Changshoufang, Yanzhai.
The willow tree in the courtyard has grown new leaves, which are blowing in the wind. Erlang of the Yan family is sitting under the tree and studying calligraphy seriously.
A colorful ball rolled past on the corridor, and two maids chased the girl in a colorful skirt, and there was laughter.
In the main room, Wei Yun and her maid came in with hot water. Yan Zhenqing had already fallen asleep sitting on the bench.
"Mr. Lang stayed up all night last night. Let's take a rest early."
Yan Zhenqing opened her eyes, soaked her feet, raised her hand for Wei Yun to sit down, called her by her little name, and said with a smile: "No need to be busy, Ms. Xian, I am lucky enough to marry you."
The couple chatted casually and accidentally mentioned the murder that happened across the street not long ago.
"A young man who is not a weakling is actually killed by someone."
"Killed by pain? In fact, the sleeves were only torn. It was just a cover-up by that kid."
While they were talking, a colorful ball jumped over the threshold, and Yan Yan trotted in after her. She didn't mess around, and after a long blessing, she squeezed in and sat down next to Wei Yun, joking for a few words, and listened to her parents' chat.
"How could the case that happened near the Chang'an County government office be hidden from me?" Yan Zhenqing said: "The person was still fine, but the blood was spilled all over the floor. I have seen it myself, and it was chicken blood, not human blood."
Wei Yun was surprised and asked: "Why is that so?"
"It must be that he offended Ji Wen and it was just a self-protection plan." Yan Zhenqing sighed: "This cruel official has been running rampant for many years, and this time he fell into the hands of this little fox."
"If Lang Jun can see it, then if others can also see it, what should Xue Bai do?"
"It's done so roughly, which shows that he is not afraid of being noticed by someone with intentions. This is just a way of showing that Mrs. Guo Guo will stand up for him and make those who want to harm him worry."
Wei Yun sighed and said, "At such a young age, there are many people who want to harm him?"
Yan Zhenqing thought about the situation in the court in the past two years, smiled bitterly, and said: "By getting rid of Ji Wen, I just saved Li Bei Haigong."
This was the news revealed to him by Jia Jilin, the magistrate of Chang'an County, saying that after Jiwen was reinstated, he planned to continue the unfinished case and attack Beihai Prefect Li Yong.
They were all famous calligraphers in the world, so Yan Zhenqing wrote a letter to remind Li Yong to take precautions.
"Grandpa."
Yan Yan sat there and listened, and everyone around her could understand what she was hearing. She was just a little confused and asked, "Why did Mrs. Guo Guo protect that cheeky little fox?"
"There must be some reasons." Yan Zhenqing ignored the topic lightly and said, "In the future, have less contact with that boy and don't accept any more gifts from him."
Wei Yun responded: "I was negligent and thought it was just a box of cakes."
Yan Yan had clearly warned that the box of pastries was not cheap, but now she smiled and said, "But it's delicious."
Yan Zhenqing couldn't help but have a smile on his face, knowing that at a young age, his daughter was smart and caring, but her body was weak, which made him feel happy but also worried.
~~
The next day, when he arrived at the county government office, Yan Zhenqing had handled several official affairs. He glanced at a copybook underneath the document and remembered that he had forgotten to give it to Xue Bai that day.
That kid recently went to the Imperial College, and he must have been busy...
"Kiyoomi."
"The county magistrate is here."
Yan Zhenqing looked up and saw Jia Jilin, the magistrate of Chang'an County, walking into the public house wearing a red official robe.
Jia Jilin was the number one scholar in the 23rd year of Kaiyuan. He was caught as his son-in-law and married to the Tian family, the daughter of a wealthy Jingzhao. Later, he attached himself to Li Linfu and rose to the top. During his twelve years, he was appointed as the magistrate of Jingxian County, which was extremely smooth.
It's a pity that such a perfect life also has sorrow. He is over forty years old and has no children. Ask God and ask Buddha, the truth is that you have done many evil things in your life, and you need to do good deeds.
For this reason, Jia Jilin has been doing good deeds secretly. For example, this time he secretly asked Yan Zhenqing to remind Li Yong.
"The Qing officials look at me like this again, but I can't do anything about it. Xiao Jingyin urged me again. The rent arrears of dozens of households in the south of the city are mediocre..."
"If they surrender, they will be ruined."
Jia Jilin waved his hand and said no more.
He was now less interested in promotion. Now that he had come to urge him, he was too lazy to talk about such troublesome matters anymore, so he sat down and chatted with Yan Zhenqing.
"By the way, I haven't congratulated the Qing minister for accepting a good disciple and giving him a famous poem that will be handed down from generation to generation."
"disciple?"
"Does the Qing minister still want to hide it from me? Recently, even a child from Chang'an can pronounce the sentence 'Li Liyuan Shangcao', which is catchy."
As the number one scholar, Jia Jilin admired this poem very much. He couldn't help nodding his head to praise it, but at the end he mentioned a little thing, saying: "Only his handwriting is not very good. If I didn't say it specifically, who would have thought that he was your disciple." ?”
Yan Zhenqing immediately crossed his hands and saluted, explaining: "The county magistrate misunderstood, he is not my disciple."
Jia Jilin was just chatting at first, but when he saw that he was suddenly so solemn, he was slightly stunned to react and waved his hands to comfort him.
"Are Qingchen worried about damaging your reputation? Don't worry, many people in the Imperial College have said that Xue Bai wrote such poems but was not good at calligraphy. It must be due to his talent and has nothing to do with Qingchen's teaching..."
~~
Imperial College, Imperial College.
"The grandson of the Five Temples, whose ancestral temple has not been destroyed, even though he is a commoner, he will sue his wife when he takes her, and she will go to him when she dies. He will not forget his relatives. His relatives have not been extinguished, but he is listed among the common people, which means he is humble and incompetent. I pay my respects to you. , the way to make friends..."
Zheng Qian was holding a scroll and was talking about "Book of Rites: Prince Wen".
Du Wulang yawned greatly, tears escaping from the corners of his eyes. Suddenly, his ears twitched and he looked over. Yang Xuan, who was sitting in front, was playing with crickets with his head down.
Among the four academies of the Imperial Academy, most of the Imperial Academy are the children of senior officials of third rank or above, while the Taixue Academy is mostly the children of officials of fifth rank or above. Although Yang Xuan's father, Yang Zhao, had not yet reached the fifth level, his methods were extraordinary and he had already sent Yang Xuan in.
As for him and Xue Bai, it was naturally because of filial piety... Du Wulang was amused by himself when he thought of this.
After looking around, few people were listening carefully. Only Xue Bai was still sitting upright, following Zheng Qian's reading with great difficulty.
Du Wulang took a look over and saw that there were strange symbols in his book, so he asked in a low voice: "Have you finished your sentence yet?"
Xue Bai nodded.
"I have studied the Book of Rites at home, but I didn't expect that many people in the Imperial Academy are not as good as me. If this continues, how can students and disciples compare with the rural tributes from various states and counties... Oops."
Du Wulang was still muttering in a low voice, but he already received a thumbstick on the back of his head.
Zheng Qianbo walked past him with E Guan, still reciting, and the ruler in his hand was raised again, hitting Yang Xuan hard on the back of his hand.
The little cricket fell to the mat and disappeared after a while.
Yang Xuan was in so much pain that he didn't know which hand to use to touch the other. He wished he could shout, "Mom, he hit me!"
Zheng Qian had already gone around to the other side.
Du Wulang didn't dare to move anymore. He yawned a few times while listening to the boring article, lowered his head lower and lower, and finally fell asleep.
"In order to preface it to the east, the explanation was laid to the ancestors, so there were seats for the three elders and five more elders..."
I slept soundly and my saliva was dry when I woke up.
Turning around, he saw the setting sun shining on Xue Bai's upright figure from the west window. He frowned, still struggling to study. Yang Xuan also fell asleep, still snoring.
A bell rang and Zheng Qian closed the book.
Everyone stood up and saluted, and this boring day was finally over.
"There's still time before the evening drum. Let's ride horses to Fengwei Tower for dinner." Du Wulang pulled Xue Bai over, "If you let me eat the food from the Imperial College again, I really..."
Yang Xuan was still quarreling with others. When he heard this, he turned around and said, "Xue Bai, I heard from my mother-in-law that you are on good terms with my grandpa. From now on, you will follow me and call me 'Qu Shuai'." , now you can take me to Fengwei Building with you."
Qu Shuai was the name given to the rogue leader, but Yang Xuan wanted to accept Xue Bai as his younger brother.
Xue Bai smiled and said, "I still have to ask the doctor for advice, why don't we do the same?"
Yang Xuan sneered at this kind of thing, walked away with a sneer, and left a priceless saying.
"Smart people are waiting for me to be the official. Who is still studying?"
"Oh, the disciples will really be inferior to the local tribute." Du Wulang sighed, "Now that we have got rid of this fool, let's go."
"I really want to ask the doctor for advice."
"Actually, if you have any questions, you can ask me. I am quite good at studying classics."
Du Wulang was reluctant but still went to the public house with Xue Bai. From a distance, he saw a few old-fashioned businessmen and doctors, which made people very uncomfortable.
"I'm waiting for you."
"good."
After waiting for a long time, all the students nearby had gone to have their meals, and a group of literati walked out of the public room chatting and laughing happily.
Xue Bai was also among them and waved to Du Wulang.
"Let's go and drink with the gentlemen."
"What?"
"Du Zimei is here." Xue Bai said, "Go and pick him up."
"Du Fu?"
"good."
Du Wulang counted on his fingers and said: "Although he is a distant branch, if we count his seniority, he is one generation higher than my grandpa and two generations higher than me."
"Let's go."
"Why should we go?"
Xue Bai said of course: "Make friends and pay homage to the poet. Besides, this spring is the time for us to observe and learn in preparation for the coming year."
"You don't consider that they are doctors, we are..."
Du Wulang was halfway through speaking and quickly followed Xue Bai.
Together with the gentlemen, they left the Imperial College through the small door and went directly into a restaurant across the street.
The backyard of this restaurant is the hostel, which is full of people who went to Beijing to take the exam, and it is very lively.
Zheng Qian was very proud. As soon as he entered the hall, the scholar immediately offered a table to them.
"Mrs. Zheng is here. Let's squeeze in and get a table."
"Haha." Zheng Qian laughed and said, "Today, no matter what age or age, master and apprentice are all friends we have never known before!"
The boldness, freedom and informality of the Tang people are most vividly displayed at this time.
Everyone sat down in the lobby. Du Wulang looked up at these high-ranking officials and celebrities who were about the same age as his grandfather, and felt very uncomfortable, as if his stockings were like nails.
Fortunately, Zheng Qian and Su Yuanming are not as dignified and rigid as they were in school. Instead, they are very forthright. Whenever friends come in, they introduce them with a smile.
"Cishan is here. These two are my friends, Xue Bai who dares to mess around in front of the emperor, and Du Qi, the boy from the Du family."
"Everyone is courteous, Yuan Jie, Zi Cishan, tribute from Henan Prefecture."
When they met each other, Yuan Jie was twenty-eight years old at the time. He was tall, handsome, with clear eyes. There was a confident and high-spirited air in his movements. He was obviously a man of both civil and military skills.
Su Yuanming admired this young man very much, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Today he is still a Gongsheng student, but after Chunwei he will be a pillar of the country."
Zheng Qian commented: "With Cishan's talent, it is too late to pass the exam now."
"Mr. Zheng is so complimentary."
"Where is Zimei? Didn't she come with you?"
"It's right behind." Yuan Jie said with a smile: "He thinks the wine in the restaurant is expensive, so he insists on selling it himself."
"Zheng Taixue and Su Siye, we haven't seen each other for many years!"
Suddenly a loud laugh was heard, and everyone turned to look. A middle-aged man in coarse cloth walked into the store, arriving before anyone else arrived.
"The last time I saw Su Siye was when we traveled to Yanzhou ten years ago. Let's try the turbid wine I sold on the street. If a person lives in this world and only drinks fine wine, it will be too tasteless."
"The sun is approaching in the east county, and the south tower is the first to look at it." Su Yuanming laughed and said, "Du Zimei, if you want to save money, you can speak up."
"..."
Xue Bai looked around, but felt that the Du Fu in front of him was completely different from the image of worry about the country and abjection in his mind.
This middle-aged man is about thirty-five years old. Although he is wearing commoner clothes, he has a strong and vigorous demeanor. The first impression he gives people is... crazy.
Two full, shabby wine bags were thrown on the table, which looked quite shabby compared with the exquisite porcelain of Kangjia Restaurant.
There were two large patches sewn on Du Fu's sleeves, but he must have been rich. He had a deer belt tied around his waist, and a small bag embroidered with gold thread hung on it. It could be seen that the material was very good, but it was very old.
The small bag was bulging with stuff, and there seemed to be a writing brush stuffed inside.
Du Fu didn't care about all this. He was talking and laughing as he sat down among the brocade robes. He looked calm and even arrogant. He was proud of his talent and learning and did not think that anything external could cover up his own brilliance.
"Come, let me introduce you to a poetry prodigy and a member of your clan..."
After seeing the ceremony, Su Yuanming read some of Xue Bai's poems.
Du Fu immediately came to poetry, stood up straight away, asked the shopkeeper for a paper and inkstone, and said: "I have just entered Chang'an and encountered such a wonderful poem. I also have a poem for Xue Xiaolang."
As soon as he finished speaking, the store delivered paper and inkstones. Du Fu took out a small bald pen and pinched the hair on it.
The bald brush strokes are swaying, and the poem is completed in one go. When the pen falls, the poem is completed.
"The blood of Wowa Khan is the son of Qilin in the sky."
"A talented man has great talent, and his study will tell you what to do."
"Dihua is sunny and rainy, so early spring is the best time."
"My friends are having a day of drinking and having a good time. I only know about it now."
Everyone looked at it, and Du Wulang couldn't help but praise, "What a poem!"
Zheng Qian said: "Compared with the poems written by Zimei, they can only be regarded as average."
Xue Bai has also been studying poetry recently, and he can feel the talent of writing poetry without thinking even more. He thanked him solemnly and said: "I have little talent and little knowledge, and I can't compare with Du Gong's poems. I can only think of a fragment of the poem, 'Li Du's poems are thousands of poems.'" "It is passed down orally, and everyone laughs at it."
Du Wulang felt embarrassed for Xue Bai when he heard this, thinking that this was too inexperienced.
Others didn't care about the remaining sentences or the whole poem. Du Fu waved his hands seriously and said: "I can't compare with Brother Taibai."
"What a Du Zimei, you have always been so arrogant, why are you so humble today?"
"If you are a poet, you are not afraid to compare with others, but you are unique!" Du Fu threw away his bald pen, rolled up his sleeves and sat down again, smiling: "Do you know? I met Taibai in Luoyang three years ago. At that time, Dafu Brother is here too."
"I have heard the poems you exchanged, but I don't know the details yet. Tell me quickly."
"..."
The banquet was not as boring as Du Wulang originally thought. On the contrary, Du Fu talked about various experiences vividly, first talking about Tianbao's three years of traveling with Li Bai to Luoyang, and then talking about Tianbao's four years of traveling to Qilu with Li Bai.
When it comes to exchanging poems when parting, Du Fu becomes more and more interested. He recites the poems given by Li Bai, and his expression is somewhat similar to Guo Qianli.
"Autumn waves fall on the Si River, and the sea is bright and clear. The flying ponchos are far away from each other, and the cups in their hands are empty."
"good!"
Everyone immediately raised their glasses and drank.
Du Wulang choked and turned around to look. Xue Bai's movements were cool and his expression was upright, like a high-roller in a wine shop. In fact, the cup in his hand was still full.
"Gentlemen, we have all fallen into Zimei's trap." Yuan Jielang smiled and said: "He was talking about Li Taibai, but he unknowingly persuaded him to drink a glass of wine."
The atmosphere immediately became warm.
Du Fu also liked the song "Farewell on the Ancient Grassland". He seemed to notice that Xue Bai had not finished drinking the wine, so he directly offered him another glass and said with sincerity: "Besides Li Taibai, there is Xue Bai. The poetry world of the Tang Dynasty is so prosperous. Oh!"
Yuan Jie smiled and said: "The students from Chang'an are also Crouching Tigers, Hidden Dragons. Fortunately, Xue Xiaolang has not taken the exam now."
Du Fu raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp, showing his arrogance and drunkenness: "This department is like Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and the situation should be between you and me."
The tribute candidates from the surrounding villages came to look at it one after another.
Xue Bai had been looking at Du Fu, first surprised by his madness, but then suddenly understood.
Yes, it was this kind of Du Fu who could utter such arrogance.
"When I was young, I was a guest of the state. I read tens of thousands of books, and my writing was like a spirit. I wrote about heroes and enemies, and wrote poems about my sons and their wives. Li Yong wanted to know people, and Wang Han wanted to predict his neighbors."
Even Li Yong, the world-famous governor of Beihai, heard about Du Fu's visit to Qilu and rushed to host a banquet in his honor.
With such talent, what does it mean to aspire to be a leader?
"Zimei is drunk." Su Yuanming waved his hands to the people sitting around and smiled, "Don't worry about it, gentlemen."
"Hahaha, with Du Zimei's talent and his stature, who wouldn't be convinced?!"
Someone shouted like this, and everyone in the hall laughed and raised their glasses. As expected, no one dared to be unconvinced.
The warm atmosphere became even higher.
Du Fu didn't know when he picked up the bald pen and mentioned another poem.
…
Du Wulang drank a few glasses of wine and even forgot his identity as a student of the Imperial College. It's a pity that Du Fu only gave Xue Bai poems, but ignored him, a descendant of the Du family.
Looking at it with drunken eyes, the poem on the wall was an old poem.
"You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will have a panoramic view of all the small mountains."
Sorry that the second chapter is late again today. Du Fu is difficult to write. I changed it several times and finally chose this style...
