Chapter 5: On Ink Poetry

After tossing for a long time, Xie An was finally able to go home, although he was carried back by Kong Yan. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Unfortunately, he is only four years old now, and Kong Yan will send him to Father Xie even if he is a powerless scribe.

"Ahri eats a lot after the winter, and it's hard for you."

The eldest brother Xie Yi held back a smile in front of his father, gloating.

The Xie family house is adjacent to the Kong family, although it is adjacent, but there is also an extremely long distance, and the Huan Yi family is even farther apart. Diagonally opposite the gate of the Xie family is the Wang Situ family of the Langya Wang family, although Wang Situ advocates simplicity, but the style is not reduced.

The Xie family is a little cold, and someone has just passed away, which is even more desolate.

Xie's father's name is Xie Pei, the word is young Confucian, and he has outstanding writing since he was a child.

However, his reputation is not as great as that of his deceased brother Xie Kun, and there is a Confucian character in the table, which is not favored by today's literary world.

After all, during this period, metaphysics was prevalent in the upper class, and the style of clean talk was even worse.

But tonight is a family banquet for the Xie An brothers, so there is no need for this.

The two visitors greeted Xie's father, the servant Bucai, Xie An and the eldest brother sat quietly on the side, one was eating, and the other was addicted to alcohol.

This is the first time Xie An has met his father, before the family Xie Father would send a letter to Yan County every month, Xie An took the time to read it, only felt that the relationship between father and son was not very intimate, after all, Xie An has been with his eldest brother since he was two years old, and he has never returned home during the New Year's holidays.

Huan Yi: "Wuyi's two-year release period has passed, and with proper training, it's time to come back." ”

Father Xie: "I'm afraid that he will be uninhibited and cause trouble when he comes back." ”

Kong Yan: "Oh, congratulations to Brother Wuyi. ”

This is Father Xie and Huan Yi chatting about Xie Yi's return to Beijing, and Kong Yan interjected on the side.

They talked about theirs, and Xie An continued to eat.

The slow-cooked old hen soup was quite delicious, the fish soup was also sweet, and the pickled radish skin was crispy and delicious, which made him hungry after being upset by the ox cart.

It's just that at this time, cattle are an important means of transportation, and they are not easily slaughtered at home, and there are many less delicious foods.

I also heard Huan Yi say: "In the name of young opinion, I really shouldn't bury Shizigang, but now that I came to Jiangdong at the beginning of the dynasty, if it weren't for Wang Situ's efforts to be thorough, I'm afraid that this treasury will still be unable to make ends meet." ”

Youyu is Xie Kun's expression, and now the topic turns to Xie Kun's death.

Jin Shang was buried thinly, the court moved south was not rich, and the people were also poor after years of war, so those in power advocated this way to correct the atmosphere.

Therefore, Shizigang, who was buried in the civilian cemetery after his death, added a reputation to this magnificent Xie Kun.

Everyone present sighed because of Xie Kun's death, Xie An also stopped his chopsticks and sat obediently when he saw this, and Father Xie sat on his right hand, then reached out and touched his head, "Ahri, can you eat food at home?" ”

"It's delicious." Xie An nodded, "But just thinking that An couldn't make it to the funeral, I felt ashamed and regretful, and I had no appetite." ”

"Nothing." Seeing his sick face, Father Xie sighed lightly, "My Xie family has always been sick, and your uncle also died of illness, and this is why I took you back." A month ago, Wu Yi wrote back that you were in the heat of the summer and woke up after two nights of dizziness. If you have an appetite, eat more, this half month is also hard. ”

Huan Yi also said: "Youyu is a figure like a sage, and he will definitely not mind." ”

The Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest have been famous for a long time and are a model of scholars, and Xie Kun's temperament is as free and easy, uninhibited, and forgetful of foreign things as the Seven Sages.

Xie Anxin moved, and couldn't help but say: "If my uncle meets the Seven Sages, he will definitely be invited by them to play in the forest." ”

As soon as these words came out, Father Xie was stunned at first, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, very relieved.

Xie Yi, as a younger brother, naturally nodded again and again, "Ahri said very well!" ”

Even Kong Yan looked at this kid a few times, and the resentment of being slapped in the face before entering the door was reduced a lot, but there was still a little unwillingness and indescribable jealousy.

How jealous of a little kid would he be? Anyway, I'm also a close relative of the grandson of the dignified Confucius Shengshi! Kong Yan thought about it, and then thought of the poem copied by Huan Yi, and said: "What my nephew saw today, although the Xie family lost a talent, they were fortunate to have a talent. ”

Huan Yi was about to talk about it, and took this opportunity to take out his copy of Xie An's sacrificial poem, and when Father Xie looked at it, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Children are childish, don't take it seriously." ”

Xie An had replied to a letter from home under the guidance of his eldest brother before, so Father Xie recognized his words.

Xie An also leaned over to take a look, and admired this uncle with a mysterious smile, his handwriting was copied by him vividly, and even the different feelings of writing on ice and several cases were expressed.

Xie Yi praised: "Ahri, do you know that Uncle Huan's book is the most famous, no matter whose words are only glanced at by him, they can be copied without a bad score." You see, there are seven stones in your 'Lei Lei Shizigang', and you deliberately wrote that each stone is different, and my uncle can also capture the subtle differences between them. ”

Huan Yi said: "It is precisely because these seven stones are different in the subtlety that they are rare and valuable, although they are childish, but they are faintly brushstrokes have just begun, and they have stepped into the ink road!" ”

Father Xie said humbly: "What Mao Lun said is too much to kill children. ”

Huan Yi knew that Father Xie was cautious, and said the purpose of his coming, "Since I, Huan Maolun, am ranked in the eighth place, and I am the main product judge, so I am naturally cautious, so I am impatient today and want to read San Lang's handwriting again." ”

"Taste?" Xie An was very strange, and said in his heart, if it is a positive evaluation of the nine products, he will have to wait until he is weak, what is the reason now?

Kong Yan even served as the commentator, "It seems that Brother Wu Yi did not make it clear to San Lang that I inherited the Wei election system as the nine-rank Zhongzheng system, and later developed into the nine-rank three-rank list to motivate scholars." ”

"One of the lists is called 'Ink Soul List', ink contains calligraphy and painting, and if you want to be on the list, you need to be evaluated by the middle officials level by level, and this Jiangzuo Bada is the eight most qualified and highest judges."

"No matter how old or young you are on the Ink Soul List, as long as you have the ability to calligraphy and painting, you can be on the list."

Xie An quickly accepted this incorrect opening method of the Jiupin Zhongzheng system.

Anyway, even Wang Xizhi may have become Lori, what else won't change, he said clearly: "So Uncle Huan wants to see me write a post with his own eyes?" ”

"Exactly." Huan Yi nodded.

Immediately, Father Xie ordered someone to withdraw from the table, the servant offered pen and ink, and Kong Yan said: "I just listened to Wu Yiyan, San Lang can become a poem at the age of four, why don't you just make a poem?" ”

Xie Yi pursed his lips and said coldly: "Writing poetry is not drinking, how can there be any reason to think about it?" Kong Pengzu, are you embarrassed by my third brother? If he can't make good poems, you can laugh at the kids, right? ”

Kong Yanao snorted, "Brother Wuyi's words are chiseled, is his heart weak now?" ”

Xie An's belly slandered, this Confucian brother has been holding back for so long, and thinks that four-year-old children can't compose poems, so he only holds back such an idea, it seems that this person is not bad, he just likes to quarrel with his eldest brother, and he was put on a position by himself to retreat, and he can't get over his face.

To be honest, he is not good at poetry, how can he have countless wonderful poems after the Wei and Jin dynasties in his head, if he doesn't use it, wouldn't he be sorry for God giving him the opportunity to cross, but now he is only four years old...... If the poems are too eye-catching, they may be regarded as demons.

So he knelt on the mat and glanced out of the hall, where plum blossoms were planted in the courtyard, quietly blooming in the light snow, and the wind sneaked into the hall at night, and the plum blossoms stood still in the branches.

Father Xie and Huan Yi were cooking tea and waiting, Xie Yi and Kong Yan stared at each other, even so, there was still silence in the room, leaving him enough space and time to think.

After a long time, after pretending to think hard, he was puzzled: "Ann came up with two songs." ”

Kong Yan was stunned, "Two songs? ”

"Yes." Xie An blinked, and under Kong Yan's gaze, he wrote the first poem by hand.

Kong Yan didn't wait for the ink to dry, picked up the hemp paper on a few cases, and read it out word by word.

Lying plum and smelling flowers, lying branches painted in the sky.

The fish kisses the lying stone water, and the lying stone takes the spring green.

The more he read, the more confused he became, Kong Yan glanced at Xie An, who had bowed his head to write the second poem, and always felt that there was something wrong with this child's seemingly well-behaved appearance.

This poem is very ordinary, as ordinary as he imagined, Xie Yi is also strange, although this poem is in line with the composition of ordinary children, but it does not look like the third brother he is familiar with.

Kong Yan read the poem again with doubts, and the two elders who were drinking tea on the side reacted faster than him, and they couldn't hold back for a while, and burst out laughing.

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