Jin Dingfa on the edge of the small table sniffed and said, "I smell the smell of mutton, and the aroma of the meat being roasted over charcoal, it must be roast mutton." ”

"Huh? You guessed it, I thought it was delicious, so I brought you some. Yun Bailing happily reached out to open the oiled paper bag he brought.

"Here you go."

"Here's for you."

The girl dressed in pink and hanging a small cloth bag distributed the roasted mutton to others, and even the small stall owner on the side got a bunch, laughing with joy.

Seeing that it was lunch time, the White Lotus, who looked around but had never been too far away from Yun Tombsheng, hugged her fists at a few people and said, "It's already dark, and you have to hurry in the afternoon, should we find a place to have lunch?" ”

After a discussion, White Lotus took a few people to the restaurant where Yun Tombsheng didn't ask for the most delicious but the most expensive in his mouth.

Although Yunyue City is very large, the small news spreads faster, and it didn't take long for people everywhere to say that there was a group of young people in Yunyue City who were not rich or expensive enough to describe, and a small dart master with him dared to use a scabbard to slap the faces of several sons of Yan Mansion.

On weekdays, the sons of the Yan family, who stand behind the Yan Mansion and the king of Zhennan, have a bad reputation, and they are used to being arrogant and domineering, and many people in the city have a lot of complaints about them, but they really can't afford to offend, so they put up with it, this time several sons of the Yan Mansion were humiliated by this, and I don't know how many people applauded.

When a group of people walked into the largest restaurant in Yunyue City, the shopkeeper who was still chatting happily with people a moment ago, the rumor that the sons of the Yan family had lost face, heard the restaurant's Xiao Er running and asking him how to entertain the group of people who came to the restaurant, and suddenly his facial features wrinkled together.

The shopkeeper thought about it and let the chief of the restaurant go to the reception, if the shopkeeper still entertained the second as usual, I was afraid that a group of people in Yun Tomb would think that the restaurant would despise them and be unhappy; If you go in person, I am afraid that if I am beaten by the little dart master after the conflict, I will really lose face like the sons of the Yan family.

During the meal, the white lotus said to go out and see if there was anything else to urge, and then he wandered around outside, Ren Yun Tomb shouted that he just didn't serve it, and then ran to the hall to spend his poor salary and ordered a white rice and added some juice for lunch, Yun Qianyu saw it outside the door and asked the shopkeeper to send him two dishes.

White Lotus's life creed is to mix and mix, but you must recognize your own position, and no matter whether you are favored or humiliated, you must put your position right, you can't be proud when you are favored, and you can leave a backbone when you are humiliated.

After eating, the White Lotus took a few people to rent a painting boat, and swam Yunyue City well, the culture of Yunyue City is pinned on this river, and the White Lotus will lie on the riverside when she is very young to look at the luxurious and gorgeous painting boat decorated, and look at it year after year.

Later, after being taken to the dart game by the old hall master Li Yuanmao, he still likes to walk around the Yun River and the Yue River when he has time, but he has never had the opportunity to come up to take a look.

The white lotus lost the desire of childhood, leaned on the pillar and stared blankly at the water, the water reflected the beautiful scenery on the shore, the light ripples made the scenery a little illusory, and the young man suddenly realized that he seemed to have recorded twenty years of his life in this river.

When he returned to the Cai Duoduo Dart Bureau, Yun Tomb Sheng saved a sentence that the White Lotus was good, and seeing that Yun Tomb Sheng was in a good mood, the hall master Li Yuanmao grinned with joy.

When a group of people were on the road again, White Lotus was talking to the guards of the dart bureau about how he slapped the faces of the sons of Yanfu and how he swam the river on the most expensive painting boat, and after speaking, he took out his saber and showed it to a group of people.

A guard was a little unconvinced, went to the street and asked a circle after coming back directly to the white lotus bow and worship, almost kneeling down and kowtowing, after this thing the people of the Caiduoduo Dart Bureau walked outside with their heads up, and the Caiduoduo Dart Bureau became the spiritual sustenance of many half-grown teenagers.

A group of gorgeously dressed young men left Yunyue City, but there was still their story in the city.

……

Ten years of Yangzhou dream, Yangzhou is like a city located in a dream.

Yangzhou City under the moonlight is brightly lit, the place where the light shines is bright, and the place where the moonlight shines is dreamy.

Autumn Zen in a small boat out of the capital, along the way to see the sunrise and sunset and the bright moon, the sun is high at noon and the night without stars and moonless, young people will get into the small cabin on the boat to meditate and practice, although the boat is slightly slower than the horse, but the boat does not need to rest, day and night.

The boat stopped at a wharf by the Yunhe River in Yangzhou City, and the slender Qiu Chan walked down from the boat, looked at the smooth bluestone slabs on the ground that were lit by the lights, listened to the shouts and laughter of the streets, and suddenly found that the bricks and stones of Yangzhou City also emitted a good smell of fireworks.

Different from the fresh taste of the mountains and rivers of Qingling City, different from the heavy civil and military charm of Yunyue City, and not the glorious scene of the capital, it is just a simple song and dance, the years are quiet, and the young man who looks up and looks around said softly: "No wonder they say that the dream of Yangzhou is really a good place to get drunk and dream of death." ”

"Look."

I don't know who shouted, the world suddenly quieted, the noise disappeared neatly as if it was cut off by a knife, and even insects could be heard in the melodious flute sound, and the moonlight seemed to be practiced, shining on Yangzhou City without reservation.

After a brief silence in the city, the young man looked up in the moonlight, and saw the woman in white dancing lightly on the tall building, and he knew why the whole city was quiet, why the whole city was boiling.

The moonlight penetrated the woman's light veil and fell on this bustling street, and the first prince of the capital, who was full of obsession, instantly lost his mind and muttered to himself: "Even if the country is overwhelmed, it is nothing more than that." ”

In the noise, sometimes stepping on the glazed tiles and sometimes leaping under the moonlight, the woman did not have any changes, it seemed that she was not jumping to the ordinary people downstairs who raised their heads, so it didn't matter the exclamation of the ordinary people, just one person danced quietly, like a crane, like a snow lotus, not stained by everything in the world.

Looking at such a scene, the first reaction of the crowd is beauty, and the second reaction is how to record it, people soon found a scholar in the crowd who went to Beijing to take the exam, the scholar was dressed in cloth, although the family was poor but the reputation was not small, especially many poor families educate children to prefer to take his poems to children.

This scholar's name is Zhao Fujin, his background is not very good, several generations are old farmers facing the loess with their backs to the sky, for the previous generation of people who are used to living a hard life, the word Fujin contained in this rustic and vulgar name is the greatest expectation for children.

may be the reason for the poetry and writing in his belly, although he is wearing coarse cloth and is poorly dressed, Zhao Fujin's whole person is full of nobility, even if he puts two more patches on his clothes, he will definitely not be despised by others.

In the past two years, many civilians have been waiting for his imperial examination this year, and I don't know when it started, every imperial examination champion in the empire is the son of a powerful person, which makes the civilians lose face.

However, people did not suspect that the scientific examination was cheating for personal gain, and the results were fake; After all, the education that the children of the powerful have received since childhood is not something that ordinary people can afford, and with the same talent, how can the children of ordinary families compare to these little magnates who have been taught by famous teachers since childhood.

And when the talented Zhao Fujin appeared in the public eye, not to mention the poor, even the common people were inexplicably excited, perhaps just because they were dissatisfied that the children of rich families could receive a better education.

Except for that small group of magnates, everyone is looking forward to him winning the championship in one fell swoop, ending the embarrassing situation of the family talents monopolizing the champion for decades, and striking a hard blow to the arrogance of some powerful people who are born poor people who are not good at civil and military affairs.

"Zhao Gongzi."

"Cloth cloth talent, you can help us write a poem to record."

"Yes, yes."

Zhao Fujin wanted to excuse himself, but he agreed after seeing the eager eyes of a group of people.

Looking at the young man surrounded by the crowd, Qiu Chan frowned, he remembered that he had never been good at these common names, but this time he had the idea of fighting for some reason, and there happened to be a boulder beside him, so after a little contemplation, his fingers were knives, and the internal force was the edge.

Debris rustled down on the boulder, and a poem slowly took shape.

Jade Qin Tower

The beautiful jade in the world looks at the Qin Tower, and the water is crystal and the sand is bright and soft.

The bright moon in the world is twelve minutes, and nine points shine alone on Yangzhou City.

The cloth cloth genius not far away just chanted: "People jump on the high building, and dance with long sleeves." Then I heard the hustle and bustle not far away, and turned my head to see that an extremely handsome young man had written a poem on the stone, and before he could look closely at the poem, his eyes were attracted by the word Qiu Zen on the far left, and presumably the others were the same.

Qiu Chan, the most famous young man in the capital, Zhao Fujin, a talented man in cloth clothes who entered Beijing to catch the exam, naturally wants to see one or two, this will have seen his person, gentle and handsome, just his interest in writing poetry was scattered by this hustle and bustle, it is better to take a look at the Qiu Chan poems that everyone takes for granted after winning the champion Lang, and no one congratulates him in the end, so he carefully looks at the poems on the boulder.

First of all, the words are like flowing water, this Zhao Fujin is not surprised, I have seen the words of Qiu Gongzi in the same township and friends before, and the words of Qiu Chan are always filled with a kind of atmosphere like mountains and rivers and clouds, which is also consistent with the life trajectory of Qiu Chan who is twenty-two years old but has not yet entered the court as an official.

Zhao Fujin first looked at the title of the poem, "Yuqin Tower", which is also in line with the present.

"The beautiful jade in the world looks at the Qin Tower, and the water is crystal and the sand is bright and soft." Looking at the first two sentences, Bu Yicai smiled lightly: "Is this beautiful jade self-comparison or praise?" Or are you confident that both of you are Baoyu? ”

"The bright moon in the world is twelve minutes, and nine points shine on Yangzhou City." Seeing the last two sentences, Zhao Fujin applauded lightly, turned his head and saw the woman in white lightly on the glazed tiles like bird wings, stepped on the air twice, and walked towards the tall building on the side like a flying fairy, where several young people gathered in the corridor, and a handsome young man had just put away the jade flute.

There are countless people gathered under this high-rise building near the water, while busy looking at the beautiful woman in the city upstairs, while busy looking at what the living Qiu Chan looks like, Qiu Chan breaks through the bustling crowd and goes to the building, people are happy He stepped forward, who doesn't want to see the most famous talent in the world to see the fairy who is not like a mortal.