Chapter 49 Full Moon

In the calm afternoon, Bai Suzhen suddenly said: "Hanwen, how was today's meal?"

Xu Xiandao: "It's not bad! The fried tofu is delicious."

Bai Suzhen's lips immediately raised a smile, and she served Xu Xian some food and said, "Then you should eat more."

Xu Xian added, "It seems like too much water was added to the rice, making it a bit sticky."

Bai Suzhen said: "Oh, really? I'll put less effort next time." Her fingertips were tangled with black silk. Although she still looked calm, Xu Xian could feel that she was unhappy, which made him a little bit

I couldn't bear it, but it was also a little funny. I lowered my head and couldn't help but laugh out loud, saying: "I'm just kidding, hurry up and eat!"

Bai Suzhen also showed a slightly angry expression and stretched out her slender jade fingers to twist his ears.

Time goes by, and time flies by.

Before we knew it, it was midsummer. Although the plum rain in the south of the Yangtze River still had a lingering aftertaste, the number of sunny days was gradually increasing.

The sun is shining brightly today, and the cicadas are chirping non-stop.

In front of the residence of Chen Lun, the prefect of Suzhou, there was a bustling crowd, and there was an endless stream of people, with joy on their faces, to celebrate the "full term joy" of the prefect.

Red envelope gifts are naturally indispensable, and the concierge will give congratulations. More or less, no matter what. Xu Xian only took a middle number, no more, no less, hidden among everyone. But no matter who can come here,

"Zhang Yuanwai" or "Shopkeeper Liu" must be a lot older. His young face is quite eye-catching when he stands among a group of old men.

Moreover, his title as the new leader of the Three Emperors Patriarch Association was still very shocking in the city of Suzhou. Some people could not help but secretly give advice and comments, but Xu Xian just turned a deaf ear.

Following the flow of people, they bypassed the screen wall. In front of the inner hall, I saw Magistrate Chen Yu condescending to greet all the distinguished guests in person. His usually majestic expression was not even half visible, his face was smiling like a flower, and his face was rosy as if he was young.

He was in his teens. As soon as he handed over his hand, these gentlemen, who usually had their nostrils turned upward, returned the favor and felt doubly honored.

When Xu Xian came forward, Magistrate Chen hesitated for a moment, but still took Xu Xian's hand and whispered a few words of thanks. That day, Mrs. Chen did as Xu Xian said, and the birth was not smooth. The most brilliant Wen Po in Suzhou Prefecture also

There was no other way. Thanks to Xu Xian's bottle of pregnancy-preserving pills, the mother and child were safe. This kind of kindness must be thanked.

Everyone looked at Xu Xian in a different way. Xu Xian said goodbye to Magistrate Chen, and a stage was being set up to sing in the garden next to him. I heard he was a famous actor from the "Mustard Seed Garden". The woman on the stage was wearing heavy makeup, and Wu Yunong was humming a sentimental tune.

, the water-sleeved Tsing Yi dances with a breathtaking posture.

There were many tables and chairs under the stage, and there were fruits, peaches, and plums on the table. Many people came to watch. After a while, they started to shake their heads to the tune. Xu Xian also stopped for a while, as if it was a story about a talented man and a beautiful lady. A scholar in trouble meets everyone.

The old lady's drama, although the singer's tone was good, did not arouse his interest.

It can be said that all kinds of entertainment programs that can be seen in previous lives have been exhausted to the extreme. So much so that I feel pity for these ancients. They have neither TV to watch nor computers to play. Just listening to a few ditties is so beautiful. The singer above

, I still don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl? But after thinking about it, it seems that I won’t be able to tell the difference even in later generations.

Not to mention Chun, Zeng, and Zeng, the role of "Xu Xian" was played by a woman, wasn't it?

This was actually a misunderstanding by Xu Xian. During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, Neo-Confucianism flourished, and in order to safeguard etiquette, men often dressed up as women in operas. Now that we are in the peaceful and prosperous times, and the atmosphere is open, there is no such rule.

Suddenly I heard someone next to me say: "Master, do you feel bad?"

Xu Xian turned around and saw a middle-aged man coming to talk to him. He had a beard and his clothes were ordinary but elegant. He was frowning and staring at him. Xu Xian bowed and said, "Not bad."

This comment was neither good nor bad, and it was a bit perfunctory, which made this elegant man a little dissatisfied and asked: "Is it just okay?"

Xu Xian was stunned, could this person be a so-called "fan"? According to Xu Xian's knowledge, some old theater fans in ancient times were no less enthusiastic about famous actors than fans in later generations. In order to take care of this "uncle"'s emotions, Xu Xian

He changed his tune and said, "Well, it's very good."

Before the uncle could say anything, the guest next to him who was listening to the music at ease turned around and said, "Brother Hanwen, this is your fault. Doesn't this figure and voice deserve the word 'excellent'?"

Xu Xian saw that he was an acquaintance, "Jin Shengjie". Considering that his jewelry store is also in Suzhou, he would naturally come to the prefect's banquet. "I was about to ask you, is there any news about your big ship?"

Jin Shengjie said: "How can it be so fast? It's been a long time since we last met. Let's sit down and chat."

Xu Xian naturally had everything he needed, but the elegant man chased after him and said, "Do you really feel bad about this? I don't know what's wrong?" He had already seen Xu Xian's intentions, and his brows furrowed.

Xu Xian has to say one, two, three.

He raised his voice this time, causing the people around him to look this way. Xu Xian simply said calmly: "The singing is good, but the story is a bit poor, and the words don't seem to be thought out enough."

It would have been better not to say these few comments, but as soon as they were said, it immediately aroused a commotion in the surrounding area. The elegant man's eyebrows almost stood up, and he said angrily: "The erection is meaningless, and the words are arrogant."

Without waiting for Xu Xian to shrug his shoulders, Jin Shengjie smiled and said: "Master Liao, others can't say anything about you, but if this person says you, you have to endure it." Then he said to Xu Xian: "Hanwen, this gentleman is Mustard Seed.

The owner of the garden, the world-famous owner Liao Qiu and Liao, the stories you told about 'somewhat missing' were all written by him alone."

Only then did Xu Xian understand why this person cared so much about his own evaluation. As for "famous in the world", he hesitated. Xu Xian didn't like to watch operas and listen to music, but he had never heard of it. But he didn't know that the owner of the Liao Garden was really famous.

He is famous all over the world, but he is not famous for his poetry, but for writing many dramas and novels, and his literary reputation is spread all over the country.

Moreover, he was proficient in poetry, music, food, gardening, planting, clothing, self-care and even the art of living in the house. He often walked among the wealthy and was treated as a distinguished guest. Although he was not born in the imperial examination, he was quite arrogant.

, the attitude of a prince.

He is an extremely conceited person, and now he is suddenly told by a young boy that the music he has written is not good, so how can he not be angry. However, the word "Hanwen" is somewhat familiar to him, so he frowned and asked: "Second Young Master Jin, what do you mean?

Who is he?"

Xu Xian cupped his hands and said: "I, Xu Xian, Xu Hanwen, what I said just now is incoherent and very offensive. Please forgive me, Master Liao." After all, if you say something written by someone is not good in front of someone, whoever listens to it will be angry.

Liao Qiu recited the word "Xu Xian" again and said in surprise: "Are you Xu Xian?" They were both people in the text. Of course he had heard of the word "Xu Xian", and even the famous and elegant song.

His words and phrases made him admire him endlessly, and he often wanted to meet her in person.

However, the literati looked down upon each other, and now they met and were criticized again. Of course, they couldn't keep their face to get close to each other, but said with a straight face: "It is true that Xu Gongzi's words and sentences are very good, but drama is very different from poetry, so we should not discuss it randomly.

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Poetry at that time was still the mainstream of the literary world. Although dramas and novels were popular among the public and had a wider audience, they were always unable to reach the level of elegance, and there were very few literati who devoted themselves to them. This made Liao Qiu even more conceited, thinking that he was the master of this profession.

The number one scholar, in fact, is indeed the case.

Xu Xian was not annoyed by being called a random comment, and apologized again. However, he talked to Jin Shengjie about medical books. After his medical books were compiled, he always needed a bookstore to publish them. The Jin family was a wealthy businessman in the south of the Yangtze River, so there should be one.

I am about to ask him to help with this aspect of business.

Jin Shengjie smiled and said: "You have come to the wrong person. Mr. Liao's Buyi Bookstore is the best bookstore in the world, and there are bookstores all over the world. No matter what you compile, it is most appropriate to ask Mr. Liao to publish it.

That's all." Even though the Jin family is big, it's impossible to do all kinds of businesses. This bookstore alone is a special one.

Xu Xian couldn't help but look at Liao Qiu next to him and said: "Master Liao, I have recently compiled a set of medical books."

Liao Qiu asked doubtfully: "Medical book?" He thought Xu Xian was going to publish a collection of poems and essays, but he didn't expect it to be a medical book.

Xu Xian explained it, and Liao Qiu believed it, but said: "Of course there is no problem. I just have a request. I want to hear the young master's views on opera. It would be better if I can do it." Obviously.

I still feel aggrieved by what the other party said to Xu Xian.

At this time, the banquet was about to begin, and the songs on the stage had temporarily come to an end. They would only start singing again after the banquet. Everyone turned their attention to it. Xu Xian sighed, dipped his tea and wrote a few words on the table. Liao Qiu stepped forward.

When I saw it, I couldn't help but blush. It read: "I have been farming in the south, lying on the east side of the mountain. I have experienced a lot of worldly affairs and people, and I have thought about the past in my leisure time. He is the virtuous one, and I am the stupid one. Why should we fight?"

This song was written by Guan Hanqing, and is named after Nanlu and Four Pieces of Jade. It implies an admonishment, which calmed down the virtuous and foolish heart of the Liao Garden Master.

Liao Qiu realized this meaning and thought of Xu Xian's performance just now. Although he was young, he was humble and tolerant and had the air of a gentleman. However, he was aggressive and couldn't stand any criticism, which made him seem petty. Moreover, looking at this

Qian Xiaoling's words were concise and plain, but he was also very wise. He was in the style of everyone, but he didn't realize that Xu Xian was also a person in this way.

But I don’t know that Guan Hanqing is the leader of the four great masters of Yuan opera, just like Li Bai is to Tang poetry. However, the "qu" genre has not really developed in this world, so how can he compare with the great masters of later generations.

After Xu Xian finished writing, he wiped it away, smiled slightly at Liao Qiu and said, "Master Liao, does this count?"

Liao Qiu knew that he meant to take things into consideration, so he swallowed his arrogance and nodded: "Of course it counts. Let's take a seat! We will also ask for advice on composing music later."

Xu Xian smiled and said, "We also want to talk about medical books."

Liao Qiu also smiled and said: "That's nature, that's nature."
Chapter completed!