Even at night, there are still small servants outside the Xie Mansion who carry lanterns to the walls of the Xianggong and the sons, so that people can join in this fun.

People are like this, but all the so-called 'readers', if they hear any good poems and good words, even if they don't have the mind to taste them, but if they don't go, they will inevitably be made fun of, and the hottest topic at the moment is the poetry at the gate of the Xie Mansion, which not only involves the madness of eating drunkenness, but also involves the favoritism of the Xie family, not to mention, there is a talent like Yang Qing who is also involved.

Cabinet bachelors, talents, crazy students, in this era, any of the above is the object of everyone's attention, poetry may not be read, but the excitement must be seen, otherwise it is inevitable to laugh and be generous.

In this way, more and more people gathered here, which made this quiet courtyard suddenly lively.

"This poem about going up the mountain to fight tigers is quite meaningful, but it is slightly disease-free and moaning. In my opinion, Yang Qing's poetry is better. Someone couldn't help but sigh.

In fact, the quality of the poems depends on each person's perception, some people are bent on seeking fame, just when they are in their prime, at first glance when they see this "decadent Tang" poem, they will naturally feel a little uncomfortable, but feel that Yang Qing's poems are more in line with their current state of mind.

Some people also felt unconvinced, and said: "Whether it is the wording or the artistic conception, it is obvious that this mountain fighting tiger is a step higher than Yang Xianggong's skills." Poetry, poetry, is a disease-free moan, and it is inevitably biased to compare this with the superior. ”

Where there is controversy, there are people who are serious. In fact, there are really many serious people, and many people are red-faced because of this, friends turn against each other, and enemies may share the same hatred.

During this night, going up the mountain to fight tigers was considered a fire, and everyone was very hot.

Originally, the people of the Xie family wanted to wash away the poems of going up the mountain to fight tigers early in the morning, but before the little girl could do it, he was stopped by some scholars, and he almost rolled up his sleeves and did it. When it came to this, the Xie family was a lot more cautious, and hurriedly asked for instructions.

The Xie family is prosperous, but the real decision is only two big ministers and a small minister, among which the most famous is Xie Qian, who was once a cabinet scholar and was famous for his good arguments. The second is Xie Qian's younger brother Xie Di, who is also a well-known Hongru in Hangzhou, who is still an official in the court. As for the little minister, it is Xie Pi, the son of Xie Qian, who ranked third in the imperial examination in the last years of Hongzhi, and now he has also been released as an official.

The Xie family has its own transcendent status in Hangzhou, and there are three Jinshi in one class, the father is the champion Lang, and the son is Tanhualang, which is also a beautiful conversation.

Last night's movements, Xie Fu was naturally clear, Xie Qian, who lived in the back house, did not ask anything, until early in the morning, there were still many visitors coming one after another, this old dragon bell has reached seventy Xie Qian finally couldn't help but call the head of the house after drinking a bowl of tea and taking a break, and asked: "There are disturbances outside, but why?" ”

The steward said: "There is a talented man named Yang Qing who mentioned poems on the courtyard wall, and the little young master loves his talent, so he ordered the villain not to erase it, so he attracted a lot of visitors. Later, there was a madman, and he also mentioned a poem, which seemed to have the meaning of satirizing Yang Xianggong, so it caused controversy. ”

"Really?" Xie Qian's cousin was very calm, and said in a flat tone: "Although Hangzhou is prosperous, it is always not quiet, it seems that it is better to go back to the hometown." ”

The steward smiled and said: "The master is pure-hearted and has few desires, it is the same everywhere, but it is also pleasant to go back to his hometown to live." ”

Xie moved his head, waved his hand, and signaled the steward to retreat.

The steward seemed to think of something, and said, "Yes, there is another thing, that is, the madman was disrespectful, and the villain saw him talking nonsense, and temporarily ordered someone to imprison him in the firewood room." ”

Xie Qian's eyes narrowed, and he said, "Insulting? ”

"Yes." The steward said: "The villain only said that the master said one sentence, and he said anything."

Taizu has an edict, saying that he will say that he will say that the person who slaughters the auxiliary will destroy the whole clan, and the villain is afraid that he will talk nonsense again, so he ......"

Xie Qian's face was pale, and he said lazily: "This son is really frivolous, let's lock him up for a few more days, dissipate his sharpness, people who don't know how to be flexible will suffer greater losses sooner or later, this is for his good." ”

Now this world is no longer the era of Taizu's strict control, just like this Zaifu, most people now call it like this, that is, the Son of Heaven listens to it, most of them just laugh at it, slang in the market, who can stop it? It's just that some people are not interested, but it makes Xie Qian have the meaning of grinding his water chestnut.

At his age, he naturally knows that everyone has been young and frivolous, and it is not necessarily a bad thing to teach this crazy life a lesson.

Xie Qian said again: "It's boring here, you go and prepare a sedan chair, the old man wants to go to Lingyin Temple and have tea with Zen Master Tianruo." ”

The steward didn't dare to slack off, so he hurriedly went.

Not long after, Xie Qian's sedan chair came out of the middle door, passed outside the door wall, and heard many people snorting and arguing with red faces, Xie Qian squinted and slept in the sedan chair as usual.

Twenty years ago, he would have admired those talented people who were right with poetry, but by now, he was tired of this qiē, and it was not surprising to him that the right thing was after all. There are so many talented people in the world, but how many can achieve anything in the end? Wit...... Wit...... It's just a topic that young people talk about, and he really can't afford to pay too much attention to it.

The sedan chair passed slowly, but I heard someone whispering in my ear: "It's better to go up the mountain to fight tigers, you listen to it, the rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are ......."

Hearing this, Xie Qian felt a little tired in his heart.

"It's all about ...... in laughter"

When he read this, Xie Qian's heart seemed to be touched a little, and he couldn't help but whisper: "Stop." ”

The sedan chair stopped in the corner.

Someone couldn't help but sigh: "Turn your head, turn your hands, and do three points." It is not easy for the predecessors to start a business, and the descendants are always empty. Looking back at the Han Tombs and Chu Temple, they are generally chic and moonlight. The sunset is rolling in the west, and the river is surging in the east. The night came and today is the Ming Dynasty, and the youth has passed. Romantic characters through the ages, how many heroes at one time. The dragon fought for a long time, and ended up talking and laughing. ”

Xie Qian's heart seemed to be violently touched.

If it was just a good poem, it would never have touched his mind. But only this one touched him, but also faintly flashed tears in his eyes.

Success or failure...... Success or failure......

Once upon a time, he was freshly dressed and angry, he was powerful all over the world, he had countless ambitions, bold words, and ambitions. But...... How does it end up? In the end, this is right and wrong, this success or failure......

Xie Qian presided over the cabinet for more than ten years, and made great contributions to the rise of Hongzhi, after which the first emperor succeeded to the throne, and had to be gloomy under the blow of the traitorous party headed by Liu Jin.

And the artistic conception expressed in the words made Xie Qian not only full of emotion, but also seemed to have a little understanding. Since "success or failure" is like a passing cloud, there is no need to dwell on it and worry about it; It is better to send love to the landscape, to enjoy the fishing wood, and the autumn moon and spring breeze as a companion, and to be at ease. His ambitions in his life were not realized, and he was hit by politics. Since he has seen through the ** of the imperial court, he is unwilling to submit to Afu, it is better to maintain his own discipline after the end of his life. Therefore, it is necessary to take pleasure in meeting with confidants, and use the rise and fall of the past dynasties as a joke to help the wine prosper......

This qiē is not only like a narration of Xie Qian's life experience, but also like an exhortation to Xie Qian, exhorting him to be able to take it, but also to let it go.

Xie Qian groaned, pondered, felt, and recalled, and in a thought, there were countless people and countless things passing through his mind, these things were happy and sad, he sighed, and couldn't help muttering: "How many things in ancient and modern times are all laughing and talking...... What ...... in the jokes?"

"Come on, get out of the sedan chair."