Chapter 256: Linshui’s family’s red sleeves are drawn, but the King of Chu prefers thin waist

The name Caiyun Wu Jie has been missing for a long time. When I was in Sichuan, at the Tang family’s poetry meeting, Wu Jie’s lyrics were sang throughout Chengdu Prefecture through her mouth, and she also won the name of the No. 1 talented man in Chengdu.

Later, since the Jinjiang night party, Caiyun came to Beijing.

Wu Jie was born to be not very interested in this kind of windy and snowy night. In addition, he was busy with school and never visited a fireworks place after coming to Beijing. Besides, he was also a common friend of Caiyun, so he naturally couldn't get interested in visiting this old friend.

Now listening to the conversation between these two juren, this girl Caiyun seems to have been a courtesan in Beijing, but now her name seems to have been snatched away by another person named Xiangyue.

When Wu Jieben heard this, he wanted to laugh it off, but his heart moved. He couldn't help but stand up, bowed to the loud juren and the scholar named Weng, and said loudly: "I will read books and review them in the teahouse these next few days. I saw the two wise men who are very elegant. I must be the ones who came to take the exam. I yearn for him and I want to talk to my two brothers. Can I sit for a short time?"

He saw Wu Jie greeting him with a loud voice, and he was stunned: "Who are you?"

Wu Jie smiled: "Duckweed wandering has no roots, so don't ask if you wander around the world." This sentence is a line from the movie "New Longmen Inn".

He heard Wu Jie's conversation with him with a loud voice, and he looked at him with a tall and long arms, handsome and elegant appearance. He also had a sense of calmness and elegance that ordinary people did not have. His eyes lit up and he nodded at the same time: "I'll disturb you like this."

Then he sat on Wu Jie's seat. Wu Jie hurriedly asked Dr. Cha to put the fruit up and talk to the two of them.

He loudly said: "I would like to ask for the name of Zun's surname, but Is he a candidate for this spring exam?"

When scholars met for the first time in ancient times, in addition to sharing their names, they also had to report their fame and the days of gaining fame, and use this to classify their seniority. When they entered the officialdom and the officials met, they would report their Jinshi as a Jinshi one by one and the ranking they received.

Wu Jie was not interested in this situation. It was like a guest from the unit. Everyone sat down and said first that I was a graduate of Tsinghua University, a graduate student from Peking University, and a master's degree from Nankai University, which was a bit ridiculous.

But if you follow the customs, since you live in the Ming Dynasty, you have to interact with others in the way of the ancients.

He had no choice but to answer helplessly: "In the Xia Wujie, whose courtesy name is Shizhen, is from Shuntian Prefecture. He just got the first name of Jieyuan in this issue of the provincial examination. I am ashamed."

As soon as he said this, he was still a little proud. There are thousands of scholars in Shuntian Mansion this year, and it is a very honorable thing to be able to win the first place. In the city, he is also a cultural celebrity of not too big or too small.

But after hearing Wu Jie's self-introduction, the loud voice juren relaxed a little and smiled and said, "I'm Diao De, whose name is Peiyu, is very knowledgeable, but he took the top name in the Hunan Provincial Examination in the 36th year of Jiajing. I ranked fourth at home, and Brother Shizhen just called me Diao Si."

Wu Jie was surprised. He didn't expect that this guy was also a Jie Yuan, and he was one year older than him. His name was really bad. Diao Si and he was also a dangling silk!

Weng Juren was even more amazing and touched the short beard on his chin with satisfaction: "Wen Weng, whose name is Zongwen, is from Guilin, but he was not talented but was named Jie Yuan, the first name in Guangxi's provincial examination in the 30th year of Jiajing."

"Ah, you are also Jie Yuan." Wu Zao was stunned. There were too many talents in the capital. Just ask a juren and he would be Jie Yuan. He thought that it would be very impressive to win Jie Yuan. Maybe he could enter the examination room. Who is not a handsome man for a while?

He thought that after he learned about Yuan, he should be famous all over the world. Now it seems that this is not the case. If you really want to become famous in the world, if you don’t win the Yuan Dynasty or the top scorer, you may not be forgotten in two years.

Seeing Wu Jie's face full of surprise, Weng Juren and Diao Juren both laughed: "It seems that Shizhen is also here to participate in this exam. You and I are both Jie Yuan, so I may not be the same year in the future. We should get closer."

Wu Jie smiled: "That's natural."

The three of them sat down together and had a cup of tea and started chatting.

Everyone is talented, and it’s too speculative to say it.

After a while, Wu Jie actually talked about the topic on the courtesan and said with a smile: "I heard that Brother Weng has been staying in the capital for several years. He must be very familiar with the place of Fengyue in the capital. Just now, the two of them said they were going to the newly-chung courtesan Xiangyue, but they didn't know what kind of person the girl Xiangyue was and what was the beauty?"

"It's just about to pass." It seems that Weng Juren is a veteran of the flower cluster. Wu Jie's question touched his itch and smiled, "I'm sorry to say that I'm so lonely for my brother to be tested in the capital over the past few years. Fortunately, I have assets at home and stay in the fireworks shop, which can relieve my loneliness in my heart. Speaking of Xiang Yue, I'm only fifteen or sixteen years old this year. Although Hua Rong Yuemiao is not a good singer, he has a very good singing voice. Any song he sang will add a gentle charm. He is also proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is a first-class person in the fireworks shop in the capital. This woman has a high opinion of herself. Even if she moves the sea of ​​gold and silver, she may not be able to meet her."

Diao De interrupted, "Actually, it's really not important to talk about a woman's appearance. As long as she is superb, knowledgeable, and talented, she will naturally be popular. Just say that Xiangyue is irrelevant, and it may not be as beautiful as she is. But most people want to see her, from tea circling to listening to a song on the field, they will cost at least one hundred taels of silver. Among ordinary kiln sisters, there are also some who are better than her, but they are only worth a penny of silver. The reason is very simple. Xiangyue has a good voice, has read books, can write lyrics and poems, and draw flowers and birds. This is not something that ordinary women can compare with."

The two of them became more and more excited as they spoke, and they both looked a little yearning for it.

Wu Jie disagreed, but agreed and asked: "What happened to Xiangyue just took the courtesan from Caiyun? As far as I know, Caiyun is also a talented woman, she can also write poems and write, and she can play the pipa well!"

As soon as Wu Jie said this, the two were very surprised: "Shizhen also knows Caiyun?"

Wu Jie: "I have met several times before and heard her songs. How can I say it? Even if I use the sound of nature to describe it, it is not an exaggeration. When I was in Chengdu, I praised her. Later, I heard that she came to Beijing. Wu Jie happened to come to Beijing to take the exam again and wanted to see her again."

"It turns out that Shizhen is also a passionate seed, and she actually chased him from Chengdu to Beijing." The two felt like a close friend.

Weng Juren said again: "I have heard of Miss Caiyun's pipa below. When I heard it in the first half of the year, I was shocked. But as long as I didn't listen for a day, I felt that something was missing and I couldn't help but feel obsessed. Because I rely on my good pipa, Miss Caiyun took the lead in the entire fireworks market as soon as she arrived in Beijing.

Until Xiangyue debuted.

Caiyun's songs are nice and nice, but their voices are less graceful than Xiangyue. That's fine, the key is that Caiyun's songs are only two or three songs, and there is no new product. After listening to them for a long time, it is inevitable that people will get tired. Unlike Xiangyue, who has a new song in ten days, they are all very well written and can always give people surprises.

Because Xiangyue’s new songs are endless, there will be no songs that will be sung all over the city. Caiyun sang around, and only three or five old lyrics. After a few months, everyone ran towards Xiangyue, and gradually, Caiyun’s title of courtesan was taken away by others.”

Speaking of this, Weng Juren tapped a beat on the table with his fingers and sang: "The green mountains are falling down the towers and the waves are falling, and people from afar pass by. The willows by the Yangtze River are worse than the fallen leaves. Good poems and good songs. This is the new poem that was just released a few days ago in Xiangyue. It has been circling the beam for three days and cannot be cut off! This song has been sung among the scholars in the capital in recent days. It has been sang crazy."

When Wu Jie heard this, he found that this poem was not very good, and that was just ordinary. He was too lazy to copy such a poem, so he just copied an anonymous work from "Complete Tang Poems", which was even better than this poem.

However, in the Ming Dynasty, this poem was also quite good.

He curled his lips and was about to say something, but next to him, Diao De also exclaimed loudly: "Brother Weng, this poem is really good, but Xiang Yue wrote it, he is such a talented woman. No matter what, I will see her later.

"How could it be written by Xiang Yue?" Weng Juren burst out laughing: "Don't talk about a brothel woman, even if you and me are juren, it is not easy to write two or three poems a month, and each one is exquisite. The song just now was written by Xiaoge Lao, how about it, it's good!"

"It turned out to be Yan Shifan's work. I said it, it's really amazing!" Diao De opened his mouth wide and sighed: "It is worthy of being the other half of the three talents since the founding of the Ming Dynasty. In fact, putting aside moral articles, just a piece of poetry, although the old man in Xiaoge is not good at character, he is half better than the other three. In this poem just now, the sentence "The willows by the Yangtze River in the west wind, the willows on the Yangtze River are not as good as those of the thoughts of separation" finely crushed the sorrow of late spring and the thoughts of separation, and put them together, and with the waves of the river, the clear flow down, making people feel melancholy! What a poem, a good poem!"

The so-called three talented men of the Ming Dynasty were Xie Jin, Yang Shen and Xu Wenchang. As for Yan Shifan, he was weaker in his knowledge and was called half a talented man.

Weng Juren intended to show off his experience in the romance and smiled mysteriously: "In fact, all the poems of Xiangyue can be written by Xiaoge Lao. If you think that with Xiaoge Lao's poems, even if Xiangyue is a vulgar fan, she will be popular in half of the Beijing city."

"Ah, a great cabinet minister, who became the royal poet of the brothel woman. This Xiangyue is really lucky."

Weng Juren: "There is no choice. Xiaoge Lao likes Xiangyue's cleverness and love. He is also a very talented person. Because of his identity, the poems he wrote are not convenient for people to read, so he spread them all over the world through the mouth of Xiangyue. In short, today is probably the day when Xiaoge Lao's new work is released. I don't know what the "Hongxiuguan" will be lively tonight. I guess at least hundreds of Juren who come to Beijing to take the exam will go there to listen to Xiangyue's new lyrics. Haha, it can be called a grand event in the literary world!"

"Brother Weng, what are you waiting for? Let's go there soon. If it's too late, I'm afraid I can't even find the seat." Diao De felt itchy when he heard it, and then urged him.

After his reminder, Weng Juren remembered this, "Oh!" and stood up: "But I forgot, let's just go there now. Although we may not be able to see Miss Xiangyue, we can also invite another girl who can poetry and sing and set up a table of wine and food."

He glanced at Wu Jie and said, "Shizhen, you and I will fall into this situation at first sight, why would you do something?"

Wu Jie did not refuse or agree, and asked back, "I would like to ask Brother Weng, if a poem passed the mouth of the courtesan and was sung by everyone, would it be considered famous in the world?"

Weng Juren nodded affirmatively: "Of course, do you know what a courtesan is? That is where the most glamorous place in the capital is. Ordinary people and scholars may not know who the cabinet is in charge of their own affairs, but they know the poems sung by the court. Besides, what kind of person is the one who pursues Xiangyue, except for the dignitaries of the court, there are tens of thousands of Juren who come to take the exam. To put it bluntly, if Brother Shizhen, you have a poem about Xiangyue's mouth, your name will be known immediately. If you are known by tens of thousands of Juren, you will be known by the world. Why, Shizhen has a proud work to be dedicated to Miss Xiangyue... This matter is a bit difficult... You have to see her first, but it is very difficult for ordinary people to see her... Also, Xiangyue only sings the poems of Xiaoge Lao, and she doesn't like other people's words!"

Wu Jie smiled and said, "I don't have a new work. Besides, I'm not a little master, so I may not be able to like it."

Tens of thousands of Juren were the backbone of the entire Ming Dynasty society and the foundation of the public opinion of Shilin.

It seems that this is a great opportunity to truly be famous!

As long as... defeat Yan Shifan.

Anyway, since that Qingci competition, I have turned against the Yan family.

Diao De: "Shizhen, let's go there quickly!"

Wu Jie smiled: "I want to go to Caiyun's place to have a look. After all, I haven't met for some days. As for Xiangyue, as the saying goes, clothes are not as good as new, and people are not as good as old."

"Shizhen is really passionate, admire, admire!" Both of them sighed a little, saying, "Since Shizhen is going to see an old friend, we will not stop her. Miss Caiyun has been living a hard life recently. With your heart, Miss Caiyun will definitely be very moved."

Weng and Diao were in a hurry to go to "Hongxiuguan" to grab the position, and did not talk nonsense, and they stood up and said goodbye.

"Wait, I would like to ask, where is Miss Caiyun now in the hall?" Wu Jie hurriedly stopped the two of them.

Weng Juren replied: "Miss Caiyun has always lived in Chuyao, west of the city!"

Hearing this name, Wu Jie frowned.

He had always been disgusted with Chu Pavilion and the entertainment industry, thinking that the name of the brothel in the Ming Dynasty was really not very good, such as Linshui's red sleeves, but the King of Chu preferred a thin waist and messy ones.

After reading the words of the saints and living in the Ming Dynasty for more than half a year, Wu Jie suddenly became a bit morally clean and had a tendency to gradually integrate into this era.

To be honest, he still couldn't accept it in his heart when he went shopping in the brothel this time.

The name Chu Yaoju is indeed a bit tacky, but the environment is very beautiful, especially in the yard where the former big flower court Caiyun lived, the wintersweet flowers surrounded by three people were blooming so much that they could not bloom again.

It was dusk, and the snowflakes were floating gently, and the rich fragrance was refreshing in the breeze.

It has a very cool fragrance flying onto the poem.

It was too early and there were no guests visiting. As usual, Caiyun taught students the piano skills.

But she couldn't get up at all and just leaned lazily on the Jindun, plucking the strings silently with her fingers, but it didn't make a tune.

The room seemed a little messy, and the powder was placed casually on the dressing table. There was a piece of paper with a few words written on the long table, and the brush was placed on the inkstone, and the ink in the ink pond had dried up.

On the soft collapse, I read a book called "The Story of Stone" halfway and flew overwhelmed.

I drank some rice wine at noon, my head was a little dizzy, my eyes were a little sleepy, and I couldn't get excited even if I could.

When Caiyun first arrived in Beijing, she easily won the title of "Caiyun" with her pipa, and this place has become the most longing for by talented people in the capital. But since the little girl named Xiangyue came out last month and snatched the title of "Caiyun" every ten days, she snatched the title of "Caiyun" every ten days, and it has become deserted, which has also made Caiyun lose her spirit.

The quality of the guests who came here was different day by day. At the beginning, they were all Jinshi and Juren, but now even the cats and dogs have come over to disturb them.

It's really annoying.

The little girl who was studying the piano is twelve years old this year, named Yiyi, and has been in the museum for ten years. She is now a student of Caiyun, but in fact she still assumes the responsibility of her personal maid. This little girl is now pretty and charming, and she can sit alone in the museum in two years.

I just have a bad temper and I am afraid I will suffer a loss in the future.

Seeing Caiyun seemingly weak, Yiyi put down the pipa obediently: "Miss, it's already a little late, why don't you be here today. After that, the young men are afraid they will come over. I'll dress up for the girl."

"No need, there will be no great people coming. I don't bother to pay attention to ordinary people."

"Not it. Mr. Zhang will come to see the girl every six or seven days. Calculate the day, just today."

"He... I'm afraid he's going to Xiangyue." Caiyun smiled faintly: "Today is the day when Xiangyue has a new song, and all the celebrities in the capital will come over and take a look."

"These are unscrupulous." Yiyi stood up angrily: "Girl, I'll go out and have a look."

"It's up to you." Caiyun didn't want to speak, and waved his hand to signal Yiyi to go out.

After talking for a long time, Caiyun felt even more depressed, so she picked up the book "The Story of the Stone" that she had not finished reading, but her heart was in a mess, so how could she read it?

At this moment, I heard Yiyi sneer outside and say, "My girl is in poor health today and doesn't want to see you. Why? Didn't you go to Hongxiuguan? It's very lively there!"

Caiyun was stunned and thought to himself: Could it be that Mr. Zhang came? He had the intention so early, and he still had mine in his heart!

Thinking of this, Caiyun's gloomy mood finally improved: "It's because this Yiyi is too impatient. It would be unfair to scold Mr. Zhang like this."

I want Yiyi to invite Mr. Zhang in.

At this time, the man outside spoke, but it was not Mr. Zhang: "It's strange, why am I going to Hongxiuguan to do? I'm here to find Miss Caiyun."

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