking through the bustling and lively bluestone streets. The shops on both sides are selling in an endless stream. Before coming to Hangzhou, he had already inquired about the location of Li Lanting's uncle's mansion, and on the way, he also confirmed to other passers-by that they were on the road to Li's mansion before he was relieved.

People's hearts are not ancient, and they have to fight up the spirit of 120,000 points.

The other three just thought that Chen Zhongqing had never seen the world, and laughed at it in private. regarded Chen Zhongqing's sentence from Bianliang as a boast, but in fact, he was also a scholar who didn't know which town he came from.

Chen Zhongqing just smiled with his back hand, looking left and right, disapproving, looking curious about the countryman entering the city.

The courtyard of the deep house of Li Mansion is located far away from the hustle and bustle of the market, the vermilion gate is closed, and it looks like the grand appearance of the gate lord clan, which is not inferior to the Bianliang official eunuchs.

Deng Hanlin, who was the leader, took a deep breath and knocked on the copper ring on the door.

The closed door was opened, and a guy who looked like a butler poked his head out, glanced impatiently at Deng Hanlin and the other four dressed in clothes, and finally fixed his gaze on the old servant at the bottom of the steps. I generally understood what this group of people were doing, and asked pretendedly, "What is the matter?" ā€

"In Xia Deng Hanlin, I wrote one or two poems, and I wanted to ask Lord Lanting for advice."

After that, he took out the poems of the three of them from his sleeve and respectfully handed them to the other party.

The housekeeper impatiently took the three pieces of rice paper, and left a sentence that the old man was busy and waited. So he closed the door, leaving a group of people standing outside the gate of the gate and waiting.

Deng Hanlin turned his head and shook his head helplessly, "In large families, there are many people who come to offer poems, and they don't have a good impression of us who are unknown scholars, so people have to bow their heads under the eaves." ā€

Chen Zhongqing pursed his lips and did not speak, the letter in his pocket was more effective than poetry, but there was no need to take out his hand at this moment.

Lao Jia, the only one who understood Chen Zhongqing's thoughts, didn't care about the young master's jokes, he still sat on the stone steps, with a weed in his mouth, silently looking at the empty streets, he didn't bother to understand the elegance of these literati and scholars, and even the names were written crookedly.

"Cough~Spit ~"

Thick phlegm sticks to the stone lion at the door. What didn't happen was that the housekeeper just came back, and as soon as he stepped out of the door, he saw Lao Jia spitting.

"You! Licentious! ā€

The butler's face changed when he saw Lao Jia's actions, and the others also followed the eyes of the housekeeper of the Li Mansion to the old servant who was stretching his waist.

Lao Jia also pointed at himself inexplicably, "I, what's wrong with me?" ā€

"You, do you know how precious this stone lion is in the Li Mansion? Can you afford to get dirty? ā€

The housekeeper's anger looked at Lao Jia inexplicably, and immediately shook the bag on his shoulder, and asked with a straight face, "How much is your broken stone worth?" I spit it out, how can you get me? ā€

Seeing that the smell of gunpowder was getting stronger and stronger, Chen Zhongqing hurriedly stepped forward and stopped in front of the two, and apologized to the housekeeper in a low voice, "The servant is negligent in disciplining, it seems that I am wrong, and please look at the faces of several of our visitors, and bear with me." ā€

The butler raised his chin and leaned against the edge of the threshold with his arms crossed, "What are you guys, it's your blessing that Lord Li is willing to meet today, forgive him?" It's okay, kowtow to me three times on the spot, otherwise don't want to cross this threshold. Otherwise, get out of here as soon as possible. ā€

Master Li Lanting casually flipped through a few glances and threw the rice paper aside, and the butler who had figured out the master's mind naturally understood the meaning, and the prestige also depended on the occasion, if he met a talent like Zhuang Yuanlang, he would not dare to do it if he had a hundred guts.

Chen Zhongqing lowered his face and took a step forward, revealing a cold aura in his tone, "It's a bit too much, Lord Butler." ā€

The butler slowly grinded his nails, raised his head and replied with a sneer, "Excessive? He either kowtows, and even more excessive things. ā€

He turned his gaze to the three of them, Sun Ji and Wei Hongshan showed an attitude of staying out of the matter, and moved their eyes to other places without caring about themselves. And Deng Hanlin blinked his eyes and motioned to Chen Zhongqing to stop stimulating the housekeeper.

The atmosphere became stiff, Chen Zhongqing's hand reached into the cuff, ready to take out his father's letter and teach the housekeeper a hard lesson, and when he was about to attack, a gentle voice came from behind him.

"Steward Zhang, forget it, let them in. This old man was also unintentional. A man has gold under his knees, and if he spits a mouthful of phlegm, he won't make people kneel, right? ā€

Chen Zhongqing turned around, a woman wearing an emerald green skirt stood behind her, with a beautiful face, bright eyes and bright teeth, she was very beautiful, with the unique graceful temperament of Jiangnan women between her hands and feet, and she was followed by a watery maid, slowly stepping on the steps with the pace of the young lady.

Chen Zhongqing heard Sun Ji behind him whispering, "That's Li Lanting's daughter Li Ruyan, who is so beautiful." ā€

"I heard that the scholars of Hangzhou are about to break the threshold of the Li Mansion in order to see Fangze."

After seeing the woman, Steward Zhang immediately changed his attitude, and said with a flattering smile, "Okay, everything is according to Miss's instructions, Miss, you go slowly." ā€

After entering the door, the maid followed Li Ruyan's side with a wicked smile, and said with a smile, "Miss, I see that those scholars just now are staring at you." It's a pity that except for the one standing at the end, the other three don't seem to be worthy of the temperament of the young lady. ā€

Li Ruyan stretched out ten fingers of green onions, patted the maid's head, and scolded with a smile, "Xiaoqian, don't mess around." ā€

The maid stuck out her tongue and said with a grin, "Miss is reluctant to beat me." ā€

The figure of Na Na who disappeared at the door gave Chen Zhongqing a step down, and the housekeeper made a way for Chen Zhongqing and the four of them to enter, but Lao Jia was left outside the door, guarding the vermilion door alone.

was led by the housekeeper through the winding corridor to Master Li Lanting's study. The figure with his back to himself is very different from what he recalls in his memory, even the silk and satin can't hide the vicissitudes and vicissitudes of life.

The butler stood outside the door and whispered to the master, "The man has already brought it." ā€

Li Lanting turned around, glanced at the four of them, nodded, pointed to the copper plates on the table, and said casually, "Take it." ā€

Li Lanting's actions hurt people's self-esteem even more than giving alms to beggars,

The faces of the three people present to present the poems suddenly changed, and Master Li waved the wolf's hair, splashed ink on the white rice paper, and said impatiently, "Spring worms and autumn snakes, the words do not reach the meaning, the sentence structure does not work, when did even the cats and dogs in Hangzhou dare to call themselves literati?" It's ridiculous. What 'ten years of sorrow and heartbreak', what 'retreat to the temple and return to the mountains', bullshit, I see you today not because you write well, but I want to advise everyone present a few words, if you don't want to be taken as a joke by the readers in Hangzhou City, next time you finish writing the poems directly into the wastebasket. ā€

Li Lanting sniffed his nose and said to himself, "The mayfly shakes the tree, and it is not self-sufficient." ā€œ

was humiliated by Li Lanting, Deng Hanlin was speechless angrily, Sun Ji and Wei Hongshan's faces were purple, but they were helpless. The Li in front of them not only likes poetry, but also organizes the selection of the Suzhou-Hangzhou Poetry Club in the Shangyuan, Mid-Autumn Festival, and Dragon Boat Festival every year together with several predecessors Hongru. Being scolded by him for his clumsy work is equivalent to a death sentence.

Just when the others were in a dilemma, Chen Zhongqing took advantage of the situation to take a step forward and said without fear, "The younger Chen, dare to borrow pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the adult, and give a poem." If the writing is good, please keep the promise of buying poems with your daughter, if the writing is not good, the younger generations will no longer bother Lord Li for a moment. ā€œ

Li Lanting turned his head and stared at Chen Zhongqing, with a certain familiar appearance between the young posterior eyebrows, which seemed to remind him of an old man. In the end, with a generous wave of his hand, he made way for Chen Zhongqing in the back.

"Well, young man has courage! I don't know how you can learn, but with this courage, I will give you a chance. ā€

He pointed to the pen and ink on the table and said, "Or write an inscription for the old man's beautiful scenery of Hangzhou." Write a lot of rewards! If you can't write well, it's ruined, get out of here! Li has an upright temperament, and he does what he says, please don't dislike it. ā€

Li Lanting spoke, and everyone sweated for Chen Zhongqing.

Before, they only remembered that Chen Zhongqing said that he was only a shallow learner and would not be able to write a chapter. Deng Hanlin pulled his sleeve, shook his head, and motioned to Chen Zhongqing not to ask for trouble.

He smiled, as calm as he had been.

"It doesn't matter."

Chen Zhongqing stepped forward without humility or arrogance, took the wolf hair in his hand, rolled up his cuffs, and pointed the tip of his pen to the blank space in the corner.

He stared at the ink-splashed landscape painting placed on the desk, showing all the charm, the prosperity of Hangzhou City and the beautiful scenery of the Grand Canal are all included in this three-foot Xuanzhou paper, which is incisive.

Chen Zhongqing took a deep breath, put down the pen into the wood, wrote the name of the word on the snow-white rice paper.

Look at the tide of the sea.

Three words flowing.

A thin gold body leaps onto the paper.