Li Dongyang didn't say much about the affairs in the palace, nor did he share his inscription poem with the Hanlin people, called Renci Rhyme and Poetry or something.
All the Hanlin people were still waiting to hear his new work. Seeing his disillusioned appearance, it was estimated that it was the first popular poem for socializing. Dynasty monuments, or pictures of birthday celebrations such as the Antarctic old man and Songhe Yannian
Li Dongyang sighed: "It's a picture of an immortal congratulating his birthday, and it's very well drawn. It's just a pity that it's difficult for me to face it, and I have to write some common sayings for congratulations on birthday. It's not beneficial to the court and the country? Elsewhere, isn't there so much in front of you?"
He walked to Cui Xie's collection of paintings, turned a few pages down, and looked at the amazing costumes of the protagonists' thousands of households. Are you wearing the wide robe and the narrow-sleeved Hu clothes from the previous dynasty? And this one who jumped down, why does the clothes look like they are wearing clouds, is this a human or a fairy?"
These clothes have caught up with the Eight Immortals of Shangdong in "The Immortals Celebrating Their Longevity". If he hadn't been able to recognize Xie Zhenfu's face, he wouldn't have believed that this was the story of their Daming.
Yang Tinghe pointed at the picture and said, "He Zhong said that this is a matter of the Tang Dynasty, and the bachelor should be the Tang Dynasty's. By the way, I just watched the excitement, but I don't know which dynasty it was from? Taizong, Gaozong, Xuanzong..."
Cui Xie proudly introduced: "It was the first year of Emperor Xuanzong's reign! The students thought that when Qinglian layman left the court because he offended Gao Lishi, his teacher Li Xueshi also offended the eunuch, and taught Liang and Wei Yidang to change and frame them..."
Teacher Li Dongyang coughed a few times and patted him heavily on the shoulder: "How can I compare to Shixian, your teacher! Besides, if you named Liang and Wei on Gao Lishi, you wouldn't be afraid of the supervisor. Isn't Eunuch Gao happy?"
Ouch, just thinking about Li Bai and Li Dongyang's likeness, Yang Guifei is also a match for Wan Guifei, so I forgot Eunuch Gao. Then there can only be two more eunuchs surnamed Liang and Wei in the palace, and Gao Lishi can continue to be a good eunuch who can save people like their father-in-law.
Cui Xie happily admitted his mistake, but the Hanlins laughed: "It's interesting that Li Xueshi's name is Li Taibai. After this drama was released for a few years and decades, the younger generation may really think the story in the drama as true. It is said that "Scholar Qinglian is here now, and Mr. Xi Ya is behind"."
"I can't..."
Li Dongyang is not as thick-skinned as a student, and can accept the legend of Li Bai's reincarnation calmly. He suppressed the flattery of his colleagues and told them to delay the unwritten case and finish the story drawn by Cui Xie first.
The Hanlins smiled and cupped their hands to Yang Tinghe: "Master Yang has worked hard, I just hope that Master Yang will finish writing it earlier, so that you can watch this drama during the New Year!"
Master Yang stroked his sleeves and pretended to be angry: "I am the reincarnation of Yang Jingxian at the beginning of the country, and I couldn't write a set of courtyard books in a hurry. I wrote it, can those Zaju troupes line up? Look at the characters in this picture soaring and fighting. The scene is like a fairy and a demon, and it is not for mortals. If you are in a hurry to read the story, you might as well ask Hezhong to rush to draw it for you!"
Teacher Li was reluctant to let his students paint at this time, so he hurriedly protected Cui Xie, and in turn scolded Yang for review: "Brother Yang Xian has spent a lot of time in the Hanlin Academy, how can you push the matter on one of his candidates who is waiting for the test!"
Mr. Yang smiled and said: "Painting is the little brother who opened the study behind him and took the artisan to paint, without the effort of your beloved disciple. As for the story and the accompaniment, Mr. Wang, I don't want Langjun to pay him back. Waiting for Cui Hezhong to chase him back on horseback with arrows? You should put some effort into writing this story!"
Wang Hua rolled up his sleeves and said with a smile: "Yang review is not worth it because he is busy alone, and he has to help others. Anyway, there are only one or two lines below this picture. Write it down one after another according to your book, so that those who can't watch the show should watch it."
Wang Zhuangyuan took up the errand, and Liang Zhuangyuan couldn't help but join in the fun: "I will also come. Since the "Pipa Ji of Wang Yaoniang" came out, today's young talents have been chanting the name of the stone lay Buddhist. , write the accompanying words for this collection, maybe in the future, Wang Xiu’s writings of the names of Longquan Hermit and Yu Zhousheng will also be passed down to people.”
There are not many people in the Hanlin who can write whole Zaju and Southern operas, but if you only write a word with a picture, everyone can write a flower!
Several young editors who were admitted to the Han Academy in the same year as Liang Zhuangyuan simply agreed with it, and pulled Cui Xie to ask him what the prototype of the story was, so they could expand it accordingly.
If there are these great talents to help make up the plot and fill in the good words and sentences, he only needs to write a summary, it will be too simple. Cui Xie looked at the friendly and curious Hanlins, and suddenly had the illusion of becoming a capital boss, opening a studio, and supporting a group of great writers...
Of course, it was just an illusion. The great gods belonged to the imperial court, and he was just a candidate who had to write their homework.
Cui Xie took out the set list and left it to the bigwigs, so that they could design stories according to their personalities during the investigation and collection of evidence from thousands of households, infer with Xie Zhenfu the real culprit behind them, and lead thousands of households to kill the Japanese pirates. The image of Yingwei at the time.
The chief writers Yang Tinghe and Wang Hua asked him strangely: "Where can we see Japanese pirates in Beijing? It's better to write about them than to write about the northern Tatars, that is the big trouble at the border!"
No, no, no, the Tatars can still return to the contradictions within the nation after a few hundred years, and the Japanese pirates are the enemy who will never die!
He persuaded very seriously: "Japanese pirates harass the coastal areas, and the danger of burning, killing and looting is no less than that of the nine-sided Tartars. Moreover, the Tartars are rude, not good at using sinister tactics, and the Japanese pirates have a sinister mind. It is more reasonable for them to do it than for the Tartars."
Several adults still only felt that the Japanese pirates were suffering from scabies, and the Tartars were the enemy. However, this is just a collection of paintings and a drama, so don’t worry too much about it—there are already so many pictures of real women with short hair and short hair in the collection, so let’s write according to real women first, and then the next book, the next one. In a play, the Tartar is the enemy again.
Wang Zhuangyuan made a promise to write a book at the Li family, and he also took home the 14,000 line drafts that Xiao Cui Qi drew while they were eating and the brief manuscripts copied by the Li family's family.
He entered the study with wine and high spirits, piled the manuscript on the table, called someone to wash his hands and change his clothes, changed into loose household clothes, and turned the manuscript page by page. In the blank space next to the characters, the identity, temperament, preferences, weapons, fighting methods, etc. of the people in the painting are written. As he watched, he also recalled their images in the atlas and what they had done, so that the story could be continued from that book.
This manuscript was not written by him alone, but each person wrote about several thousand households who went deep into the enemy's line, and finally put it together, and then discussed and wrote it while taking advantage of the interval.
The first paragraph he wants to write is that Xiao Xu Qianhu visits the thieves' den at night, and goes back to report the truth to Xie Zhenfu. In order to find out the bandit leader behind these people, Xie Zhenfu wants to send someone to pretend to be a woman and take the opportunity to infiltrate them. part of the lair.
According to Choi Xie's original manuscript, the woman in it was Ahn Qianhu of the flag-bearer Wei. An Qianhu in the painting has a small face and bright eyes. He is wearing tight-fitting woven flowers, and his figure is also shorter and thinner than others, and he looks a bit delicate just looking at men's clothes.
He is usually rigorous, and has never looked down on men who "conquer demons". When it was his turn to write a play, he only thought that An Qianhu in the painting was the most suitable to disguise himself and explore the enemy's camp, and he didn't feel any ill will. He spread the paper and researched ink with great interest, and pondered on the paper for a long time. He wanted to write a poem for An Qianhu first.
The words written jointly by several Hanlins, as a champion and a senior, can't he be weaker than others!
Wang Zhuangyuan had just written two sentences, "Shuanghuan Zapei shakes Dingdong, the youth is a member of Mingguang Palace", when someone suddenly knocked on the door, and a family member was heard at the door: "Master, Brother Ren is back! Brother Ren heard that the master is not here. In the hall, I will study in the study when I come back, and I will come to say hello."
When he communicated, there were messy footsteps and low voices in the courtyard, and he was about to enter the door.
Wang Hua's heart skipped a few beats, and he quickly piled the manuscripts under his hands into a pile, and put a lot of paper on top of them, and hid the manuscripts before his son entered the door.
When Wang Shouren came in, he saw his father standing at the table, leaning against the desk, instead of sitting on a chair as relaxed as he usually came to greet him. The fifteen-year-old boy was very thoughtful. Seeing his father's uncomfortable posture, he asked thoughtfully, "Is there something wrong with my father's body? Or is this chair broken? My son will ask someone to change the table and chair. Come?"
Where is the table and chairs not good, the things on the table can't be seen by my son.
It doesn't matter if he is Lao Tzu and his colleagues write some pastime stories with pictures, but his son can't read such a mess of idle books!
Wang Hua stood in front of the table and said lightly: "It's nothing, I have to sort out some documents for my father, you go back first... You just got home?" He was nervous when he was collecting books, and his thoughts suddenly became clear, and he immediately tried his son again. : "Where have you been today? It's not like you're going to the Minister of Communications and Political Affairs again!"
Wang Shouren lowered his head and replied: "Father, don't worry, I didn't go to the Minister of General Affairs. These days, Li Xueshi called the eunuch to frame him, and his son was worried about the damage to the gentleman of the court, so he had no intention of requesting an expedition to the north. Now Li Xueshi is out of prison, and his son is with several classmates. I wrote a poem to celebrate."
It turned out to be the Poetry Club. This child has seen a big event, but he has grown a lot... Wang Hua twitched his beard and nodded: "You are also getting older every year, so you can restrain your old temper in the future and learn to learn. A disciple of Li Xueshi's family, you are a good student, and you will be admitted to a Juren Jinshi as soon as possible, and you won't be able to serve the country until you pass the test."
Wang Shouren smiled freely: "How can you come up with a plan for peace for the Tatars just by reading? The ancients said that reading ten thousand volumes of books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. My son wants to go out to Juyongguan to see the truth of the border, and he will go to the next time. Good words have things, the Pope knows my talents!"
This is not enough for Xiaozi's books, and he is going to run out of the gate!
Wang Hua was so angry that he picked up the book and threw it at him, telling him to tilt his head and dodge it. He also said, "The small stick is accepted, and the big stick is for filial piety." .
When he was about to throw it away, Wang Zhuangyuan suddenly remembered that there was a picture of Jinyiwei hidden under the book that could not be seen by his son - now he only needs to go out of Shanhaiguan, what if he looks at the picture and wants to go to Dongying at sea!
He put the book back again and put it back on the stack of paintings. Seeing that his father no longer wanted to beat him, Wang Shouren smiled and said, "Since my father has agreed, then my son will make preparations and go out to see the border one day."
Wang Hua said angrily: "Who promised you to go! The end of the year is coming soon, you stay at home honestly for me, and when the spring season is over next year, I will give up my old face and send you to the Cui Mansion, and ask Cui Hezhong to discipline you! Don't think that people say that you are a person who wants to become a great person, and you can't manage it in the way of a mediocre person, so I don't care about you. Even if I don't want a son who is a great person, I can't tell you to act like this!"
Wang Shouren only said, "Thank you for your praise." He was neither angry nor afraid, and went out respectfully, leaving his father in the room sighing.
Wang Hua has always felt that this son has extraordinary abilities, but no matter how extraordinary he is, he has to live a good life to have an extraordinary day. Is the border gate a place where such a fifteen or sixteen child can go with a slap of his head
He sighed for a long time, then took out the sketches and the poems he had just written, and then continued with the sentence "… I would rather be poor in order to buy books, everything is too early to return home". Unconsciously, he pinned his expectations for his son on An Qianhu in his writings, and the characters' temperaments and images were gradually stained with Wang Shouren's shadow.
While mulling over the words and developing the plot according to the outline, he thought bitterly: After this book is printed, he must control his son and not allow him to see this kind of wild and runaway thing!
The author has something to say: I almost forgot, the poem is Li Dongyang's "Send Zhongweixin as an envoy to Huainan"
The two sentences in the last chapter are also his, and they were excerpted from the ten poems of Qiwo.