My surname is Wang, my neighbor Wu Dalang

Chapter 288

"Singing and dancing in Liangyuan is full of romance, and fine wine is like a knife to relieve sorrow. I recall the joys of youth, and the lights outside the building late at night."

Hangzhou is a prosperous place in the south of the Yangtze River, and West Lake is a casino in Hangzhou.

Just like the Qinhuai River in Jinling and the Slender West Lake in Yangzhou.

This Louwai Building located by the West Lake is actually copied from the Fengle Building in Tokyo, or the earlier Fan Lou.

Of course, not just a restaurant.

There are also stretches of selling gold caves in the surrounding vassals.

There are restaurants, brothels, elegant houses, and gardens.

Moon pool, Shuomen, exotic flowers and plants, pavilions and pavilions are endless.

The so-called: "According to the meeting of the West Lake, there are thousands of peaks in a row, a vast expanse of blue, willows and flower docks, and the fences and sills, and the sailing and painting boats, and singing on the embankment are often downstairs, which is the most popular for sightseeing."

The outer building with three storey cornices and overlapping glazed eaves is majestic and majestic.Even though it was the setting sun, the building outside the building was already full of well-dressed dignitaries, scholars and literati.

Today is the so-called West Lake Poetry Club.

The organizer of the poetry club is Qian Ziyi, the son of Qian Zhongshu, the transfer envoy of Liangzhe Road, the second generation of the top in Hangzhou and Jiangnan, a well-known big shot, known as the head of the four sons of Jiangnan.

It is said that the origin of this West Lake Poetry Club is to give birth to a strange woman in Qian Ziyi's favor, and it has been organized since ten days ago.

As soon as Mr. Qian's invitations were distributed, there was a constant exchange of contacts between the sons of the rich and powerful in various states in the south of the Yangtze River and Hangzhou. Of course, as an arty poetry event, scholars from the great families in the south of the Yangtze River were naturally indispensable.

Therefore, although the admission quota is only 60 people, there are a total of 400 people who went to the scene to join in the fun.

Of course, most of them are soy saucers, so they can only endure the lingering cold wind in the south of the Yangtze River outside the building. When one or two excellent works are published at the poetry conference, they will flock to them.

Without Mr. Qian's golden invitation, Wang Lin and Yan Qing naturally couldn't get in.

But the so-called silver is the best pass, and there is nothing that cannot be done with money in this year, so Yan Qing used 100 taels of silver to exchange two tickets for entering the ceremony from the building steward outside the building.

The price is quite expensive.

There are meals and seats, but they are all on the periphery, and they do not have the right to speak in the poetry meeting.

Wang Lin took Yan Qing into the building outside the building and arrived at the poetry meeting site. He saw that there were still many spectators like him outside.

Those who are willing to pay such a high price are naturally not ordinary scholars, most of them are the children of the second-class high school.

The meeting place is an open hall, surrounded by young men in brocade clothes, all of them sitting upright with proud expressions, and there are two beautiful maidservants kneeling in front of the table, besides drinks, snacks and fruit, there are also Paper, ink and pen.

The background of the scholar-official family in the Song Dynasty is more than that in the south of the Yangtze River.

And the children of officials and eunuchs are also proud of dancing and writing, so all the people present are dressed in Confucian shirts and scholars, with hairpin flowers, gold waistbands, and waist adornments.

The young man sitting in the middle is about twenty people, with delicate features, wearing a black satin robe, with a silver hollow hibiscus flower border exposed inside the robe.

A jade belt is tied around the waist, and an ivory folding fan is held in hand.

This person is smiling, looking around, quite contented.

Wang Lin guessed that this was Qian Ziyi, the son of Qian Zhongshu, the first transfer envoy of Liangzhe Road, who was the head of Jiangnan civil servants.

This person has a handsome appearance and a prominent family background, but his face is slightly pale.

Dozens of sons and daughters were chatting, the voices were noisy, only Qian Ziyi got up and waved his hands, and the meeting place fell silent, which showed Qian Ziyi's status in the small circle of Jiangnan's second generation.

Qian Ziyi smiled and said: "Today, I have invited famous scholars in the south of the Yangtze River and high-ranking brothers from various prefectures. The first is to make friends through literature, and the second is to recite poems to celebrate the birthday of the real lady... I hope you will give me your advice. If you can come up with one or two good works , into the eyes of a real lady, Bo Jia smiled, and I will thank you with a pearl of the East China Sea."

Everyone immediately applauded eagerly.

Qian Ziyi laughed again: "In today's Song Dynasty literary world, if you look at poetry, there are only three people who can be called great masters. They are Wang Lin from Shandong, Li Qingzhao, a layman from Yi'an, and my real lady from Jiangnan."

On the side of Qian Ziyi's seat, a young man in green clothes and long gown smiled and said, "Brother Ziyi is self-effacing. From Du's point of view, the above three people are actually not as talented as brother Ziyi."

The words of the young man in Tsing Yi immediately attracted many people to echo him.

This person is Du Cheng, the youngest son of Du Pu, the chief officer of the Academic Affairs Department (Xuezheng) of Liangzhe Road.

Qian Ziyi shook her head: "Brother Du's remark is inappropriate, I have little talent and learning, how dare I stand side by side with Yi Anju and Zhen Niangzi, it's too much reputation, too much reputation."

"Not to mention Layman Yi An, who is famous all over the world, the real lady, even if it is Wang Lin, one que was given to Zhang Taiwei's drunken lamp to look at the sword, one que was given to Li Shishi's touching fish, and the other que was given to Yi An It is really amazing that the king of the layman gave birth to me but did not give birth to me, and I did not grow old after giving birth to the king, this talent is no less than that of scholar Su."

Another young man in blue got up and said with a smile: "Brother Ziyi said it is true, I also admit that Wang Lin is a person who has learned from ancient times and modern times. In fact, if he has no talent and learning, I am afraid that layman Yi An will not do it." Be overwhelmed, let's make a promise with your body? Talented men and talented women, it's really a good story through the ages."

This person is Xue Ting, the second son of Xue Guanru, the prefect of Hangzhou.

Everyone laughed, and Du Chengcheng interjected with a smile: "So, with brother Ziyi's talent and learning, he and a real lady can be called a perfect couple, just like Wang Lin and Li Yi'an."

A smile appeared on the corner of Qian Ziyi's mouth, and subconsciously glanced at the bead curtain behind her seat from the corner of her eye.

There is the inner room, and today's true master and true lady is behind it.

However, there was silence and no movement inside.

Outside, Yan Qing cast a strange glance at Wang Lin.

He didn't expect that the news about Wang Lin and Li Qingzhao would spread to the south of the Yangtze River. Fortunately, it was a good story, and it wouldn't hurt the prince's reputation.

Wang Lin's face was calm, but he took a look inside his attribute panel, and saw that the reputation column had actually increased a lot. Yesterday it was 27, but now it is 30.

This means that as his reputation spreads, his reputation will gradually increase, and he doesn't need to do anything at all.

It also means that he will copy more poems in the future, which will help increase his reputation and achievements.

Qian Ziyi bowed and bowed behind the bead curtain: "The poetry meeting is about to begin, and please ask the real lady to give me the title."

As soon as the words fell, a delicate maid came out and handed a piece of paper to Qian Ziyi.

Qian Ziyi took it, glanced at it with a smile, and then exclaimed: "The real lady has produced another excellent work, everyone is blessed!"

"The flowers on Lianli's branches are blooming, and the wind and rain will urge each other. I wish to teach Qingdi to always be the master, and don't send green moss one after another. Inscribed on Luohua."

After Qian Ziyi finished singing, all the sons and daughters were beaming with joy, and began to think about how to write poems.

Outside, Wang Lin listened to this quatrain, although his face was still calm, but his heart was really shocked: it turned out to be Zhu Shuzhen?

The title is Youqi Jushi, young Yinghui, broad knowledge of classics and history, good at writing and painting, proficient in rhythm, especially Gong poetry, and Li Qingzhao are known as the two talented women of the Song Dynasty, South Zhu and North Li.

Historically, there have always been different opinions about the birth and death dates of Zhu Shuzhen's native place, and Wang Lin did not expect that Zhu Shuzhen would appear in Hangzhou at this time.

In his previous life, Wang Lin liked Zhu Shuzhen very much, "On the willow's head on the moon, after the dusk when someone makes an appointment", but in this year, it is really commendable for Zhu Shuzhen to be such a swan song and elope with someone.

Yan Qing was really bored by the melodious voices chanted by the young masters on the field. Standing behind Wang Lin, he watched and cared, and almost fell asleep.

Until the poems written by the people in the venue seemed to be unsatisfactory to the beauty, including Qian Ziyi's own poems for the occasion, the atmosphere of the scene became a little awkward.

Xue Ting retreated angrily, cursing Zhu Shuzhen who was behind the bead curtain in his heart: a Hangzhou official and a deserted woman can only write two poems, so she thinks she is a fairy in the sky, that is, Qian Ziyi has lost her head. He actually fell in love with her and focused on making her happy, but even so, she didn't seem to appreciate it.

No pretense.

Du Cheng and Meng Donglin, the son of Mumbai, the head of the Hangzhou Manufacturing Bureau, looked at each other, and they both read a hint of sarcasm in each other's eyes.

The reason why they came to cheer was nothing more than flattery to the Qian family. As for this so-called real lady, in their eyes, they were not even as good as the beautiful maids around them.

As a result, a group of unspeakably expensive sons made fun of her one after another, and she actually put on a bad show.

But despite the slander and reprimand in his heart, he didn't dare to say it out of his mouth, even on the surface, he didn't dare to show any emotion.

After all, Qian Zhongshu is no different from Jiangnan Wang, and their wealth and wealth are all tied to the Qian family.

Qian Ziyi's slightly deeper gaze turned to the periphery.

His eyes fell on Wang Lin inadvertently.

This is an era that pays attention to clothes. The more beautiful, well-dressed, and personable a person is, the more attention-grabbing they will be. But Wang Lin sitting here, compared with the surroundings, is really a little bit out of the ordinary.

Qian Ziyi clasped her fists from a distance and said, "I don't know this dear man, what is Gao's name?"

Wang Lin got up slowly, and returned a salute: "My lord..."

He was about to say that he was going to Yanqing, but when he saw Yanqing staring at him with a blushing face, he smiled slightly and changed his words: "I'm in Hanting, a member of the capital's family, studying in the south of the Yangtze River, just in time for the poetry meeting, so I came to observe it."

Yan Qing put her hand on her forehead, thinking that the prince...has started pretending to be the concubine's elder brother again. If this creates a disturbance and spreads it, Han Ting, the senior brother of the Han family in the capital, is afraid that he will not be implicated?

Qian Ziyi thought about it for a while, and hurried over: "Brother Han is from the capital. Could it be that he is a descendant of the Prime Minister's family, the Han family?"

The Han family in the capital had hairpin tassels for many generations, several generations of prime ministers, and had a great reputation among the gentry.

Wang Lin is such a handsome and handsome person, of course Qian Ziyi would think of the Han family.

Wang Lin smiled slightly: "A...is a descendant of the Han family."

He is the son-in-law of the Han family, so what he said is not a lie.

Qian Ziyi laughed loudly: "It turns out that you are a high-ranking brother in the prime minister's residence. Disrespect and disrespect! Brother Han, please sit inside. I don't know if there is a problem with flowers just now. Can brother Han have a good work?"

Naturally, Wang Lin didn't come to Louwailou today to be arty and join in the fun.

If he wanted to break Jiangnan's situation, he had to find a powerful prying point.

And these children of the powerful and powerful in the south of the Yangtze River were the candidates he selected for his planning.

So he was not humble, and just smiled indifferently and followed Qian Ziyi into the field, instantly becoming the focus of everyone's attention.

Today he is wearing a long robe embroidered with green patterns, and a milky white double-breasted jacket with bright silk surface on the back.

The robe was turned up and tucked into the white jade belt around the waist, and white deerskin boots were worn on the feet, which were convenient for riding.

The jet-black hair was neatly combed in a bun on the top of the head, set in a delicate white jade crown, with a pale green silk crown dangling from both sides of the jade crown, and a flower knot tied at the lower forehead.

Not to mention her background, just her attire and her handsome appearance are the best among all others.

But most of the second generations around showed arrogance, and none of them got up to salute.

What about the Han family in the capital, can they manage to come to the south of the Yangtze River?
So what if she was handsome, but she was just a stinky skin.

(End of this chapter)