Teaching workshop, Yan Lingbin?

No wonder!

The teaching workshop is directly under the jurisdiction of the eunuchs, and it is a trick of living in Xinsheng, scattering music, and advocating excellence, and even once assumed the role of replacing the lack of personnel in Yichun Yuan (a brothel in the palace).

Along with the pear orchard and other places where musical instrument players are trained, they are also the official offices that manage court music, and ordinary people really dare not make trouble in front of them.

It's just that......

"When did Pingkang Fang come under the control of the Jiaofang?"

Guo Ying frowned and asked suspiciously.

"Originally, it was not under the management of the church, but after succeeding to the throne today, the pear orchard, the Yale Sect, and the Folk Music Workshop were reduced...... The scale of musicians, those of us who came out of the pear orchard and the teaching workshop had nowhere to go, so they all went to Pingkangfang.

And those little ladies who came out of the Yale Workshop and the Pear Garden, most of them behaved romantically, were still very elegant, and did not want to serve people with sex, so in order to avoid being called by dignitaries and young talents, they were called out, and they were attached to the door of the Workshop. ”

The girl smiled like a flower and explained softly.

"In this way, your family knows that you still have an official status?"

"That's natural, and my family knows that they were born in the pear orchard, and they have always been close to the pear orchard and the second envoy of the teaching workshop, otherwise, they can't take on this important task at the age of fifteen." The girl raised her neck slightly and said proudly.

Saying that, she smiled, turned her head and signaled to the two maids next to her, who immediately took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, spread it on the stone road, and dipped the pen in ink, and respectfully handed it to Guo Ying and his party of five.

"Do you want to choose poetry or calligraphy and painting?"

"I'll compose a poem, you can show it to the ladies in the pavilion, and then talk about anything else."

Guo Ying didn't want Fan Ze to make it difficult for a few people, so after thinking about it for a while, he took the initiative to take a big bag, it's a big deal to lose the festival and be a copyist, anyway, it's not the first time.

It's just that he wants to copy five articles at a time, which is also a bit difficult, so he decided to write one first to see the effect.

"Since this is the case, the servant will grind ink for Lang Jun and wait for Lang Jun to make a great work." The girl did not stop Guo Ying from doing it for her friend, but diligently helped to study ink.

And Guo Ying is not pretentious, splashing ink and sprinkling, and in just a moment, a poem jumps on the paper.

"Lang Jun is so fast."

When the girl saw Guo Yingbi walking the dragon and snake, she couldn't help but exclaim.

And Guo Ying's words came from Yan Zhenqing, who was dignified and majestic, and she saw the girl with admiration again and again.

"How about it, can you show it to the little ladies in the pavilion?"

Seeing that the girl's expression was focused, Guo Ying asked with a smile.

Hearing this, the girl suddenly woke up, hurriedly gathered her mind, picked up the poem, and hurried towards the attic.

……

At this time, in the attic, a group of warblers and Yanyan gathered together, sitting in a half-circle, each staring at the girl who was walking up the stairs with anticipation.

"Seeing that group of people are dressed in military uniforms, most of them are from martial arts, and they all know that you let them recite poems and write calligraphy, I'm afraid it's difficult for others?"

A girl in emerald green clothes, with a pretty face and a graceful body, smiled coquettishly and spoke.

Hearing this, the little ladies around lowered their heads and pursed their lips and snickered.

"I'm not here for you, even if the literati enter the Fengyue Field, they will still have some scruples about fame, but the warriors have three or two cups of yellow soup in their stomachs, and they don't know how thick the sky is, at that time, he wants you to give up your life, do you give it up or not?

If you are reluctant, don't you want to have some incidents in your life? ”

The one who spoke was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, she was wearing a light blue brocade cardigan robe, her skin was whiter than snow, her willow leaves were bent eyebrows, her cherry-like mouth was red and moist, and her black eyes were very smart, but she had a kind of heroic posture and a beautiful state that did not let her eyebrows go, especially the bright smile on her pretty face, which made people want to get closer to explore its depth.

Hearing this, the little ladies were immediately silent, although they entered the Heikang Workshop as Kabuki certainly have a greedy side of glory, but the vast majority of women still hope to marry a lover after earning a certain amount of money.

No one wants to get into trouble.

So a little lady followed her meaning and said: "I know what I said is that these martial artists are vulgar and used to it, how can they know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?" We sisters, it's better not to provoke them. ”

It turned out that the little lady who spoke before was Yan Lingbin.

But not everyone agreed with her words, and a bold little lady snorted: "What is the difference between literati and martial artists, since people have entered Pingkangfang, we should treat everyone equally."

In any case, the poems they present should always be judged......"

"Also, if there is no reason, it seems a bit too much to turn people away, and it is too rude."

Yan Lingbin heard this and bowed his head slightly.

Born in the pear orchard, she has been banned for a long time, and she is not very enthusiastic about dignitaries, but prefers to sing poetry and talk with literati and scholars.

I can't say that I am disgusted with martial artists, but I have heard too much of the literati's arguments about "martial arts are a disaster for the country", and I subconsciously don't want to have too much entanglement with them.

However, if she broke the rules and turned people away just because of this, it would be too petty and would be criticized in the future, and she would never do it easily.

Thinking of this, she raised her eyes and glanced at a few warriors on the stone street below the attic, and saw that those people were still standing there quietly without squinting, their eyes flashing slightly.

Heart, this group of people is not like ordinary martial artists, they have a good heart.

Thinking of this, she gently instructed: "When you talk back later, leave some leeway for others." ”

After speaking, she got up and left her seat, ready to go down to the attic living room to hold the evening wine party, but when she was together, she heard a little lady screaming, and immediately, several pairs of slender jade hands were raised in unison, and they rushed to grab the paper that the maid had brought.

"What is there to fight for, I have a lot of good works in my cage, just pick and choose."

Yan Lingbin didn't know what was going on, and thought it was a few little ladies playing and laughing.

"This line of books is vigorous and vigorous, as if the pine is upright, not under the pen of a famous artist, according to me, those books in your cage are really not as good as this work."

A little lady shouted with joy.

"I looked, and sure enough, it was...... Ah, it's Yan Ti? ”

The other little lady was wide-eyed, full of disbelief.

"The pen is strong and strong, good use of the center of the penmanship, there are muscles and bones, there is also a sharp edge, the general horizontal painting is slightly thinner, vertical painting, point, skimming and slightly careless, it is indeed the face of the body, but it can be so glematic of its essence, it is rare."

Yan Lingbin had already stepped down the steps, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but stagnate, and suddenly turned sideways to look at the maids who were holding the scrolls of poetry.

"Is it just a book?"

Although she likes calligraphy and painting, her love for calligraphy and painting is far less than that of poetry and articles.

"No, it's a seven-character ancient poem, and the title of its work is "Bian Jiang", so I think it's the first Bian Sai poem."

Sideshow?

Yan Lingbin was suddenly surprised in his heart.

Since the fall of Gao Shi, Cen Shen, and Wang Changling, the writers of the Tang Dynasty, the poems have declined, and no one has been famous.

I couldn't help but turn my eyes to look at the scroll of poetry.

It's just that this look made her stunned for a moment, and an extremely complicated feeling rose in her heart-

After a long time, she recovered from her stunned state, and then smiled bitterly.

"Invite that Lang Jun and his friends to the pavilion to participate in this wine party."

When the little ladies heard this, they were all surprised and exchanged glances.

Yan Du knows that he invited martial artists into the cabinet for the first time, and there is no limit to the people who accompany him, what is the reason for this?

It's hard to make it possible, this person's poems can still be better than Li Yi, a genius in Longxi.

Although this person is a negative man, Bo Xinglang, in terms of poetry name, he can be regarded as a leader among the contemporary poets.

If that's the case, then tonight's wine party won't be too bland.

PS: Error correction in the last chapter, Tang only has a teaching workshop, no teaching workshop, has been changed