After a while, Fang Daniu outside the door curtain said, "Out of the city." ”

"Hmm. ”

After a while, Fang Daniu said: "It's time to cross the Ji River, there are many people standing there in the pavilion of the post station, I don't know who Lu Dao is waiting for." ”

Fang Yun opened the curtain of the door, in front of which was the Jihe Bridge made of stone slabs, and in front of which was the Jixian Post Station, which was originally the place where the imperial court transmitted letters and was responsible for the officials' travel and accommodation and horses.

However, due to the prosperity of the talent system, the documents of the imperial court directly used the "Hongyan Chuan Shu" of the Literary Academy, which was reached in an instant, and the post station was no longer responsible for delivering official documents, but was responsible for the mailing of civilian letters.

Non-officials or officials pass on the "Hongyan Biography" of the private credit institute is very expensive, one tael of silver in the same state, ten taels of silver in the same country, and one hundred taels across borders.

Fang Yun was surprised to see that Cai County Ling, Wang Yuanjun, Su Juren and other important figures in Ji County were there. The bull barbarian behind Cai Xian Ling was more than seven feet tall and extremely eye-catching.

Fang Yun was stunned for a moment, thinking that they were greeting a big official, but when he saw someone waving, he realized that they were here to see him off.

Fang Yun's heart was warm, and he immediately jumped out of the carriage and followed the carriage to the pavilion of the post station.

At this moment, the sun has not yet risen, there is frost hanging in many places, and the spring cold is steep, Fang Yun did not let Yang Yuhuan come down.

Walking in front of everyone, Fang Yun bent down and said, "How can Fang Yun He De be treated so favorably by all the elders and adults. ”

Su Ju said: "This is wrong. Your luck is like a young phoenix at this moment, and you will soar into the blue sky in the future, and it is our honor to send you to you. You are 'Jixian Fangyun', and you are also from Jixian County, so you should be sent. By the way, do you marry my daughter or granddaughter? ”

Everyone laughed, these days in the city has been rumored that Su Juren failed to recruit people, and when they learned that Fang Yun did not abandon Yang Yuhuan, the scholars in Jixian County had a higher evaluation of Fang Yun.

Cai Xian Ling took out three letters and handed them to Fang Yun, and said: "I am the same township as Governor Sun, the same list as Zhang Si of the State Criminal Division, and the Zhou Master Book of the State Academy of Literature, since you go to Dayuan Mansion, help me bring the three letters." ”

Governor Sun is the highest civil governor of Dayuan Prefecture, and his official residence is the fifth grade, while the Si Zheng of the Prefecture Criminal Department is in charge of the arrest and criminal prison of a province and is a member of the fourth rank. The main book of the State Academy of Literature is the six-rank official, and the grade is also higher than that of the Cai County Order.

Fang Yun knew that this was Cai County's order to help him pave the way, so that he could rely on these three letters to meet with the three high-ranking officials, and if something happened in Dayuan Mansion in the future, these three would definitely help Cai County's face.

"It seems that those three people are all literary people. Wen Xiang is the head of the literary department, but there must be civil officials under him, and although Zuo Xiang Liu Shan is only the head of civil officials, his protégés are also in the army and the literary academy. ”

Fang Yun thought in his heart, took the three letters, and thanked Cai County for the order.

The patriarch of another prominent family in the county handed over a small red cloth bag and said, "This is ten or two Chengyi, I wish the first plan a smooth journey." ”

Then some people also sent Cheng Yi, and Fang Yun thanked them one by one.

It was only four hours by carriage from Jixian County to Dayuan Mansion, but these people gave more than 100 taels of silver, and many people sent more than congratulating Fang Yun for the children in the examination, which shows that Fang Yun's status in their hearts is constantly rising.

Everyone chatted about some of the Dayuan Mansion's experiences and made some pointers that were beneficial to Fang Yun, and when the sun was about to rise, some people said that Fang Yun should go quickly, don't delay the trip.

Wang Yuanjun said: "I don't know when we will meet today, Fang Yun, it is better for you to make a poem or lyrics here, and it will not be in vain for us to run in vain." ”

Fang Yun said with a smile: "Lord Dare King is not here to send me, but to test me, you are really conscientious, how about taking the exam next year?"

"No! Today's business is done today!" Wang Yuanjun's words caused everyone to laugh good-naturedly.

Many people looked at Fang Yun curiously, Fang Yun's talent and poetry have spread all over Ji County, and they don't know what kind of poem he will make today.

Rong Xiaosheng thought carefully. ”

Fang Yun said, looking around.

Everyone was even more curious, Fang Yun was obviously preparing to use local materials, if this could be written into a good poem, it could really be described as "seven steps into a poem".

Fang Yun slowly watched, there was a post station nearby, a farmhouse and thatched hut not far away, the rooster crowed, and the waning moon in the sky was getting fainter and fainter.

Leaves fell on the mountain road in the distance, and unknown flowers bloomed on the wall of the post station, but because he was leaving Jixian, he became more and more nostalgic for this place.

Fang Yun asked, "Can you have pen and ink?"

Seeing that everyone on the side of the pavilion suddenly laughed in unison, and took the initiative to stand on both sides, making way for Fang Yun to lead to the stone table in the middle of the pavilion.

On the stone table, there is a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and the study room is full of four treasures, and even the ink is polished.

Fang Yun shook his head with a wry smile, walked over, lifted the pen, pondered for a moment, and wrote in "willow style" with thick ink, reading while writing.

"Start in the morning to conquer the priest, and go to the hometown of sorrow. ”

I didn't start writing immediately after I finished writing, as if I was thinking.

The crowd nodded, and some looked at the bell around the horse's neck.

Fang Yun continued to write, and at the same time read: "The rooster sound is in the month, and the track is frosty." ”

Many people's eyes lit up, this sentence was very vivid, and Fang Yun didn't seem to be writing poetry, but painting.

Then, Fang Yun finished writing the last few sentences to form a five-character poem.

Get up in the morning to march to the priesthood, and go to the hometown of sorrow.

The sound of chickens is in the month of Maodian, and the track of Banqiao frost.

Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, citrus aurantium flower Ming post wall.

Because of the dream of Sijiling, the wild goose returned to the pond.

After the last, Fang Yun wrote the words "Jixian Morning Trip" on it.

Shicheng, Cai Xianling frowned, walked to Fang Yun's side, and stared at Fang Yun's poem for a long time.

Wang Yuanjun nodded and praised: "I am afraid that this poem also has the talent of Mingzhou, poetic pleading, the scene is moving, first write the poet to set off, and then write all the way to the scenery, the most Lu is missing the Jixian landscape in the dream, wild ducks and geese floating in the lake, like a traveler returning to his hometown, the love is sincere, rare, rare." ”

Su Judao: "This poem is extremely neat and beautiful, and it is the best travel poem I have ever seen." ”

Everyone nodded one after another, and the readers had farewell poems, side poems, and travel poems, and this "Jixian Morning Trip" was indeed outstanding.

"Among them, the sentence 'chicken sound Maodian month, human track Banqiao frost' is very wonderful, chicken sound, Maodian, month, human tracks, Banqiao, frost, the arrangement of the six images is perfect, the most rare is the sonorous rhyme, reading like a clear spring into the throat. A showman said.

Liejin is a rhetorical device, the whole sentence is a noun or noun phrase, cleverly combined and arranged, among which the most famous artistic conception is "withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and west wind thin horses", but on "absolute" is not as good as this "Shangshan Morning Journey".

This poem is the famous work of Wen Tingyun, a famous poet and lyricist in the Tang Dynasty, and Wen Tingyun is the originator of the "Huajian School", and the prototype of the Huajian School in Huang Yi's novel "The Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty" is the Huajian School. The reason why the words of later generations prospered was due to Wen Tingyun's contributions.

Although Wen Tingyun and Li Shangyin are called "Li Wen", they are only better than Li Shangyin in words, and they are far inferior to Li Shangyin in terms of poetry, and the only thing that can compete with Li Shangyin's poems is this "Shangshan Morning Journey", which is an ancient and modern "absolute" poem.

The penultimate sentence was originally "because of the dream of Du Ling", but it obviously does not match here, so Fang Yun changed "Du" to "Ji", both words are in the sound, which does not affect the peace and artistic conception of the poem at all.

Everyone talked about it, and Fang Yun was silent.

Cai Xian Ling suddenly said loudly: "Okay, you Fang Shuangjia, I said how did you keep silent after you finished writing, it turns out that you are testing us! Everyone, you underestimate this poem, this is not a poem from Mingzhou, but a poem of 'Zhenguo'!"

Fang Yun couldn't help but smile slightly, thinking that Cai Xianling was worthy of being a jinshi, and he had discovered the beauty of this poem so quickly.

"County Zun, are you exaggerating?" Wang Yuanjun was stunned, as far as it seems at present, it is difficult for this poem to reach Zhenguo, because Zhenguo and higher-level poems have extremely outstanding performances in a certain aspect, or deep feelings, or majestic, or words like knives, or magnificent, or strange, or absolute, and so on.

Cai Xianling smiled and asked, "Don't you see that this is a superb poem?"

The quatrain is not a quatrain, but refers to the fact that the poem is extinct in some way, and it is difficult to appear the same.

"This ......"

Everyone talked about it, and they couldn't see where this poem was "absolute" at all, after all, the poetry was so rare that many great Confucians couldn't make one in their lifetime, and the poems at that level were available but not sought.

Cai Xian Ling said word by word: "Chicken, sound, grass, shop, month, people, traces, boards, bridges, frost!

Many people's faces changed, and they rushed to the stone table like a tide to take a closer look, and they actually squeezed Fang Yun away.

Cai Xian Ling clung to the stone table wisely, otherwise he would also be squeezed away.

"Sure enough, it is a brocade of words, this poem is unprecedented, hundreds of generations are lonely, amazing and beautiful, amazing and beautiful!" Su Juren shouted loudly, his face was red with excitement, and people who didn't know the way thought that he made a good poem.

The corners of Wang Yuanjun's mouth trembled excitedly, and he said, "Could it be that for the favor of the saints, I have come to work in time? I even have the opportunity to see the birth of a poem of Zhenguo with my own eyes?"

Several older Xiucai were also full of obsession, and their expressions were more fanatical than the flower thief who had been abstinent for twenty years suddenly saw a naked peerless beauty.

"I can see the poems out of the town, die without regrets, die without regrets!"

"Immortal genius, immortal genius!"

A group of scholars shouted and wailed as if they were mentally ill.

Wang Yuanjun couldn't hold it back, and reached out to take the poem and read it carefully, but he couldn't hold the piece of paper in his hand.

"This ......" Wang Yuanjun had to increase his strength, and then he held it with both hands, obviously very hard, as if he was holding a big stone.

Wang Yuanjun sighed: "A page weighs 100 catties, it is indeed a poem into a town, it can't be wrong!"

This paper is obviously not big and thin, but it is extremely heavy, and many people are shocked when they see it for the first time.

"Why doesn't the ink disperse? Isn't this ink not sticking to the skin? It is clear that Xiucai can do it, how can Fang Yun's words be like this?"

"How can a child before the Holy Child be like you and me?"

"Yes. ”

"Nonsense! Even if it is a saint child, it is impossible for him to practice for ten days without touching his skin, it is obviously the result of Fang Yun's hard work. ”

"Good. ”

Everyone took turns to watch the tasting, and before they knew it, the sun was rising.

The morning light shone on Fang Yun's words, and an extremely faint halo appeared on the surface of each word.

"That's a lot of words. Su Juren praised.

Cai Xianling's expression flickered brightly and darkly, frowning, not knowing what Lu Dao was thinking.