Take a plane to the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 395 The Immortal in White
The scene was silent, and no one said a word.

There are four more sentences in the back?How do you know there are four more sentences?

Everyone's eyes looked at the place where it happened.

Zhu Changyuan turned his back to that person, naturally he didn't know who it was, but he had two thoughts in his mind: first, this guy was trying to make trouble, and second, this guy was right.

These are Nalan Rongruo's poems, which originally consisted of eight lines. Zhu Changyuan only wrote four lines, because the above four lines are the most suitable for the occasion. did not write.

But who would have thought that there are such masters here.

Zhu Changyuan turned his head slowly, looked at the man in his thirties not far from Qian Qianyi, and asked in amazement, "Who is this?"

Qian Qianyi smiled awkwardly, and said: "This is Mr. Wu Jun, and he is also a talented person in our Wuzhong. He is just a low-key person, and many people don't know him."

When Qian Qianyi said this, the crowd suddenly exclaimed.

Even Hou Fangyu opened his mouth wide, and said, "Could it be Brother Wu from Wumei Village, who was bestowed by the emperor as 'upright and elegant, with tricky footwork'?"

Qian Qianyi twirled his beard, smiled, and said, "Exactly!"

"Oh!" Hou Fangyu bowed deeply to Wu Meicun, and said, "Brother Wu is a great talent, like thunder, I wish I knew him sooner!"

Wu Meicun smiled unnaturally, and said, "Young Master Hou, you are being polite."

Hearing the name of Wumei Village, Zhu Changyuan was also taken aback, and thought to himself: No wonder I saw through my poem right away, it turned out to be him, and seeing this person today, I am worthy of this trip.

Wu Weiye, Zi Jungong, named Meicun, one of the three great masters in Jiangzuo in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.A famous talent.

Back then, Zhu Changyuan said to Chen Yuanyuan, "I am a beauty when I am angry with the crown!" This sentence was written by Wu Meicun. Of course, the famous "Yuanyuanqu" was also written by him.

But now Wu Meicun is just a 30-year-old boy. These poems have not been written yet. What really makes him famous is his talent.

In the first year of Chongzhen, Wu Weiye was 19 years old and passed the examination for a scholar; in the third year of Chongzhen, Wu Weiye was 21 years old, and won the Juren; in the fourth year of Chongzhen, when Wu Weiye was 22 years old, he participated in the examination and won an S4 award , won the championship; Immediately afterwards, he won the No.2 consecutive victory in the first class, that is to say, he won the second place in the legendary aggressive list.

At that time, some people suspected that Wu Weiye was suspected of cheating, so the examiner had to submit his original paper of Huiyuan to the imperial examination. After reading it, Emperor Chongzhen approved the eight words "upright and elegant, with deceitful footwork" on the paper. calm.Wu Weiye rose to fame, and because of this, he had an unforgettable sense of knowing and encountering Emperor Chongzhen.

Now, Mr. Wu has been an official residence in Nanjing Guozijian Department of the Ming Dynasty, and he is a sixth-rank official.

"Mr. Chang's poems are graceful and desolate. After reading them in Meicun, I don't know what sorrow and joy are born. The king's words are sad, and I want to be sad. But I think this poem is not finished yet. Let me wait and see if you can fill in the next column." Zhu Changyuan of Wumei Village Clasping hands, holding disciple salute, expression is very respectful.

Zhu Changyuan couldn't help feeling a little fond of him, and said: "Mr. Meicun really deserves his reputation, and I admire him. Yes, there are naturally four lines left in this poem. Wait a moment, I will fill it in myself."

Zhu Changyuan continued to draw a pen, not caring about any deviation from the topic, and then wrote on another piece of white paper: Lishan language will end in the middle of the night, and the tears and rain will never change.How about Bo Xing Jin Yilang, who will wish for that day.

Wu Weiye looked at it again and again, with brilliance in his eyes, and asked Zhu Changyuan, "I don't know if Mr. Chang's poem has a name."

Zhu Changyuan said: "Of course there is, it's called "Imitating Ancient Jue Ci""

While speaking, he wrote his name at the top of the poem.

After Mao Pijiang read it, he smiled slightly and said, "The poetry is well written, but there is something inappropriate."

Wu Weiye asked suspiciously: "Where is it inappropriate?"

Mao Pijiang said with a smile: "The ancient juejue poems were about Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty and Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty. Mr. Chang used it to quote it, so as not to think too highly of himself. I think this is indeed a bit inappropriate."

What he meant couldn't be more clear. Although your old Xiong's family is divided into one side now, but you are only Xiong Wencan's nephew, comparing yourself with the emperor, isn't it too embarrassing for yourself?
Wu Meicun nodded, and said: "Young Master Mao's words are not bad, but the poetry seeks its artistic conception, and the words are too delusional. I think it's a bit of a waste of money."

Zhu Changyuan smiled without saying a word, went down and sat beside Chen Yuanyuan, and gently held his hand.

Chen Yuanyuan looked at his poems, and asked Zhu Changyuan: "On weekdays, I only know that the prince is brave enough to fight against a hundred, but I don't know that his literary talent is so good!"

Zhu Changyuan shook his head, and said: "If the article is so useful, Ban Chao would not have voted for the army." After saying that, he regretted it a bit, and said: "Madam, I have won the award."

Chen Yuanyuan's mentality is much better now.

The atmosphere on the court became more and more active. Bian Yujing, who was famous in the Ming Dynasty, suddenly stood up and asked Wu Weiye: "Mr. Wu is good at poems and books. He has won the favor of the emperor. He is also known as Man Jiangzuo. Why don't you sing a song?" ?”

Wu Weiye raised his head, just in time to see the bright and charming Bian Yujing looking at him with wonderful eyes, he couldn't help but blushed slightly, and said to Bian Yujing, "Don't dare to be that!"

Bian Yujing tilted her head and said: "What dare not be, if you can recite it well, my girl, I, I, I..." I wanted to promise something, but unfortunately I didn't know what to say when the words came to my lips what's good.

Wu Weiye, an honest scholar, has never seen such a scene before, and has never seen such a beauty before. The 30-year-old blushes like a child.

Qian Qianyi laughed loudly and said, "Mr. Jun, you don't need to be reserved. Since your elder brother is going to be an official in Shu, why don't you sing a song as a farewell?"

Everyone also wanted to see the literary talent of this No. [-] candidate, and they all applauded.

Wu Weiye took a deep breath, picked up a pen and meditated for ten seconds, and then wrote on the hanging large paper: Bashan is depressed and frosty, and the west wind breaks people's hearts when they cry.I advise you to look back at Zigui, the top of Muye Mountain is your hometown.There are thousands of roads to relatives, and the grass outside the Changhong Pavilion is full of sky.I don't know the mountains and rivers of Shu, but is there a ferry in the south of the Yangtze River?
Wu Weiye wrote it in one go, his poems are grand and simple, and his calligraphy is smooth and flowing, which makes many beauties look upside down.

"Hehe!" Qian Qianyi twirled his beard and said, "It's no wonder that he is a student of the Son of Heaven, the second best in the list. After ten years, Mr. Jun will be the hope of the south of the Yangtze River!"

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Everyone complimented each other, but Wu Meicun didn't take it seriously, but took a peek at Bian Yujing, and found that she was also smiling at him, beautiful and charming, and her face turned red again.

Wu Jishan took off the pair of calligraphy and said: "Thank you my brother for the gift. I have gone to Bashu Road for a long time. I don't know if I can return home?"

Everyone went to comfort again.Because everyone knows that Zhang Xianzhong is now entrenched in Shu, and the imperial court's sending people there is just a declaration of sovereignty and has no practical significance.It is very possible that the people sent there will be skinned by Zhang Xianzhong.

Bian Yujing suddenly stood up from his seat, walked to Wu Jishan's side, took a deep look at Wu Weiye, and said: "Mr. Wu is a great talent, and the little girl has admired him for a long time. Today, I would like to show my ugliness. I would like to have a song with you. ..."

"Okay!" Hou Fangyu got up and booed again, and said, "Scholars and beautiful ladies complement each other, so Saisai may have taken a fancy to Brother Wu."

Bian Yujing spat and said, "There is a poem that I want to give to Brother Wu."

She walked gracefully to the front of the stage, picked up a pen with her slender jade hands, and wrote on the paper: Don't think far away from Zhuba Mountain, and send Junlanji across Jianggao.I would like to send a picture of Xiaoxiang species to the spring breeze and ask Xue Tao.

After finishing writing, he looked at Wu Meicun with a red face, and asked, "Brother Wu, is there any intention?"

Combining this poem, this situation, this scene, and this sentence of Bian Yujing's question, everyone present can clearly feel that it should be Bian Saisai, the famous Ming dynasty, who has taken a fancy to Wumei Village.

Wumei Village's literary master can naturally understand what Bian Yujing means.

However, maybe it was because of shyness, maybe it was because he had something to hide, or maybe it was because he really didn't like a courteous woman, anyway, Wu Meicun just blushed and said nothing.

Neither "yes" nor "no" was said.

It seems that Wumei Village should still like Bian Yujing quite a lot. In the end, Bian Yujing sighed softly, put his pen to the case, and left generously.

"Pedantic!" Zhu Guobi regretted secretly at first, then cursed in a low voice towards Wumei Village, and sighed: "What you love, you don't care what other people think. If Sister Kou agrees to be my wife, my father-in-law is married. What are you doing with the world?"

After hearing what he said, Zhu Changyuan smiled slightly, and said, "Young master is really temperamental, but Mr. Wu probably doesn't understand the relationship between men and women, so it's hard to tell."

"You two, don't mutter!" Although Kou Baimen is far away from Zhu Changyuan and the others, he is still at the same table. Hearing Zhu Guobi's words, he got angry from his heart, and after scolding Zhu Guobi, he said that Zhu Changyuan Said: "And you, that fan fan, it's not hot today, you're always fanning back and forth, I'm tired just looking at it."

"And you!" Pointing to Chen Yuanyuan: "Wearing a bamboo hat and covering your face with a white gauze, are you so ugly that you can't see people?"

Kou Baimen hated Wujiwu, and even Zhu Changyuan suffered.

Zhu Changyuan smiled hesitantly, naturally he would not have some experience with the woman, and looked across the river with a smiling face, admiring the scenery.

After Bian Yujing, there was a bit of silence on the big ship, and very few people came out to sing.

The boat continued to go north, slowly, and the banks on both sides changed from plains to rugged mountains and hills. After a while, the mountains on the west bank turned into steep cliffs, facing the water, with different scenery. people are full of praise.

"Look, there is someone on the opposite mountain?" Su Ya behind Zhu Changyuan suddenly stretched out her hand and pointed at the opposite cliff.

If it was an ordinary person, it would naturally not attract her attention. The key point was that the person on the cliff opposite was a woman, to be precise, a woman as ethereal as a fairy.

In the distance, on the other side of the river, a woman stands on a cliff more than ten feet high, with fluttering white clothes and fluttering long hair. Looking up from this angle, she really looks like a fairy.

(End of this chapter)