Dahuangpu from west to east from the southern suburbs of Qingpu County rushes, on the wharf, large pieces of bluestone paved stone layers on top of each other, these bluestones have been trampled flat and smooth for many years, the midsummer sun shines, the bluestone and the river shine together, the waterfront bluestone platform is full of send-off Zhusheng and Lu's family, and the noisy hot scene here is in sharp contrast: ten zhang away on the high bank, between several tall and upright toon trees, a young girl wearing a moon-white cloth robe, combing a female crown and a bun stands gracefully - gray-brown trunk, The pale white small flower bunches are hanging in a row, the fluffy canopy forms a mottled shadow on the ground, the girl with a light waist and low sleeves is standing in the shade of the tree, seeing Zhang Yuan and the others looking up at her, she calmly put on the wide-brimmed bamboo hat in her hand, walked out a few steps, and stood in the sun, like a famous flower and jade tree.

Zhang Cao was overjoyed and said proudly: "This is Chen Meigong's female disciple, who wants to return to Nanjing, and Meigong entrusts us to go with us." ”

When the Qingpu people heard this, they were envious, so they chanted "There is beauty in the same boat, Yan is like Shunhua", and there are those who sing "There are beautiful people who will never forget at first sight", and they were sour for a while, and their ugliness appeared frequently - Zhang Cao did not give in: "Big brother, Jiezi, I will pick up the girl and get off the boat." Quickly walked up the stairs, walked to the toon tree, waved to the girl, and said: "Xiaosheng Shanyin Zhang Cao, yesterday at dusk, I went to Meigong Mountain to live in the mountains...... Oh, Xiaosheng reported his name last time. Only then did I look up at this girl - the last time I borrowed the same boat on the broken bridge in the West Lake, the moonlit night was dim, Zhang Cao only felt that this girl was beautiful, how beautiful but did not see clearly, at this time in the May sun, the slightest detail, first of all, I felt that this girl's skin was white, and the neck exposed outside the collar cloth robe was long and beautiful, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was mutton fat and jade, and the face was like a peach blossom in March, the pink and white were crimson, and the dark yellow wide bamboo hat was shallow pressed to the eyebrows, and the eyebrows were like green feathers, and the lips were painted with Zhu, especially the beautiful eyes were bright and charming, as if they could speak. Isn't such a beauty a gift from God to men, and art can soothe the mania and loneliness of life, Zhang Cao thinks so, he is not because he can play with women casually, but he thinks that it is more exciting to have women in this world.

Wang Wei remembered this Zhang Cao, who was the one who patted the side of the boat in the West Lake boat and howled "Single Knife Meeting" that night, and claimed that he regarded fame as dung, and immediately took a blessing, and said: "Thank you Zhang Xianggong for your kind invitation, the little woman bothered me." Asked, "Are you ready to get on board now?" ”

Zhang Cao's eyes couldn't be taken off, he was dizzy, he had only seen such a stunning life, and he felt that this girl's Jinling accent was also very good, and he said continuously: "Yes, please." ”

There was a big sweat from under the tree to pick up a load of luggage and come over, Wang Wei called this big man "Uncle Yao", and a twelve, thirteen-year-old maid, together with the boy with hair, Wang Wei here a total of four people, Zhang Cao led the way, Wang Wei and the four of them followed down the high stone steps - the bluestone platform on the Zhusheng suddenly quieted down, watching this elegantly dressed, fairy-like girl step by step down the stone steps, without squinting straight across the pedal and on the boat, Zhusheng waited until he couldn't see before he sighed, and guessed who this girl was?

Zhang Ruoxi, who came to see off her younger brother, watched the girl get off the boat and asked in surprise: "Xiao Yuan, who is this woman?" ”

Zhang Yuan said: "It's a female disciple of Chen Meigong, her home is in Nanjing, and she wants to take our boat together." ”

Zhang Ruoxi looked at his younger brother Zhang Yuan suspiciously, Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "What is my sister looking at me like this, don't you believe what I said?" ”

Zhang Ruoxi said: "Okay, I don't bother to ask, you are studying abroad, don't be too ridiculous." ”

Zhang Yuan Zhengse said: "Sister doesn't know me yet, I've been honest since I was a child." ”

Zhang Ruoxi sneered, patted Zhang Yuan's arm with the fan in his hand, and said, "Are you honest, I didn't see it, you have been stubborn since childhood-"

Lu Chun on the side immediately said: "Mother, was Uncle Jiezi naughty and disobedient when he was a child?" ”

Zhang Ruoxi hurriedly said: "My mother is joking with your uncle, your uncle likes to read and write since he was a child, and he is very well-behaved-"

Lu Jie asked: "Is Uncle Jie good with me?" ”

Zhang Yuan touched the little heads of the two nephews and said with a smile: "Uncle was really not as good as the two of you when he was a child, both of you wrote so well in big characters, and my uncle admired you." ”

The two little brothers are very lively, and they said that they will also go to Nanjing to study with Uncle Jie Zi in the future.

The luggage has been loaded onto the ship, and the boatman is standing on the shore waiting for the boat to sail.

The parting was imminent, Zhang Ruoxi's eyes were slightly red, and she said: "Xiao Yuan, if my father arrives in Nanjing, please invite his old man to come to Qingpu to live for a few days." ”

Zhang Yuan nodded and said, "Sister, don't worry, I wrote it down." ”

Zhang Ruoxi said again: "When you came home from Nanjing a few years ago, you came to see your sister in vain. ”

Zhang Yuan promised: "Okay, I will definitely come." ”

Zhang Yuan and Zhang Dai said goodbye to Lu Tao and Yang Shixiang, and got on the three-oar wave boat, which can carry forty or fifty people, Zhang Yuan and his party of twenty people, together with Wang Wei's four and four boatmen, a total of only thirty people, so the cabin is quite spacious, Zhang Cao followed Wang Wei on the boat early, and was sitting and talking with Wang Wei, polite.

Wang Wei saw Zhang Yuan and Zhang Dai getting on the boat, got up and said, "Thank you for letting the little girl take the boat, bothering you." ”

Zhang Dai said: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say." "Even though it's the third time I've seen this girl, I still feel amazing.

Zhang Yuan only smiled and nodded, went to the bow of the boat to see the boatman untie the cable and sail the boat, waved goodbye to relatives and friends on the shore, and waited for the ship to be far away from the dock, then returned to the main cabin, but saw that the eldest brother Zongzi and the third brother Yanke were a little fascinated by this girl, no wonder, this girl is indeed beautiful, as if it has been modified by computer software in later generations, there is generally no flaw, if Zhang Yuan is just the original Zhang Yuan, only seventeen years old, he will definitely give the soul and the soul, and now he is of course more stable and calm than the eldest brother and the third brother- The boat is relatively slow against the current, the sound of the water at the bottom of the boat is gurgling, Zhang Dai and Wang Wei discuss poetry, Wang Wei calmly said the anecdote of the poets of this dynasty, from Gao Qi to Wang Shizhen, and then to the 38th year of Wanli Gengxu to explore the money and be humble, and talk about the famous poetry of the poets, such as a number of family treasures, Zhang Dai greatly admired, and praised: "The girl can be called a beauty bachelor, Zhang Dai admires." ”

Wang smiled slightly and looked at Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan sat on the side and listened with a smile, rarely interjecting, but he had such a feeling that this girl cared about his attitude very much, and whenever she talked about the smugness, she looked at him, and Yingying's eyes seemed to ask: What does the prince think?

Zhang Cao was impatient to listen, and said: "The poets of this dynasty have nothing to say, the good poems have been written by the Tang Dynasty, and occasionally slip through the net, Su Dongpo and Huangshan Valley have already picked them up, and when they arrive in this dynasty, they are all clichés and scum!" ”

Zhang Cao knocked over all the poets of the Ming Dynasty with a rod, as if writing poetry is to seize treasures, good poems have been robbed, and the poems of the Ming Dynasty are not interesting.

Wang Wei said: "Otherwise, when the world is like the public security Sanyuan and Jingling Zhong Tan, they all pay attention to the unconventional and unique surname Ling, and good poems are common." ”

Zhang Cao: "The public security Sanyuan knows, Jingling Zhong Tan, I haven't heard of it." ”

The corners of Wang Wei's mouth hooked, as if he was teasing, and said: "Zhong is Zhong Bojing, Tan is Tan Youxia, and they are all famous poets and writers today. ”

Zhang Cao asked: "How about putting it in front of Li Du Ousu?" ”

Wang Weimei's eyes rolled up, revealing the lovely whites of her eyes, and said: "I won't tell you, does it have to be Li Du Ousu who writes poems - this Zhang Xianggong only knows that there are Li Du Ousu, a few poets?" ”

These words are sharp, hitting Zhang Cao's weakness, Zhang Cao has indeed read not many poems, only Li Bai, Du Fu, Ouyang Xiu, Su Dongpo, Huang Tingjian and a few people, this time they were broken by the girl, fortunately, Zhang Cao is thick-skinned, not ashamed, and said: "After tasting the delicious food, let me eat coarse tea and light rice, it is simply better to live than die." ”

Wang Weicui frowned slightly, and looked at Zhang Dai and Zhang Yuan: "What else do the two ministers have to say?" If not, please don't talk about poetry, don't play chess to kill the eternal day. ”

This girl is indeed talented and arrogant, Zhang Dai felt that he really couldn't beat this girl in poetry, looked at Zhang Yuan, and said in his heart: "I don't read much of Jiezi's poems, and now let the girl in this song despise our three brothers of the Zhang family in Shanyin." ”

Zhang Yuan is familiar with the history of the late Ming Dynasty, and he still knows a little about the public security faction and the Jingling faction, and said: "My third brother Yanke is a rich and noble person, and he is not a delicacy that is not eaten, I am not so picky, I have also read some poems of Zhong Yu and Tan Yuanchun, and it is indeed not Erer." ”

Wang Wei was a little annoyed, her face was flushed, like a peach blossom in March, Zhong Yu and Tan Yuanchun were poets she highly admired, especially Tan Yuanchun, who also pointed out her poems and said: "Since this Zhang Xianggong said so, presumably poetry is better than Zhong and Tan, and the little woman wants to ask for advice-"

Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "If I go to the restaurant to dine, I think the wine and food are not good, and the store says that Zhang Xianggong said so, presumably the cooking skills are better than the next, and I have to ask for advice in the next - then what should I do?" ”

Zhang Dai and Zhang Cao both laughed, and the girl Wang Wei also covered her lips with her hands, and couldn't stop laughing, but said: "The two Zhang Xianggongs are both strong arguments and strong words!" ”

Zhang Yuan said: "Although I am not good at writing poetry, but the eye of appreciation is, Zhong and Tan advocate the surname Ling for poetry, but it is overkill, lonely and deep, incomprehensible, many of his poems are only understood by themselves, and the unique situation is difficult to express, which is still the reason why the heart is not corresponding." ”

Zhang Yuan's criticism of Zhong and Tan made Wang Wei feel quite unconvinced, but Zhang Yuan's words were obviously very insightful, at least he could say this kind of thing only after reading Zhong and Tan's poems. The masonry insects weep in the cool dew, and the fence dogs bark at the remnants. The frost and the moon are more than bright, and the smoke and ruins are even more faint. In the autumn, I know how many times I said, and the neighboring pestles are sparse - such a poem in the late Tang Dynasty, how could it lose to Liu Changqing and Qian Qixian? ”

Zhang Yuan smiled: "I'm just a generalization, if you want to refute me with one or two poems that Zhong Yu wrote best, it will be boring, don't play chess, don't play chess." ”

The girl Wang smiled slightly and said: "Is Zhang Xianggong, the little Sanyuan of Songjiang, such a careful person, just hold on to my words!" ”

Zhang Yuan looked at the way this girl laughed, and couldn't help but feel excited, for some reason, he felt that this girl was a bit like a baby sister.

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(To be continued)