Chapter 116: I'm not a soft persimmon

The Tang people liked to buy other businesses in order to avoid summer and summer or to have leisure and entertainment. This is quite similar to the wealthy people in later generations. The trend of buying other businesses is not limited to princes and relatives. Any wealthy people with some money in their families, especially literati with some financial resources, are even more keen on this. The most famous of these is probably the Wangchuan business of Wang Wei, a poet of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Liu Jingwen's other property was about ten miles outside Jinzhou City, and it was backed by the beautiful mountains and rivers of the Qinling Mountains. On the left is a peach blossom forest covering an area of ​​dozens of acres and is steeped in the flowers during the flowers blooming. On the right is the Han River that circumns the city. It can be said to be a quiet and quiet beauty that is deep in the noise. The most commendable is that the "Three Pools and Moon Seals" known as the first of the ten scenic spots in Jinzhou is not far from the other property, which adds a good place to travel at night with lights.

Because of the above, although there are many other industries outside Jinzhou City, the most famous one is this Liyuan. Liu Jingwen is also proud of it and spares no effort in renovation, which creates the beautiful scenery that Tang Cheng saw at this time.

Unexpectedly, an unknown other industry outside Jinzhou City was even more garden-like than a famous Yangzhou paradise. Tang Cheng followed Master Yan all the way, and couldn't help but feel a little yearning for the clear sound of autumn flowers and birds singing.

Compared with the garden industry in front of him, the new Jinzhou home, which has always been very satisfied with these days, suddenly seems to be dwarfed. Life is of quality. If you can also buy a garden and introduce the ingenious thoughts you saw when you visited famous gardens in Jiangsu and Zhejiang in the perfect fusion of exquisite beauty and the beauty of the countryside, what kind of pleasure should this be?

When the stomach is not full, the first thing people think of is survival. But when the problem of survival is solved, life comes with it, such as the elegant four-member house in a courtyard! When this pursuit has been achieved, it will be like Tang Cheng now, and he will think about other karmas with a better quality of life.

Life always requires constant efforts and hard work in the world. Work is a very abstract word. But what reflects the results of hard work are real things.

"I came here five years ago. Compared to that day, the garden is really more refined." While walking slowly, Master Yan, who was walking slowly, still did not forget to teach his beloved disciples. "It is said that the owner of the garden, Liu Jingwen, is very beautiful, but unfortunately his thoughts are not used on the right path, otherwise he would not have been delayed until now. Therefore, it is true that the sage said that "playing with things and losing his ambition" is true. Tang Cheng, you should take it as a warning, and you must not be fascinated by the sounds and colors in front of you."

Fame and fortune are fame and fortune. It is true that one should work hard in life, but he has money but does not know how to enjoy it. Such a attitude towards life is difficult to recognize Tang Cheng, who is a time traveler. However, when he gets along with Master Yan, there are too many conflicts of such ideas, and it is useless to distinguish them. No one can convince anyone. Therefore, although Tang Cheng did not agree with Master Lao's statement very much, he never argued with him.

"However, although Liu Jingwen is not dedicated, the letter from the old friends in the past month said that he had a cousin who was very good, and his talent was still higher than Liu Jingwen's day. The most rare thing is that this son was able to work hard. In order to be at ease, he would not even live in the prosperous city of the state." Mr. Yan, who has been a teacher for his whole life, had a deep occupational illness. When he talked about such a diligent and studious backward, he always stroked his jaw and showed a happy expression on his face.

Tang Cheng, who was enjoying the garden view, had no intention of asking Liu Jingwen's aunt who was, so he just responded and gave up!

Following the path paved with stone, they went straight into the depths of the park. In a short while, the two of them arrived at the main venue of the cultural conference, the Chrysanthemum Platform.

The chrysanthemum platform is located in the center of the park, and there is a lake with clear water and quiet water introduced from the Han River. The chrysanthemum platform in the style of the mountain pavilion is built on an exquisite sandbar at the center of the lake, separated by the lake water. There are more than a thousand chrysanthemums planted on the sandbar at the center of the lake and on the water shores of the lakeside.

It was late autumn, and although the flowers were in decline, it was the season when the thick chrysanthemums were in full bloom, and more than a dozen varieties of chrysanthemums were blooming inside and outside the lake water, and it was really beautiful when competing for beauty.

Seeing such a scene in front of you reminded Tang Cheng of Huang Chao's famous saying "Singing the Sky Fragrance Array" in Chang'an. The whole city was covered with golden armor.

When he was admiring the chrysanthemums, Master Yan had already greeted the old friends who came to attend the literary gathering first.

Master Yan was in Jinzhou for many years and worked for the provincial school. There were quite a few old friends or even disciples. After this greeting, Tang Cheng no longer had the intention to appreciate the chrysanthemums. He was constantly introduced to scholars by Master Yan, and what followed was constant greetings.

It was through such recommendations and greetings that after nearly two years of studying, Tang Cheng finally officially entered the Jinzhou literary world and entered the circle of scholars who can be said to be the core of this state.

During the greetings, Tang Cheng was talking about a topic that the literati who came first was relishing - Liu Jingwen, who came back from Yangzhou, invited a prostitute who was a good singer. He heard that this prostitute was born in the most famous brothel in Yangzhou. Last month, he became famous for a new poem about unknown origin. Now it is a time when it is in the red.

This prostitute must be famous, have a good look, and have a good voice, but what makes the scholars sigh is that this woman is not plump enough, and she is the kind of graceful girl that the horses in the state like.

When the gossip was over, all the scholars smiled knowingly. It goes without saying that the purpose of Liu Jingwen's arrangement of this literary meeting was to stop driving. Maybe he had something to ask for help from the master!

Tang Cheng only listened to this gossip at random. Now he just wanted to ask, but he really had no time. As the time for the literary meeting was approaching, more and more people arrived. He couldn't even greet him by Master Yan, and there was still time to participate in such gossip.

After finally following Master Yan, Tang Cheng panted and looked around, he unexpectedly discovered a very familiar figure. He was as white as snow, and looked so eye-catching among the golden chrysanthemums everywhere!

This...isn't it Liu Suifeng, why is he here too? He should be in the Yunxi County School now.

"You know him!" Mr. Yan, who had just finished greetings with several old friends, came over. Those old friends were very satisfied with Tang Cheng's style and demeanor, which made Mr. Yan very happy, and his tone became much more relaxed. "This son is Liu Suifeng, the cousin of Liu Jingwen, whom I just mentioned, and his mother is Liu Xiyi's three daughters."

Liu Xiyi, who "the flowers are similar every year, and the people are different every year", turned out to be Liu Suifeng's grandson! Tang Chengzhen, who heard this news, didn't know what to say. Could it be that Liu Suifeng's poems are inherited?

Although they were not in the same subject, both of them had been in Yunxi County after all. When Tang Cheng was about to go over to say hello to Liu Suifeng, it happened that the time for the literary meeting had come. Five or seven boys who were busy on the sandbank came to attract guests in small boats.

In Liu Jingwen's other career, Liu Suifeng was considered half of his master. He was leading a few older famous men on the boat, and he really had no time to talk. Seeing this, Tang Cheng did not gossip and held Master Yan up the small boat that was parked in front of him.

There were thirty or forty scholars who came to participate in the literary meeting today. There were so many thirty or forty people in the sandbank that they could not sit on the chrysanthemum platform. Liu Jingwen was also a clever person, so he simply did not set up tables and chairs, and then placed a thick felt carpet in the chrysanthemums on the sandbank on the platform, allowing visitors to find their place, and the chrysanthemums were blooming beside them. The cold fragrance was rising, and the guests sat on the ground casually among the flowers. Although they were not in the bamboo forest, Tang Cheng suddenly thought of the bamboo forest meeting of Ji Kang and others during the Six Dynasties.

After holding Master Yan and sitting down on the thick felt blanket, Tang Cheng couldn't help but say a thumbs up. "Liu Jingwen has good thoughts."

"This is not his work." Master Yan pointed at the willow Suifeng on the other side of the sandbank. "Today, the layout in this sandbank was arranged by Liu Suifeng."

"It's him!" After thinking about it, Tang Cheng didn't find it strange. Liu Suifeng's arrogant nature is arrogant, but the premise of his arrogant nature is that there is indeed something real in his heart.

After only a few gossips, I heard the sound of a flowing pipa sound on the chrysanthemum platform. At this moment, two small boats on the small lake floated in two different directions with ripples. According to Master Yan, the 50-year-old man in one of the small boats was today's guest and horse.

Since he arrived at the Jinzhou County Government Office, Tang Cheng has been famous for not driving horses for a long time, but it is not until today that he has seen a real person for the first time.

Although Ma Biega, who is nearly 60 years old, is a bit fat, but is not very fat. It complements the demeanor he has raised for a long time. This guy is old, but because of his appearance, his life experience for more than 50 years has accumulated a unique taste in him. In short, although Tang Cheng has no favoritism for Ma Biega, he has to admit that this old man has good appearance from being good to being handsome, which is very consistent with the image of a Tang Dynasty literati he imagined in later generations.

In fact, this is nothing strange. In addition to the Ministry of Rites Examination, the imperial examination in the Tang Dynasty also had to go through the Ministry of Personnel’s Examination before it could be awarded an official. The Ministry of Personnel’s Examination had four contents: body, speech, book, and judgment. The first one of the “body” examined the appearance and demeanor of the candidate. The Ministry of Personnel considered that officials represented the image of the court after all.

There are many standards for "body". In short, if you have a bad appearance, you will never have the chance to become an official in the Tang Dynasty through the imperial examination. Because there is such a standard, there is no ugly scholar in the Tang Dynasty who was released from the imperial examination road. As a result, there is no exception for those scholars who have been released from the imperial examination.

Just as Tang Cheng looked at the horses carefully, he heard a beautiful female voice singing on the other boat with a charming song as the pipa on the chrysanthemum platform:

The orchids on the steps are filled with heat and frost, and the chrysanthemums on the shore shine on the morning light. The dew is thick and the morning smiles, and the wind is strong and the fragrance is light.

The fine leaves are light green, and the round flowers are clustered with tender yellow. They still hold the color of this year and bring the fragrance of the next year.

"This is a poem about chrysanthemums written by Emperor Taizong of this dynasty, which is just the beginning of this literary conference. Well, Liu Suifeng chose it well." Master Yan was a square man and even a bit old-fashioned. Although he was born in the Tang Dynasty with a very open atmosphere, Master he never went to the brothel for his whole life, so he naturally would not praise the skills of the singer at this moment. However, the other participants were generous in their beautiful lyrics, and after the song was finished, they all praised the prostitute's excellent singing skills.

Tang Cheng didn't care much about Mr. Yan and the people around him. At this time, his eyes were more on the singing girl who was on the boat. It was so weird! I don't know what day it was today, but why did I always meet some people I could not meet.

"May I have your name?".

"The doves are singing in the river island, the beautiful lady and the gentleman are the best friends!".

But it turned out that Liu Jingwente invited the singer from Hangzhou to flatter him, who was the one who "the flowers in the backyard bloomed" and invited Tang Chengsuhua to poems on the moonlit night of the Twenty-Four Bridge!

It seems that Liu Jingwen is really familiar with the hobby of horseman. Guan Guan, who was invited from Yangzhou from thousands of miles away, really interested Ma Feisheng. When he was still standing on the boat, his eyes were always on the graceful curve of Guan Guan. At this time, two small boats arrived at the same time, and Lao Ma even took the initiative to reach out to help Guan Guan Shezhou land.

People are old and their hearts are not old, and old cows still want to eat tender grass! It is also impolite to come but not to behave. Since the old man likes to use a dull knife, I have to think of a way to go back and kill him. I was depressed by these worlds. When Tang Cheng thought of this, he was sitting cross-legged and deliberately straightened up.

The sandbank was not big at all, and Guan Guan passed by the path in front of Tang Cheng again. He was so deliberate that Guan Guan naturally noticed him.

When he first saw Tang Cheng, Guan Guan couldn't believe it at first, and then a brilliant joy burst out in his eyes.

Seeing that Guan Guan was out of control, he wanted to come over while moving. Tang Cheng hurriedly made a silence, and then pressed his hands in the void, indicating that she would calm down.

Guan Guan obviously understood what he meant, and added a bit of beauty to his lips and smile.

Ma Biejia's eyes were more on Guan Guan's waist like a breeze waving like a willow. When he saw it, Tang Cheng's gesture had already been done.

"What's wrong?" Ma Bojia asked in confusion.

"It's nothing, the autumn is clear and the weather is so good today." Guan Guan Guan's sincere smile once again shocked Ma Wujia, "Mr. Liu is not lying, Jinzhou is indeed a good place." As he said this, Guan Guan, who walked in front of Tang Cheng, stopped slightly, and then brought a ray of fragrant wind to the chrysanthemum platform.

"As the chief official of the Assistant of the State, he is so concerned about a singer. It is really a failure to do anything about the official style." Mr. Yan obviously couldn't stand Lao Ma's actions of being too concerned about Guan Guan. When he heard the teacher's words, Tang Cheng naturally smiled and nodded.

With Yao Dongqi's rogue in front of him, Tang Cheng knew that there was no hope of reconciliation with Yao Dongqi. Since this is the case, he was so depressed that he did not want to be cowardly and endure. Then again, it would be useless even if he was willing to compromise and seek.

Since that's the case, Tang Cheng naturally wouldn't let it go.

Such actions are not just to be reckless in order to vent their anger for a moment. Tang Cheng also wanted to use this to let his colleagues in the state yamen know. He is not the kind of soft persimmon that can be pinched around and round as much as possible, and flattened as much as possible!

The world is in a cold and cold manner, and the phenomenon of playing with the red and striking black is particularly obvious in the yamen. Tang Cheng is now in a bad luck, and the envoy who promoted him will not come back for a while. If he does not take advantage of the right opportunity to show his strength, perhaps even the cat and the dog will dare to ride on him in just a few days.

After singing the poem "The Emperor Taizong" made chrysanthemums, and after the horses and Guan Guan sat on the chrysanthemum stage, the literary meeting officially began. Now someone asked Guan Guan to sing another song, and even called on the new poem that made her famous in Yangzhou since the moon.

Upon hearing this request, Guan Guan looked at Tang Cheng with a smile, stood up without any refusal, and took the pipa from the woman who was specializing in accompaniment.

Tap the teeth, and as Guan Guan plucked his ten fingers lightly, a cool sound of a pipa gag flowed out from the chrysanthemum platform.

Since that bright moon night on the Twenty-Fourth Bridge, I have sang this new poem many times during the moon. It is this new poem that perfectly integrates with the charm of Yangzhou that made Guan Guan famous in Yangzhou brothels famous for a while. This poem gave her too much, so Guan Guan naturally became more and more attentive to it. In addition, Tang Cheng is here today, which makes Guan Guan more attentive when singing.

The grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered, and the green mountains are faintly drifting. On the 24-bridge moonlit night, where can the jade man teaches to play the flute?

The pipa was blowing in his hand and playing a familiar accompaniment, singing familiar poems. Although he was on the chrysanthemum platform in Liyuan, what appeared in Guanguan’s mind was the prosperous Yangzhou, which was endless and ten miles away. On that bright moon night, the long rainbow lying on the waves in the twenty-four bridges...

Especially when his eyes fell on Tang Cheng, Guan Guan felt that what he thought and what he saw in his mind had reached a complete unity. His singing voice became clearer and his poems became more and more emotional. At the same time, her eyes were fixed on Tang Cheng and never left again.

Poetry is a good poem, and Guan Guan sang it well. As a most authentic Tang Dynasty literati, Ma Biejia naturally knew the goods. At first, he still listened with a smile, but when he noticed that Guan Guan was staring at a handsome boy below the stage, and his eyes were so moving, Ma Biejia's face began to change.

The main reason why Ma Biejia's face changed was not Guan Guan. Although he was very satisfied with Guan Guan, as a singer like Guan Guan, he would not have made him jealous. What Ma Biejia really cares about is his face!

Today, the guest of the lecture was the highest official position. When Ma Biejia saw Guan Guan, he knew it was Liu Jingwen who was considering his preferences. And Ma Biejia also understood that these scholars attending the meeting could also see that. After all, his preference for women with slim figures is already an open secret in Jinzhou.

According to common sense, Guan Guan should focus on him as the guest of honor, and now there is an abnormal situation, which clearly shows his face. The subtext of this action is: As the guest of honor, the guest of honor, the young man is not even as good as the young man below.

Lao Ma is already a top figure in Jinzhou. He is usually flattered. Now he is so despised by a prostitute in front of many scholars. How can he bear the affection? His face is put there again?

Finally, when the poem recurs to the third fold, the horse barely raised his hand and waved it. The owner Liu Jingwen, who was caught off guard by the behavior of keeping his eyes open, suddenly came over.

Ma Biaojia whispered something in a low voice, Liu Jingwen nodded and went to the chrysanthemum platform to inquire about something.

After giving Liu Jingwen instructions, Lao Ma looked at Tang Cheng from the stage.

Tang Cheng looked at the horse and showed a comfortable smile, especially when Lao Ma suddenly changed his expression after hearing Liu Jingwen's words. He also looked at him with special eyes and bowed his hand. At this moment, Tang Cheng was really smiling very brightly!

After holding it in for several days, Yu Huo finally made a little bit. Don’t worry, the literary meeting is still long. The good show is still coming!

When Guan Guan finally finished singing the third repertoire, Liu Jingwen finally breathed a sigh of relief and explained a few sentences to Guan Guan who turned around and sat down. Without waiting for the scholars in the audience to comment on the poem and song, he loudly announced that the writing meeting began.

It's a pity that Liu Jingwen now only hopes to hide the embarrassment of horse barely driving as soon as possible. As for Wenhui's conventions, he doesn't care about it. If he hadn't been afraid that the ground would be too obvious now, he would have even more disguised the face of horse barely driving. He really wanted to kick Guanguan off the chrysanthemum platform.

Let’s redeem your merits!

The so-called writing writing of the literary meeting means that all the literati who attended the meeting wrote simultaneous poems. No matter how many people came today, everyone wrote a poem together. After everyone finished the poem, all the poems were collected in Guanguan. She selected one of them and sang them in public. The person who was selected was today's poetic leader. The poet's leader can not only make a name for himself, but also enjoy a beautiful woman after the poetry meeting ended. This method is also the favorite method of painting walls of the chess pavilion when the Tang people fought poetry.

Being in the chrysanthemums under the chrysanthemum platform, the topic of writing poetry is naturally chrysanthemums. The scribes attending the meeting either sit or stand to gather poetry thoughts, and more than a dozen boys who serve the ground hold their pens and ink in their hands, and after someone has finished it, they will record it.

"It's better not to write this poem. No matter how much you think you can write it, the singer must be written by a horseman." Seeing that his beloved disciple was eager to try, Master Yan, who had participated in many literary meetings, advised him and asked, "Tang Cheng, do you know that singer?"

"The student attended a banquet when he went to Yangzhou the last time and saw her during the meal." Tang Cheng answered, and found a poem that suited the situation in his heart, and immediately waved to the boy to come and record it.

There were not many people who gave up voluntarily like Master Yan. After a while, everyone finished writing poems, the boy sent all the poems to Guan Guan. At this time, all the eyes on the chrysanthemum platform were focused on her.
Chapter completed!