"Young master, please be careful. How could you say such treasonous words? If... other young masters hear it, be careful to report it to the master!"
In Wenxinzhai, the elegant scholar spoke angrily. The old man in rich clothes on the side broke into a cold sweat. He rushed to the scholar in three steps and anxiously stopped him. He wanted to cover the scholar's pink mouth.
"That's right. Who in the world can figure out such a difficult pair? I was given a few days and the gentlemen in the house might be able to help me figure it out, but my father wants it tomorrow!" Scholar Xiuya said. Hun didn't care and kept complaining.
"Royal Library!"
Jiang Li's eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he thought of. He looked at the master and servant who were about to reach the stairs, and suddenly said: "Master, please stay!"
"Are you calling me?"
The elegant scholar looked back and saw a handsome young man in elegant Confucian robes standing in the sea of books, holding a book and bowing to her from afar.
The young man raised his head, with a smile as bright as the rising sun on his delicate and gentle face, and his bright eyes sparkling as if they contained a sea of stars.
Scholar Xiuya couldn't help but be startled, and was a little stunned for a moment.
"Jiang Li, who is in the Wuhou Mansion in the lower town, just heard the couplet the young master said, and I wanted to have a match with the young master for a moment!" Jiang Li slowly stepped forward and saluted gently.
"Pair, what pair, ah, can you match it?"
The elegant scholar was slightly dazed, and then woke up. The old man in rich clothes on the side wanted to stop the scholar from communicating with Jiang Li, but when he heard Jiang Li announcing his home address and saw a tiger-shaped jade pendant on Jiang Li's waist, he took a step back. No more words.
Anyone who received a title in the Great Zhou Dynasty would be given a corresponding emblem by Emperor Jing. The Raging Eyed Cloud Tiger was the emblem obtained by Jiang Shirong, the Marquis of Zhenwu.
"I'm not talented, but I'm willing to give it a try!" Jiang Li said gently. His voice was like jade. Although it was not loud, he had the air of a gentleman.
"Sir, this scholar is asking you about your pairing!" The old man in rich clothes couldn't help but remind him in a low voice when he saw that his young master's eyes were a little blurry.
"The first couplet is "Yun Chao Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha San!" Scholar Xiuya realized that he was a little out of control, his cheeks were slightly red, and he quickly pretended to be calm and said the first couplet.
"The first couplet is about clouds, depicting the clouds and mists that appear and disappear. Then I am facing the tide, which waxes and wanes!"
Jiang Li pondered for a few breaths and then said: "The tide is long and long and long and long and long!"
"You're actually right!"
The scholar Xiuya stared at Jiang Li in shock with his beautiful big eyes. He looked at Jiang Li blankly with an expression of disbelief.
My father came to Shuyuan today and on a whim, he wrote the first couplet of "Yun Chao Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha San".
As a result, in the book garden, not to mention the royal brothers, no one among the senior gentlemen responsible for teaching various subjects could compete with him.
Even the pronunciation of Yun Chao Chao Chao Chao Chao Chao Chao San has not been unified.
But this "ordinary" handsome young man in front of him only hesitated for a few breaths before he got everything right, and he could even clearly explain the meaning of the upper and lower lines!
"The clouds and the tides dispersed and dispersed in seconds!" The old man in gorgeous clothes also showed brilliant eyes and looked at Jiang Li with some surprise.
"Brother, how did you do it?"
The scholar Xiuya was so happy that he couldn't help but step forward and grab Jiang Li's sleeve, his eyes filled with admiration.
"The book says that the sea of clouds is like a tide. From the first couplet, I felt the scene of the sea of clouds gathering and disappearing, and an idea came to my mind!" Jiang Li smiled.
When he was visiting Jiangxin Temple in his previous life, he had seen such a pair on the lintel, and he just pondered it, just remembering it.
"Little brother, you are too modest. Your talent is much better than those old scholars in the Hanlin Academy!"
Seeing the history book in Jiang Li's hand, the scholar Xiuya asked curiously: "Jiang Shirong, the Marquis of Zhenwu, is a great scholar and a figure in Neo-Confucianism at that time. It is said that the library in the Marquis's mansion is as vast as smoke, almost comparable to the library of the royal family. Since you I was born in Zhenwu Marquis Mansion, why would I buy books here? How can there be detailed and reliable unofficial history books compiled by Hanlin Academy scholars?"
"This year there was a great disaster in the north, and the Mang tribe's cavalry invaded fiercely. Although I am a scholar, I also yearn to die for the country on the battlefield and return my body wrapped in horse leather. Therefore, I wanted to take a look at the details of the battle at Jigu Temple seventeen years ago, but it was a pity that there was a library in the house. There is no more detailed record!”
Jiang Li let out a long sigh and rearranged the books in his hands back on the bookshelf, looking lonely and disappointed.
"The Four Great Literary Schools in Shengjing are just in vain. You helped me a lot today. I can't repay you. I can go back and help you find relevant classics!" Scholar Xiuya thought for a while.
"That's very good. If you can see the excitement of the battle at Jigu Temple, it will be worth ten thousand taels of gold. It should be paired with a pot of fine wine!" Jiang Li quickly thanked him.
"I come from a branch of Prince Yiyong's palace, and my family ranks seventeenth. Just call me Young Master Seventeenth!"
Scholar Xiuya pointed to the opposite side and said, "Brother Jiang Li, my father doesn't allow me to go out to play every day. Let's meet at the Yumen Restaurant opposite in seven days!"
"Okay, Jiang will be waiting for you in seven days, take your leave!"
Jiang Li bid farewell to the two of them, turned around and walked down the library.
"Sir, I forbid you to leave the palace at will, why do you still want to sneak out?" The old man in rich clothes said worriedly.
"The big 'husband' is hard to follow once he says something, not to mention that brother Jiang Li has helped me a lot. If I go back to please my father, I can go to the Great Wall in the north with my third brother!"
The scholar Xiuya watched Jiang Li off, until the latter's back disappeared, then he looked back with some reluctance, and said to the old man beside him: "Lao Hai, brother Jiang Li is really from Zhenwuhou Mansion? Why have I never heard of this name? .”
"Perhaps he is a descendant of the Jiang family. Jiang Shirong's more than twenty sons all have the character "Xuan" in their names. This person's single name is Jiang Li, so he should not be a descendant of Marquis Zhenwu!"
The old man in rich clothes seemed to have noticed the elegant scholar's thoughts, and suddenly smiled and said: "But I think this guy has a quick mind and a brilliant mind. Even if he is from a humble background, he may not be able to get ahead.
"The imperial examination is coming soon. If this young man is really talented, he will definitely shine. It is very likely that he will pass the imperial examination in the future. If the emperor likes it, he may not be able to call him a son-in-law who can ride a dragon!"
"Old Haitou, you are making fun of me!"
Young Master Xiuya's face instantly turned red. She stamped her feet and ran down the library like a gust of wind.
"Sir, wait a minute, old slave!"
The old man in gorgeous clothes complained endlessly. He held up his gorgeous robe, staggered and trotted after him.
…
Opposite Wenxinzhai, there is a small restaurant. The restaurant's name is Yumen, which is taken from an important border town in the north of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
It is said that the owner of the restaurant is an old soldier who has guarded Yumenguan for thirty years. He returned to Shengjing ten years ago, sold all his wealth and bought this small shop.
In this bustling ten-mile long street of Shengjing City, where every inch of land is worth a lot of money, the business of the restaurant is quite bleak.
When Jiang Li walked into the restaurant, only six of the twenty-odd square tables in the lobby on the first floor were occupied by guests, which was in sharp contrast to the lively scene of the restaurants and shops on both sides.
"Sir, I'm here!"
In the corner, Chuchu waved to him. There was a plate of cooked peanuts and a small glass of wine on the table in front of her.
The little girl's face was slightly red, her eyes were bright, and she was actually a little tipsy.
