Since the last time he knew in Beiding Niangniang Temple that Wu Jie had been serving by the emperor's side and was a close minister of the Son of Heaven, Mozi was a little uneasy.

The moth didn't know what words to use to describe his feelings: excited, frightened, shocked...... And so on.

Originally, if he encountered other things, he would have pestered the master to ask for clarification. In fact, she couldn't help but ask him several times how he knew the emperor, but when the words came to her mouth, she didn't know what to say.

No matter how you look at it, the master is developed, and Wu Jie is considered to have regained his prestige.

Nowhere is this more evident than in recent days, when every day as soon as dawn is greeted by a steady stream of cars. The visitors were at least gentlemen, and many of them were wearing green and red official uniforms, and the pomp and circumstance were terrifying. The people who came were also very polite to the moth and asked Mr. Wu Shizhen if he lived here. After it was confirmed, he sent over the photos with his name written on them, saying that he was here to visit Mr. Wu.

Moths are no strangers to this. When the old lady had not yet died, he also appeared many times when he was still in the position of Langzhong in the Nanjing Military Department.

Although Mozi has a bad temper, it is because of the sudden disaster at home, and seeing that his son is stupid and stupid, and desperate for the future, he has become like that. Now, Childe has miraculously recovered, and he has been successful in the field of science and has won fame. Now, Jane is in the heart of the emperor, and the future is bright and ambitious. The heart is comforted, and the temperament is smooth.

She is no stranger to this kind of situation, and she is also clear about the rules of officialdom. When receiving visitors, he was neither humble nor arrogant, and he fell decently, so that the visiting guests secretly admired in their hearts: Wu Jie's family style is strict, and a little maid actually has such a demeanor, and it is really good.

When they heard that Wu Jie was not there, the visitors were disappointed, and they left with gifts and films. Some people who were unwilling even left letters or wrote a few poems on the spot.

The moths have carefully sorted and packed up the things left behind by these guests.

On the third day, Childe finally returned, and Moth told him what visitors he had and what letters he had left behind, and he looked like a housekeeper.

Wu Jie took the list and the note and read it for half the night, and wrote a reply, but he couldn't stand it, so he asked Mozi to wash his feet, saying that he was going to bed to rest.

Seeing Wu Jie's tired face, Mozi was a little distressed, and couldn't help but say, "Master, are you tired these days?" ”

Wu Jie kept yawning: "It's a little tired, long live is an impatient one, throw some trivial things to me and Lao Huang." Today, I wrote two more Qingci, and I beat Luo Tian Dajiao, and I was tossed and suffered. ”

Mozi carefully rubbed Wu Jie's feet: "Then the old man will go to bed early, by the way, it will be spring soon." I heard from the master, your name has not been reported yet, and I don't know if there will be trouble. It's really not good, find Lao Huang and Uncle Chen to talk about it. ”

"I haven't reported it yet, don't worry, looking for Huang Jin and Chen Hong backfires and ruins your reputation. You don't know, the people in Shilin are wary of the forbidden fathers-in-law, and whoever gets involved with the eunuchs will have a bad reputation. Seeing that the moth was puzzled, Wu Jie started from the eunuch chaos in the Zhengde period, and then talked about the strange temper of the scholars in the Ming Dynasty. After talking for a long time, her eyelids fought, and then she comforted her: "Don't worry, maybe in a few days, someone from the Ministry of Rites will come to chase me to sign up!" ”

He smiled and pulled his feet out of the already cool water, and said, "I'm going to sleep lazily tomorrow, don't call it early." ”

"Yes, sir."

Since Wu Jie traveled to the Ming Dynasty, he has followed the customs of the locals and developed the habit of getting up early, going to bed at ten o'clock every night and getting up at four o'clock in the morning. He is going to enter the officialdom in the future, and he will start working when the Ming Dynasty has a big yamen, and there are only a few days off all year round, so it is better to get used to this rhythm of life from now on. ..., but this is the first winter he spent in the Ming Dynasty, but he didn't expect the cold weather here to be so cold, getting up is a painful experience for him, plus he is really tired in the past few days, so he simply sleeps lazily to recuperate.

On the second day, Mozi did not wake up Wu Jie as usual, and told even the third father and daughter to speak and do things quietly, so as not to disturb the old man's recuperation. He also said that the master has been busy with official business these days, and he really can't stand it.

Even the third father and daughter now know Wu Jie's identity and status in the court, hearing what Mozi said, his face changed in shock, and he didn't dare to speak, even if he started to do things, his hands and feet were extremely light.

But there were still people who didn't open their eyes and broke into the courtyard, and as soon as the sky was bright, a sedan chair was carried to the gate of the courtyard. The leader of the sedan chair stretched out his hand and patted the knocker vigorously, shouting loudly: "This is the mansion of Master Wu Shizhen!" ”

The loud voice startled a nest of magpies on the acacia tree at the door.

It was people who got up early and got up, and the moth suddenly became angry, opened the door, and shouted: "What kind of person, what are you making trouble in the early morning, my lord is resting, waking him up, can you afford to bear the sin?" ”

In the past few days, Mozi has been in contact with either Shilin talents, or officials from the DPRK and China, and the prime minister's family of seven-grade officials. The handmaidens of the Son of Heaven's close ministers naturally have a momentum.

The sedan chair man who stepped forward to call the door jumped, couldn't help but take a few steps back, and hurriedly lowered his voice and said with a smile: "Dare to ask the eldest sister, this is the Wu Mansion?" ”

"It's the Wu Mansion, what's the matter?" Only then did the moth relent, and lowered its voice.

The porter turned around and said, "Miss Yiyi, it's on the ground, it's the mansion of Master Wu Shizhen." ”

"Yiyi, it's not a serious name when you hear it." Mozi frowned, and said in her heart: "It's still a woman, she came to my house early in the morning, what do you want to do?" ”

The curtain of the sedan chair door was opened, and a little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old poked her head out of the sedan chair, and then slowly walked down the sedan chair.

When Moth saw this girl, he was not happy. How old a girl is, she actually applies a little thin powder, and she is dressed very gorgeously. can look at her temperament, but she doesn't look like she came from a rich family.

"This girl, what are you doing with my master?" Moth asked lightly, "Who are you?" ”

The little girl named Yiyi smiled and stared at the moth, and said, "My sister is so beautiful, my name is Yiyi, I came from the Chu Waist Pavilion, and I have something important to discuss with Mr. Shizhen." ”

Hearing Yiyi say that he was born beautiful, Mozi was still a little happy at first, but when he heard that he was from the Chu Waist Pavilion. Moth's heart was sudden, and he suddenly remembered that one day a while ago, the old man said that he was going to the Qinglou, did he go to this little girl?

Immediately, his face fell: "It turned out to be Yiyi girl, my lord is still resting, and he said that he didn't see a guest." ”

Yiyi: "Sister, I really have something urgent to see Mr. Shizhen, please call him." ”

"Important, what important things will you have in the green building?" Moth suddenly became a little annoyed: "What is your identity, you actually want me to call the master up." ”

Yiyi didn't expect Mozi to say such a thing, and she didn't have a good temperament, so she suddenly became anxious and shouted loudly into the courtyard: "Mr. Shizhen, Mr. Shizhen!" ”

The moth was furious and also shouted, "Uncle Lian, send off guests." ”

"Yes." Lian Laosan came over and blocked the door, "Miss Yiyi, let's go, my lord doesn't have time to see you." ”

Yiyi saw that she couldn't enter the door, her face was anxious, and she had to shout again, and Wu Jie's voice came from the courtyard: "Moth, Lao Lian, let Miss Yiyi come in." ”

Everyone looked back and saw that Wu Jie was already standing in the courtyard.

After speaking, Wu Jie turned around and entered the study.

Moth glared at Yiyi: "You wait." He hurriedly ran to prepare face wash and tea for Wu Jie.

Yiyi also waited in the courtyard for a long time, and then saw Wu Jie in the library. ..., Wu Jie still looked tired, sitting lazily on a chair, with a blanket on his lap, seeing Yiyi, he smiled lightly: "Yiyi girl, but your Caiyun girl called you over, what about Caiyun?" ”

As soon as she heard Wu Jie ask about her girl Caiyun, Yiyi's face was full of energy, and she chuckled: "My girl has been very busy recently, and she was going to go to Mr.'s house to thank her in person, but she really couldn't leave, so let Yiyi go for her." If you are disrespectful, please forgive me. ”

"It's not just disrespectful, I ran to my door so early and yelled, and reported to myself, I was woken up by you." Wu Jie had just gotten up, his mouth was very thirsty, and he took a small sip of water from his teacup.

Yiyi stuck out her tongue: "I really didn't expect this when I came, I shouldn't have reported myself to my family just now." I'm afraid that by now, Mr.'s neighbors know that Yiyi is from the Chu Waist Pavilion, and they think that Mr. owes me a romantic debt and was chased to the door! ”

Wu Jie: "Flutter! With a bang, he spit out all the tea in his mouth, and coughed incessantly: "Xiao...... How old are you little girl...... Say something like that...... I'm really going to misunderstand others......"

Yi Yijiao smiled and gently patted Wu Jie's back with her hand: "Sir, don't be afraid, since ancient times, famous people have been romantic, what are you afraid of?" ”

Wu Jie smiled bitterly that this ancient woman matured so early, that is, just a child: "What's wrong with Caiyun?" "Since the birthday banquet of the Li Mansion, he has entered the West Garden, and he has no idea what is going on outside, and he urgently needs information feedback.

Yiyi was surprised and asked, "Don't you know, sir?" ”

Wu Jie: "I haven't been in the capital for the past few days, and I don't know anything about the outside world. ”

Yiyi said: "So that's the case, as soon as Mr.'s first word came out, it immediately spread in the capital." Thanks to Mr. Tuo, now my girl can be said to be red through half the sky, and she has pressed that Xiangyue under her feet. Most of the women in the Qinglou will come out to meet the guests in the afternoon. But in the past few days, before dawn, some scholars ran to our Chu waist pavilion, handed over the name thorn and waited to meet the girl, and listened to her sing Mr. Shizhen's "Yulin Bell". There are too many famous thorns, and ordinary nameless girls are naturally missing. But even if you are on the list, if you really want to see Miss Caiyun, you have to wait for ten days and a half months. ”

Wu Jie was taken aback, he didn't expect Caiyun to be so popular now.

Yiyi: "My girl was going to come to thank her husband in person, but she really couldn't leave, so she could only let Yiyi come over." ”

Wu Jie is very satisfied with the effect of his lyrics, it seems that he has become famous this time.

This is the beginning, and as this piece spreads further, its influence will expand even further. After all, it is ancient times, and there is no means of communication in modern society, and it will take a while for a new song to go from promotion to popularity to half the sky.

said lightly: "It's just a poem, a game, it's worth nothing." ”

He still underestimated the speed at which popular culture spread in the Ming Dynasty.

Yiyi shook her little head: "No, sir, this song is really good, and it makes people's hearts sour." Mr. probably doesn't know that these days, no matter which one is in the fence, as soon as the guests enter, they will first order this song, regardless of whether the girl inside will be or not. Naturally, you have to sing a few words according to the song of Caiyun Girl, but if you can't, you have to hurry up and learn it all. ”

Wu Jie was pleasantly surprised, laughed, drank a cup of tea, and talked for a long time, but he still felt a little tired, and decided to send Yiyi away, and go back to sleep again: "Okay, your Caiyun girl's heart, Wu Jie understands it." Then he picked up the teaglass: "Miss Yiyi, please drink tea." ”

Yiyi understood that Wu Jie was serving tea to send off guests, but she came here today to have another very important thing to do, so how could she just leave.

But this is really a bit too much, but I can't open my mouth. As far as I was for a long time, he refused to stand up if he was concerned about the left and right. ..., Wu Jie also sensed that something was wrong, so he asked: "Yiyi girl, I and your Caiyun girl were old people in Sichuan, if there is something, you might as well say it clearly." ”

Yiyi was a little embarrassed, and her little face was slightly red: "Thank you, Mr. Shizhen, in this way, Yiyi will say it directly." ”

Wu Jie stretched out a hand and made a gesture of please.

Yiyi: "At the birthday banquet of the Li Mansion that day, borrowing Mr.'s poem, my girl raised her eyebrows fiercely, and now she is also popular in Jiucheng." If this trend continues, it will not be difficult to regain the title of Oiran. However, the trees want to be quiet and the wind does not stop. Just last night, Xiangyue suddenly had a new song, which was a five-character poem. Very good. No need to ask, it must be the handiwork of Xiaoge Lao. Xiangyue also spoke for Xiao Ge Lao, saying that although he lost at the banquet that day, he was not wronged. Because he got the news that Mr.'s "Yulin Bell" was cooperated by Yang Zongzhi with you. If you really want to win, it is not so much that you are defeated, but that you lose to Yang Zongzhi. ”

Yan Shifan's words were very rude, vaguely and secretly plagiarized by Wu Jie, Yiyi was talking, and he was also worried in his heart, and he couldn't help but look at Wu Jie carefully.

Wu Jie frowned and said in a deep voice, "Follow what you say." ”

Yiyi continued: "Yan Shifan said again, the Li Mansion was not accurate in that competition. Ruo Na Wu Festival...... It's you, sir...... If you have real talent and real learning, sir, you will compete again, and you will not use words as words, and you will be absolutely male and female in the poetry directly...... Mr. Shi Zhen...... Look at this......

Wu Jie laughed out loud, and when he heard Yiyi's words, his drowsiness also woke up: "This Xiao Yan is really endless." Do you really have to lose all your face before you are willing to give up? ”

Wu Jie is now eager to make himself famous, but it is not enough to fight with the Li Mansion Birthday Banquet with a song.

If he can defeat Yan Shifan twice in a row, it will definitely be a sensational event.

In this way, it was right in his hands.

Hearing Wu Jie say this, Yiyi suddenly understood that he was completely angered by Yan Shifan, and wanted to fight again.

There was a burst of surprise in my heart: "Mr. Shizhen, you are ......"

Wu Jie nodded lightly.

Yiyi hurriedly stood up and blessed slightly: "I thank Mr. for my girl." ”

When Wu Jie helped her up, Yi Yi hurriedly asked: "Mr. wants to compose a poem, when will he be able to come out." There was some anxiety in his countenance.

Wu Jie: "You can do it at any time, what, is it so urgent?" ”

Yiyi: "Naturally, I was in a hurry, as soon as Xiaoge's new poem came out last night, it was a sensation, according to the scholars who went to Xiangyue, the poem was indeed very good, and it was a rare masterpiece...... When I came here just now, I also went to Xiangyue's side to take a peek, and early in the morning, she was also crowded with scholars who wanted to see her...... Sir, if you don't care, I'm afraid that in a few days, Xiaoge's old new poems will spread. When the time comes, I'm afraid that no one will be able to remember your song "Yulin Bell". ”

Wu Jie sneered: "What Yan Shifan wrote is just like that, it's just a mediocre work, how can I compare that poem with mine." Anyway, if I don't make a move, I will really confirm that rumor. ”

Yi Yi was overjoyed, and hurriedly spread out the four treasures of the study room on the Wu Jie case, and diligently grinded the ink: "Sir, please write." ”

"Don't worry, let's talk about Yan Shifan's new poem first, can you memorize it?" Wu Jie asked.

"Naturally, I can memorize it." Yiyi was a little pretentious, cleared her throat, and sang: "The autumn wind rises in the northwest, blowing my wandering clothes." Where do the floating clouds come from, Anzhi is not his hometown. ”

Compared with Caiyun's singing, Yiyi still seems a little naïve, and many places are not mellow and smooth, but with a glutinous softness, Wu Jie's spirit is lifted when he hears it.

However, this little girl's talent is really good, maybe it won't take two years, and she will become a party.

I couldn't help but lift a brush, turn it upside down, and gently tap the rhythm on the wash with the barrel of the pen. ..., and when she finished singing, Yiyi asked nervously: "Sir, how is it?" ”

"Yes, it's really good!" Wu Jie sighed with emotion.

Hearing Wu Jie's approval, Yiyi's expression darkened: "This ...... How good is that? ”

Wu Jie smiled: "I said you sang well, as for Yan Shifan's poems, is it really ......" He shook his head and sighed: "It's really bullshit, isn't it self-destructive for him to write such rubbish poems?" Wu Jie was a little sympathetic to him. ”

Yiyi stuck out her tongue: "It turns out that Mr. is teasing me." ”

Wu Jie walked to the front of the case, lifted the pen and dipped it in a tube of ink, and wrote it on the paper, saying as he wrote: "Since Xiaoge Lao wants to compare poems with me, if I don't fight, won't I disappoint him." Okay, Wu Jie also came to a five-word poem, so that he could lose convincingly. ”

Yiyi stretched out her little head and read aloud the newly released poem of Wu Jie:

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date.

Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio.

The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me.

Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring.

I sing and wander, and I dance in a mess.

When they wake up, they mingle together, and when they get drunk, they disperse.

Eternal knot ruthless travel, phase Miao Yunhan.

……

Yiyi has followed Caiyun for many years, how can she not see the power of this poem.

This poem is grand, and the realm is too high. The idea is novel, the imagination is wonderful, and the emotion is deep, so that the poem only looks at it, and how can other poems be like the eye.

Singing and singing, she only felt a kind of cold loneliness filling her heart, but she felt a breeze under her armpits, lifting herself out of the clouds, turning into a wide open sky in the night.

In this way, loneliness is no longer loneliness, and loneliness is no longer loneliness.

Yes, this kind of loneliness is the kind of loneliness in the realm of immortals, which is not something that mortals can understand and touch.

In the past, Yiyi and Wu Jie still talked and laughed, and even made ambiguous jokes carefully. She was born in the Qinglou since she was a child, and she understood the affairs of men and women early, and she didn't pay attention to ordinary men.

But the man in front of him, who had fluttering sleeves and was struggling to write, seemed to have become a heavenly fairy in a trance, spotless, pure, romantic, and not eating the fireworks of the world.

At this moment, she could only be in awe.

If the sky does not love wine, the wine star is not in the sky.

If the earth does not love wine, there shall be no fountain of wine on the earth.

Heaven and earth love wine, and love wine is worthy of heaven.

I have heard that it is more than a saint, and it is as virtuous as a sage.

Since the sages have already drunk, why bother to ask the gods.

Three cups lead to the avenue, and one bucket is natural.

But if you have fun in wine, don't pass it on to the awake.

……

In March Jizhou City, thousands of flowers are like brocade.

Who can be alone in spring, and must drink about it.

Poor and short, creation and long-cherished.

A bottle of death and life together, everything is difficult to judge.

When you are drunk, you lose the world, and you are lonely.

I don't know if I have a body, this is the most fun.

Here, Wu Jie made a small change and changed the Xianyang City of the original poem to Jixian County.

Then, the last poem of "Drinking Alone Under the Moon".

Thousands of poor sorrows, 300 glasses of wine.

Although there is too much sorrow and little wine, the wine does not come to me.

Therefore, knowing the wine saint, the wine is hearty.

Quitting Su lying in the first yang, he was hungry and hungry repeatedly.

Contemporary people are not happy to drink, and they are useless.

The crab claw is the gold liquid, and the bad mound is Penglai.

And you must drink good wine and get drunk on the high platform by the moon

……

Putting down the pen gently, and was about to rub his hands that had been frozen a little, Yiyi suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched Wu Jie's hands, and put them in his arms. His voice was choked, his lips trembled, and he couldn't say a word.

……

What else can I say, it really responds to Wu Jie's previous sentence, if Yan Shifan's five poems are placed in the Ming poems, they may be regarded as first-class masterpieces.

However, the peak of literature in the Ming Dynasty was the romance of the novel, which was the market culture represented by "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "Golden Bottle Plum", and "Three Words and Two Beats".

Li Bai's Tang poems are the most majestic mountains in classical Chinese literature, and this poem "Drinking Alone Under the Moon", together with "Will Enter the Wine", "Long Dry Journey" and "Shu Dao Difficulty", is Li Bai's masterpiece and the most brilliant jewel in the crown of Tang poetry.

Is a second-rate literati worthy of competing with literary giants?

ps: I made a big chapter today, so I won't disassemble and develop it. Since Xiao Yan wants to compete with Wu Jie for poetry, can he not die ugly? Wu Shizhen is not fighting alone, behind him are Li Bai, Du Fu, and Wang Wei, who are my glorious Tang civilization...... It's already the middle of the month, and it is estimated that many readers and friends have already come out with their monthly passes, so please vote for this book with the monthly passes you have at hand. I don't recommend it next week, but if you can stay on the classified monthly pass for a few days, it would be a good advertisement. I am now the twelfth in the classification, and there are still more than forty votes left from the tenth place, please help, thank you!

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