Dawn of the Empire

Chapter 11 The Younger Life Is Really Frightening (This chapter is free)

Although Chen Dong was born into a wealthy businessman's family, his father was a miser. Every detail of Chen Dong's living expenses in Taixue had to be kept in a detailed account, otherwise he would be furious. Ever since he was studying, Chen Dong had always looked down on his father. Although he likes to make friends, he would never ask his family for money in a lowly manner, so Chen Dong thought hard about several ways to make money. If he hadn't known that Zhao Xingde was shy and had reached the point where he would write a story to make up for his life To such an extent, if you want to give him a hand, he would never tell anyone about these things.

Chen Dong was originally worried that Zhao Xing would not be able to embarrass the face of the Yuanyou party members, but he did not take airs, he was indeed a fellow, and he was overjoyed. He was about to talk about a way to make money and supplement. That is to reveal posts on behalf of others.At present, the party struggle is fierce, and the old and new parties in the imperial court are attacking each other. In addition to the court's tricks, they often fabricate rumors based on rumors and write them into posters and post them everywhere.In this era, there are few literate people, and even fewer people who can write good articles. In order to arrange the scandals of the enemy, each post must be rich in content and have different handwriting. A down-and-out literati writes the post, and then hires others to post it.This line of business is dedicated to collecting and distributing in Bianliang. The writer and the employer do not meet each other, and both parties take what they need.

"We have the status of a scholar of the Taixue. Even if the subordinate officials of the yamen caught it on the spot, they would just hand it over to the Taixue to be reprimanded by the teacher. So I even contracted to write and post it. I can get three hundred yuan for writing a post." Chen Dong proudly said, Zhao Xingde also nodded eagerly, cupped his hands and said: "Thank you, Brother Chen, next time you have such a good thing, please bring it to me." Chen Dong nodded, suddenly felt that he had lost his identity as Senior Qingliu, With a dry cough, he said in a serious tone: "The Qingzhuo party is fighting fiercely. Now writing more posts can increase your knowledge and practice your skills. My generation is incompatible with the 'treacherous' party villains in the court."

Zhao Xingde smiled and said: "That's right." He asked again: "If the traitorous party hires them to write exposing posts to attack Qingliu, shall we do it or not?" Chen Dong looked embarrassed and said: "It's all We don’t do things that others do, so why don’t we earn this money? Besides, if the traitorous party really hides a conspiracy, I will know it in advance.” Zhao Xingde was determined, and hurriedly said: “ High opinion, Brother Chen." After this exchange, the two felt closer, and when they were approaching the mansion of Shaowu, the censor, Chen Dong told Zhao Xingde not to disclose the matter of writing the post, so he took out the invitation card, Give it to the servant at the door.

The gate of Shaowu Mansion is wide and grand, and there are eight servants standing at the door, who are familiar with Chen Dongju. When the two of them stepped inside, the big bright lanterns on both sides of the road lead to the depths of the backyard. As Chen Dong walked, he said: "Master, The ancestral home is the same as the name taboo, it is Shao Wu, and it is also a good story." Zhao Xingde nodded with a smile, and he still had a little understanding of Master Shao Yushi, who was regarded as the leader of Qingliu.

Shao Wu's father, Shao Kui, came to Longtu Pavilion as a servant. The Shao family was not only a family of hairpin tassels for generations, but also a big landowner and a big tea merchant in Shaowu, Fujian.With the support of his family's strong financial resources, Shao Wu made many friends when he was studying in Taixue, and his popularity was very high. It is hard, which makes Xuezheng extremely headache. He finally hoped that he would be a Jinshi and leave Taixue, but more Taixue students are willing to be his students, which makes Shao Wu's reputation among Qingliu even longer.

"Teacher, this is the Zhao Xingde that the students mentioned last time, and he is the son of Zhao Shizhi on the tablet of the Yuanyou Party." Chen Dong respectfully walked to the ground.He is quite lucky to be able to worship under Shao Wu's sect.

"It turns out to be the Empress Zhongliang." Shao Wu stroked his beard, glanced at Zhao Xingde, and said with a smile, "Sure enough, he is a formidable young man." Then he turned to greet Zhao Guangshi, the prime minister's son next to him.Seeing the opportunity, Chen Dong took Zhao Xingde behind a desk in the courtyard, and the two sat on the floor.

The thick incense candles illuminate the garden as if it were daytime, without the smoke of Taixue oil lamps, but also with a faint fragrance, which is quite refreshing.Zhao Xingde secretly calculated in his heart that such a candle would cost at least a hundred copper coins, he lowered his head and picked up the cup, and took a sip of weak tea.

A stream of clear water gurgled past in front of the table, and petals floated on the crystal clear water. It is said that a mansion with such a natural clear stream running through the backyard is much more expensive than an ordinary mansion.This elegant collection of poems and fus is based on the story of drinking from the Qingxi River in the previous generation. Put the cup on the plate, put the plate on the stream, and the plate will turn with the water, floating lightly. First, those who are praised by everyone can drink as much as they want, and those who are dissatisfied will be fined three glasses of wine.

Most of the more than 20 guests were Shao Wu's students and descendants, so they respected Shao Wu and sat in the upper reaches, accompanied by the prince, and Zhao Guangshi, the prime minister's son, sat beside him.

Zhao Xingde and Chen Dong were sitting behind a table slightly downstream, but the view here was good, all the beautiful maids who were courteously persuading the wine during the banquet could be seen clearly, and it was not easy to attract the attention of others.Chen Dong glanced at Zhao Xingde, and the two looked at each other and smiled tacitly.This dynasty can't help officials and Tai students to have sex with prostitutes, and it's not limited to drinking, listening to songs, and cultivating their sentiments.Even during the solar terms, officials and prostitutes are sent to the banquets of Tai students to add to the fun. The suave and unrestrained habits of scholar-bureaucrats are passed down from generation to generation.

At the beginning of the banquet, as the cups and plates flowed, all the students of the imperial court "recited" poems or wrote lyrics one by one. They were all young scholars, and they inevitably had a competitive heart with each other. Dong, also stroking the wine glass, racked his brains to find chapters and excerpts.Zhao Xingde is calm and composed, he has hundreds of poems memorized unknowingly because of insomnia to pass the time in his belly.

Because this dynasty does not judge scholars by poetry, Zhao Xingde has not put in the slightest effort in poetry, but before that, he did not have any chance to show his poetry.Now he's not worried that he won't be able to come up with good words, but he's worried that most of the good sentences he remembers are good ones that have been passed down through the ages.

Not long after, the cup and plate were passed in front of Chen Dong. Chen Dong just made a song "Xijiang Moon", he raised his wine glass and said softly:

"The wind moves a garden of flowers and bamboos, and the green brocade smoked cages in Langgan. Liancai is Song Qiangdong. He knows how to play the piano. The evening rain is cold and shallow, and the morning clouds are thick with spring. Ice muscles and bones are melting. Wushan idle dream."

Seeing that Shao Wu nodded his head slightly to show approval, and everyone had no objection, Chen Dongfang drank the wine in his glass with peace of mind, with a look of joy on his face.

Then it was Zhao Xingde's turn, and he used Shouyuan Haowen's "'Touch' the Fish", which was the first song poem that he recited repeatedly for a martial arts book:

"Ask the world, what is love, and only teach the promise of life and death? Flying guests from all over the world, the old wing has a few cold and heat. Fun, parting is bitter, and there are even more idiotic children. You should have words, ten thousand miles of clouds, thousands of mountains and snow at dusk Who is the only shadow going to? Hengfen Road, the lonely year of flute and drum, the barren smoke is still flat Chu. How can the soul call out the Chu, the mountain ghost is dark and the wind and rain. The sky is also jealous, and I have not believed in it. Wan Gu, in order to keep it for the 'Sao' people, sing and drink wildly, and visit Yanqiu."

Zhao Xingde picked up the wine glass embarrassingly, feeling a little ashamed in his heart, not because he didn't want to keep a low profile, but because all of the famous works in his mind were recorded in his mind, no matter how many more, he would not be able to do it.

After listening to Zhao Xingde's chanting during the banquet, he was stunned for a while, and after a while, Shao Wufang pondered and said: "The poem of Xingde is never to be repeated, and the way of harmony is not found. Although the rhythm is good, The style is not enough, let's drink three cups."