When Xu He stood up and walked slowly, everyone present fell silent.
Especially Su Yaoguang, whose beautiful eyes were staring at Xu He, with anticipation almost overflowing from his eyes.
After a long while, Xu He slowly chanted:
"Sit down under the flowers and play the flute several times, watching the silver-colored red wall in the distance.
It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.
The lingering thoughts are exhausted and the remaining cocoons are drawn, and the heartache is peeled off.
It was March or May of 1935, but the glass of wine still lingered. "
After the poem was read, there was silence.
Everyone is chewing on the meaning of the poem.
Xu He secretly sighed in his heart. In these days, the cost-effectiveness of pretentiousness is really low. In the early Tang Dynasty, I would copy two poems every day for 365 days a year, and there was still enough in stock.
However, the famous poems of the Ming and Qing dynasties in history are of limited quality, so one copy is really one less!
For example, this song "Qihuai" was written by Huang Jingren in the Qing Dynasty.
When talking about ancient love poems, Li Shangyin's "Untitled" is the first to be recommended. The whole set of poems is sad and touching, and has moved many crazy men and women over the thousands of years.
Many literati in later generations have imitated it, but they all failed to do it right.
Among them, the most successful imitator was Huang Jingren. After he and his cousin separated, he wrote a series of poems "Qi Huai". Although it was an inherited work, it has become an eternal masterpiece.
The poem Xu He just recited is the most poignant poem in "Qi Huai", "Qi Huai Fifteen", which is comparable to Li Shangyin's "Untitled", but few people in later generations have read it.
This poem begins with an infatuated man sitting alone under a flower and quietly playing the flute, accompanied only by the breeze and the bright moon.
Looking at the sky, I think of the beauty locked in the red wall. It seems so close, but like the Milky Way, it is just out of reach.
At this time, Xie Liangcai said faintly: "Xiaohe, is the Yinhan Red Wall from Li Shangyin's "Dai Ying"? Originally, Yinhan is a red wall, which separates the Lu family's White Yutang."
Everyone present, including the academy's maid Su Yaoguang, were all well-educated people. After Xie Liangcai's reminder, everyone couldn't help but marvel.
Especially Su Yaoguang's eyes seemed to melt when she looked at Xu He. The night was as cold as water, who would be willing to stand in the wind and dew all night for her.
In the academy, no matter how beautiful the night is, things are different and people are different. There are banana lights outside the window, and I drink to drown my sorrows.
All that is left is endless sadness, which makes people cry!
After a long time, no one wanted to break the sadness overflowing in this poem.
Finally, the beauty Su Yaoguang shed tears, alarming Kong Yiyuan and Xie Liangcai who were still feeling sad.
For the first time, Kong Yiyuan put aside his reserve as an official and said to Xie Liangcai on the side: "My brother is very talented in poetry. Even if I write it casually, no one will say the poem about banana peeling and cocoon peeling again in the future!"
With Xu He's poem, the small conflict just now seemed to disappear without a trace. Of course, the previous incident could never be mentioned again.
Xie Liangcai took Xu He to have a meal in the court to express his gratitude while he was taking a rest.
If he had really spoken out just now, whether he agreed to Kong Yiyuan or refused, he would have involved the Xie family in this complicated matter.
With Xu He speaking out, he could keep the Xie family aloof from this matter without offending anyone.
So Xie Liangcai was really grateful to Xu He this time.
"Thank you for bringing me to a place like this?" Xu He began to act.
"Didn't you enjoy it just now?" I'm grateful, but I want to pretend to be innocent in front of his slut? impossible!
"I see this is not the first time you have been in and out of such a place?" Xu He's implication was, I'm going to tell your father and let him beat you to death with seven wolves!
I don’t know if there are seven wolves these days, but the scholar is not afraid and says with a big face that it is also his first time to come to the bathing club. He dare not say that he is similar to the old prostitutes of later generations. They are just the same.
In the end, Xu He's first trip to Goulan Academy ended with the guests and hosts enjoying themselves.
Although Kong Yiyuan really wanted to stay and have an in-depth discussion about life with Miss Yaoguang.
But the conduct of the censor and the barely concealed admiration in Miss Yaoguang's eyes when they looked at Xu He affected the self-confidence of the serving official.
Kong Yiyuan had to sigh in his heart: "Sure enough, the women in the academy still prefer talented men. Although he was a Jinshi, he went to study the Four Books and Five Classics anyway. It is not easy to discuss with the girls. Sitting in the East] right?"
Well, the original scripture of this salt inspector turned out to be the "Book of Rites", and as expected, it was very [mourning].
The three of them went out one after another. Xie Liangcai and Xu He put Kong Yiyuan on a small sedan. In the blink of an eye, Mr. Kong, the salt inspector, disappeared at the corner of the street.
Just after Xu He and Xie Liangcai left together, two people came out of the alley.
If Xu He saw these two people, one of them would be very familiar to him.
Xu Luan tapped the palm of his left hand with a folding fan and said with a smile to the people beside him: "Brother Zhou, have you seen the three people just now? One of them is the son of Xie Daozhi, the minister of Dali Temple, and the younger man next to him is from our clan. Brother, this year’s county examination chief is Xu He!”
"Haha, I was thinking before that, a young master from a temple and a country boy, how could the two of them be so close to each other? So that's it, that's it... Hahahaha!"
The young man who was called Mr. Zhou smiled slightly: "You, you underestimate these two people. Do you know the man who just got on the sedan chair?"
Xu Luan was stunned when he heard this: "Who is it? Don't you know him?"
Mr. Zhou sneered: "That one, a serving official, has a humble and powerful position. Even my father would shy away from him when he meets him!"
Xu Luan was shocked: "Who can actually make everyone in Futai retreat?"
Mr. Zhou smiled coldly and said nothing.
Xu Luan said: "Hey, who cares, let's go, we finally have a chance to have a drink and talk with Brother Zhou, don't let these people ruin the fun!"
I thought Mr. Zhou, who was a hungry ghost in lust, would echo a few words.
Who knew that Mr. Zhou smiled and said: "Xu Luan, I suddenly remembered that there are still some things that have not been dealt with today. Another day, another day!"
Xu Luan was greatly disappointed. It was not easy to visit the academy with Mr. Futai today. Who would have thought that this guy at the door suddenly had something to do.
"This guy Xu He is indeed a Sangmenxing! Nothing good will happen to him!" The angry Xu Luan was disappointed.
That night, the door of the academy was rudely knocked open.
As soon as the young boy opened the door, rubbing his sleepy eyes, someone covered his mouth and nose with his hands, rendering him speechless.
Immediately afterwards, he saw a group of men in black filing in from the courtyard gate. After a while, the screams of the female envoys came from the backyard.
When he was dying, he seemed to see the Su family being carried by two men in black and stuffed into a small sedan in the courtyard. In an instant, the sedan left the courtyard.
"What to do with the rest?" one of them asked.
"What should I do? Do you want me to explain it to you again?" a voice replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, the young boy felt like someone was stabbing his chest with a knife. He wanted to scream, but his mouth and nose were covered and he couldn't make any sound at all. Gradually, his strength became less and less, and his consciousness dissipated. In a black world.
