Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

Chapter 14 Borrowing Books
"My lord, be careful, how can you say such outrageous words, if other lords hear it, be careful to report to the master!"

In Wenxinzhai, the elegant scholar spoke angrily, and the old man in Chinese clothes broke out in a cold sweat. He rushed to the scholar anxiously to stop him, wishing he could cover the scholar's pink mouth.

"That's what it is. Who in the world can match such a difficult pair. Originally, if I were given a few days, the gentlemen in the mansion might be able to help me with it, but my father wants it tomorrow!" Xiuya scholar Don't care, still keep complaining.

"Royal Family Library!"

Jiang Li's eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he thought of. He looked at the master and servant who were about to walk to the stairs, and suddenly said: "Please stop, my lord!"

"Are you calling me?"

The elegant scholar looked back, and saw in the sea of ​​scrolls, a handsome young man Yuli in a Confucian robe, holding a scroll, bowing to her from afar.

The young man raised his head, and on his delicate and gentle face, his smile was as bright as the morning sun, and his bright eyes shone like a sea of ​​stars inside.

The Xiuya scholar couldn't help being startled, and was stunned for a while.

"Jiang Li in the Marquis Wu's Mansion in Xiazhen, just heard what the young master said about couplets, and I want to match up with the young master for a while!" Jiang Li stepped forward slowly and bowed softly.

"Pair, what pair, ah, can you match?"

The Xiuya scholar was a little dazed, and then woke up. The old man in fine clothes wanted to prevent the scholar from communicating with Jiang Li, but he took a step back after hearing Jiang Li's self-report and seeing a tiger-shaped jade pendant on Jiang Li's waist. Say no more.

Emperor Jing would bestow corresponding emblems on those who won titles in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the angry-eyed cloud tiger was the emblem of Zhenwuhou Jiang Shirong.

"I'm not talented, but I'd like to give it a try!" Jiang Li said gently, his voice was like jade, although it wasn't loud, it had the air of a gentleman.

"My lord, this scholar is asking you about your match!" The old man in Chinese clothes couldn't help reminding him in a low voice when he saw that his lord's eyes were a little blurred.

"The Shanglian is Yun Chaochachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachachacachacachacachacachacachacachacachacachacachacachacacachacachacacachacacao"Scholar Xiuya realized that she had lost her composure, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly said the Shanghailian pretending to be calm.

"The upper couplet is a cloud, and it depicts the clouds and mists that appear and disappear. Then I am facing the tide, and the tide will disappear for a long time!"

Jiang Li pondered for a few breaths, and said, "Chao Chang Long Long Long Long Long Long Disappears!"

"You actually matched!"

Xiuya scholar stared at Jiang Li with big beautiful eyes, shocked, and stared at Jiang Li in disbelief.

Father came to Shuyuan today, and on a whim, he wrote the first couplet written by Yun Chao Chao Chao Chao Chao Chao Chao Chao Chao.

As a result, in the book garden, not to mention the royal brothers, none of the university gentlemen who are in charge of teaching various subjects can tell each other.

Even in how to pronounce Yun Chao Chao Chao Chao Chao Chao Chao Chao San, there is no unification.

But this "ordinary" handsome young man in front of him only hesitated for a few moments, and got everything right, and even clearly explained the meaning of the upper and lower lines!
"The cloud is against the tide, the dispersal is against the disappearance, seconds!" The old man in the Chinese costume also had brilliant eyes, looking at Jiang Li with some surprise.

"Little brother, how did you do it?"

Xiuya scholar was overjoyed, couldn't help but stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Li's sleeve, his eyes full of admiration.

"It is said in the book that the sea of ​​clouds is like a tide. I felt the scene of the sea of ​​clouds converging and disappearing from the first couplet. It was just a flash of light in my mind!" Jiang Li smiled.

When he was visiting Jiangxin Temple in his previous life, he had seen such a pair on the door lintel, and he was thinking about it just now, just remembering.

"Little brother is too modest, your talent is much better than those old scholars in the Imperial Academy!"

Xiuya scholar saw the historical scroll in Jiang Li's hand, and said curiously: "Jiang Shirong, Marquis of Zhenwu, is a master of learning and a master of Neo-Confucianism. Born in the Wuhou Mansion in the town, why would you buy books here? How can unofficial history be as detailed and reliable as the historical books compiled by the academicians of the Imperial Academy."

"This year, there was a catastrophe in the north, and the Mang tribe's iron cavalry invaded fiercely. Although I am a scholar, I also yearn to die for the country on the battlefield and return the body shrouded in horse leather. Therefore, I want to see the details of the battle at Jiji Temple 17 years ago. Unfortunately, there are no bookshelves in the mansion. There is no more detailed record!"

Jiang Li sighed for a long time, and he put the books in his hand back on the shelf, looking lonely and disappointed.

"Shengjing's Four Great Wenzhai is just a vain name. You have helped me a lot today. I can't repay you. Instead, I can go back and help you find relevant classics!" Xiuya scholar thought for a while.

"It's so good. If you can see the turbulent spirit of the Battle of Jigu Temple, it's better than gold ten thousand taels. It should be paired with a jug of fine wine!" Jiang Li quickly thanked.

"I am from a branch of Prince Yiyong's mansion, and my family ranks seventeenth. You can call me the seventeenth son!"

The Xiuya scholar pointed to the opposite side and said, "Brother Jiang Li, my father forbids me to go out to play every day, so I will meet you at the Yumen Restaurant opposite in seven days' time!"

"Okay, Jiang will wait for the young master in seven days, and leave!"

Jiang Li bid farewell to the two of them, turned around and walked down the library.

"My lord, the master forbids you to leave the palace at will, do you still want to sneak out?" the old man in fine clothes asked worriedly.

"Big 'husband' is hard to follow, not to mention brother Jiangli has helped me a lot. Going back to please my father, I can go to the Great Wall in the north with my third brother!"

Xiuya scholar watched Jiang Li, until the latter's back disappeared, then looked away reluctantly, and said to the old man beside him, "Lao Hai, Brother Jiang Li really came from Zhenwuhou Mansion? Why have I never heard of this name?" .”

"Perhaps they are collateral descendants of the Jiang family. Jiang Shirong's twenty-odd sons all have a mysterious character in their names. This person's single name is Jiang Li, so he should not be the heir of Marquis Zhenwu!"

The old man in fine clothes seemed to have seen the elegant scholar's mind, and suddenly smiled and said: "However, in my opinion, this son has a quick mind and a splendid writing, even if he comes from a humble background, he may not have a bright future.

"The government examination is just around the corner. If this young man is really talented, he will definitely shine. In the future, he is also very likely to be a Jinshi. If the sage likes it, he may not be able to call him Chenglongkuai's son-in-law!"

"Old Haitou, you are making fun of me!"

Mr. Xiuya blushed instantly, she stomped her feet, and ran down the study building like a gust of wind.

"My lord, wait for this old slave!"

The old man in Chinese clothes complained endlessly, holding his Chinese robe, staggering, trotting after him.

……

Opposite Wenxinzhai, there is a small restaurant named Yumen, which is taken from an important border town in the north of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

It is said that the owner of the restaurant is an old soldier who had guarded Yumenguan for 30 years. He returned to Shengjing ten years ago and sold all his wealth to buy this small shop.

On this bustling ten-mile long street in Shengjing City, where every inch of land is expensive and the bustling streets are bustling, the business of restaurants is quite cold.

When Jiang Li walked into the restaurant's shop, there were only twenty or so square tables in the lobby on the first floor, and only six tables of guests were sparsely seated, which was in stark contrast to the bustling scene of restaurants and shops on both sides.

"Young master, I'm here!"

In the corner, Chu Chu waved to him, and there was a plate of cooked peanuts and a small glass of wine on the table in front of him.

The little girl's face was reddish, her eyes were bright, and she was a little drunk.

(End of this chapter)