Let's say that in the hall of the outer courtyard, Huang Dong proposed that everyone compose poems. //

Huang Dong has the heart to show off in front of everyone today, how can he let go of this opportunity. Then he said: "Otherwise, this is not true." Have you ever thought about it, what kind of character is this Wu Shizhen, in my opinion, can you get the fame of showing off your talent in the exam, and you really have to decide whether you win or lose in poetry? ”

Everyone was puzzled, the imperial examination was based on the eight shares of Shiwen, what is the matter with poetry?

Some people couldn't help but ask.

Huang Dong stroked the beard that had just grown on his upper lip and smiled: "You have probably forgotten what kind of character Boss Wu Shizhen is. ”

"What kind of character can it be, the grandmaster of the literary world, Lianzhong Liuyuan, the first person in the past, a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy." When it came to Wu Jie, everyone was full of admiration, and there were voices of admiration for a while.

Seeing that he was praised so much by his classmates when he was a child, Wu Jie felt weird.

"You're all right, but you're not perfect." Pressing down with both hands to calm everyone down, Huang Dong said: "But you classmates have probably forgotten that before he won the championship, Wu Shizhen was already the leader of Shilin, and what really made him get this status was not because of his ten consecutive poetry competitions with Yan Shifan, the old man of Xiaoge, in the thirty-ninth year of Jiajing. It was from then that Wu Jie established his position in the literary world in one fell swoop. ”

"yes!" Everyone responded with a bang.

Some people excitedly recited Wu Jie's poem: "If you want to cross the Yellow River and ice Sichuan, you will climb the mountains full of snow." Hurry, great, the voice of Hong Zhong Da Lu! ”

"Actually, Mr. Wu Shizhen's best song is the one with a pot of wine among the flowers." The other person retorted, and then chanted loudly, beating the rhythm vigorously on the bowl with chopsticks: "Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes a three-person ......"

For a while, the singing was everywhere. After drinking some wine, they couldn't hold it anymore, and they all let loose their bodies.

Beside Wu Jie, Zhu Mao muttered in a low voice: "Actually." Wu Shizhen's best poems should be the willow bank, the wind and the waning moon, which has gone through many years, even though there are thousands of styles. And with whom can I say it. Hey, that's really good. The lovesickness, the two wisps of tenderness, turned into a silk entanglement, binding people into it, but they couldn't break free. ”

Speaking of which, he took a sip of Huadiao. There was a little tear in his eyes.

This poor scholar is poor and is often laughed at by the world, but because of this, he is more sensitive than ordinary people, and he likes this kind of graceful and gentle poetry the most.

Wu Jie was strange in his heart, he had only plagiarized these poems for more than a year. In ancient times, information spread very slowly, and it was widely known to the readers in Jiangnan

I couldn't help asking: "Brother Zhu, Jiangnan Shizi also knows Wu Shizhen's poems?" ”

Zhu Mao nodded: "I couldn't have known it so quickly." The year before last. Didn't Wu Shizhen write a book "Stone Records", although the text is full of men and women, but the story is excellent. Bought out of stock in Nanjing. The problem is that this novel has not been written yet, and Wu Shizhen is a famous person, and it is estimated that he will also take this book seriously and stop writing. The booksellers in Jiangnan sent people to guard Beijing, and once they had a new manuscript, they sent it back to Nanjing by fast boat to be printed as a booklet. It was at that time that his poems spread to the south along with the manuscript of "The Stone Record". ”

Wu Jie suddenly realized that in this year's time, in order to deal with Emperor Jiajing. He had already copied the entire "Dream of Red Mansions", but the ending was too fucked, which caused Jiajing to be very depressed for a few days, thinking that Wu Jie was tired of writing. The people in the book are either written to death or written home, deliberately unfinished.

For this. Wu Jie copied more than a dozen green words in one go, which made Jiajing happy.

Smiling at everything in front of him, Huang Dong was very satisfied with the atmosphere he had created. After everyone was excited for a long time, they said proudly: "It is precisely because Wu Shizhen is a famous man and is good at poetry that it is inevitable that he will have a preference for volumes with outstanding literary talents." The problem is that there is a fixed format for the eight-strand essay, and when it is written, it must be done according to the rules, and there are too many restrictions, but the candidate's talent cannot be seen. Therefore, in my opinion, when it is time to determine the winner and loser, it has to be on the trial poem. ”…,

is related to their own results in the imperial examination, and everyone listens attentively.

Huang Dong swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "This time, my father went to visit Mr. Wu Shizhen, and he talked very happily. From Mr. Wu's words, I could vaguely hear the meaning of this. In fact, our candidates in Jiangnan have been cold for ten years, who has not read more than 10,000 volumes, and who has not been able to do anything well, if you really want to distinguish between the high and low, it is not so easy. Unlike the nephews in the north, they dare to go to the examination room without reading a few books. ”

Speaking of northern scholars, Huang Dong looked disdainful. In fact, the Jiangnan scholars of this era are too powerful, and in front of the northerners, there is a lot of self-confidence and arrogance.

Huang Dong: "Therefore, if you want to vote for the will of the great master, that trial poem must be excellent." Other people despise the trial poem, thinking that it is just a thing to suit the situation, and the rhythm and format are right. But I don't want to, in this issue, the great master has to select talents on this. Let's classmates, don't blame me Huang Dong didn't remind everyone, and please keep it secret, don't leak it. ”

After speaking, he gave up his hand again and again.

Everyone stood up one after another: "Thank you, Brother Huang Dong." ”

Wu Jie couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it, when did he meet Huang Dong's father, and said that he would choose talents on the trial poem?

This Huang Dong really deceived the dead without blushing, and he said it well, and ordinary people were really going to be deceived by him.

The reason why he opened his eyes and said nonsense was probably because he had the intention to show off his special relationship with the examiner in front of his classmates and gain the envy, jealousy and hatred of others.

From this point of view, this man is really cheesy.

Huang Dong smiled again: "In this case, it is rare for us to get together today, but we drink and compose poems." If you have the inspiration and can make some good sentences, you might as well revise them and use them in the exam paper. ”

Everyone said yes: "Please also ask Brother Huang Dong to come up with a question, and I will write a song each." ”

Wu Jie shook his head, suddenly feeling happy, and he didn't want to stay here anymore. He came here with Mozi today, mainly to visit relatives to recognize the door, and let Mozi see how his cousin is doing now. It is estimated that at this time, Mozi should meet the elders of the Huang Zhou family and the Huang Dong family, and when she finishes meeting, she can go back.

This place is really boring.

Huang Dong said again: "I heard people in the capital who came to Nanjing say that Wu Shizhen is a famous man, and he has a close relationship with a talented woman named Tang Buer. This Tang Fuji is an immortal with great magical powers who is praised by everyone today, not only cultivating profoundly, but also playing the piano well. It is said to be the great master of the Shushan Guqin School. Huang Dong estimated that the trial poem produced by Wu Shizhen in Jinke should be based on the theme of music. ”

He drank and began to speak more and more incomprehensibly.

Hearing Huang Dong talk about Miss Tang, Wu Jie was a little annoyed in his heart. He often went to Cishou Temple to meet Tang Mi this year, but he couldn't hold it for a while, and he had a husband and wife with her.

When she left Beijing, Miss Tang was already a month pregnant.

Counting it, it's not high, and I will be happy to be a father in eight months.

Li Shizhen said, judging from the image, it should be a daughter. I don't know how he saw it, it's more accurate than X-rays.

Wu Jie is happy, but when he thinks of the dignified Tang Fairy, the Taoist female cultivator Grandmaster was made to have a big belly by herself, and spread it, I am afraid that everyone will have a bad reputation.

But how to solve the matter, Wu Jie couldn't think of any way.

Now listening to Huang Dong mention this stubble, Wu Jie couldn't help but become depressed, and took a big sip of the wine glass.

Beside him, Zhu Mao also muttered depressedly: "If you talk about composing poems and lyrics, I can't do it." ”

While speaking, Huang Dong was still saying loudly: "Fellow students, when it comes to guqin, I am not very proficient. But I have a concubine in my family, whose surname is Gu. This is a famous courtesan on the Qinhuai River, and the first-hand guqin is inherited from the Guangling school. Although it is not as good as Tang Fairy's peerless sound, it is also good. It's better to let her come out and play a song for everyone, and everyone will make a poem according to the meaning of the song, or five words, or seven words. ”…,

"Just according to Brother Huang's words." The crowd was excited and applauded.

Huang Dong's family has small assets, and his life is nourishing, and everyone is very envious. This guy because his wife can't have children, often linger in the flower street and willow lane, last year, spent a lot of money to redeem a courtesan from the painting boat of Qinhuai River, and accepted him as a concubine.

I used to hear that his concubine was born well and was coarse and well-read, but he never had the chance to see him.

got this opportunity today, how can he let it go, naturally he can't help urging Huang Dong to call people out.

Huang Dong laughed and said to a subordinate, then nodded: "Don't worry, my little concubine will be here soon." ”

Wu Jie frowned when he heard this, the ancient concubine had no status, and it could be said that it was no different from an item. But people followed you, and they were husband and wife, so it was not appropriate for her to meet others in public.

This Huang Dong is really unbearable.

This is probably the difference between the moral concepts of the ancients and modern people.

Wu Jie was suddenly a little glad that he had made Mozi a flat wife, not a concubine. Otherwise, in the future, his family business will be bigger, and the status of the moth will be low, and he will even be looked down upon by his subordinates, but how can it be embarrassing?

However, the status of this flat wife is not defined in the law, and it is still not very legal.

It seems that this matter will have to be thought about after returning to the capital.

Wu Jie secretly said in his heart: Since he entered the Hanlin Academy and became the emperor's confidential secretary, the real power in his hands has suddenly increased, and the number of officials who have come to visit has also increased. The family is too small, and it needs to be changed to a big house. Otherwise, just buy two sets of yards, one set of moths, and one set of Tang Mi in the future. Although Mozi does not have the title of a wife, he can let Qiang'er inherit my future title and family business. In this way, it can be regarded as worthy of the ups and downs of her and her life.

Wu Jie shook his head and smiled bitterly: I'm only in my early twenties, how can I think about the future, my mentality will be old, this is not good.

The thought of this lifted his spirits. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )