Wu Jie listened helplessly in the room. He used to think that he had won the first place in this year's Shuntianfu Township test Xie Yuan, even if he was not famous all over the world, he should be named in the capital. But a few days ago, after getting acquainted with Diao De and the person surnamed Wen, I learned that these two people were also Xie Yuan.

There are so many provinces and governments in the Ming Dynasty, with two capitals, and there is a Xie Yuan every three years, and the Jiajing Dynasty has been in the first place for so many years, and I don't know how many township test names have been made, and how many people have been covered up in the red dust of history.

If you have to understand the yuan, you will be famous for a while, but it will only be hot for three minutes, but in half a month, others will forget about you.

Now, the eyes of all the readers in the world are focused on the upcoming examination, and the name of Wu Jie has long been forgotten.

It was from that time that Wu Jie realized that his meager reputation was nothing at all.

Hearing everyone say this, Wu Jie could only shake his head.

However, he still saw Yan Shifan's face change suddenly.

Only then did Wu Jie remember that he had a confrontation with Yan Song in the future. In fact, the green words written by Yan Song in that competition are Xiao Yan's pen.

That time, Wu Jie won Yan Song by plagiarism, and established his special status in the emperor's mind in one fell swoop.

Yan Shifan must know his name, and he also knows how powerful my Wu Jie is, in fact, who among the few people in the core ruling position of the Ming Dynasty doesn't know my name?

…… In the midst of everyone's discussions, the banquet officially began, although Li Wei and his son are the future national uncle and uncle, but the grade is not high. Many of you here are in high esteem. As hosts, they still stood up and toasted in turn.

When the wine has passed three rounds and the Li family's father and son end their toast, it will be a duel between the old and new Oiran.

In the process, Yan Shifan was obviously a little restless. He also stood up and said to the people at the table sitting next to him: "I'll go to Xiangyue first to see how the new poem is prepared today." ”

Wu Jiena said that the words made in front of Emperor Jiajing, after Yan Shifan came down, he also asked his father to transcribe them on paper, and carefully pondered them for a long time. Although I feel uncomfortable, I have to admit that those few green words are very good, it can be said that adding one word is too much, and subtracting one word is less.

Yan Song's father and son all relied on Xiao Yan's ability to write good words, and of course, there are not a few people who can write good words in the court. For example, Xu Jie, such as Li Chunfang, but Xiao Yan doesn't think there is anything remarkable about these two people's articles, and they can't compare to himself.

But Wu Jie's green words have been perfectly copied from a great master like Su Shi. Compared with Yan Shifan's article, the judgment also made him feel a great crisis, and also introduced Wu Jie as the first fierce opponent in his life.

Wu Jieqing's words are written so well, and the poems written by people of this level must be excellent.

Therefore, hearing others say that today's competition, the lyrics that Caiyun will sing are from Wu Jie, Yan Shifan suddenly became a little nervous.

Originally, this competition was not a big deal, it was just a game.

But Yan Shifan is unscrupulous in life and work, except for his surname, the most important thing is to rely on his talent. Even if you do something wrong, you can rely on a good hand to win the emperor's favor again.

But Wu Jie's appearance had already compared him to him, which shook Yan Shifan's confidence.

If he loses under him in this competition, he will be timid in his heart, what will he rely on to compete with Wu Jie for favor in the future?

Moreover, the centigold system came from the hands of this person.

Just because the direct beneficiary of this financial bureau is Hu Zongxian, who is a strict party. Now that their father and son have been roasted on the fire by Wu Jiejia, not only the impeachment folds of the imperial envoys are flying like snowflakes.

In the market, there are even rumors of "living Cao Ying".

The initiator of all this is him Wu Jie, it can be seen that Wu Jie also wants to take the throne by stepping on the Yan family.

Just because Yan Shifan can write good words, and Wu Jie is also a good hand, they are in competition with each other.

Creating this kind of thing is very mysterious, and you have to have a strong self-confidence before writing: what Lao Tzu wrote is a famous article, and Lao Tzu is the best in the world.

Only after entering this state, once you start to write, you want mountains and mountains, water and water, and affection.

But without this state, what is written will be so faint that it can fade out of the bird.

Therefore, Yan Shifan couldn't sit still anymore and was ready to see with his own eyes how Xiangyue was prepared.

Everyone said: "That is, although Miss Xiangyue is outstanding, but how exquisite Xiaoge's poems are, if you can't properly express the true meaning of them, it is not beautiful." ”

Yan Shifan had no intention of talking nonsense with everyone, and hurriedly walked towards the backstage.

This reminds Wu Jie,. Since Yan Shifan wants to do on-site guidance, I can't lag behind Wu Jie!

At that moment, he also came out of the house, and walked towards that side with Yan Shifan.

The people of the Li Mansion naturally knew Yan Shifan, and when they saw Wu Jie following behind, they thought it was his entourage and did not stop him.

Caiyun had indeed arrived, and was in the room behind the small stage.

Speaking of the small stage of the Li Mansion, it is a bit interesting.

The predecessor of the Li Mansion was the Hou Mansion of Guo Xun, Marquis of Wuding, Guo Xun was a fan of drama, and the stage at home had begun to take shape as the stage of the Qing Dynasty.

The large stage is about two meters high, wide and large. But the small stage is close to the ground, and it looks like a large foyer.

Caiyun and Xiangyue's room happened to be next door, and when they walked to the door, they heard a subtle piano color coming from the two rooms, and it turned out that the musician was tuning.

Standing at the door at the same time as Yan Shifan, Xiao Yan was stunned, turned his head to look at Wu Jie, and had a question on his face.

Wu Jie was not afraid, and bowed his hand slightly: "Xiaoge is good, in the next Wu Festival, I have been looking up for a long time!" ”

"Are you Wu Jie?" Xiao Yan's pupils contracted suddenly.

Wu Jie smiled: "It is the nameless person, Wu Jie who is not taken to heart by the little pavilion elder, the little pavilion elder said before that there is no need to distinguish the winner from the loser." This time, Wu Jie wants to win you. ”

After laughing, he walked straight into the house.

In the room, the old man Gui was adjusting the strings of the huqin, and the sound seemed to be very long and lingering, but Wu Jie could still hear a trace of nervousness from the sound that was not a tune.

And Yiyi was also a little restless, holding a hole flute in her hand, and kept wiping it with a cotton warp.

As for the clouds, it's a different kind of thing.

She sat quietly on the slime, holding a glass of sugar water and sipping it in small sips, with a calm smile on her face.

Seeing Wu Jie coming in, Yiyi and Old Man Gui stopped at the same time, looked at Wu Jie, and didn't speak.

Caiyun stood up and bowed slightly: "Mr. Wu is here." ”

"How's the preparation?" Wu Jie asked, "Are you nervous?" ”

Caiyun: "I don't know how many times Caiyun has experienced such a competition, won and lost, how can she be nervous?" It worries the gentleman. ”

Wu Jie breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good, what should I do in Pingyu, how to sing it now." ”

Caiyun said softly: "Yes, thank you for your advice." Caiyun has nothing to lose, but Mr. Yiyi and Gui are a little ......"

These two are her musicians, and if something goes wrong at a critical moment, she is afraid that she will really lose, which makes her a little worried.

Wu Jie saw that the two of them were really nervous, and knew that it would not work like this. After thinking about it, he decided to relieve their nervousness, and said with a smile: "Yiyi, Mr. Gui, I wrote a few stories a while ago, and I plan to write more and get together to form a collection." As you know, I am also famous now, and I have also participated in several literary meetings in peacetime, and I have heard a lot of jokes about Yan Ge Lao, which is very interesting. ”

Yiyi: "Yan Ge is the head of the court, others dare to tell his jokes?" But in his heart he didn't believe it, and his eyes widened.

Wu Jie: "Why don't you dare, I never scold people with my words." It's just that the scholar doctor said a few jokes in private, could it be that the father and son of the Yan family still want to arrest people? ”

The old man said: "That's too, the status of a scholar is noble." ”

Wu Jie had a whole face and began to tell the story: "Let's say, one day, Yan Ge Lao went to the cabinet to be on duty, and as soon as he entered the door, Zhang Juzheng and Gao Ge Lao laughed. Yan Song was puzzled and asked, what are you laughing at? I'm the first assistant of the court! ”

"Elder Zhang Ge and Elder Gao Ge don't speak, they just laugh."

After laughing for a long time, seeing that Yan Song was about to get off the stage, Xu Jie and Yan Ge were always in-laws, and they couldn't bear to see him make a fool of themselves, so they kindly reminded him, Lord Shoufu, didn't you notice that the two shoes on your feet were different? One is leather boots, the other is cloth shoes, so let's go home and get a new pair! ”

As a former Oiran, Caiyun used to communicate with the dignitaries and nobles in the court, singing poems and wine, and fish and geese, and knew a little about the affairs of the court.

As for Yiyi and Gui Old Man, he has been with Caiyun for so long, and he has also heard about the affairs of the imperial court.

Listening to Wu Jie talk about the affairs of several elders in the cabinet, he suddenly became interested.

Yiyi interjected and asked: "Isn't it just wearing the wrong shoes, it's not a big deal, just go home and change a pair, what kind of jokes will you make?" ”

Wu Jie said lightly: "Ordinary people naturally can't make any jokes, it's a big deal to change pairs, but this matter fell on the old man of Yan Ge, but there is one more story in plain form." ”

He continued: "Elder Xu Ge was kind, but when these words fell into Yan Song's ears, Elder Yan Ge was furious and scolded, Xu Jie, I think you are old and confused, and the shoes at home are also a leather boot and a step shoe, what's the use of going home?" ”

The three of them were stunned at the same time, thinking about it, but they burst out laughing at the same time.

The old man Gui laughed so much that the huqin in his hand fell to the floor, and as for Yiyi, he threw himself into Caiyun's arms with laughter, and kept wiping the tears that came out of laughter: "This Yan Ge Lao, it's really funny, haha, it's too stupid!" ”

Caiyun also smiled sorely, anyway, Gui Lao and Yiyi finally looked normal, not as nervous as before and didn't know what to do.

She glanced at Wu Jie deeply, and admired it in her heart, this Mr. Wu really knows how to speak!

After adjusting the emotions of Caiyun and the three of them, Wu Jie looked outside, but saw that the birthday banquet had arrived.

The father and son of the Li family received a lot of gifts today, and they were quite interested, and after a glass of wine, both of them were drunk, and they were supported by the people in the house, and stumbled back to the house to rest.

Change the person who looks like a butler to preside.

As soon as the Li family father and son left, everyone relaxed, and the atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic.

Next, it's time for the old and new Oiran to compete.

The first to appear was Xiangyue, and I saw a group of musicians and stars holding the moon and hugging a gorgeously dressed and fair-skinned woman out.

Xiao Yan also returned to his seat, his expression was still solemn, obviously still a little worried.

When the music sounded, it was Xiangyue and several women dancing on the stage.

Wu Jie doesn't know how to dance, and he can't see good or bad.

However, now that the competition has begun, it is useless to stay in Caiyun's house any longer.

He walked out, ready to find a better position so that he could see clearly.

As soon as I got out of the house and bypassed the stage, I couldn't walk two steps when I saw the tulle curtain of a colorful shed next to me open, revealing Guiyuan's chubby face.

Gui Yuan couldn't stop beckoning to Wu Jie and whispered: "Mr. Shizhen, come here, come quickly." ”

If you guessed correctly, it should be Concubine Li sitting in the color shed.

Because of her identity, Concubine Li didn't want to attract attention, and the colorful booths she sat in were surrounded by tulle, and they were close to the stage, which was the best place to watch the song and dance performance.

Seeing that Concubine Li was called, Wu Jie naturally couldn't refuse, so he had to walk in.

I saw Concubine Li sitting there with a copper hand stove in her hand and a woolen blanket around her feet. She was dressed plainly, and she was pregnant, so she looked like an ordinary woman. Of course, ordinary women don't have such dignified facial features.

"I've seen the mother." Wu Jie bowed his hand.

Concubine Li: "Sir, I've found Miss Caiyun, where is your seat?" ”

"I've found it." Wu Jie pointed to his position.

"Oh, it's so remote!" Concubine Li nodded and pointed to a chair in the shed: "Sir, just sit here and watch." Since Miss Caiyun is going to sing Mr.'s new poem today, the lonely family has some expectations, and you must be better than Yan Donglou this time. Mr. Ruosi, I don't know how the Caiyun girl sings later? ”

Wu Jie was about to refuse, but Xiangyue's dance was over, and he was going to sing a new song next, and now he went back to his seat, but he was afraid that he would miss it.

was not hypocritical at the moment, thanked him, and sat down on the chair.

After a faint sound of the piano, Xiangyue sang loudly:

Send the child to the carrot, and say goodbye to the crane.

The autumn rain breaks in the chaotic mountains, and the lonely post is divided into twilight waves.

Go to the country to see the birds, homesick and white clouds.

In the last month of the city, Qingying stayed in the king.

…… This five-character poem, which is not well-known in history, is called "Giving Away", and was written by Xiao Yan when he recalled the separation of a woman in a green house in Suzhou when he was young.

For Wu Jie, this poem is just a cliché, whether it is the intention, or the artistic conception, or the verses, it seems to be full of ingenuity, and it is not worth mentioning at all.

But after all, Wu Jie was nourished by Tang and Song poems, and when it comes to poetry, the first thing that comes to mind is Li Bai, Du Fu, Su Shi, Li Qingzhao and other great masters and masters.

In the Ming Dynasty in this time and space, because there were no Tang and Song dynasties, the two peak periods in real history did not appear.

Therefore, figures like Emperor Yang of the Two Sui Dynasty have also become the most dazzling existence in history.

However, this poem fell into the ears of the people of this era, but it is a superb work.

The poetry pattern of the Ming Dynasty was not large, mostly to express petty feelings and small feelings, and more of a work of entertainment between officialdom and literary friends, which developed in the middle of the Ming Dynasty and has ossified into a genre similar to moaning without disease.

Emphasis on form, over content.

For example, in Yang Shen's "Linjiang Immortal", "the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times", such poems are uncommon and unimaginable at the time.

This song "Giving Away" is strictly organized, with a touch of melancholy in it, which is a rare good work in recent years. In particular, the sentence "Go to the country to see the birds, homesick and give birth to white clouds" is a clear and touching description of nostalgia and nostalgia.

Moreover, Xiangyue's singing voice is tactful and quiet, which makes people feel sour in their hearts, and expresses the sadness and parting to the extreme.

Therefore, at the end of the song, the sound of color is everywhere.

Even Concubine Li, who was beside Wu Jie, exclaimed in surprise: "Not bad, this little pavilion elder is really talented, rare, rare!" ”

From beginning to end, because he was a little worried, Yan Shifan stood in front of the stage and did not return to his color shed.

Other officials and scholars who wanted to please him also gathered around him.

Therefore, Wu Jie could still see Xiao Yan's tense face through the curtain.

I have to admit that Xiangyue's expression is very good.

When the cheers came, Xiao Ge Lao's face relaxed, revealing a relieved smile.

A seven-rank official complimented beside him: "As soon as Xiaoge Lao makes such a wonderful work, it may not take a day to sing all over the capital." As for what Caiyun will sing next, or what new poems Xie Yuan, whose surname is Wu, has made, it doesn't matter. What's so great about a Xie Yuan, there is a new work of Xiaoge Lao, even if it is the seventh son in person. Underneath your brilliance, you can only be counted as a nameless. ”

Everyone nodded yes.

Indeed, this poem is so beautifully written, and Xiangyue sings so well.

Everyone doesn't think that in this world, there is anyone else who can compare with Yan Shifan in poetry.

Someone said: "The next one really doesn't need to be compared, hey, it's a pity that Mrs. Li and Master Li were drunk and missed such wonderful verses." ”

Of course, Mrs. Li is from a good background, and she may be able to experience the artistic conception in Xiao Yan Xianggong's poems. But that Li Li is just a straw bag, so he doesn't come to listen.

Everyone has already decided that Caiyun will definitely lose to Xiangyue, and what she will sing is not interested.

They each walked to their seats, prepared to drink a few more glasses of wine, chatted for a while, and then said goodbye and went back, which was regarded as a celebration of this lively birthday banquet.

After Wu Jie heard Yan Shifan's new poem, he already knew that he had won. But not only did he not have a half-day smile on his face, but he couldn't help but shake his head and said secretly: Bullshit doesn't make sense, this poem is really smelly. This level of poetry, in the Ming poems, grab a lot of them, even if I plagiarize, I don't bother to bother.

This expression fell into Concubine Li's eyes, but she suddenly became a little worried, and said with a smile: "Mr. Shizhen doesn't need to worry, although Yan Donglou's poem is good, if Mr. can write a poem of the same level as "The Story of Stones", it may not be impossible to win him." ”

In her heart, Concubine Li knows that poetry needs inspiration. Like the poems in "The Story of Stones", if ordinary people have no inspiration, they are afraid that they will not be able to write a poem in their lifetime. I'm afraid that Wu Jie won't be inspired, and he may not be able to play at a super level.

(To be continued)