On the seventeenth day of the winter month, it is not a New Year's holiday, but the street is very lively, crowded with all kinds of talents, all of whom come from the name of 'calligraphy and art'. The major inns are full, even the small teahouses and restaurants have vacated the living room for some poor students to live, and the threshold of Fengyue occasions such as Xiangyuefang is about to be flattened, and it is open 24 hours a day, and even the old bustard, who has been in seclusion for a long time, can't help but come out to pick up a few waves of guests, and the prosperity of the business can be imagined.

Changzhou 'Wenhui' has a long reputation, most of the people who came to participate are people from the south of the Yangtze River, many of them are students who go to Beijing to take the exam together, from time to time to sound the surprise of old friends to see each other, brother and Taiwan virtuous brother, who is also, talk about poetry and books, one day inside and outside the city of Changzhou, everywhere to hear the sound of poetry.

The talented people have all run out, and those talented women, beautiful women, ladies and ladies are definitely not willing to be idle at home, and from time to time you can see young women sitting in a small sedan chair on the street, lifting the curtain and looking around. There are even bold women who play directly on the street alone, attracting a large number of self-proclaimed 'talents' to come forward to talk, hoping to form a beautiful marriage.

The beauties have already appeared, and of course the gangsters and gentlemen can't be idle, running on the streets in groups, or scattering all the money and beauties with a smile, such as the local tyrant Ling Yue, or the tiger body scares the beauty away, such as the 'little overlord in the south of the city' Zhao Xian......

"Brother Xian~Don't be like this~" Ling Yue was still wearing his bearskin suit, sitting in a luxurious open-top carriage, poked Zhao Xian with his chubby fingers, and complained: "Look at how many delicate beauties there are on this street, everyone comes out to play, the picture is happy, why have you been worried?" Xiaobai, don't you say? ”

In the spacious and luxurious carriage, there was also a small scholar in a literary robe, this person was the same person who had the 'silver' poem at the beginning of the last time, he snuggled up to the side of the carriage, holding a wine glass and approaching the passing woman's suit. Hearing Ling Yue's words, he turned around and nodded: "Brother Zhao, I'll wait for the four great talents of Changzhou to come out to play, it's a pity that Brother Hu is not there, if you are depressed again, who will cheer up my literary style in Changzhou?" ”

Zhao Xian folded his arms and pondered, and the reason why he disdained many warblers and Yanyan was of course not because he could see through the red dust, but because he was afraid of nosebleeds. After drinking the bowl of tonic last night, he was seriously angry, his eyes were red, and his nosebleed in the middle of the night smeared a quilt, almost scaring the flower language who got up to investigate. After Huayu seriously gave Zhao Xian a pulse, he found that Zhao Xian's body was not 'hollowed out', but there were signs of excessive blood, and it would be fatal to make up for it.

But since the 'fire' on Zhao Xian's body has been raised, it is not a bowl or two of mung bean soup that can be lowered, and his lower abdomen is now burning like fire, his mouth and nose are dry, and he doesn't even dare to drink wine, let alone laugh with those enthusiastic girls. If the famous 'Little Overlord in the South of the City' saw that the woman's nosebleeds were bleeding, his reputation in this life would be ruined, and as a last resort, Zhao Xian could only sit in the carriage and close his eyes and meditate on pretending to be a gentleman.

Now that Ling Yue and the others asked, Zhao Xian could only respond: "Zhao only got married to the Huang family yesterday, if he gets entangled with other women today, the impact will not be good, and if the Huang family regrets the marriage because of this, ......"

"Yes, yes, yes! It's still an idle brother. Ling Yue suddenly realized, and immediately nodded his little fat head, if the Huang family ruined Zhao Xian's marriage, his bitter words would come again, Ling Yue didn't want to be chased and cut by Huang Tiantian anymore, so he hurriedly did a good job in the rules, and didn't instigate Zhao Xian to hook up with the woman on the street.

The scholar Xiaobai shook his head in disappointment, picked up the wine glass and took a sip of it, and suddenly found that in front of the tea shop in front of him, a small sedan chair was slowly moving forward. Next to the sedan chair, there is a girl in a red jacket and a maid's bun, chattering outside and talking to the sedan chair, the two sedan chair drivers who carry the sedan chair are neatly dressed and clean, not smiling and serious, at first glance it is the lady of a large family, and the bodyguard who came out to play alone.

Xiaobai immediately became interested, and when the carriage walked to the side of the sedan chair, he coughed lightly, and the folding fan shook softly and said: "The fine snow drifts and the family is silent, and the long street is full of handsome faces." After speaking, he raised his eyebrows quite smugly and looked at the sedan chair.

This era hooks up with women, generally take poetry as a stepping stone, which can not only show their own talents, but also will not cause the woman's disgust, the whole road, you can see a group of wolf-like scholars everywhere, chasing the small sedan carriage and chanting poems, and there are really a few successful hits.

The sedan chair man still buried his head in the advance, ignoring Xiao Baili, but the little maid next to the sedan chair glanced at Xiao Bai with great interest, and secretly called into the sedan chair: "Miss, Miss, there is a handsome little scholar who is reciting poetry outside, do you want to respond to him?" ”

"Good poetry, good poetry!" Before the person in the sedan chair responded, Ling Yue's little fat man, who was an iron buddy, clapped his hands first, and said with admiration: "Mr. Dacai, in just two sentences, the scene of thousands of empty alleys and gathering on the streets of Changzhou is vividly expressed, this kind of skill is really extraordinary, I don't know if Bai Gongzi can tell the last two sentences, I will go home to frame it and keep it for future admiration." ”

"Brother Ling is too polite!" Xiaobai shook his head quite modestly, looked at the sedan chair, and sighed loudly: "It's just a clumsy work, how dare you enter your eyes, Xiaosheng is just throwing bricks and attracting jade, if there is that talented woman who makes this little poem on his behalf, wouldn't it be a wonderful thing......"

"I'll do it!" The person in the sedan chair still didn't have time to respond, and Zhao Xian, who was contemplating with his back to the sedan chair, shook off his long flowing hair and muttered: "The long road is loud, making it difficult for Lao Tzu to sleep!" ”

The snow drifts and the house is silent, and the long street is full of handsome faces. The long road is loud, making it difficult for Lao Tzu to sleep, what a bad poem.

Xiao Bai stumbled and almost fell off the carriage, Ling Yue next to him immediately laughed uncontrollably, and the fat on his body shook and shook, Zhao Xian's words, but the talented and beautiful women who chanted poems and flirted on the whole road were compared to "Uh-huh~ahah~" A fly called spring, this kind of courage is not something that ordinary people can have.

The two palanquin drivers glanced at the carriage unexpectedly, their faces were flushed, but they didn't dare to laugh out loud because of the young lady behind them.

"Boom!" The little girl's face was red when she heard this, and when she raised her eyes, she suddenly found that the figure in the car was a little familiar, and she immediately exclaimed: "Ah! It's a few of you, I remember! ”

"Oh!" Xiaobai's eyes lit up, he looked at the little girl unexpectedly, and said modestly: "My four great talents in Changzhou have always been low-key, I didn't expect anyone to recognize ......."

"Phew! A bunch of hooligans! The little maid stuck out her tongue, looked at the few people in the carriage angrily, and said: "It's just that a few of you ate flowers and wine in Yingxue Building the day before yesterday, and you were still talking nonsense next door to my family and Liu Zhifu, a group of disciples, a group of hooligans, bah, bah, don't get close to my young lady, let's go ......" After speaking, the little maid followed the guards to change a path and ran away in a hurry.

Zhao Xian unexpectedly looked back a few times, but found that the little maid was grimacing at him, Zhao Xian recognized it as the little maid of Shen Lingshan's family at a glance, and the one sitting in the sedan chair should be Miss Shen's family. Zhao Xian didn't expect to meet them here, so he couldn't help but shake his head and smile, and responded with a grimace.

Xiaobai saw that the young lady ran away again, and couldn't help but sigh in disappointment, sat back in the car, patted Zhao Xian's shoulder, and sighed: "Brother Zhao is really talented, it's a pity that Brother Yidao is not there, otherwise I Changzhou four talents join forces, who can match this 'Wenhui'?" ”

"Wow! The four great talents of Jiangnan are the four great talents of Jiangnan! A burst of exclamation suddenly erupted around the carriage, and the crowd immediately rushed forward, and everyone looked up to see that it was Matsuyama Academy that had arrived.

Songshan Academy is built in the north outside the city of Changzhou, covers an area of nearly 100 acres, mountain and lake buildings abound, the high place is a bird's-eye view of the spectacular scenery of the rivers and rivers, the scenery is a must in Changzhou, the door is written by the current saint hand-written plaque, which collects the ink treasure left by countless literati and celebrities, just the visitors who come to pay respects, can make the surrounding inn shops earn a lot of money, it is a rare prosperous area in Changzhou.

At this time, outside Songshan Academy, it was occupied by a group of officials dressed in fiery red official uniforms, and the queue was long, and it was very eye-catching. The crowded crowd outside rubbed shoulders, and countless scholars and students in robes squeezed in, wanting to show their faces in front of the group of big people, and from time to time there were coquettish voices:

"Wow! That is Ling Xian, the eldest young master of the Ling family, I heard that he was appreciated by Lord Hou of the Ministry of Officials and promoted to the prince's companion, is it true? He's so handsome! ”

"What kind of vision do you have, Ling Xian has the son of the Liu Governor's Mansion, and even the son of Lin from Hangzhou is better looking than him."

"What's the use of looking good? Song Shuhuai of Songshan Academy is known as the head of the four great talents in the south of the Yangtze River, and he is a master of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"Joke, Liu Gongzi's famous painting 'Mountains and Rivers Rushing', but it was sold for a sky-high price of three hundred taels of silver, if you don't have real talent and real learning, you are a fool to be the person who buys the painting?"

"Yes, yes, yes..."

The four talents of Jiangnan? Zhao Xian also looked up at the crowd, only to see that outside the Songshan Academy, there was a group of richly dressed people, Liu Zhifu and Shen Lingshan bore the brunt, and there were a few gray-bearded elders, followed by four young and elegant scholars, Ling Xian was inside, and then there were some rich squires, and even a few richly dressed women, standing in the middle with smiles, chatting with each other and walking inside.

A middle-aged man in his forties at the gate of the academy, holding a gong, shouted loudly: "The grand event of the literary world, the flowers in Changzhou, the literature and art, the reputation of the great beam, the military department Shangshu Shen, the prefect of Changzhou, Lord Liu, and the elders of Changzhou, welcome students from all walks of life to come." ”

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