The night was as cold as ice water, and the short figure walked in front of the mansion compound that was nameless but named "Wenyuan" by an unknown person. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The boy poked his head out and looked in, his eyebrows full of caution. People say that this Wenyuan was uninhabited when it arrived at the Nine Pavilions, and even the homeless could enter the garden to live for a long time. However, when Jiuting broke off, he was naturally driven out by the angry servants.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he stayed for almost three quarters of an hour, and seeing that there was not even the slightest movement in the garden, the young man gently put down a basket of firewood behind him, retracted his hands and stood on tiptoe into the large garden with nine pavilions that people thought were forbidden areas at home, but he worshiped them like gods.

"The garden is really deserted at night. The young man took a big breath of hot air into the palm of his hand, but his steps began to grow swiftly.

The boy watched it from a distance I don't know how many times, although most of the time he was pulled by his grandfather all the way back to the back mountain from the outskirts of Yizhou, the young man still didn't die. Now that he had entered the Wenyuan in person, the young man began to regret it a little, why didn't he get closer in the first place, so that he could see much more clearly?

Walking on the dark bluestone pavement, he was hooked by something, and the young man hurriedly supported the ground with his hands, which avoided a "catastrophe".

The eyesight on Chinese New Year's Eve is quite good, otherwise it would be impossible to enter the Wenyuan in the middle of the night, turn over and see that the one who tripped over himself is actually a stinky shoe?!

Also, a leg that was as thin as a bamboo pole but dirty as a mud cast was exposed, but the whole person was hiding under the corner of the wing room.

"It's a beggar, it's an old man. Don't blame it, the kid is not familiar with the road, but don't hurt you. The boy lifted his leg and walked around the bend.

"You doll are really going to climb the mountain and watch the pavilion?!"

A loud shout, like the angry scolding of the old lady at home, made the young man's legs tremble suddenly, and even his bones were about to disperse, and his vest was cold and cold.

This frightened the little boy so much that he held his head in his hands, and shouted: "Yewang doesn't dare anymore, grandpa don't fight!"

The old man who was like a beggar trotted over, and with his dirty, dry fingers, which were still covered with mud, he clamped the young man's mouth so tightly that no matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free.

"Don't make a sound, you doll! You really have to attract your grandfather to die!" The old beggar was obviously louder than the young man's,

When the young man heard this, he quickly shut up, and didn't care that his mouth was gray, salty, bitter and astringent, he stopped shaking his head and stopped whining.

The old beggar smiled with relief, and the big white teeth that appeared in the long night were as shining as stars in the sky, and the young man stretched out his little hand to cover his eyes when he let go of his mouth.

"Do you want to go?" the old beggar sat on the ground again, and his legs were in a very unamorous but obscene shape.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual about this old beggar, the young man also plucked up his courage, nodded and said in a muffled voice:

"Hmm. ”

Unexpectedly, the old beggar covered his ears with his right hand very recklessly, and shook his head and said, "What did you say, the old man didn't hear it!"

The young man seemed to be in a hurry, and a loud shout resounded throughout the Wenyuan: "I said I want to go to see Jiuting!"

The old beggar replied with a sigh of relief: "Eh, that's right." ”

"Let's go, old man take you doll to see!" The old beggar put him on his back, and with a beat at his feet, he hummed a strange tune that he didn't have.

"Can you really go?"

"Why can't you?! Where is the old man going, who dares to stop him? Who can stop him? Don't worry, this rotten yard will only be happy for you guys who don't understand the world, and the old man's mud legs can run away from him all over!"

Looking at the dirty old beggar bragging badly, the young man just cut it.

I don't remember too much about the things after that, but I remember the two things most clearly, one is that the old beggar smiled on the fourth futon on the countdown of the "Zi Pavilion" that the two said in the old beggar's mouth, and the bluestone slab smashed with his bare hands carved a "Chen Ye Throne", and the other is that the old beggar sent himself out of the gate of Wenyuan, and was pulled home by the old lady with an angry face whose face turned red and purple.

The former boy is now a woodcutter's man, carrying a basket of firewood, and the yellow paper in his hand is sprinkled directly under the Zizi Pavilion.

The woodcutter opened his head to look up at the eastern sky, and muttered, "Old man, my ears are still waiting for you to pick them! ”

Lifting his foot and twisting the tears left on the ground with the cloth shoes on his feet, the woodcutter clapped his hands and wiped his face, which was unprecedented and held his head high.

The woodcutter walked into the Zizi Pavilion, bowed slightly to the white-clothed son, and said, "I'm sorry for this son, this position is booked." ”

The people around were in an uproar, you woodcutter don't go to chop wood, what are you doing in this elegant place of Wenyuan?

In my heart, I only said that the white-clothed man with a narrow cloth bag on his back is definitely not a good thing to mess with, thinking about the good, at most a fat beating, and thinking about the worst, it is normal for this woodcutter to lose his life!

This is called inherently lowly!

"Oh? I'm sorry, I didn't know before. The white-clothed scholar got up and helped the woodcutter in a rough cloth to sit down with one hand.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The two dressed in green clothes turned to each other and said, "What kind of son is this person?

The woodcutter Chen Yewang was slightly stunned, so he sat down cross-legged on the spot. After sitting for a while, probably because he didn't like this posture very comfortable, he changed to his legs.

The surrounding scribes all looked disdainful, and they all turned around and said, "It's rude. ”

"These nine pavilions don't have such a sitting posture in the first place, so brothers don't have to care. The white-clothed scholar clapped his hands and smiled.

Chen Yewang replied that it was natural, and then turned his head to face the flowing water outside the pavilion.

The scribes were another slander, arrogant and rude.

The white-clothed scholar was also bored, leaning on the railing on the side, looking down on the huge literary garden.

Wealthy families have been there since the Spring and Autumn Period. The famous Master Zhou was also a soldier under King Chu Wei back then. Although Master Zhuang himself refused to hire King Wei for the sake of freedom, from the perspective of King Wei, he was still a monk, right?

"But this Wenyuan, who recruited the Qing Tan Shizi Zhisu? Such a handicraft, isn't it the old man of the Li family?"

Qin Fang patted the railing, and said in distress that he couldn't think of it. Yes, I don't want to.

"Jiaxuan Gong said: The sunset is at the head of the building, in the sound of the broken hong, the Jiangnan wanderer. I looked at Wu Hook, and the railing was patted all over, no one would, and I was on the line. ”

Qin Fang turned his head and ignored the inexplicable eyes of the conceited literati, and groaned slightly: "Who is Qian called, red scarf and green sleeves, and tears of heroes?"

Jiuting replied, and replied intermittently. Since ancient times, there have been no scholars in the Linzi Pavilion, and they are all examiners. The person who answers the question can only name what is different from the others and what fits the question, and answer in the order of the nine people in each pavilion, but only if someone in the pavilion catches the wine glass that comes from the flowing water.

According to the exclamation that Qin Fang heard at the beginning, it was physical work or technical work!

"Jiangnan Province is especially out of the Qing Dynasty to talk about celebrities. Zang Shu is one of the culminations, and there was a bullshit feat of 3,000 people. is an ordinary person, the average rich man lives, and he doesn't talk much on weekdays, and this mouth can overturn half of the Tang Dynasty. It's really a non-stop posture that is not shocking. Qin Fang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at the white-haired old man with a red face at the head of the Linzi Pavilion.

"When you are old, you should be strong, and you would rather move the heart of the white head, be poor and strong, and not fall into the ambition of the clouds."

This time, the nine pavilions of Wenyuan answered the question, and the proposition was 'Qingyun's ambition', and I hope that all the scholars will play carefully. The white-haired old man Zangshu is now in a green shirt in order to be formal, and he really has a feeling of "old and strong".

"My generation of scribes should live up to the hopes of the old master Zang!" , who was also a boy in green clothes, stood up abruptly in the Bingzi Pavilion, bowed down and hugged his fists, and his voice was loud.

Zang Fuzi was silent, stroked his white beard and smiled.

The sergeant of the pavilion whispered.

"That old man is the old master of Zang Shu, and the handsome boy in Tsing Yi is the famous Yang Lin Yang Gongzi in Yizhou!" Some literati began to be complacent about this.

As soon as they heard Yang Gongzi, everyone looked yearning, and it was really a fascinating situation.

Yang Gongzi took the wine glass in the running water.

What Master Zang said is extremely true. Poor and strong, do not fall into the ambition of Qingyun, my generation of literati should have this Qingyun ambition, support the country and Kuangjun, my generation of responsibility. Yang Gongzi drank a cup and smiled heartily.

The white-headed master smiled, and he had heard a lot of this kind of flattery. This kid is not bad, it's Dali.

The next cup was put down by the examiner next to Old Master Zang.

Qin Fang took a rough look, smiled, and walked away seven feet in one step.

The first scribe of the Douzi Pavilion was overjoyed, and grabbed the delicate, light and small wooden cup, his eyes were full of heat.

A slender palm suddenly appeared in front of the scribe's eyes, picked up the wooden cup and ran, and did not forget to say thank you.

The scribe was furious, and pointed at the thief in white so angry that he could not speak.

Qin Fang here smiled slightly, and directly handed it to the fourth-to-last vulgar woodcutter.

"Try it, I heard that this spring brew is very good. ”

The woodcutter turned his head and smiled, "Then why doesn't the son drink it himself?"

Qin Fang stuffed it into his hand, but he didn't have this ink in his stomach, so he couldn't stand it.

"Okay, Chen Yewang will come and eat this Jiuting Spring Brew!" the woodcutter laughed loudly and drank it all up.

I saw that the white-clothed scholar who was the initiator was carrying a cloth bag and leaned on the railing with a smile, and the woodcutter who violated the rules of the Nine Pavilions stood up solemnly and opened his mouth:

"My generation of scribes, the so-called ambition of Qingyun is the kung fu of one mouth. Do you know that Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road?"

Yang Lin smiled disdainfully, and just wanted to get up to refute the evil reasoning, but was pressed back by Zang Fuzi with a wave of his hand.

Pulsatilla smiled, "Go on." ”

The woodcutter didn't intend to give up easily, so he opened the conversation and said happily:

"Do you know that in the small villages in the mountains and wilderness, there are officials who catch people at night? Living in a temple is high, why worry about its people? Being far away from the rivers and lakes, how can you worry about its monarch? I am afraid that this literati will not be able to do it. I only know that once the dragon and the phoenix fly on the branches to make a phoenix, it is better to make tens of thousands of buildings on this side, and all the surnames in the world are happy!"