It's just that after a day, the weather in Bianliang City changed from a sunny day to a cloudy day, and the cool breeze swept the fallen leaves and swirled down, which added a bit of coolness to the sultry Bianliang City.

Of course, in front of most people's eyes, Bianliang City is still the same as before, full of people and noisy. The water on the river surface is flooded, the willows on the river bank are still clinging, from time to time the breeze rolls up the fallen leaves, whirls and floats down to the water, startles a few fish to float to the water surface curiously to find out, encounters the canopy boat rowing, quickly sinks to the bottom of the water to dodge, where the water flow is gentle, you can see a lot of women are pulping laundry, from time to time there is a silver bell-like talking and laughing, more comfortable and lively. And there are still peddlers and pawns on the street not far from the shore shouting loudly, and the smell of steamed buns wafting not far away is extremely tempting, and many hungry pedestrians have stopped and spent a few pennies to comfort the empty temple.

Most people are still busy with life, it has become a habit and a part of their lives. If you have time, go to the teahouse and sit down and listen to the latest gossip in the market, which is already a rare pastime. And the most frequently mentioned on this day is just the birth of the water tune song and the crazy boy who came out of thin air. Since the Tang Dynasty, it has rarely been seen such unruly characters and such bizarre conversations.

If it is just a good song, the impact may not be so rapid without the fermentation of time, but this is not only the romance of this song, the red sleeves beckoned Luo Yi everyone to sing and dance, the white-clothed young man Yushu is in the wind, the Southern Tang Dynasty master retreats abruptly, and he fights in all directions alone, everything is as bizarre and interesting as it is told in the book.

The Bianliang civilians, who have long been tired of hearing good words, have a picky appetite, but with this unusual plot story, plus this young man from his own Da Zhao, plus the family from the Southern Tang Dynasty who has always regarded Da Zhao as a literary barrenness, this word and the three pairs of pairs spread in Bianliang City at a plague-like speed.

Some people even went to the Qinglou teahouse to hang out, just to call the girl, sing the water tune song head, savor the scene of the seven steps of the word teenager to retreat from everyone in the Southern Tang Dynasty, squinting his eyes and fantasizing about which teenager he is, and how high-spirited he should be. After being satisfied, something happens more meaningfully. Thanks to the young man, today's red sleeves are very lively and full of people.

As for the author of the word, the little-known Yingding has published several versions, some say it is the son of a high-ranking family, some say it is a scholar from a poor family, and some are even more bizarre that it is a disciple of a hermit in the mountains. For a while, the boy was covered with a veil of mystery, which was even more strange. But no one thought that this young man was actually from the palace and from his own Sixth Highness.

According to the news from inside the Red Sleeves, the Luo Yi family, who never stayed overnight, the sixteen-year-old boy stayed in the place where the man was haunted by his dreams for a whole night, and he left in the afternoon of the second day, how could Xiangyan tell it? This aroused the raging gossip of the people of Bianliang City. Winning Ding's limelight for a while, coaxing Bianliang, and some people praised Winning Ding as the first lyricist of Bianliang, but was made fun of by everyone kindly, after all, this Winning Ding made a total of one word, the first two words to be discussed. But my Da Zhao finally won a literary event, didn't he?

If Zhao Ming knew, he would just smile suddenly, poetry is used as soon as he is used, it is not a big deal, and Zhao Ming does not have those cleanliness habits. It's just a pity that such a good first-hand poem was wasted on that Liu Ruyu, or wasted on Yingding, and there was no benefit, after all, it was a pity. The poems I know are a great strategic resource now, if you need something, you can do something to set off the atmosphere, with rhythm or something, even if you exchange it for some silver. But that's all, since it has been thrown out, in terms of Zhao Ming's character, it doesn't matter if it is accepted.

In today's era, a person who has read a book likes to speak with some allusions and drag two sentences. As soon as this poem comes out, it is inevitable that Zhao Ming's name of winning Ding will be examined by those who are not convinced, which is a headache. He memorized the basic Four Books and Five Classics, and the royal education class in his early years was really a hellish model. The Four Books and Five Classics are like a conditioned reflex in his mind, and he can also get a lot of new ideas in the vernacular from the messy information of later generations, and if he delves into it, he will make jokes. Studying old paper articles is not what he Zhao Ming is good at, is this about abandoning the identity of Yingding? That's a pity, at least before the matter of the silver donation is settled, there is still a need for Yingding to exist. Whatever, it's not a big problem, the sword goes off the rails, the sword splits the right way, and there are thousands of ways to solve it, but it's sassy.

In a small courtyard in Bianliang City, the atmosphere is not as cheerful as outside, the cool breeze sweeping the fallen leaves even brings a bit of twilight desolation to the people in the courtyard, and the small courtyard without sunlight is shady and a little cold.

Liu Ruyu, whose face was pale and had a cloth belt on his head, sat on a chair in the main hall. A few mouthfuls of old blood were not enough to abolish his old life, but the depression that filled his chest lingered. The gossip circulating outside made him worse than dead. A literati can only live a lifetime and be famous before and after, and now that he is ruined, how can he give up like this! Yingding children, a small generation that emerged from there!

"Brother Liu doesn't need to be discouraged, but it is not bad for a while, and it will not damage the prestige of Brother Liu's lyricist." Another middle-aged man in blue clothes sat like a mountain on the flat table, the cool breeze blew and messed up the white paper on the flat table, the man in blue frowned and smoothed it again, pressed it with a paperweight, and raised his hands and feet to see a little romance. After contemplating the scenery outside the hall for a while, he waved his pen on the white paper on the table and wrote a few pens, and a picture of the summer courtyard was impressively displayed on the paper.

"Brother Wei's painting skills are becoming more and more proficient, no worse than me, and it makes my little brother's hands itch." Watching the man in blue paint on the side of the table was a man holding a folding fan and dressed in pure white. The most conspicuous thing is the white clothes on the man's body, who actually wrote this cursive script, and the clothes flying between talking and laughing made the cursive on the clothes a little more free and easy, "If you don't write a lyric by Liu's predecessors, let the cursive writing be on the top, and it will not be an insult to Brother Wei's summer courtyard scene." ”

Wei Qiyan put down the brush in his hand, got up and said with a smile: "Brother Yang Xian said that he laughed, it is rumored that Brother Yang has obtained the law in grass. Hongnong Yang's cultivation reads the heirloom, Yang Xiandi's words are difficult for everyone in Northern Zhao to find, and a word can be worth a thousand gold. It's an honor for a foolish brother to be able to watch the foolish brother's clumsy work. I don't know Brother Liu... Brother Liu? ”

Wei Qiyan's inquiry startled Liu Ruyu, who had been pondering, and couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard the words: "Brother Wei Xian, Brother Yang Xian." Now there is no face to mention poetry again. The kindness of the two virtuous brothers was understood. Lyricist? Go to Hugh, go Hugh. ”

"Hey, Senior Liu doesn't have to be like this." Yang Nanan showed the folding fan in his hand, and brought up a few wisps of sideburns with the wind on his back, and there was no picture or painting on the fan surface, and the grass was on his back, all of which were boutiques, "It's just the defeat of the word, how can you make the predecessors disheartened so much." That winning Ding is only better than choosing words to form sentences, as can be seen from the pair that no one can break. Senior Liu underestimated the enemy for a while, and just stumbled in front of the horse. Although Liu's predecessors are famous for their poetry, they are also good at learning kung fu. The left and right are just that little boy taking advantage of others and bullying the weak. ”

"Brother Yang Xian is right." Wei Qiyan also echoed on the side, stretched out his hand to add water and ink to Yang Nan'an, and stopped with satisfaction, "Is it so easy to be born with a peerless good word?" However, the young man of sixteen or seventeen is not well-known, if he really has a brilliant talent, I am afraid that his name has already resounded in the land of Beizhao. That word must have been obtained by the elders of the family with great difficulty, and the child was given to support his face. Otherwise, the young man's family has such a supreme mind. Again, Yu never thinks that Brother Liu will lose! It's just a child's luck. Brother Liu doesn't care. If you meet again, you will definitely be able to regain Brother Liu's reputation in the world! ”

"Alas, thank you Brother Wei Xian for your kindness." Liu Ruyu's eyes lit up, and his atrophied spirit also lifted up, what Wei Qiyan said made some sense, so that people don't dare to sing the moon easily, the peerless words that can be written at this age are really not like they can be written at this age, this artistic conception, this pattern is amazing, is it so young people who are not deeply involved in the world can write it? The biggest question is really as Wei Qiyan said, if it was really done for that young man, why hadn't he heard this young man's name at all? Who is afraid that his reputation is not famous enough? I'm afraid that Wei Qiyan really said it, this word was just a coincidence of the young man, and he just happened to bump into it!

Liu Ruyu was relieved for no reason, closed his eyes on the chair, no one knew what he was thinking in his heart, and he calculated for a long time in his heart before he spoke, his expression looked a little regretful: "A little fame is just a floating cloud for Yu." can help the younger generations, and the old man is willing. There are newcomers in the world of words, and the old husband only likes it, but... A gentleman does not speak behind his back. That's it. ”

"A gentleman can also say anything, and his mind is open-minded." Yang Nanan put away the folding fan, picked up the pen and thought about it, since there are no words, copy the ancient words up, a little ink, the pen is like flying, and the cursive script of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing falls on the paper, "Senior Liu, please speak up." ”

"That's... That's it. Let's just say to all the virtuous brothers, and don't spread it. Liu Ruyu opened his eyes, no one noticed the joy in the depths of his eyes, and his tone was still full of regret and pain, "In the past, when did the water tune song start, when did the bright moon come out, and the old man was originally very relieved. I am happy that there are successors in the altar of words, and I am not alone. It is also a pleasure for the old man to help him become famous. It's a pity that this son..."

Liu Ruxue looked like he wanted to speak and stopped, but Yang Nan'an, who was already impatient, threw his pen and asked, "How is this son?" actually made Senior Liu so sorry? ”