Fang Jinshi and Deng An returned to the inn where they stayed together. Deng An said, "Young master, if you want to donate money to that beggar for medical treatment, you don't have to pay so much. If we continue to donate like this, we won't have anything to eat ourselves."
Fang Jinshi said: "I am here to help him in an emergency. Everyone will be in trouble. A few hundred coins can save a life. What's it worth?" He remembered that when he was poor in the past, Shi Quan gave him a lot of money. When you are able, you should also help others.
The two of them talked and returned to the inn. After shopping for an afternoon, Wei Chong had already bought a new horse to pull the cart. Fang Jinshi had dinner and sat in the inn for a while. When he returned to the room, he actually took the wrong road and took a detour. When I came back by another way, I passed by the back window of the Hongzi room and accidentally saw the two Confucian scholars who donated the beads living in this room.
Mr. Yuwen was writing at his desk under the candlelight, and the young scholar was reading with gusto with a book in his hand. Mr. Yuwen read while writing: "The white horse carrying scriptures is empty, and the ruins of the broken monument can be seen. The autumn wind blows in the rustling thatched house, and the sound of rain all night makes me think."
The young scholar interjected: "Today's White Horse Temple is not the ruined temple that Zhang Ji saw after the An-Shi War. So there is no need to record Zhang Ji's poems, right?"
It turned out that these two people not only listened to Master Suxin preaching Buddhism during the day, but also visited Baima Zen Temple. When they came back and had nothing to do, they wanted to copy the poems on the walls and stone tablets of Baima Temple.
Mr. Yuwen recited another poem: "The Lantai Painting Pavilion is exquisite, and the bright moon is clear and the ancient Buddhist palace is clear. The stone steps are high and rarely visited, and the cool music is heard all the time." After he finished writing, he said: "This poem is "Cool and Cool" "Taiwan", right?" The young scholar nodded and said, "Not bad."
Mr. Yuwen read again: "The meaning of right and wrong must be determined from the flames. The sky says that the verses are going west..." He has forgotten the last part of this poem, so he can't read it any more. Young Scholar After receiving his poem, he said: "There is still a deserted platform, Suo Cuiwei. This is the "Burning Sutra Platform", and the poem on the "Duanwen Stele" is..." He recited the "Tenglan Stele" with high spirits. , "Midnight Bell", "Qiyun Pagoda" and other poems, Mr. Yuwen smiled and said: "It turns out that third brother, you have been to Baima Temple before and have read these poems."
When he was about forty years old, he actually called the young scholar "Third Brother". The young scholar said: "Brother Yuwen is joking. These poems are the first I have seen in the daytime."
Mr. Yuwen shook his head and asked: "Then why do you remember so many sentences?" The young scholar said: "If you pay more attention to it, it is only a few hundred words, what is the difficulty?"
Fang Jinshi stood outside and listened to the two of them talking. If he wasn't really bored, he wouldn't listen to others talking about poetry. This young scholar only glanced at it once and memorized hundreds of words of poetry. His memory is also very amazing.
Mr. Yuwen in the room praised: "The third brother is really talented." The young scholar smiled slightly, approached Mr. Yuwen and said, "Brother Yuwen, I want to secretly participate in this year's autumn examination. What do you think?"
Mr. Yuwen was startled and said: "Third brother has already become King Yun, so he must not be doing it to win the top prize in the roll call outside Donghua Gate, right?"
The young scholar said: "Although I am King Yun, I am also a person who reads the books of sages. I also want to go to the autumn examination ceremony with all the students in the world. If I am lucky enough to get high school, Dazai Zhang Bangchang will shout out loudly outside Donghua Gate, 'The number one scholar in Kaifeng' "Fu Zhao Kaiye', when you are proud of your life, you will be happy when you are named on the gold medal list!"
He said happily, and Mr. Yuwen also laughed. Fang Jinshi outside the room finally understood that this young scholar's name was Zhao Kai. He was the third son of the current emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, and was named King Yun. In the Song Dynasty, the princes called him "Jiu Kai" according to his ranking "Brother", Zhao Kai was the third eldest, and those close to him were called "Third Brother". Kang Wang Zhao Gou was the ninth eldest, which was "Nineth Brother". Even if he was the younger brother, Zhao Kai also called him Ninth Brother.
