Chapter 18 Lonely Sandbar Cold

Ya Niang and Tang Dalang looked at each other and smiled. Ya Niang sat beside Tang Dalang. Tang Dalang looked at Xiao Jiading and said lightly: "I heard from Ya Niang that you beat the first genius in Yizhou with poetry at the door last night. I've also listened to a few of your poems, and they're really good, but it's a pity that Ya Niang didn't remember them all. I wonder if Childe can complete your masterpiece copied by Ya Niang, so that I can also open my eyes? ”

Yaniang hurriedly took out the poem manuscript and put it in front of Xiao Jiading.

Xiao Jiading glanced at it, he was originally looking for Ya Niang today to see if it was possible to find a backstage, but Ya Niang was sitting with a big thorn guy, it seemed that his plan was going to be in vain, and it was really boring to drink with this guy who had no one in his eyes, it was better to go out and drink flower wine with Zhu Haiyin.

You want to read my poems, but this attitude is very arrogant, if Lao Tzu writes honestly, what face do you have? At the moment, he said: "These poems are nothing, they are not worth the effort to memorize, I will forget them later." Looking at Ya Niang, he arched his hand and said: "Since Miss Ya Niang has a guest today, then it's better to come back tomorrow, can Miss Ya Niang meet you alone tomorrow?" ”

Ya Niang hurriedly said: "Of course you can, but since the son is here today, why should he leave in a hurry?" Ya Niang has already said that the son is here, and Ya Niang wants to sing and dance for the son. Doesn't Childe plan to give Ya Niang this chance? ”

That Tang Dalang looked at Xiao Jiading, his expression was still indifferent, and he didn't look at him, and said, "Xiao Gongzi seems to want to talk to Ya Niang alone, and he doesn't like me very much." But I'm sorry, I came first today, and I just listened to the Yaniang girl stroking the piano and singing halfway through, and I'm interested in listening to it. So I can only be cheeky and stay, Xiao Gongzi forgive me. ”

Xiao Jiading saw that Ya Niang left him, and said that if he insisted on leaving, he would hurt the face of other girls, and he still had to ask her, so he could only treat this big prickly guy as transparent. Then he sat down cross-legged again and said, "I'm afraid of disturbing the two of you." Since Brother Tang doesn't care, I naturally won't care. I can see the singing and dancing of the girl Yaniang, that is the dream of every scholar, if I don't give face, I will be known by those scholars, I am afraid that I will not be able to get out of this jade building, hehehe. ”

Tang Dalang and Ya Niang both laughed, Zhu Haiyin smiled happily, he just heard that Xiao Jiading was leaving, and he was in a hurry, but now he sat down again, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, and said: "Yes, yes, I can see the song and dance of Miss Ya Niang, Sansheng is lucky, let's enjoy it." ”

When Ya Niang heard that Xiao Jiading was willing to stay, she couldn't help but show joy on her face, got up immediately, walked to the front of Yaoqin and sat down, and said, "Ya Niang will play a new song made by Da Lang on the order of Da Lang a few days ago." ”

Tang Dalang nodded, his original casual expression was gone, and his posture was much more correct. It's just that Xiao Jiading was originally sitting cross-legged, but now, he felt that his legs were numb, so he stretched out one leg and bent the other, that posture was really ugly. But Xiao Jiading himself didn't think it, and muttered in his heart, grandma, this Tang Dynasty is too bad, there are no chairs, when does Lao Tzu have to order a few chairs, sit like this every day, it's uncomfortable to death.

Ya Niang's white hand swept across the Qin Yaoqin, and the crisp sound of the piano flowed from her fingertips, like strings of beads scattered on a jade plate. Singing gracefully, he sang:

Green dark red spring is twilight,

swallow bit mud,

Fly into the weeping poplars.

The catkins want to stop the wind,

There are countless mountains in the sound of cuckoos.

Bamboo cane and mango shoes are inconclusive,

Crossing the river,

Single-plank cross-bridge road.

The woodcutter fisherman comes and goes,

Who is the main one in Yichuan Fengyue.

This poem depicts the sad and lonely scene of a detained traveler drifting in the twilight of spring, Xiao Jiading listened, squinted at the middle-aged scholar, and saw that he looked sad, as if he had been infected by Ya Niang's song. I thought, it turns out that your kid is the same as me, and he also lives in Yizhou, so I asked Ya Niang to fill in such a poem.

Hehe, aren't you a big thorny guy holding a shelf? Lao Tzu will make you a little more bitter!

Thinking of this, Xiao Jiading clapped his hands and said: "After listening to the girl's song, the lonely and lonely people in the lyrics, and the scene of no return for the detention infected me, aroused my poetry, and I also wanted to fill in the lyrics, I wonder if the two of you are interested in listening?" ”

Yaniang slapped her hands and said, "Why not?" It's great, so I asked my son to write a song for Da Lang, okay? ”

"Okay." Xiao Jiading walked to the back window, pushed open the window, and the cold moonlight sprinkled in, and outside the window, behind a few sycamores, the waning moon was mottled. When Xiao Jiading saw this scene, he remembered Su Shi's famous poem "Fortune Operator", looked at the night sky at the moment, suddenly raised his hand and pointed, and shouted: "Oh, a lonely Hong flew over?" ”

"Really?" Ya Niang got up and came over to watch, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, but she didn't see anything, and sighed: "Flew away?" ”

Xiao Jiading nodded and said, "Let's fill in the words with this topic below." Pretending to be in deep thought, he slowly recited:

Lack of moon hanging dredging,

Leak the initial silence of the person.

When I see a lonely person,

Ethereal lonely shadows.

Startled but turned back,

There is hatred and no one is provincial.

Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to perch,

Lonely sandbar cold.

Xiao Jiading finished reading this poem, except for the fat man Zhu Haiyin clapping his hands, he didn't hear any reaction from Yaniang and Tang Dalang, and couldn't help but be a little strange, looking back, he saw that Tang Dalang had tears in his eyes and a sad look on his face. And Ya Niang looked at him with a painful heart, and she also looked like she was dripping.

Zhu Haiyin also noticed that something was wrong with the two, and quickly stopped the applause, looking at Xiao Jiading at a loss.

Seeing Tang Dalang's appearance, Xiao Jiading was very happy in his heart, this is what he wanted. However, seeing that the middle-aged scholar was really sad and a little sympathetic, it seems that this person really has a lot of sorrow in his heart, so he was infected by Su Shi's bleak and arrogant words. Then he arched his hand and said, "See it!" ”

Ya Niang looked at Tang Dalang and said in a low voice: "Da Lang......"

The tears that were about to roll down in Tang Dalang's eyes were stopped by this sound, he looked up at Ya Niang, suddenly got up, walked to the desk next to him, took a brush, held an inkstone in the other hand, walked to the snow-white powder wall opposite, and wrote down the poem recited by Xiao Jiading.

Xiao Jiading saw him dancing with dragons and phoenixes, strong pen power, and calligraphy was very good, not only admired, but also had such good calligraphy, and it was normal to be arrogant. The disgust in my heart for this middle-aged scholar was a little lighter.

Tang Dalang finished writing, took two steps back, looked at the inscription on the wall in a daze, and did not speak. Ya Niang went over, took the inkstone and pen in his hand, and did not speak. Silently handed over a handkerchief.

Tang Dalang took it and wiped his tears, and after a long while, he turned around with a long sigh, looked at Xiao Jiading, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Xiao Gongzi, thank you." Ya Niang wrote dozens of lyrics for me, but none of them were as good as your one in my heart. Thank you very much. ”

Xiao Jiading smiled and said, "It's a little meaning." ”

Ya Niangqiang smiled: "Okay, sad and sad, don't think about it anymore, let's talk about some happy things." ”

Zhu Haiyin interjected when he heard this: "Yes, yes, otherwise, how about we still fight?" If you lose drinking, I'll ...... wine! ”

Thumb fights are fist strokes, but the rules are different from modern ones. It was generally a game of drinking between the vulgar commoners, how could a noble literati like them do such mundane things. Yaniang frowned and glanced at him, Zhu Haiyin was also interested, so she quickly stopped and didn't say anything more.

Tang Dalang didn't mind, and said: "It's time to drink, I haven't been drunk for a long time, and today I got the good word of Xiao Gongzi, it's worth getting drunk!" Come on! Change to a big bowl! ”

Yaniang was speechless, but she didn't object, she asked the maid to change the big bowl, Tang Dalang personally filled it and sent it to Xiao Jiading: "Come, Xiao Gongzi, Tang respects you!" ”

Xiao Jiading is also a drunkard, seeing that the wine is naturally happy, seeing that he is no longer stabbing the end of the shelf, he also put the previous unhappiness behind, took the wine bowl, and followed Tang Dalang to drink it dry in one go. The two looked at each other and smiled.

sat down again, Ya Niang saluted Xiao Jiading and Tang Dalang with a bowl each, but did not salute Zhu Haiyin. Zhu Haiyin was thick-skinned, and he didn't care, so he brought a wine bowl and came over to toast. Xiao Jiading naturally drank with him, but Tang Dalang and Yaniang only took a shallow sip.

Tang Dalang asked Xiao Jiading: "Where is Xiao Gongzi?" ”

Xiao Jiading said: "I worked as a scribe in Shaocheng County. ”

"Oh?" Tang Dalang was a little surprised, "You are the scribe of the county government?" ”

Zhu Haiyin on the side was even more surprised, and was about to speak, but he had already said that he was a good brother with him, if he didn't know anything like this, then what kind of good brother was he? I had to laugh and listen.

Xiao Jiading nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"What exactly?"

"I don't know the way yet, let's be honest, I only decided to enter the yamen as a scribe today, and I don't know what I want me to do."

"And what do you want to do?"

"My criminal law is not bad, so I want to go to the torture chamber and become a scribe. It's just that I don't know if I can get my wish. ”

Tang Dalang looked at him, thought for a while, and said, "Since Xiao Gongzi has studied criminal law, I happened to encounter a case here, I don't know what to do, can Gongzi give advice?" ”

"Tell me about it."

"So it was true that there was a rich man, and he had a wife and a concubine, and his wife had no children, but the concubine gave birth to a son, and the rich man liked it very much, but his wife was very jealous. One day, several servants of their family planned to take advantage of the rich man's absence, to find a rope to strangle the concubine, but fortunately, someone secretly told the rich man, so they did not succeed. The rich man was very angry and guessed that his wife was probably behind the incident, but there was no evidence. He couldn't get angry, so he tied up a few of his servants and sued the official. The slaves were demanded to be executed for murdering their masters. In this case, there is no provision in the criminal law, what do you think should be done? ”