Cui Xie also wanted to write something upside down for him to see, but unfortunately he didn't have the skills, so he picked up the rice cakes that were placed in the porcelain plate, and wrote with a pencil in the empty space of the plate "Since I see a gentleman, I write in my heart. Xi", pushing the plate and cake together.
Xie Ying pulled the edge of the plate and picked up a piece of rice cake, and the delicate pencil writing came and fell into his eyes.
When I see a gentleman, I write in my heart. Yan smiles and speaks, so she has a reputation.
As soon as he sees a gentleman, he will write his heart to the gentleman, and he will not hide it. The two of them accompany swallowing, smiling and happy, both of them can maintain their reputation and happiness...
Xie Ying read the poem word by word, recalling the verses that were not written later. When reading this poem, the storyteller on the other side of the shed was singing: "Gong Xie was reading the confession in the hall, and suddenly reported to the messenger of Yizhou, busy collecting letters and opening them, saying that the mountain field was trapped. The captain of the school has a statement: I order you to go to Feng's house quickly, and invite a virgin surnamed Wang..."
Isn't it a reputation, isn't it Hele? He would die of laughter listening to it. When Jin Yiwei was handling the case, where did he say so miraculously, that in the blink of an eye, if something happened, he could rescue his subordinates by asking a beautiful woman to help him, and make the thief fall into the trap
He couldn't help laughing softly, took off a piece of rice cake and wiped the writing on the plate, and looked up at Cui Xie.
Cui Xie was looking at him intently, and when he saw him looking over, he took the rice cake from his mouth and said with a smile, "These rap singers are actually good, but those who come and go often listen to Xu Xu, and they are still watching operas in the garden. Alright. But I don't know if Brother Xie prefers "The Story of the Pipa" or "The Headless Case"? I haven't watched either of these..."
Haven't seen it with him.
Xie Ying smashed the rice cake covered with toner in the palm of her hand, looked at the dark sky outside the oil-paper window and said, "It's not easy to watch a play? There are new plays every day in Goulan Hutong. It's messy; it's not as clean as Yude Building, and you can drink wine, but that house is playing the old drama of "Pipa Ji", and there is no new "Headless Case"."
He looked at Cui Xie and said meaningfully: "I prefer Pipa Ji, the lyrics are good, the music is good, the stage is well organized, and the person who arranges it is better."
Cui Xie responded with an equally rich smile - in fact, "The Headless Case of Liuying" was also made up by him.
Writers' vests are easy to be lifted, and planning can always hide and be famous. Cui Mou, the chief planner of the "Xie Gongan" series of courtyard books, dramas, and rap books, took out two pieces of silver and threw them on the table, greeted Xiao Er to check out, and wrote a note, folded it and told him to find a man Sent to Cui House.
Xie Ying waited for him to clean up and then went out of the tea shed together, and said under the bright starlight in the sky: "This tea meal will disturb the virtuous brother, and then let the foolish brother do his best, please listen to a "Pipa" "."
Cui Xie took the reins from the second hand and replied, "You're welcome, little brother."
The two got on their horses together, and Li Bai and the two horses walked side by side on the street. Now that it was getting dark early, they had not arrived at the first shift when they arrived at Yude Building. Many guests had left for dinner, and the people who wanted to stay overnight had not yet arrived, and the play had not yet started.
His family's small stage was on the first floor, so the two of them asked for an official seat on the second floor where they could see the stage, with screens on the left and right to separate them from other seats. Although it is not as clean as a home, it is more convenient than a small tea house.
And for the convenience of watching the play, the two chairs are set behind the table, so at least they don't have to write upside down when writing.
One of the two wrote a play, and the other booked the theater for five days in a row. Afterwards, they invited someone to the theater to watch it. Watching this "Pipa" is not as devoted as others. It was only in the last scene when Xie Ying asked for a seal on behalf of Wang Yaoniang, Xie Ying put his hand on the back of Cui Xie's hand that fell under the table, and whispered, "I don't know who wrote this, but it fits our original paragraph. ."
Surrounded by people who were drinking, their voices were so noisy that they almost drowned out his voice, but Cui Xie's ear was surprisingly good at this moment, and he heard these words clearly.
He also lowered his voice and replied: "It was written by Yang Ting and Yang Censorship. The Hanlin Academy was in charge of the official letter. When Brother Xie asked me to be honored as Jin Yiwei, it was also a strange thing. Master Yang and the others still remember..."
He held Xie Ying's hand with his backhand, and his eyes showed a light that was more dazzling than candlelight: "You always wanted to distance yourself from me, but this relationship has long been recorded in the Hanlin documents, and all the officials of the dynasty have seen it. So, how can you tell me?"
Xie Ying was taken aback when he heard Yang Chen's name, but before he could think deeply, his attention was taken away by his words that hit his heart.
clear...
He wanted to clear the relationship between the two at first, but he was afraid that Jin Yiwei's reputation would be bad, and that too much contact with Cui Xie would affect his reputation and future in Qingliu. But since Yang Xian was willing to write this play, Li Xueshi could be involved in it... They can write plays for Jin Yiwei from Hanlin, maybe they don't think that Cui Xie shouldn't associate with him
Is it because this kind of thing doesn't matter in their Hanlin hearts, or is it because he has been patrolling the city for several months in the capital, making those people feel that he has a good character and can still get along with him
If it is the latter, then as long as he holds the prison justly, protects Qingliu, and becomes a respectable official, Cui Xie will have more contacts with him, and he should not be accused of Afu Jin Yiwei or the like behind his back.
So why can't he be bold and hope that in the future, the two of them will not sit together for a while in this quieter place where no one will see them, but openly befriend at the court
His hand made Cui Xie feel hot, and his thoughts also made him feel hot. He clenched the hand that was holding him, turned his head and gave Cui Xie a shallow smile: "If you can't tell the difference, then Don't leave."
Cui Xie's blood pressure rose sharply, and he regretted calling him to watch the play instead of having a meal at a restaurant with tight private rooms.
But it was too late to think about it at this time. Feng Yun and Yao Niang on the stage were married under the auspices of Xie Qianhu. This section is the audience's favorite. The money-sprinkling and applause below are undulating like waves. It's time for the show to end soon, and they should go back.
He couldn't turn back time, he could only hold that hand tightly and look at Xie Ying deeply.
Xie Ying seemed to have understood what he meant, nodded at him, stopped for a while, looked at the audience and said, "Let's go down now, we can still see the scene of lifting the hijab downstairs, and it's easy to go out. , the province asked the people downstairs to block it."
Then go. With the genuine Xie Ying there, Cui Xie didn't even want to watch Xie Qianhu in the play, not to mention Xie Qianhu stopped appearing in the bridal chamber after he went to the bridal chamber.
After they went downstairs, they didn't see a marriage drama after all, but directly asked Xiao Er to lead the horses and get on the horses separately. This restaurant is close to Xie's house, and the two of them didn't go along the way. Cui Xie bowed his hands and wanted to leave first, but Xie Ying silently called and went immediately, saying, "It's getting late, I'll take you back. If you meet Qianzhong I can also tell the people I am patrolling and ask them to take care of you."
After such a long journey... He has to go to work tomorrow. Cui Xie subconsciously had the urge to touch the phone to look at the watch, and then stretched his hand to his waist, and suddenly laughed at himself - where did the phone come from in the Ming Dynasty
Xie Ying came over to hold his reins and gently squeezed his horse's belly: "Let's go, the later the night, the colder it will be. Don't stand still here, it's easy to catch the cold."
However, along the way, they did not encounter patrols or watchmen. They only heard their voices from a distance across the street and saw the lights shining from many closed courtyards. The hooves of the two horses rang crisply in the night, but the sound was light and heavy, and the person on the horse had already changed to the back of the chestnut-colored and vigorous adult horse.
The wind was too cold at night. When Cui Xie went out, he didn't wear a leather or cotton cloak or cape. He just had a meal and was riding in the wind. What should he do if he fell ill
Xie Ying thoughtfully divided half of the clothes to him, and only stopped the horse when he got him home, and took back the front part. Cui Xie led his horse, looked at him sideways, and knocked on the corner door of Cui Mansion.
The door was opened from the inside, and a lantern stuck out from the crack of the door, illuminating his way home, while the figure of Xie Ying on the other side was getting farther and farther away, disappearing into the deep night.
Cui Xie stood at the door and watched for a long time, until the concierge stomped his feet in the cold, then he regained his senses, looked away from the end of the long alley, turned and walked into the house. There are bright lights in the yard, a warm house, hot soup and supper, and a family waiting for him...
There are still a lot of exam questions to be memorized over the years.
There are only ten months before the township examination in August next year, and it is just over 300 days.
Li Dongyang, Yang Tinghe, Yang Yiqing, and other famous prodigies are all waiting for him to inherit the glorious tradition of being a teacher. They have to take advantage of this game, otherwise where will they put their faces as teachers? Where is the prince's face
According to these prodigy predecessors, during the scientific examination, "the county test is difficult, the government test is difficult, and the Taoist test is the most difficult; the township test is easy, the general test is easy, and the palace test is especially easy." He can easily get the junior three yuan, and he can write articles that can be seen by Hanlin.
Because before the children's test, there are small questions in the test, especially the kind of "ruthless" cut-and-take questions. Just to pull together two unrelated questions and break a decent question can make people feel exhausted. In order to make the essay into the questions, it is not necessary to study the scriptures carefully, to be active, and to have enough luck to get into the examiner's eyes.
However, going to the township exam and the proficiency exam are all big questions, and the sage's articles are intercepted in paragraphs without distortion. And every year after the general examination, the imperial court has to release a few Chengwen essays to determine the style of writing for the next township examination and the general examination. After that, there will soon be a collection of essays imitating Chengwen on the market, and there are many authors who have just passed the examination. Jinshi, the Hanlin who chooses the hall...
Even if it's not well written, can't it be memorized
Even if the ancestral feng shui is not good, the previous life has bad grievances, pesters people to prevent people from progressing, most of them are people who can test this level, and the township test can't stop him.
However, only Cui Xie himself knew that he was at most the kind of scholar who had a good mind and worked hard. So in order to prepare for next year's exams, he has started looking for teachers to ask for exam papers over the years since August. He arranges classes according to the week. Test.
As for the Ming Dynasty's calendar without weeks - that doesn't matter, the day he started to memorize it was Monday.
When he came home, his grandparents had already slept, and the other courtyards were silent, no sound. The concierge took him into the small courtyard with a lamp, and asked the kitchen staff to fetch water to wash him, and the cook brought rice porridge to nourish his stomach.
Cui Xie sent them back to sleep. He sat at the table and slowly drank the porridge. He closed his eyes and turned his back on the PDF of the Sishuwen he had read during the day under the half-dark light.
It is a new article written by his teacher recently, "From Yao and Shun to Tang" three sections.
This article is different from his simple ancient prose style. It pays attention to the rhythm of "high and low length", and the article "manipulates the opening and closing" method. Li Dongyang is called the Wenzong in China, and naturally he does not only rely on the beauty of his poems, but his articles are also admired by the world. He introduced the rhythmic changes of poems into the article, focusing on controlling the rhythm of the article. He often used empty words in the article to soothe the tone, and the comparison and pairing also matched the rhythm very well.
The teacher's article is long here, and the student's bias is just right here. What else is faster than imitation
Mr. Li worked hard and did not expect him to come out of his heart, but he hoped that when he wrote articles, he could imitate his own style and cut the simple and steep style into a more mature style.
Cui Xie watched it over and over again, and gradually calmed down. He replaced the enthusiasm for love in his head with the enthusiasm for progress, and recited that "the life of a saint has a constant period, or preaching at the same time, or preaching in another world..."