After bidding farewell to Zhang Zhaichang's family, Cui Xie also returned to the small building where the judges were staying for dinner. Those supervisors ate earlier than him, so they didn't have any thoughts on this. After they were full, they went on to comment on poems in the audition. From time to time, someone picked out the good ones, or the ones that were too bad.
The big households who voted for the book seals swiped the votes, and these scholars even wrote the poems. Some people voted for more than a dozen Zhen Mi notes, all of which were the same poem; some people voted for the five beauties. I only wrote a poem about beauties, and I can't rely on Wumei; there are also people who voted for Empress He and Empress Fu who were not on the list...
After all the invalid votes were swiped, the official scoring was not done here, but asked ten "tutors" who were the best at learning to come to the garden to score and count the votes on the spot.
In this way, as long as the mentor is selected, the rest can play freely. The seven juren were invited to be "tutors", and the remaining three mentors were recommended by the 27 students, and three of them, namely Kuoju, Wang Chen, and Li Zongshang, were selected who like poetry and are known for their talents. Originally, Cui Xie was half the master, and should be included in the list of candidates, but his poetry was still in its infancy, and he could not comment on anything bad, so he voluntarily gave up, and only wanted to be an audience below.
Those supervisors who didn't need to be judges extended their friendly hands to him: "He Zhong will go shopping in the garden with us, it's fun to walk together."
Cui Xie smiled and shook his head: "You also said that I am half the owner, so of course I can't just play with myself like the guests. The lights will be on when it gets dark. The garden is full of flowers and trees, and it is forbidden to play. No fire, I want to take a look around while it's still light."
Cui Qi led the judges and mentors to visit the garden. Cui Xie asked the staff to find a garden watcher to show himself the firefighting items in the garden, the places with dense lights, and the secluded places that few people paid attention to.
The owner of the garden, Merchant Huang's family, is also here today. I heard that he, the person who helps manage the conference, is going to visit the garden, so he just took the opportunity to meet him and make friends. The eldest son of the Huang family brought a few old servants who were watching the garden, and led him to see the water tanks, buckets, pumps, hemp and other things that he had arranged at home, and also took him to the canals, lakesides, rockery caves, etc. place to check on-duty security personnel.
Mr. Huang said proudly: "My garden was created by the whole family at the beginning, and many noble officials in Beijing have come to visit. If it wasn't for Mr. Cui's face, Cui Shaodong and the shopkeeper Ji would take this time again. The oiran... The beauty pageant will boast about the heaven and the earth, and my father will not borrow the garden."
Cui Xie thanked him, and Huang Gongzi waved his hand: "I can't be worthy of this thank you, my son. But our family took advantage of this. This conference was very interesting. Many high-ranking officials and nobles came to play, and my family's face was also bright. In the future, when people talk about the Jinghe Garden of the Huang family, it is the famous garden where the number one beauty of the Three Kingdoms has come out, and it still raises the value of the garden."
Cui Xie heard a "high official" and asked subconsciously, "Does the eldest son know that any of the guests from Jin Yiwei are here tonight?"
Huang Gongzi's footsteps stagnated, the proud look on his face suddenly froze, he waved his hand and said, "That's what we're talking about!"
A few years ago, the East-West Factory was in a panic, and the move was a major case of looting. The officials didn't know when to be pulled away, and the businessmen were as weak as the grass in the wind. Now that the two factories have only been down for a year or two, he is afraid that the factory guard's heart has not yet recovered, and his heart trembles when he hears the three words "Jinyiwei". After a while, he slowed down, and asked in a low voice, "There shouldn't be any taboos in the beauty pageants of the Three Kingdoms. Should the adults of Jinyiwei come to investigate?"
No... He just wanted to ask if Jin Yiwei came to relax after get off work.
Now that the sky has turned a little yellow, it will be the curfew time of one watch and three o'clock before it gets dark. If you come to participate in the final election at night, you should have left Chaoyangmen by this time.
He kept thinking about this, and his heart was a little loose, and Mr. Huang lost his interest in playing. He hurriedly accompanied him around the color studio and theater, sent him back to the judges room, and left.
The small pavilion is empty, and the judges and mentors are now visiting the garden. When they passed by during the inspection, they saw that the team had just come out of the Zhen Mi Pavilion, and Er Qiao and Mrs. Sun might have to line up for a while. No one came in for a while, so Cui Xie closed the window, locked the door, and quietly opened his schoolbag and took out clothes to change.
The classmates came over in their supervisor uniforms, but he secretly prepared bright new clothes. He was a little embarrassed.
Cui Xie surreptitiously took out the clothes, flattened them, and felt that the folds had formed. He also sprayed a few sips of water himself, and ironed it with a kettle from the small stove. The straight body was also specially made by his tailor. It was not a wide and wide shape. Instead, he took two arc-shaped vertical pleats on the back, pinched the waist a little thinner, raised the waistline, and tied a wide belt. , wearing high waist and long legs, it is taller than ordinary clothes.
The cuffs are wide and wide, and the fabric is soft and thin, with only a thin layer of starch applied. With a thought, he found a few waste poems on the table and folded them into a fan shape. He waved the paper fan up and down, and flung his sleeves to experience the feeling of being a celebrity in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. After experiencing it for a while, I suddenly remembered that I still had a bottle of men's perfume that I hadn't wiped, so I quickly took out the tightly wrapped cloth roll, opened the seal and poured the flower dew on it.
I said earlier that I wanted to wipe this flower water, but it was because the yard was too fragrant, so I never wiped it. I didn't open it until today.
Cui Xie shook his head, smirked that he thought too much, and poured some perfume into his palm.
After the cork was removed, there was a faint scent of gardenia in the air, but he himself slept in the fragrance of flowers every day these days. But just after pouring out not much, the door was suddenly slammed a few times, and someone shouted from outside: "Eldest son, it's here, it's here soon, come out and see!"
Who is here
When Cui Xie shook his hand, he spilled half of the bottle of flower water on his hand, ate half of his arm along his sleeve, and sprinkled a piece on his thigh. Fortunately, he was wearing white clothes, so it was not obvious. The not strong but solid aroma of glycol just dissipated, and the whole body and house was filled with the smell of gardenias. He was pleasantly surprised and had a headache when he smelled it—
After doing so long, I finally made a bottle of flower water. Of course, it is a good thing, but why does it happen when I want to use a light fragrance...
Also sprinkled!
He hesitated whether to change his clothes back, but the louder the screams outside the door, the perfume also got into his coat, and changing his coat didn't help. He thought that the outside was open and full of flowers, the fragrance was secretly sent, and he didn't show much of his presence, so he gritted his teeth and went to open the door, asking, "Who's here?"
The guy who knocked on the door was used to seeing him wearing a green robe, and suddenly saw a man in white clothed with fragrance coming out, almost not recognizing him, so he calmed down and said, "It's time to turn on the lights, and the official performance is about to start. "Young master, why don't you go out soon?"
It's clearly the show is about to start, what are you talking about like someone is coming? Cui Xie was a little disappointed that he couldn't tell in his heart, and he said, "I'll go there... Don't lead the way, I've already visited this garden, go by yourself."
He put the flower water in his sleeve, asked the man for a real folding fan, fanned the sleeves and the hem of his clothes, and walked towards the door.
The sky outside was completely dark. On the trees on both sides of the road, palace lanterns were hung with copper wire hooks, illuminating the whole garden as bright as day. String songs came out from the big stage in the center, but no lights were lit on the stage. Only the lights in the courtyard illuminated a very dark outline, and from the darkness came the thin sound of singing.
Seats are arranged in the garden, and the five districts are divided according to the votes of the guests, and the distance is divided according to the number of votes recorded during the day, and the guests are invited to sit. Anyone who wants to sit in the front row can also buy tickets on the spot to vote in and buy a good seat.
There were many hawkers holding drinks and snacks interspersed to squeeze the last wave of money, and the servants of the garden owner came to sell flowers for the guests to throw on the stage to reward the beauties. At this time, the piano music on the stage was at an urgent point, and a clear and moving piece of music was already sounding, and it was singing a small Qixi song for the occasion.
After the song was sung, the lights in the four corners of the getai suddenly turned on, showing the figures of the musicians dressed in flying sky, flicking the pipa, strings, and moon zither, and pressing the sandalwood board, and soon it went dark again. A group of girls dressed as maids turned from the corner of the stage with lanterns and crowded into the middle of the stage, revealing a paper pavilion that was taller than a person. On the four sides of the pavilion are painted a life-size, bright and beautiful woman with her palms clasped together, and the pavilion bowing to the moon.
The first one to appear is naturally the Diaochan who appeared first in the book.
There were cheers from the audience, and those romantic guests who voted for Diaochan grabbed the flowers in their hands and threw them on the stage. Against such a somber tune and lighting, although the person in the painting is looking at it, it seems to be more fresh and interesting than the real beauty.
But the lights went out one by one, leaving only the last dim light, which was covered by the lantern bearer and disappeared behind the paper pavilion.
The tourists under the stage felt that they understood his routine, so they sat back on their seats and waited for the next beauty to appear. But the light came back on when they relaxed and didn't pay attention to the stage, and the light came out from the paper pavilion, showing a black silhouette in the same pose as the person in the painting.
The four-sided paper pavilion suddenly spread out, revealing a slender figure in the center, holding a round lantern like moonlight in his hand. Looking at the beauty under the light, it naturally covered up all the flaws, and you could only see the rich makeup on her face, which was just like the beauty in the painting. The lights behind him gradually turned on, showing a group of maids holding lanterns around Diaochan, holding her and walking to one end of the stage to stand.
When the lights went down again, Diaochan smiled sweetly at the audience, blew out the moonlight, and disappeared into the darkness.
This performance is truly amazing, different from the common style!
The audience in the hall had no matter which beauty they supported, they all rushed to the front of the stage and threw the flowers in their hands to that corner. Cui Xie was making the crowd get stuck in the middle of the road, so he quickly grabbed his new clothes and held down his turban, for fear of being crowded.
It was inconvenient for him to walk backwards, and he had no time to turn around. He almost squeezed those people over. He subconsciously grabbed from behind and grabbed his hands.
A pair of exceptionally stable and powerful, warrior hands.
The hand grabbed him and gently pulled him out, the other hand supported him under his armpit, and placed him firmly in the narrow space between the seats. The faint scent of gardenia seemed to be blowing from the clothes room, and the fragrance floated up, separating this narrow seat from the noisy crowd.
Cui Xie looked up at the person who was supporting him, and said with a smile, "I just searched for a long time, but I didn't see Brother Xie here."
Xie Ying let go of him and said naturally: "I'm afraid that the figure will block your face. The sky is dark, and your eyes are not as bright as those of me who have practiced eyesight, so it is inevitable that you can't see clearly. In fact, I was outside the courtyard on the east side. I saw you once, but because I was accompanying the staff, and I saw that there were guests there, it was inconvenient to go there to say hello, but I made you think about looking for me."
He wore a new suit of blue satin, which was also the style designed by Cui Xie, which made him taller and more elegant, but under the light, the color was dim, not as eye-catching as wearing red and white.
Cui Xie looked at the guests under the stage as if they were about to come back, and pondered: "Since your colleague is here, then I'll go back first. Let's talk at home if we have something to say. You are having fun here, I'll ask someone to bring you some food. Come."
Xie Ying let go of his hand, but took another step forward, letting the delicate gardenia grow thicker between the two, and whispered: "Where can they eat now, let alone come back to find them. Me. It’s not fun to be restrained in the seat, how can I find a place with ancient trees and rocks, listening to the clear voice sent by the wind from a distance, and watching the silhouettes of people in the lights, it’s more interesting?”
Cui Xie had just walked around the garden. Hearing what he said elegantly, his heart moved, and he said, "Actually, there is a lotus pond outside this courtyard, and there is a taller water pavilion not far from here, so I should be able to see the stage clearly. From the side. The remaining four beauties are similar to Diaochan. If Brother Xie is too far away to see clearly, I will take you there for a walk?"
They walked from the seat to the back, and out of the gate, there was a bright and empty garden. A spacious lake was dug out on the east side of the garden, and the buds of the Baifu Canal in the pond were half-closed, swaying with the wind along with the high and low lotus leaves and small lotus pods on the water surface. A double-eave water pavilion with a red lacquer green roof is built near the pool, and the bottom is supported by wooden pillars high out of the water. The pavilion is almost two-storey high. There are lanterns hanging on the outer edge of the water pavilion, but there are no lights in the pavilion, and there are still people on duty next to it.
Cui Xie greeted them, picked two lamps from outside the pavilion, and Xie Ying each carried one, and climbed up the short bridge.
The two hung the lantern by the window, leaning against the window and overlooking the stage. In fact, there is nothing to see here, but the two of them don't mention it anymore, they just lean against the window and watch the scenery at will. Your Excellency's sound of water was mixed with the fine stringed songs from the main courtyard, and sent a clear Qixi decree—
The west wind is about to swerve, the chords are pulled, and the drums are harmonious.
The colorfully decorated buildings, the luminous flowers and trees, want to connect with the Milky Way.
I think there will be fewer happy meetings in the sky, and I hope there will be more pleasures in the world.
What does this mean? There is a person who walks all over Shengge.
The author has something to say: "Double Tune · Zhe Gui Ling"
The song is hard to write, I thought it was more casual than poetry, it was very simple, but when I wrote it, I realized that my mind was empty, and I couldn’t think of anything.