Chen Yun didn't know all this.
It was not easy to get out, and they were not in a hurry, so sightseeing was the highlight of their trip.
Jiaping, maybe called Jiaxing in another world.
It is much larger than Guobei County, and the scenery is naturally much better than that small county.
But Chen Yun and the others were unlucky to have arrived, as the big exam was about to take place. Jiaping was the seat of the Imperial Academy, and there were countless scholars rushing to take the exam like crucian carp crossing the river.
As a result, although there were not too many inns in the city, they were no longer available.
"Sir, if you had come three days earlier, you might have been able to find a room in the city, but if you want to find a place to stay now, it will be difficult!
Why don't you go ask the dental shops in the city to find some vacant houses and rent them for a short period of time?
After all, the young master's family is traveling, not a caravan.
Moreover, there were no anxious looks on the faces of the young master and his family. It seemed that there was nothing too urgent in this trip, and that it was just a sightseeing trip.
In this case, Jiaping's mountains and rivers are so picturesque, how could we miss this scenery because of trivial matters? "
What kind of person the innkeeper is, he can tell at a glance that the family is old and young. There is no urgent look on his face, and there is no trace of the embarrassment on his clothes. Even if he heard the news that there is no house in the city, he is not too anxious.
It can be seen from this that he is not in a hurry, nor is he a scholar rushing to take the exam.
It was obvious that he was from a family that was not short of money, and he was doing that traveling thing. After all, the northern horse alone was rare in the south, and he was definitely a person who was not short of money.
Since you are not short of money to travel around, you probably won’t want to miss the unique sights in Jiaping City.
"Oh? Can the shopkeeper tell me if there are any good sights to visit in Jiaping?"
Chen Yun asked softly. The shopkeeper was right. Chen Yun was not in a hurry for this trip because the old Taoist priest said that the time for Zhu Guo to mature is not that urgent yet.
Therefore, this trip is mainly about sightseeing.
Since you are traveling around the mountains and rivers, you will not be too hasty or hasty along the way, so as not to miss some good scenery.
Now that you are in Jiaping, you can’t miss it.
The innkeeper is also a wonderful person. When Chen Yun asked, he smiled casually: "If you want to talk about the scenery in Jiaping City, it depends on the people!
If you are a young scholar from a noble family and ask about the scenery in this city.
Then, the answer must be: listening to the wind and rain in the alleys of the flower house, picking lotus pods on the boat boat on the lake, the beautiful woman playing the drum and harp with her hands, and the young master caressing her under the moon.
But if, like a young man, the family goes out to play, most of them will go to Yuxiang to listen to the wind. But after seeing the scenery, they will take a boat to Hanshan Temple outside the city, listen to the bells, and eat vegetarian food, which clears away the irritability in their chests.
When you get rid of the boredom in your chest and look at things in the world calmly, you will find that everything in this world can become a poem! "
Chen Yun didn't expect that a mere innkeeper could actually speak well. However, these words did not touch his heartstrings.
After all, someone once said that although Chen Yun has a literary spirit on his head, it is not formed. Although he has read a lot, he does not seek a deep understanding, so he naturally has those poetic and literary qualities in his chest.
But unexpectedly, the shopkeeper's description of Jiaping City aroused the interest of Miss Ninth, and she looked at Chen Yun: "Ms. sir, we are not in a hurry anyway.
Now that I have arrived in Jiaping, I also want to listen to the wind in Yuxiang, take a boat trip on the lake to pick lotus pods, and listen to the bells at Hanshan Temple! "
I don’t know if she learned from Ah Wu, but Miss Ninth is now also able to act coquettishly. Even her clothes have changed a lot under the influence of Ah Wu.
However, a suit of plain white clothes, carefully cut, does look much more beautiful and charming than the rough clothes and linen clothes before.
Chen Yun didn't have any objections to this. As for Old Man Zuo, he wasn't in a hurry anyway, and Dunzi didn't have any objections at all. He was very happy when he heard that he could go on a cruise!
Listen to the wind in the rain alley.
In fact, rain in the rain lane is not raining, and listening to the wind is not listening to the wind.
There is a flower building next to the rain alley, and there are naturally flowers in the flower building. Oirans are usually excellent in both sex and art. However, in the flower building next to the rain alley, it is said that only the courtesan can live in it.
In those days, oirans usually performed as entertainers rather than as prostitutes, but to be able to enter the flower house and listen to the oiran's songs, in addition to wealth, they also needed some talent.
So Yuxiang Tingfeng is actually just a person who cannot enter the flower house in person to listen to the oiran playing and singing for him. He listens to the lingering sounds of the elegant music faintly coming from the flower house outside.
Next to the Flower House, there is no brothel in the elegant alley, but there is a tea house.
It's rainy in the south, and it's raining lightly, which wets the gray tiles on the roof and the bluestone slabs under our feet.
Standing under the eaves to escape the light rain, I gently looked outside and saw another scenery.
This alley may be the Rain Alley!
Chen Yun thought, isn't this an ancient star concert?
Chen Yun didn't understand, Old Man Zuo didn't understand even less, let alone Dunzi. After all, people like them, young and old, who came to listen to the music were really weird.
But Miss Ninth sighed: "This rain alley, not that rain alley..."
After saying that, he felt a little gloomy and walked out!
Mo Ran, who had been standing not far away, was a girl listening to the music like them, and smiled.
"Of course Rain Alley is not here, but in my heart!"
After saying that, the girl came over and gave a gentle salute to Miss Ninth: "The little girl's surname is Wen. She has read some poems and books. It seems that my wife is also someone who understands poetry. I wonder if the little girl can invite some people to show her respect. Move to Let’s have some tea in a private room and chat about some windy and rainy gossip?”
Miss Ninth was stunned and subconsciously looked at Chen Yun. Chen Yun nodded with a smile: "Since Miss Wen is so elegant, let's have a chat. Anyway, we are not in a hurry!"
The tea room faces the street, and from the flower window you can see the street below that is soaked by light rain. I have to say that the road paved with bluestones is beautiful. Even if it rains, it adds a bit of poetry.
The tea is not very fragrant when you enter it, but if you savor it carefully, you can taste a long flavor from the bland taste.
Mrs. Wen put down the tea cup and said softly: "Back then, I was right here, watching the rain on the street. The corners of my clothes were splashed by the rain, and the mud on the bluestone roadside rubbed against my shoes.
At that time, this alley was not called Yuxiang.
I watched the rain fall from the gray tile eaves and wet the bluestone slabs in the alley, and a poem suddenly came to my mind: The cold wind and cold rain filled the city.
But there is only one sentence, and there is no way to continue.
At that time, a young man who came to Fucheng to take the exam came up to me. Seeing that he was gentle and elegant, I asked him if he could help me continue this poem.
He didn't say anything, he just took out his handkerchief and knelt down to gently wipe the mud from my embroidered shoes.
At that time, my heart trembled. I felt that this young man was gentle and elegant, and he had a lot of talent and knowledge in his heart without showing it to others, so I followed him back, willing to polish his ink and add fragrance to him.
But unexpectedly, although this young man looks talented and looks gentle and elegant, in fact he has no ink in his chest!
The word "Panthoxylum bungeanum" was actually written as "Huajiang", the word "Ginger" was actually written as "Shengjiang", and the word "hateful" was actually written as "Kelang".
I thought he had a beautiful chest, but unexpectedly he turned out to be a loser. "
Miss Jiu was attracted by this story, so she quickly asked: "What's next?"
Miss Wen smiled: "I left him a letter and left!
The letter said: I admire the elegance of the young master, so I recommend myself to the pillow mat, study ink day and night to add fragrance, and wish to continue our relationship with poems.
I didn't want to peek into the young master's homework, but it made people hate him.
The word "hateful" can be written as "Kelang".
The word for Zanthoxylum bungeanum was actually written as Huajiao.
Ginger, the young master actually wrote Shengjiang.
I thought the young master was a scholar in white clothes, but now it seems that he is just a loser.
Since we can’t renew our relationship with poetry, let’s say goodbye with poetry!
Nothing to waste
Flowers grow in the river
There is a son-in-law like this
Better to be a prostitute
Then I drifted away and returned to this place, but I don’t know when this place was originally just an ordinary alley, but later it was named Yuxiang.
Some people say it's because of me, but some people say it's not!
Or maybe it’s because of what I said: The cold wind and rain are all over the city. "
Following Mrs. Wen's words, the rain outside seemed to be getting heavier.
She didn't seem to notice it, nor was she affected by the rain at all. Instead, she turned around from looking out the window and turned her gaze to Chen Yun.
"Looking at the face of the young master, he is rich, noble, elegant and extraordinary. I wonder if I can continue the last few lines of the poem [Cold wind and cold rain fill the river city] for me?"
Chen Yun smiled: "Your name is Wen Xi? I've heard about you!"
Of course I have heard of it, Volume 11 of Liaozhai, Mr. Jiaping and Wen Xi.
Even if you have never heard of it, the scrolls in the Book of Mountains and Seas clearly indicate that this is a literary demon with literary courage in his chest.
She started out as a brothel girl who turned into a literary demon after her death. She then admired the elegant scholar and followed her away.
Unexpectedly, he fell in love with the wrong person. After discovering that the other person was a fool and had no ideas, he angrily left a farewell poem and walked away.
But I never thought that this incident would become a legend that has been passed down for hundreds of years.
Knowing that it was such a person, Chen Yun asked with a smile, but he was already very vigilant in his heart, and he might recite the four-character mantra "I am Chen Yun" at any time.
Although he is a literary demon, who knows whether the literary demon can eat people.
Madam Wen smiled and continued to ask gently: "Sir, can you continue the last few lines of the poem [City of Cold Wind and Rain Full of Rivers] for me?"
Chen Yun also laughed and asked, "If I can't answer, will Mrs. Wen not let us leave?"
"Young master, you can stay or leave as you please. After all these years, I have only been obsessed with this sentence [Cold wind and cold rain fill the river city], but I have never had any malice towards any living thing in the world.
So, sir, don’t worry!
If it can be continued, everyone will be happy, but if it cannot be continued, it is just a matter of forgetfulness! "
Mrs. Wen smiled faintly, as if elegance had seeped into her bones, and her every frown and smile touched people's hearts.
Hundreds of years of obsession have not made her excessively extreme. She is just a literary demon who loves poetry.
"But the little girl has a hunch in her heart that the young master seems to be confident that he can continue the last few lines of this poem.
If the young master helps the slave family get rid of this obsession, the slave family is willing to follow you and recommend himself as a pillow! "
Chen Yun quickly waved his hand, but glanced at Miss Ninth, and quickly rejected Mrs. Wen's kindness: "I'll just recommend myself to the pillow. Besides, with my ability, I can't continue.
I can't even read a few Chinese characters, and I'm much worse than you used to follow that scholar! "
Unexpectedly, Miss Ninth may have been attracted by Miss Wen's story.
Literary youth is a common problem that almost every educated young woman who has read and learned how to write has always had.
She looked at Chen Yun, then quickly hugged Chen Yun's arms with both hands and said coquettishly: "Ms. sir, I can see the confidence in your eyes.
When you are confident, almost nothing can trouble you.
So, you can definitely help Sister Wen continue that poem, right?
My husband, right? "
When Mrs. Wen heard this, her eyes instantly became hot, as if they were burning into Chen Yun's heart.
Chen Yun had no choice but to stare at Miss Jiu with hatred, wondering in his heart, are you stupid?
Such things as literary demons are almost immune to the methods of Taoism and Buddhism to subjugate demons and eliminate demons before they have harmed people's lives.
Just because the scroll of the Book of Mountains and Seas reminds us that things like Wen Yao are born with Wen Qi, or wen gall, which can ward off magic attacks such as Yi, monsters, chaos, and gods.
A swordsman can only develop a sword heart within his body if he is extremely devoted to the sword and loves it to the extreme.
Naturally, the same goes for Wen Guan.
But for this kind of thing, generally only paranoid people, paranoid about words, paranoid about poetry, are likely to turn into literary monsters after death.
And this possibility is as low as observing a grain of dust directly with the naked eye.
Only the imperial dragon energy of the human court can suppress it to a certain extent.
Of course, the evil spirit of military strategists can also break literary courage.
This is why Chen Yun has not panicked so far!
Even though Chen Yun's dynasty dragon energy and military evil spirit should not be underestimated, he is not afraid of this literary demon, but he doesn't really like a literary demon following him!
But my wife is actually a pig teammate!
Chen Yun sighed, but even though he was betrayed by his wife, he still wanted to struggle again: "I am confident because I have indeed heard of this poem, and I have also heard that someone has continued this poem. come out!
But let me tell you in advance, this is not my sequel! "
Miss Ninth was very happy when she heard this: "Sure enough, even if my husband-in-law can't write, he still has extraordinary literary talent!"
This sentence is very contradictory, but in Miss Jiu's heart, Chen Yun really cannot write the words of this world.
But it doesn't mean that he is illiterate. Chen Yun should be able to write his own handwriting in his hometown, in a blessed place. After all, they are two worlds.
So just because Chen Yun is illiterate does not mean that he cannot have extraordinary literary talent!
Therefore, when Chen Yun said that he had heard of this poem and that someone had continued it, Miss Jiu was very happy.
Madam Wen stood up solemnly. The beautiful literary demon with her bright eyes and white teeth exuding elegance stretched out her hand to give Chen Yunxuan a cup of tea and signaled, please!
Then he brought the four treasures of the study that seemed to have been prepared by the private room for a long time, spread out the paper, picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and quickly finished it, writing down the verses Chen Yun said.
Chen Yun was a little stunned, but when he remembered that this woman was a literary demon, he felt relieved. It seemed that there was nothing strange about the literary demon being like this.
So I took a sip of tea, cleared my throat, and finally spoke.
“The legend of Wen Xi has been passed down for many years, and your story has been heard by many people.
Naturally, someone will try to help you continue this poem!
For example, there is a little girl named Yang who heard your story when she was fourteen years old. She was fascinated by your story and wrote the next three sentences for your sentence "The cold wind and rain are all over the river" .
However, after this fourteen-year-old girl continued to write your poem, she lost her soul for fifteen years! "
(End of chapter)
