Chunfeng Lou is the most upscale restaurant in Anping County, and most of the people who receive high-ranking officials and scholars on weekdays are scholars, and most of them are held in this place if there are any literary meetings in the county.

At this moment, in the window position on the third floor of Chunfeng Building, a young man in a green shirt is raising his glass and staring downstairs.

The young man has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, his face is like white jade, his figure is slightly thin, and he looks a little heavier. However, the indifference between the eyebrows and the elegant demeanor added a bit of nobility to him.

Beside him stood a maid in a long blue dress, with a pretty and beautiful face.

On the opposite side are the two grandchildren who are singing, the girl is holding the pipa and singing softly, and the old man is sitting on the side with the erhu.

Not all the guests who order music in the restaurant like some side lyrics, and sometimes they will also order some exciting songs, and then the old man's erhu will be used.

The song sung at this moment is the new work "Shadow Shake" by Chen Yu, a genius in Beijing, composed by the girl Mengxiao of the Oiran with red sleeves, which has recently become very popular in green buildings around the world, telling the story of a businessman bride who stays alone in an empty house.

The poems are gorgeous and long, the music is graceful, beautiful, and mournful, and the grievances of a young woman who are alone in an empty room are vividly described.

Many Qinglou in Beijing are looking forward to Chen Yu's visit, and those famous officials who don't see guests on weekdays are even willing to recommend pillow seats, but ask Chen Yu for a poem.

As soon as the song was sung, the old man and the girl bowed to the young man.

The young man spoke slowly, and his voice was as tender as a yellow bird.

"It's a new work, but it's actually a work from three months ago, do you know some tunes that have been popular in Beijing recently?" The young man looked at the girl with bright eyes.

The girl's face was slightly red, she had been singing in Chunfeng Lou for some days, and it was not that she had never seen a literati, but it was the first time she had seen such a handsome young man as she saw it, and she was inevitably a little strange in her heart.

"If you go back to Gongzi, Anping County is a remote place, and it will take at least three months for the lyrics and songs to come from the capital, and the slave doesn't know what has been popular in the capital recently, so please forgive me." The girl replied softly.

The young man was a little disappointed and shook his head slightly: "So let's retreat." ”

The maidservant next to her immediately took out a few pieces of broken silver from her bosom and put them on the table.

The old man bowed and saluted, and was just about to step forward to take the silver taels, but the singing girl suddenly said: "There is a Mingzhou poem in Anping County recently, but it is a pity that it is too short to compose a music, otherwise it can be sung and tasted with the son." ”

"Narushu Shiwen?"

There was a touch of surprise on the young man's face, he had just entered the city today, and he was just looking for a place to sit casually, but he didn't expect to hear the news.

"Do you remember the full text of Naruto's poems?"

"There are only four lines of poetry, and the slave remembers it." The girl said softly, "The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunshine." The little lotus showed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly had already stood on its head. ”

The young man closed his eyes slightly, as if he was appreciating the charm of poetry.

"The little lotus has only shown its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on its head...... Good poetry! There is no flowery rhetoric in the whole article, it seems to describe the scene in vain, but every word and sentence is so appropriate, listening to this poem is like watching a midsummer picture, but under the scorching sun, it is peaceful and tranquil! What a poem! ”

The boy looked at the girl: "Who made this poem?" ”

The singing girl said: "I heard that a scholar named Shen Lang did it at the Wenxinguo meeting. ”

"Shen Lang?"

The young man frowned slightly, he naturally did a lot of homework before coming to Anping County, and he didn't know much about the talented scholars here, but at least he had seen the name. But the name Shen Lang is very unfamiliar.

Seeing the young man's puzzled expression, the singing girl explained: "It's no wonder that the son hasn't heard of this person's name, this person is famous in Anping County, and it has only been less than a month." And initially, it was not famous for poetry. ”

This made the young man a little interested.

"Be specific."

The singing girl thought about it, and told her about Shen Lang rushing to win the county lord of Ying, and then being broken by Zhao Hao.

The more the boy listened, the colder his expression became, and finally his eyes narrowed, and the cold glint flickered in them.

"Sneaking into the main boudoir of Yingying County with bad intentions? Hehe, if you want to talk about it, I'm afraid that he will be killed on the spot, how can he still have the life to participate in the Wenxinguo Meeting? The young man asked in a loud voice.

The singing girl said: "It is said that Shen Donglai, the father of Shen Lang, came to Shen Zhutou in time, which saved his life." However, the death penalty can be avoided, and the living crime cannot be escaped, and Shen Lang was also broken by Zhao Hao, the commander of the palace, on the spot. ”

"If you break your spine, can you still go to the academy to participate in the Wenxin Fruit Meeting? What happened to the academy that day? The boy asked.

The singing girl was just about to speak, and the old man on the side suddenly coughed lightly.

The singing girl is young and doesn't understand the dangers of the world, so she asks and answers, but the old man has been in the market for many years, and he has long seen that something is wrong.

The noble young man frowned and glanced at the maidservant next to him.

The maidservant understood, and immediately took out a golden bean from her bosom and put it on the table, and put it together with the few grains of broken silver.

"Don't worry, old man, I'm just curious." The boy said lightly.

Looking at the golden bean, the old man's face changed slightly, and a thick fear flashed in his eyes. He bowed slightly to the young man, not daring to say another word.

Ordinary people's daily use is to use copper plates, and those who can take out broken silver are already large households, and those who can carry gold beans with them are very scary.

Such a person, I am afraid that a sentence can make his grandfather and grandson suffer a catastrophe.

Looking at the golden bean, the girl seemed to hesitate a little, and only said after a while: "The academy is not a place for me to go, and the slave maid has only heard about it." ”

"It's okay, tell me what you know."

"Yes."

The girl answered, and told what had happened in the academy that day that she had heard.

"The bell rings nine times, and the poem becomes Mingzhou. Heaven performs poetry and texts, and talent is a godsend? After that, he also mobilized the talent of the academy, Wenzhen Zhao Luxury? The boy's face became more and more strange.

The singer said: "The slave maid also heard that there may be exaggerations in it." ”

The boy nodded, and didn't ask anything more, just pointed to the silver taels.

The old man hurriedly stepped forward and put the golden beans and broken silver into his sleeves, bowed to the young man, and immediately pulled the girl down the stairs quickly. vaguely guessed the identity of the young man, and he didn't dare to stay in this Chunfeng Building for a moment.

It was now afternoon, there were no guests on the third floor of Chunfeng Building, and there was silence around.

The young man held his chin in his hand, his willow eyebrows frowning slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

The maidservant next to her hesitated and said in a low voice: "County...... Childe, there may be some misunderstanding in it, Lord Zhao must have his intentions in acting. ”

The young man said lightly: "If there is a misunderstanding, you will know if you ask, you send someone to the Yamen to inquire about the ......" said him, "Ask Zhao Hao, when did I have two county lords in Huaining Palace." In addition, I also sent someone to investigate that Shen Lang, a great talent who can make Mingzhou's work, why I haven't even heard of the name, the academy owes me an explanation for this matter. ”

"Yes."

The maidservant bowed and hurried downstairs, and the boy was left alone on the third floor.

He gently recited Shen Lang's poems in his mouth, and his eyes flashed with the same brilliance.

"It's really a brilliant literary talent, and most of the poems written are far-reaching, but they are limited to the lack of momentum in the style itself, and it is difficult to attract heaven and earth, but he just used this poem to get the nine rings of the literary bell, and he also performed the poems in the sky."

"The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunshine. The little lotus showed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly had already stood on its head......"

"Little lotus...... Sharp corners......"

Well?

The young man was suddenly stunned when he saw this, turned his face flushed, raised his hand and slapped the table heavily, and said angrily: "Then Shen Lang is not a good person!" ”

……

Shen Lang recuperated in Zhuangzi for three days, and when the shoulder injury was almost recovered, he told Yang Shen that he still wanted to go to Xiaolou to study.

It's not that he has any memories of this small building, mainly because it is difficult to explain the burning of books, and to cope with the children's examination at the end of the month, he has to burn books.

Yang Shen didn't refuse, there are many noisy people in Zhuangzi, and it is indeed not a good place to study.

Xiaolou has also arranged for people to watch it in the past few days, but there are no suspicious characters, probably after Yang Shen reported to the official, the other party was also afraid.

After arranging a carriage, Shen Lang took a large number of various books, and then slowly arrived at Xiaolou.

I just had just put things in order when I heard a crisp sound outside.

"Is Shen Gongzi here?"

When Shen Lang went out, he saw a woman in Tsing Yi standing at the door, looking like she was in her early twenties, with a delicate appearance and a bumpy figure.

"Who is the girl, and what are you looking for me?"

Shen Langqi said, he had never seen this woman.

When the woman saw Shen Lang, she immediately smiled and said, "The little woman Hanyu has seen the son. My master said that a few days ago, he saw his son studying by the river every day, but in recent days, he suddenly didn't see his son, so he sent a slave and maid to ask if something was wrong. ”

Shen Lang was a little curious, and looked up and down again at the woman in green who claimed to be Hanyu.

He studied by the river for half a month, but in the past, except for the green willow who delivered food, he had never seen anyone else. The woman said that her lord often saw her reading by the river, and she did not know whether it was true or not.

After experiencing the monster night attack that night, Shen Lang was quite wary of this kind of stranger coming to the door.

"It's just that I've been out for a few days, and Miss Lao Hanyu is concerned." Shen Lang clenched his fists and responded.

Hanyu said with a smile: "Shen Gongzi has time, the lord wants to invite you to draw a boat." ”

Painting boats?

Shen Lang was stunned, turned his head to look, and saw that there was really a painting boat parked by the river, and he didn't know when it came over.

He groaned slightly, and said, "Please also ask the girl to return to your master, Shen Lang has to hurry up and study these days, I'm afraid it will be ......."

"It's okay, the lord said that if the son wants to study, it's okay if he doesn't go." Hanyu saluted Shen Lang, "I'll go back to my master and say goodbye." ”

Seeing this Hanyu return to the painting boat, Shen Lang returned to the house, and he didn't rush to read the book, but first took out Lin Dong's reply.

After waiting for three days, Lin Dong finally replied.