The host Cui Mou, ten tutors, and several judges who had come back to play didn't dare to come out. They silently gestured to the official host Cui Qi, and quickly wrote to remind him to go out and give the instructor a gift.
Fortunately, Cui Qi was clever, lowered his voice on the spot, and said calmly behind the screen: "Now that the teachers have all gone back, we are all workers and musicians who pack things, and we can't comment on Mr. , righteous and awe-inspiring, not a person who defrauded the painting, and does not need to verify his identity, just need to register his name outside to prove that the hanging painting has been taken away."
He quickly changed the clothes left by the previous musicians, went out and asked Assistant Teacher Xie to sit down for a while, and went to another lounge to invite Diao Chan to present the award.
Fortunately, those beauties all liked today's new dress, and they haven't been willing to remove makeup and change clothes. The lady dressed as Diaochan quickly turned around, holding a scroll in her hand, dragging a long miscellaneous robe and a streamer, floating like a goddess and presenting the award to Assistant Professor Xie.
Assistant Professor Xie thanked him stably and politely, took the scroll, unfolded it and looked at it, then took a pen to write down his name on the registration paper, and wrote another masterpiece, and everyone behind the screen bowed his hands: "I'll do another I wrote a poem to prove my identity, if anyone doubts, you can show him this poem."
He turned around and left, "Diaochan" took a few steps away, stared at him before he came back out of the stage door, knocked on the screen, with a bit of a smile, and said playfully: "The young master has gone away, the tutors can Out."
The hearts of the tutors finally settled back into their chambers, and they went out to take a look at Mr. Xie's poems. Seeing that the poem was still chanting ancient words and aspirations, and it was written in a more ancient style than chanting beauty, and there was no hidden meaning that they had recognized them and waited for the reckoning after the fall. Cui Qichu became calm and fearless in the face of danger, saving everyone from fire and water:
"Today's incident is due to the fast response of Cui Shaodong's family, who went out in time to stop the teaching assistant. Otherwise, if we meet each other, how will it end?"
"It's not bad, it's because of Cui Qi's brother. We commented on the stage before. There was a screen in front of the stage, and a water tank was buried under the stage. After the sound was released, it was slightly different from the usual one, and it was not so easy to recognize. But If you talk like that in the house—"
"Hehe, we can recognize the instructor, and the instructor can recognize us naturally."
"It's still too careless. Ju'anzhai is holding such a big garden party today, and it's not a place where officials are prohibited from entering and leaving by the imperial court. There must be officials who are honored and honored, and who is the winner? ."
The so-called once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of the rope. The supervisors did not dare to stay on the stage any longer, and they told people to see that the tourists in the yard were indeed cleared, so they went down with the lantern, walked through the corner door and returned to the small courtyard on the east side, and ordered a few jars of wine to celebrate that they had escaped the disaster. By the way, I will see Fu Jieyuan's uncle off.
After all, the next day was not a day off, so they didn't dare to drink too much, so they quickly got up from the bed before the fifth watch, and got into the cart and wandered all the way back to Guozijian. Not only was he not late when he arrived at the prison, but he was already there early, and when he was on vacation, Xuezheng nodded approvingly at them.
The eighth day of the first lunar month was another day when they could talk: in the morning, it was Master Qiu's "University", and in the afternoon, Lin Jiancheng lectured on "Poems". It doesn't matter if it's a little bit worse.
Just when it was time to copy the notes, many people rubbed their foreheads and sighed: "When will Ju Anzhai be able to print out the color notes that you have corrected, it will save us the hard work of copying.
Cui Xie himself wished he could bring a color copier to pass through, so he just laughed: "I would like to ask them to print it, but this is a handout for the sake of Lord Jiu. How can we students print it in private?"
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A few glances passed through the partition wall of the classroom and fell to the hall: "I heard that Fei Juren is the nephew of Lord Siye, and now he is studying with Siye..."
What if he could talk to the teacher and allow them to pass on the printed notes in private? Even if it can't be printed as Qiu's sacrificial wine, it's good to be able to print a fee for Siye! After all, they commented on poems together yesterday, and they asked Assistant Professor Xie to block behind the screen together. They were almost caught, and they were friends.
Anyway, Cui Xie was the one who was copied and printed, so he didn't get involved in this matter. He would hurry up to make up for sleep when he had time, and then listen to Lin Jiancheng talk about the four emotions of "Xing", "View", "Group" and "Resent" in the Book of Songs.
After returning home in the evening, Cui Xie hurriedly summoned Cui Qi, the shopkeeper Ji and the store's accountant to settle the account.
The accountant started from the investment, and wrote the same investment on the plain paper: "These two days rent the garden, hire someone to clean, serve, set up lights, tables and chairs, colorful silk decoration, invite prostitutes, theater troupe, small singing. , daughter-in-law, storyteller, clothing, head-dressing... A total of nearly 300 taels. I still can't earn anything when I put this money in. We have to buy a reputation with our own pockets, but we don't want to rent only tenants. Give it to tourists, rent stalls and stoves for those who sell food, bring some fresh vegetables and meat, homemade tea and milk snacks that our family got from the village, and make all the money back!"
After that, Cui Qi flipped through the voting book and reported the account: "Pre-investment began in early July. In the past seven days, it can be said that the customers who have bought our hardcover version of the Three Kingdoms have all voted, and only received more than 1,530. Zhang Shu and sealed tickets. Everyone returned to the city at night, and only those who visited the garden on the 100th voted for another 300 tickets, which is nearly 1,200 silver in the account…”
He gasped at the numbers on the account, and then asked a little puzzled, "Why don't you ask them to use such an easy-to-use method during the day?"
During the day... Beauty's makeup can't help but look.
Cui Xie smiled, shook his head and said, "You also watched the singing and dancing of the five beauties at night. If it was in the daytime, would you have such a confusing atmosphere? Besides, although there are many people in the daytime, they are watching the fun. Those who spend less money are those who are willing to spend the night outside the city.”
Those who can go out of the city to sleep in other people's homes at night, except for those who treat guests like the tutors and judges, are the prodigal sons who often spend a lot of money in the powder forest. They are the ones who are really willing to spend money on idols.
If he didn't need the imperial examinations, he would have established the 48th Women's Day Regiment of the Ming Dynasty. Singles are released today, concerts are held tomorrow, dramas and legends are played the day after tomorrow, and the year-end finals are finalized... You have to clean up your fans' wallets.
After counting the face value, the shopkeeper Ji reported the sales status of the large posters to him. Because such a large picture needs to be combined with printing and painting, the speed of drawing is extremely slow. They started preparing nearly two months ago, and have only produced more than 60 pictures so far, and the rest only received a three-point deposit. , will be shipped later.
After summing up the income, the shopkeeper Ji asked again: "The Queen Zhen called the master of Chengtang sent a servant to pick it up, wrote the book of cutting and knotting, and used the seal, so it's all right, but Mr. Shuixi didn't come to pick it up for a day today. , Xiao Qiao painted by the son is still hanging on the wall."
Last night, when Cui Qi went back, he asked someone to write a poster and put it on the outer wall of Ju'an Zhai, waiting for Mr. Shuixi and Lay Chengtang to send someone to invite him.
The family of lay Buddhist Chengtang took Zhen's portrait and left early, but Mr. Shuixi never came. Although there are a few who call themselves "Mr. Shuixi", the poems they leave are all like ancient times. They are very different from the fresh and beautiful style of the original works, and the handwriting does not match, so they dare not paint them.
He handed the poems to Cui Xie and asked him, a Chinese student, to identify them.
Cui Xie picked it up and looked at it, and it turned out that they were all popular Taiwanese style poems today, which were different from Mr.
He took the plain paper and said, "I'll take these back to the prison for my classmates to take a look at. As for Mr. Shuixi... you should write a few more notices, with the title saying 'Ju Anzhai is looking for the first talent', and put him Copy the poems written in big characters, and then write in small characters the meaning of our study to find the chief poet of the Three Kingdoms, and we should write it in a simple and simple way, don’t include any flamboyant words, and only write the meaning of our study’s respect for the talented.”
The shopkeeper Ji usually writes notices to the store. These routines are familiar, so he nods his head and agrees.
He wrote several drafts of the revelation overnight, compared with the account and Cui Qi co-authored, added and revised, and only finalized the draft in the middle of the night. In the morning, I was in a hurry to ask the guy to take the whole piece of white paper and copy it down. The four characters "Mr. Shuixi" and the poem were written in large, dark ink colors that were so reflective that they were posted all over the city before dawn.
This poem has already caught the limelight at the beauty pageant, and it has long been sung in Huajie Liuxiang. Now it's called Ju Anzhai, and it's all over the street, and it's all the rage for a while. The literati passing by will have to comment a few words when they see it. I took the picture of Xiao Qiao, whom I felt pity for home.
And in a restaurant not far from a missing person notice, a young Tsing Yi official in his early twenties was smiling and asking the older, 30-year-old official next to him: "The study is really a place of integrity. When people go to pick up a painting, they have to write a notice to find someone. His family's paintings that imitated Cui Meiren are considered a masterpiece, and Li Xueshi really doesn't want people to bring them back?"
The bachelor looked at the crowd outside the building who were crowding in front of the notice to comment on the poems, smiled lightly, and said with a bit of indifference: "It's not a masterpiece, let alone the name of the first talent. Just call them. Keep it at home, the painting is good, but I don't want to be named as the first talent that makes a joke for Zhang Hua'er."
The young official shook his head: "There is a saying in the set of "Six Talents Pointing Schools and Three Kingdoms", 'It's a real celebrity who loves himself', a bachelor's degree is like this, and the first place is also judged by others, not by himself. Why should I be humble? My poem is really not as good as a bachelor, and I don’t have the opportunity. If I was lucky enough to get someone to criticize it at the front, I would take it away in public like that idler.”
Li Xueshi smiled: "Jiefu is young after all, and he is not afraid of the world's leisurely mouth, but I have spent many years in the Han Academy, and I don't have such a spirit."
The real No. 1 talent puts down the painting and refuses to ask for it, but there are many people who want this title and want this painting but can't.
The restaurant is adjacent to the Hanlin Academy, and Wan Hongbi, the editor in the courtyard, looked at the notice on the wall that the study had left the picture of Xiaoqiao in Yongzang for Shikui. If you know it's sold, what's the use of keeping it for the sour essay!"
An editor beside him greeted him with a smile and said with a smile, "If Brother Wan likes this picture, he would have ordered a few pictures from his house earlier, and sent them to the house for adults to enjoy at night."
Wan Hongbi smiled, looked at the poem with disdain and said, "I dare not take the love of my brother, I have already asked people to buy those paintings. I just can't stand the pretense and take it Joe's scholar!"
As early as that day at the garden party, he had asked someone to buy a full set of beauty pictures and brought them back.
Wan Shoufu is busy with official business on weekdays, but he does not have an idle painting and calligraphy shop like his grandson. , It looks like a treasure, I can't bear to borrow it, I can't think that the old man will see such a beautiful picture today."
The maids tried to compare them with the people in the paintings. They looked at the people and the paintings under the lights, but they felt that the people in the pictures were more gentle and beautiful, and their eyes were bright, which made these living people who can talk and move. A vulgar powder.
Wan Hongbi sighed: "This is really a fairy in a painting, and it's like walking down at any time. The imitation is still at this level, how wonderful was the original Cui Meiren?" What do you think, is it worth watching? Would you like to join the emperor too..."
Wan An was immersed in the painting, when he suddenly called his grandson back to his senses, and all of a sudden he lost interest. But facing the only precious grandson, he couldn't bear to get angry, he waved his hand and said, "It's easy for you to see the Son of Heaven, and it's easy to send in the painting? Your grandfather, the patriarch, has never seen the Son of Heaven. This thing can only be sent by the eunuch, but only a few paintings are too thin..."
Wan Hongbi asked anxiously: "Grandfather is the first assistant, and if there is a good painting, he will be the first to present it. If the second assistant is called to grab the first—"
Wan An finally looked at his grandson with a stern look: "You can say what happened to Liu Cifu? Don't even think about it, that's not the person you should talk about! Leave this painting and painting, you can go back, old man yourself To find ways to!"
This silly grandson really thinks he is the prodigy son of Liu Jue's family, and he wants to give something to the palace when he opens his mouth. Is it easy to give such a conspicuous thing
After the grandson left, Wan An called the old butler who had been with him for many years back and asked him how much the painting cost.
After learning that it was only 10 taels of silver, he put out the thought of sending the hanging scroll to the palace, and admired it for a while. The painting is really beautiful the more you look at it. The more you look at it, the more agile the people in the painting look, which aroused Wan Song Fu's endless creative desire. , In the daytime, the view is not enough. At night, a beautiful woman suddenly falls into a dream, and you look at its color, just like a person in a picture during the day.
As I wrote, I remembered that my beloved concubine had used a new soap in the past two days, the fragrance was faint, and the paper wrapped around the soap was printed with a shy red-clothed beauty. Get a piece of fragrant soap, and ask the one who wears a wedding dress to peek at people with his head down."
The soap paper was not very hard, and the picture was of the right size. It fit in the memorial, so he asked someone to take scissors and carefully cut it out, and put it on the back of the memorial.
Wan Shoufu's masterpiece entered the palace, and the emperor of Chenghua naturally wanted to appreciate it in person. His book is usually seen between the pen and ink, but this time it was directly accompanied by a picture, and the bright red color suddenly pierced into the emperor's eyes.
The emperor was surprised: "This is not, Gao Liang..."
Eunuch Gao quickly stepped forward to serve. The emperor closed the memorial with a snap, tucked it into his sleeve, shook his head and said, "Zhen, I mean that the big Qiao you presented is a good painting. He painted it, everyone learns it, and then paints it in other ways, people. They don't even recognize it."
Eunuch Gao said with a smile: "The emperor praised them like this, that the study room is really a blessing from the previous life. The slaves heard that the father and son of the owner of this house are the servants of Cui Xie and Cui An's family. Later, they served him in the countryside. Reading, the affection is very deep, let him put it well.
"After Mr. Cui donated the bookstore in his hometown, the servants used the craftsmen in it to rework it. Now that bookstore has opened a store in the capital, and what he bought is the courtyard of a south goods store in the east of Cui's family city."
The emperor glanced at him and wanted to ask him how the servant's shop bought the old master's property.
How could Eunuch Gao not know what he wanted to ask, and hurriedly replied: "It turns out that the Cui family is not good at managing production. Soon after Senator Cui's election, the shop will close. Cui Qian had no choice but to sell the stock in the shop at a low price, and the shop yard, The shop was sold to an old servant, but his old servant paid a high price. It is said that the shop sold for hundreds of silver, and with the money turnover, his family could live on."
Tan Nei Xiang, who was on the side, sighed and said, "This old servant is a righteous servant. I am afraid that it is the old servant who recites incense after he develops and tries to help the master's family live."
Gao Gong said: "It's the servant of righteousness! When Cui Anshou sold the goods at a low price, he even asked his servants to set the bad goods on fire, and the leftovers were sent to the nursing home in Daxing County, and the goods went around. Half the city, everyone saw it, and all the good things were sent."
Emperor Chenghua's eyes showed a hint of approval, and Qin Chang also sighed twice.
Only Liang Fang didn't like Gao Liang, and said with a dry smile: "I can't believe that Eunuch Gao has always been thinking about Cui's case, and he even talked about a shop in his family as if he had seen it in person."
Gao Liang glanced at him and said sternly: "It's not that I'm thinking about Cui's case, but Daxing County wrote to the Ministry of Industry a few days ago, asking the Ministry of Industry to implement elderly beds in nursing homes and medical offices in various places, which mentioned this. It was made by Mr. Cui. Although the emperor didn't agree at the time, he praised the bed as 'ingenious'. Eunuch Liang was busy with business and didn't know about it, but I had to serve the emperor at all times, even if the emperor Even a cough should be considered a major event. I don't know what the emperor has praised, and the things he has praised?"
Calling him such a series of reminders, the emperor of Chenghua also remembered that the Ministry of Industry seemed to have had such a memorial, and he also remembered Cui Xie, an old "prodigy".
Although he is a "child prodigy" who can't even write poetry, he has a generous and generous personality, and has both filial piety and righteousness. Emperor Chenghua remembered his expectations for him, so he glanced at Eunuch Gao and asked lightly, "How is he treating his family?"
Eunuch Gao almost thought that Cui Xie was his own person, so naturally he had to say good things everywhere, so he quickly replied, "This slave has never asked me any further questions, I only know that he was paralyzed in bed for his grandfather Feng, so he asked someone to make a bed for the elderly, okay? I asked my grandfather to sit up often, so as not to be hurt for a long time. Daxing County, because of his donation to the orphans, sent a plaque to his house with a sign of 'Ji Shan Ren Jia'. It should be seen more. ."
Emperor Chenghua listened, feeling slightly satisfied. But because I had no expectations in my heart, I was more strict with his character requirements, and I planned to investigate more, so I slowly said to Gao Liang: "You first, watch for me. Wait for his... step-brother, come back, and then, Report it to me and see how he treats him!"