After winning the Huiyuan, Liufu welcomed a group of congratulatory people again, which lasted for nearly half a month before slowly calming down. Liu Ming, who is naturally optimistic, consciously won Huiyuan, which is already a very good result. Among the tens of thousands of candidates, the first place selected, if nothing else, the name of Jinshi has been locked.

Liu Ming knew that as a lifter, he already had a good status in this Fei County. If you become a tribute, even if you go to the state capital, you will not be worried. has a meritorious name, naturally it is not comparable to white clothes, does not kneel when seeing officials, is exempt from forced labor, and even if it violates the law, it must be removed before he can go to prison.

These privileges are embodied in all aspects, the Song Dynasty folk house building customs believe that the height of the houses of each household must be the same, not higher than the neighbors, and those who are higher than the neighbors in feng shui profit are harmful to the neighbors, which often leads to neighborhood disputes in ancient times. However, Liu Ming didn't have to worry about this, he was a tribute, and his family's house could be six inches taller than other people's houses.

The neighbors, instead of being annoyed by the blocking of light, were proud to live near their homes.

Suddenly, Liu Ming found that he had become a privileged person, and the people around him were shouting one by one, which made him a little unaccustomed.

In the afternoon, in the west wing, Liu Ming drank the Biluochun that Xing'er bought for himself, looked at the green leaves in the cup, smelled the aroma, and felt a burst of satisfaction in his heart.

He held a folding fan and saw a familiar figure sitting by the lotus pond in the courtyard outside the window.

Liu Ming walked out of the room slowly, smiling: "Xing'er, are you painting that lotus?" ”

Apricot smiled and nodded, holding the brush with her green fingers, dipped it in paint, and decorated the half-finished lotus flower on the canvas.

Liu Ming stood beside him with his hands in his hands, carefully watching Xing'er Danqing paint.

At this time, the spring breeze in the courtyard is slow, and the grass and trees are covered with golden light, dancing slowly and colorful. From time to time, there are a few maids, shuttling between the corridors and pavilions, and when they see this picture of a talented and beautiful woman, they can't help but be fascinated.

At this time, Xing'er glanced at Liu Ming again, her husband, who was still so suave and understanding. She felt that Liu Ming had a completely different perspective from the men of this era. What he likes, he can mostly approve and support, and he will not cite those clichés of the Three Principles and Five Constants, and he is even more resolutely opposed to her wrapping her little feet.

Xing'er believes that in this world, there is no one who can love herself more than her husband.

"Minglang, I will inscribe a word on this lotus picture and send it to Qingzhou poetry and painting." Apricot looked up and said.

"Qingzhou poetry and painting?" Liu Ming raised his eyebrows, "What are you talking about, is it a manuscript that has been circulating in the county recently?" ”

In the Song Dynasty, from the official family to the common people, the whole people loved to dance and write. In recent years, some poems and paintings of new scholars have been circulated among the people, which have been copied by a group of enthusiasts and circulated in the community.

Later, the rule was formed, and it was published once a month. Gradually, the local folk publication "Qingzhou Poetry and Painting" became the object sought after by Qingzhou scholars. What's more, with a few poems, he became the protégé of the state capital and even Bianjing officials, and he soared.

"Minglang, tell me, I want to make the word of the first lotus, what is the best idea?" Apricot pulled Liu Ming's sleeve. In her opinion, her husband is talented and the most outstanding reader.

Liu Ming stared at the lotus picture, and couldn't help but think of the scene where he and Xing'er met for the first time, and he smiled gently: "Xing'er, do you remember the first time we met?" ”

"Of course I do, husband." Apricot recalled, "At that time, you saved me in the water, and I kicked me underwater three times. ”

"Yes, later, you didn't say hello to me, the life-saving benefactor, and ran away." Liu Ming said with a smile.

"Didn't I send you a chicken leg later?" Apricot snorted.

"But I want to eat elbows."

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time. The sweetness and warmth of the first meeting warmed the hearts of the two.

Liu Ming's eyes lit up, the poem was flourishing, he took the pen and ink, spread out the shengxuan, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and in an instant, he completed a poem.

Xing'er saw that between Liu Ming's dragon and phoenix dance, she couldn't even write a cup of tea, and she felt very admired in her heart.

She couldn't wait to pick up that shengxuan, and took a look, thinking that even if it was a limerick, it would not be easy to make it in such a short time.

Xing'er browsed the two sentences, and her eyes lit up, revealing a gluttonous and eager gaze, carefully pondering and studying.

"Husband, your poem is very appropriate. The wording is also very elegant and exquisite, but ...... How can there be a style of euphemism? Xing'er covered her mouth and laughed softly, "Husband, can you write men's words and women's words?" ”

Liu Ming scratched the other party's pretty cheeks and said affectionately: "This poem is just to match your lotus picture, and it is also in your tone to recall the scene when we saw each other in the lotus pond." ”

Xing'er caressed the handwriting on the shengxuan lovingly and said: "This poem really writes the fun of boating on the lotus pond when you are young." She said sweetly, "Husband, I want to express all our previous memories in words and bind them into a book." ”

"Okay, Apricot. You should first send this poem and this painting to Qingzhou poetry and painting to show your skills. A smile appeared on the corner of Liu Ming's mouth.

"In my name?" Xing'er Qiao's face was slightly red, "I didn't make this word, husband, you did a really good job, I don't have this level." ”

"In your name, of course." Liu Ming said warmly, "If it weren't for this lotus picture of yours, how could I make this poem?" ”

Liu Xinger was full of joy when she heard it, and entrusted the painting and words to her subordinates and sent them to the poetry club of Qingshan Poetry and Painting. Apricot just wanted to be fun and fun, and she didn't take it to heart.

One day a few days later, the spring was bright and the sky was clear, and Xing'er heard that a new teahouse had opened in the street, and the dim sum she made was very delicious, so she pulled Liu Ming to accompany him.

Because everything in the house is peaceful, there are still some days before entering the Beijing Palace, Liu Ming can spend a few days of leisure, and he will accompany his wife.

Liu Ming was dressed in a white scholar's shirt and held a folding fan. Xing'er is wearing a long peacock blue checkered skirt, walking up, the lotus steps move lightly, like a flower fairy flying, it is very good-looking.

Those who knew each other well in the street smiled in a friendly manner when they saw these two people. This talented and beautiful woman is set up as a scenery made in heaven, and the passers-by next to her are only envious of mandarin ducks and not immortals.

Since the Yang Liwu incident, He Zhi County's purge of officials and encouragement of commerce and trade has given Fei County a new look, and the streets are bustling with twice as many people. There are many snack shops, and the aroma is the smell of caramel, soy sauce mixed with cooked meat.

Xing'er pulled Liu Ming, and ate it from house to house, what four-color steamed buns, enema enema, mutton fat leek cake, swirling sand dumplings, all the way to eat.

Whole a snack goods!

"Husband, let's go to the Songhe Tower to eat soup dumplings, the soup dumplings are very delicious, and they are available in limited quantities every day."

Liu Ming's stomach was already a little full, but he was helplessly pulled by Xing'er to Songhe Tower.

This Songhe Tower was originally a teahouse, and later became famous for making soup dumplings. The soup is thin and filling, the soup is oily, soft and fragrant, white and smooth, lifting like a lantern, putting down like a daisy, attracting a lot of tea customers.

It is not easy to eat this soup dumpling, and diners must first have a pot of expensive Ming Qian Longjing, sit in the teahouse and wait. Even then, it is not always possible to have a seat. But because this soup dumpling is so delicious, there are still many people who flock to it. When Liu Ming and the others arrived, the Songhe Tower was almost full, and there were many young scholars from other counties.

Liu Ming also ordered a pot of tea and pulled Xing'er to sit in an inconspicuous corner. He looked at the diners of Wuyang Wuyang, and estimated that the chance of eating soup dumplings was not very large, so he agreed with Xing'er that if he didn't wait for half an hour, he would return home.

Apricot nodded obediently.

The people in the Songhe Tower are surging, but the soup dumplings are being poured out one drawer after another very slowly, and after a long time, many diners have impatient expressions.

"Shopkeeper, we've been waiting for a long time, why isn't this soup dumpling good?" Apparently some scholars are getting impatient.

"We all came from other counties in Qingzhou to study, and we heard that your soup is good, so we came here to cheer up."

The scholars at the neighboring table also echoed.

This is like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and the diners at the other tables also complained.

After a while, the little two in the store couldn't cope anymore, and had to invite the big shopkeeper from Songhe Tower to come out and press the scene.

"Ladies and gentlemen...... Ladies and ......gentlemen, the big shopkeeper of Songhe Tower was also dressed in a Confucian shirt, with a hint of scholarly anger, and arched his hand at the tea guests present: "Everyone, I'm sorry, this soup dumpling, there is only one drawer left, and the rest is gone." ”

"How's that going to work? That's not enough points. ”

A few tables of tea guests were dissatisfied.

"That'...... Can I give you some other refreshments? The shopkeeper smiled apologetically.

"No, no! We're here for the soup dumplings. Don't you still have a drawer? Who is this drawer for? ”

The diners at several tables were like hungry wolves, staring at the soup dumplings in the drawer, and their eyes were going to turn green.

"So, so. Since you are all talented scholars, it just so happens that although you are in business, you are also coarse in literature and ink. The shopkeeper of the Songhe Tower picked up a thin booklet and said, "Contemptible people are brave and meet friends with words." Everyone spoke freely and talked about the recent masterpieces of Qingzhou calligraphy and painting. If it is in line with my heart, it will not only be given as a soup dumpling, but also free of tea money. ”

This proposal is also in line with everyone's wishes, and they have agreed with it.

Liu Ming, who was at a table in the corner, remembered the words he had made a few days ago, and he asked Xing'er in a low voice: "When will your lyrics and paintings be published?" ”

Xing'er replied: "Those friends of Qingzhou calligraphy and painting said that they are sending someone to copy it by hand, and it will be spread in the world in a few days." ”

Liu Ming nodded slightly, and continued to pick up the teacup to taste.

On the other hand, it was the suggestion made by the shopkeeper of Songhe Tower, which made the teahouse even more noisy. Qingzhou poems and paintings, basically Qingzhou scholars are all familiar with each other, and everyone has a copy.

Many people opened the poems and paintings in the last issue and commented on them.

One said: "The shopkeeper, this song "Xijiang Yue" is delicate and emotional, I am very happy, I don't know what the shopkeeper thinks? ”

Another said: "I think the artistic conception of the song "Butterfly Loves Flowers" is more beautiful. ”

The shopkeeper of the Songhe Tower, smiling and listening to the comments of these scholars, nodded and said, "I still think that "Xijiang Yue" is the best. The scholar who recommended "Xijiang Moon" was free of charge for tea and offered soup dumplings. “

The scholar who recommended Xijiangyue had a happy face and was a little proud - not only did he eat the last drawer of soup dumplings in this empty alley, but also in front of so many scholars, his taste in poetry was also praised.

The little second had just picked up the soup dumplings and was about to send them to the scholar, when he saw a yellow scarf and hat scholar next to him smiled coldly, "This "Xijiang Moon", I'm afraid it's not very ......good."

The sneering voice of the yellow scarf hat scholar was like a swishing wind, which made the scholars present change color.

The owner of the Songhe Tower also frowned, thinking to himself where did this come from to smash the field? However, he has been in business for many years and has long learned to smile and welcome customers. He said politely: "This brother, Qingzhou poetry and painting are also relatively heavy publications in this state. The lyricist of this Xijiangyue is last year's lifter. If Brother Tai says it's not good, it's really a bit biased......"

This was said very fairly and objectively, which made the other scholars present also nod.

In an instant, the man in the yellow turban hat seemed to have become the target of everyone's attention.

"The shopkeeper, "Qingzhou Poetry and Painting" is also a contemptible and respected manuscript of publications." "It's just that I have a friend who works in this publication, so I got an internal copy of the next issue." I think that although this "Xijiang Moon" is good, it is too far from this new word made by Xiucai called Rumengyue! ”

Hearing this, Xing'er raised her eyebrows slightly - this is like a dream moon, which is her pen name.

"Oh?" The shopkeeper's face was expectant, "I heard that the next issue will not be until three days later, do you have an internal copy?" Can you list it? ”

"Nature, nature." The man in the yellow scarf hat cherished the inside copy from his sleeve and handed it to the other party.

"That's what I'm going to recommend." He pointed solemnly to one of the pages.

Liu Ming and Xing'er in the corner were also very surprised when they heard this. Especially Xing'er, when she heard that someone in front of the public recommended the poems written by her husband for herself, she was shy and happy.

She looked at Liu Ming and found that her husband looked calm, as if everything was expected.

The shopkeeper of the Songhe Tower took the internal transcript, read the words in his mouth, browsed a few sentences, and suddenly said with a red face: "Good words, good words." Little Er, give me a pot of tea, I want to sit down and savor it......"

"This painting, this picture, if there is no good tea to accompany it, it is really a tyrannical thing." The shopkeeper laughed as if no one was around.

Seeing that the shopkeeper of Songhe Tower was also fascinated, everyone was even more novel, and they gathered around him, wanting to see the style of this poem.

The shopkeeper of Songhelou pointed and said: "Everyone, you look at this word, the two sentences seem to be plain, but in fact it is natural and harmonious, and all the readers of the lyrics are naturally led to the artistic conception that the lyricist wants to express." These three or four sentences have boosted Yixing more deeply. ”

He stroked his beard and said with satisfaction: "These three or four sentences give me an image." Among the lotus flowers in full bloom, there is a leaf flat boat rocking on the boat is a young talent who is not exhausted, such a beautiful scenery, suddenly jumped on the paper, and it is about to come out. ”

This poem, with concise words and only a few fragments, writes about the good times of the author's childhood. People can't help but want to go boating with her on the lotus bush, not drunk and not returning. I see, when it is officially launched in three days, this word will be popular throughout Qingzhou, and maybe even spread to Bianjing. ”

Several scholars rushed to read it, and when they saw that the shopkeeper was not lying, they also praised each other.

"This is still a female lyricist...... a scholar said, "This Qingzhou poetry and painting is the first time that there is a work by a female lyricist." Graceful and fresh, it is similar to the style of the three changes of the willow. ”

"I think this song will be popular, and it will be catchy as a small song." Someone suggested.

"Two, it's a coincidence, I teach piano skills in the state capital, and I happen to be next to the piano, so it's better to play a song for you on the spot." Said a skinny long-haired luthier.

"It's better to meet than to meet by chance. I took Xiao Di with me, just in cooperation with my brother. Another scholar said with a spring breeze on his face.

"Everyone, don't worry, I'm going to ask a singer to sing for you." The owner of Songhe Tower rose even more, and found a singer from the theater next door.

For a moment, everyone was in high spirits, and they all sat down, and all of them pricked up their ears, ready to listen to the beautiful law.

Liu Ming's table also served some new tea and fruits. Xing'er saw that the song caused such a big reaction, and her heart was pounding. Her face was a little nervous and shy, and she secretly glanced at the scholars sitting next to her—fortunately these were all scholars who had come from other counties, and no one found out that there was a writer of the lyrics at this table.

Looking at his husband again, he still had a calm expression, beating along the piano with anticipation.

The thin, long-haired luthier gently plucked the strings, the sound of the piano was gentle and flowing, and the sound of the flute was beautiful, high and low, and light and sounding.

The singer danced her sleeves and sang in a low voice: "I often remember the twilight of the Xiting Pavilion, and I am drunk and don't know the way back——"

The melodious and warm singing seemed to lead everyone to the lotus pond.

"I returned to the boat at night and strayed into the depths of the lotus flower."

A beautiful picture appeared in everyone's minds: on the clear water, covered with dense clusters of huge lotus leaves, countless pink or white lotus flowers, surrounded by green leaves, quietly bloomed in the evening breeze. A drifting boat, carrying an elegant maiden, lost in the verdant fragrance of the lotus flowers.

The evening breeze is blowing, and the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating.

The tea guests of Songhe Tower listened to it with deep affection, and the last sentence couldn't help but sing in unison:

"Fight, fight, stir up a shoal of herons."

(This artistic conception can't be said if you don't come to reward.) ）