"A year has passed by the sound of firecrackers, and the spring breeze brings warmth to the slaughter of Su."

"There are thousands of households who have been living in the sun, and they always replace the old charms with new peaches."

Since Wang Anshi of the Northern Song Dynasty wrote this poem, posting Spring Festival couplets has gradually become an indispensable part of the people during the New Year.

The custom of Spring Festival couplets originated in the Song Dynasty and was popular in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Even if the family is poor, they have to prepare paper and pack snacks, and go to ask the old master in a private school to write a Spring Festival couplet.

But the time for posting Spring Festival couplets is not necessarily the case. There are customs and habits in various places. For example, it is posted on the 28th or 29th of the twelfth lunar month in the north, and in some places in the south, it is posted on the New Year's Eve or the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Of course, at least in Qian Mansion, there were basically southerners from top to bottom. Until the morning of New Year's Eve, a group of people laughed and wrote dozens of Spring Festival couplets everywhere.

This is a relatively rare situation, and it should be said to be very rare. Generally speaking, New Year's Eve is an important festival for every family to reunite, and it is almost impossible to get involved.

But this year is an exception. First, because of the fear that Japanese pirates will cut off the canal, many wealthy Southeast scholars from the family will come to Beijing in advance. Second, because of the connections two days ago and the Jinyiwei blocked Xu Wei, more than a dozen Shaoxing scholars were kept by Qian Yuan, and even the followers and the book boys followed him.

Qian Zheng stood at the entrance of the yard, looking up at the two large characters carved on the circular arch.

"Suiyuan".

Alas, with such a nephew, I really don’t know whether to cry or laugh… Yesterday, Qian Zheng and his wife couldn’t help scolding Qian Yuan, one of which was “too casual”. Then Qian Yuan blurted out with a flash of inspiration, “Then call it Suiyuan.”

Yuan Mei is so excited that she cries...

However, Suiyuan is quite suitable, at least it is suitable for Qian Yuan’s two maids Keqing and Xiangling. Because Suiyuan in history was built by Cao Yin, a weaving man in Jiangning, and later belonged to Yuan Mei, it was the prototype of the Grand View Garden in Dream of Red Mansions.

Well, Suiyuan has gained a reputation in history mainly because of "Suiyuan Cookbook". Maybe the "Suiyuan Cookbook" in this life will be published in advance and will be even better.

After walking a few steps inside, I saw seven or eight long tables on the open space from afar. Everyone was rolling up their sleeves and whispering ink. From time to time, cheers came... Uh, there were also some sarcastic words mixed with, Xu Wei was so virtuous.

"This is well written." Qian Yuan praised: "It has to be hung at the gate... What do you think? What you wrote is too dry and too thin, and it is not festive!"

Xu Wei was so angry that he had nothing to say. Is there a standard of "festiveness" to evaluate calligraphy?

"Brother Gang," Zhang Juzheng put down his pen and bowed his hands and smiled, "I'm laughing."

Qian Yuan's calligraphy can only be said to be in a normal and has no aura, but Qian Zheng is well-known for his ancestor Hetan Gong, poetry and calligraphy.

"Uncle," Qian Zheng nodded and looked at the Spring Festival couplets on the table, "I haven't played cards anymore today."

Before Zhang Juzheng and Qian Yuan could answer, someone in the room shouted, "Zhancai, remember to prepare a midnight snack tonight, and have sex with the lights all night long..."

Everyone turned their heads and looked at it. The man was walking out of the door. He stepped on the air and rolled and crawled down.

Qian Yuan could only look up at the sky. This guy is Xian Yu, a native of Kuaiji, Shaoxing. His courtesy name is Bomao. He is only sixteen years old this year. He may be the youngest candidate in this subject. He has a very talented person, but he is a playful person.

Zhang Juzheng kept his expression and his heart was still beating. "There are two months left to be the exam. Everyone knows the importance of it. After the New Year, I will concentrate on preparing for the exam. I just said, "

Qian Zheng's face was stiff and speechless... In the past few days, Suiyuan, he has seen Zhang Juzheng playing tricks once or twice, and he still screamed, without any calmness and moderation in the Hanlin Academy.

"Yuan'er, come here." Qian Zheng explained, turned his head and left, walked a few steps, and turned around and smiled reluctantly, "You guys continue, there is no need to be restrained."

Looking at the backs of the uncle and nephew leaving, Chen Younian murmured: "If Zhan Cai failed this subject, wouldn't it be blamed on us?"

"No, Qian Gangsheng is not that waiting for someone." Zhang Juzheng knew very well about Qian Zheng, after all, Mahjong was made by Qian Yuan.

"Anyway, I'll have fun in the past few days." This is Xian Yuan, who loves to play the most.

Xu Wei sneered: "Just as he was writing at that time, if he won the article, he would be lucky, but if he didn't..."

"Bao, bah!" Sun Ying covered Xu Wei's mouth, "You can't say such words casually!"

"This..." Xu Wei struggled desperately and stammered: "Isn't this... Suiyuan?"

Chen Younian looked at Xu Wei speechlessly, "Wen Chang, you are also a crow, you can't see your black body. Do you want to give you two sticks before entering the venue?"

The laughter immediately resounded throughout Suiyuan.

There could be laughter from afar, Qian Zheng looked back and asked in a low voice: "Are all right?"

Qian Yuan was stunned for a moment and smiled: "Don't worry, uncle, it's not the first time, so it's naturally a good start."

"Not the first time?"

"Of course not." Qian Yuan blinked, "I was my nephew the previous year, and it was also in the Hangzhou Food Park last year..."

"I have also made it in Huizhou, and my uncle has also tasted it."

"But it's really hard to find things in Beijing. They are all pork, mutton, tofu and cabbage, and at most, only black fungus and not many dried fruits. I'm afraid it's not to my uncle's appetite..."

Seeing Qian Zheng's face turned a little dark, Qian Yuan patted his chest and said, "But my nephew had someone transported some winter bamboo shoots from the south. He put moist soil in the wooden box and buried the winter bamboo shoots. The Clippers sent them to Beijing. Although most of them were broken, they could at least taste them fresh."

Qian Zheng could no longer maintain his calm expression, pulled his nephew hard for a few steps, and asked gritting his teeth, "What I asked was a link!"

Qian Yuanqing, who had hot pot at noon, couldn't help but get a full separation. He asked if he wasn't the New Year's Eve dinner?

Qian Zheng went straight to the study with a cold face, and Qian Yuan followed him with an awkward face.

"Uncle, don't worry, that guy Xu Wei was seen so hard, no one else has the intention."

"Uncle Zhang? He fled to Suiyuan and refused to go out."

"The Sun family? My nephew told Sun Ying's elder brother that this should be fine."

Qian Yuan said while looking at the congratulatory statement he had just written on the table. At first, he spoke very smoothly, but gradually, his voice became lower.

In the end, Qian Yuan couldn't help but make a series of "Cough cough cough cough cough cough..."

"Uncle, are you trying to persuade Your Majesty to abandon the West Garden and return to the palace?" Qian Yuan was speechless.

"I just advise Your Majesty to work hard to govern. Since Xia Guixi, Your Majesty has not been to court for seven or eight years." Qian Zheng hesitated and asked: "Isn't it appropriate?"

This is not called inappropriate!

This is called death!

Qian Yuan sighed, "When you go to court, you are just a show. There are only a few hundred officials who speak. They shout at the front, but they can't hear them behind them. They can only say five things at most. And they have discussed with His Majesty and the Cabinet and the Six Ministry in advance... Is it interesting?"

"Of course, a wise monarch must go to court, if Emperor Xiaozong is a wise monarch." Qian Yuan swallowed, "But if you want to go to court, you must go back to the palace, right?"

Qian Zheng thought about it before nodding.

"Did your uncle forget the story of Jiajing for the twenty-one year?"

In a faint sigh, Qian Zheng burst into sweat all over his body, and he suddenly stood up, his face pale.

In the 21st year of Jiajing, a group of palace maids were so bold that they wanted to assassinate Emperor Jiajing, and they almost succeeded. If they hadn't been so stupid that they tied a dead knot, Emperor Jiajing would have died.

Well, if I really die like this, I am afraid I can be compared with Duke Jing of Jin on the forum of later generations.

From that year on, Emperor Jiajing moved out of the palace and rarely went back. In the 26th year of Jiajing, Empress Fang died in a fire. Except for important festivals, Emperor Jiajing only lived in the West Garden.
Chapter completed!