Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 54 Become famous in one battle

If we talk about who is the most popular person in the literary world in recent years, the number one must be Xia Linxia Daosheng. First there was the gentle anticipation of "Dielianhua", then the neatness and magnificence of "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng", and then the expression of emotion and rippling of "Fu on the Red Cliff". This guy's works are sung from the harem to the brothels. Nowadays, if any singing girl can't play the Qingping tune and sing the section "Explaining the infinite hatred of the spring breeze, leaning on the railings of the north of Chenxiang Pavilion", she would be embarrassed to ask her patron for money.

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Jinling is a place of unparalleled splendor. During this deserted time, there was a gorgeous woman on a boat who was reading a poem or an essay. She was leaning against the bed, holding a bronze sparrow warm stove in her hands, quietly watching the snow falling on the river and fishing alone in the cold river.

A soft cry disturbed the dozing maid next to her. The maid looked up and said, "Miss, what's wrong? Why do you look so sad?"

Although she is called a young lady, she is the descendant of an official family. A few years ago, when she was only fourteen years old, her family was persecuted by Prime Minister Gao. Her father and brother were exiled to Lingnan and their life and death are still unknown. She was sentenced to be a prostitute in the painted boat run by the court. However, the manager had received favors from her father and brother, and Miss Ling was naturally beautiful and well-read, so she was made into the most beautiful courtesan on the boat that day, named Yu Tingyun, and was known as the two beauties of Qinhuai together with Feng Lingyue from the Peony Tower next door.

Countless men of letters and scholars flocked to these two, and the manager knew very well that if such a woman was exposed, her value would plummet, so he deliberately created a character for her who only talked about love and romance and not about her body. In addition, she was a good writer of sad and mysterious lyrics, which really attracted a group of wanderers to pay a large sum of money to have a drink with her.

At the end of last year, someone even paid 100,000 gold to have the honor of catching a glimpse of her beauty. Once the news got out, it became a legend for that person, even better than the thousand gold dollars spent on horse bones back then.

Now that the spring break is over, their off-season has arrived. According to her status, she has one month of rest in a year, but it is actually to create a cool and aloof persona. After all, ordinary prostitutes have to receive customers even when they are having sex.

"Hey...hey..."

After sighing twice in succession, Miss Tingyun looked a little melancholy and felt lost. She just held the poem against her chest and looked into the distance with complicated and hazy eyes.

It took her a long time to come back to her senses. She turned to look at her maid: "I took out the Butterfly Love Flower again yesterday and read it several times. And the Qingping Diao... Alas..."

"Miss, you just looked at it, why are you sighing?"

"I lament that the beauty inside the wall can't laugh, and I lament that I can't meet her under the moon on the fairy platform..." She lowered her eyes, with deep sadness in her eyes: "If only I could meet the poet, and ask him to write a poem for me, just one poem... I don't know how to express my feelings, I feel so depressed."

The maid quickly comforted her, "Miss, you have a month off, right? Since the poet won't come, why don't we go find him? You can find him, give him some money, and ask him to write a poem for you. Isn't that wonderful?"

"Don't talk nonsense! If I use money to waste this thing, wouldn't it be a mockery to him and me?" Miss Tingyun propped up her chin and said, "Besides, I'm just a slave prostitute, people will look down on me."

"Well... let's go take a look and see what that person is like. I have heard a little about him, but I wonder if he is not the right person."

"Oh?" Miss Tingyun's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and she moved closer to the maid curiously: "Quick, quick, quick, tell me."

The maid recalled for a moment, then said, "I heard from the sisters on the boat that one of their guests came from there. It is said that the person who wrote the poem is actually a teenager, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with red lips, white teeth, clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes. He is very handsome and talented. Not only did he amaze everyone at Tengwang Pavilion, but he also seems to have made some noise this year."

"Oh? What's the noise?" Miss Tingyun blinked quickly, looking extremely expectant.

The maidservant told the young lady about the challenge on the second day of the first lunar month like telling a story. After being spread a thousand miles away, the meaning of this thing had changed a lot. It was actually an ordinary competition over there, but after coming here and being passed on by word of mouth with emotions, it has become as exciting as "The Monkey King steals the elixir and rebels against the gods in Heaven to catch monsters."

Miss Tingyun has lived in a big house since she was a child. As soon as she was a little sensible, she was locked up in a high-rise building on the houseboat and was ordered not to have much contact with the outside world. Therefore, her life was extremely scarce. She had never experienced such an exciting life before, so she was addicted to it after hearing it. Even her breathing began to speed up and slow down with the rhythm of the story.

When Miss Tingyun heard Zhang Zhongchun's witty words about Afang Palace, her spirit was extremely tense. The power of Afang Palace Fu was indeed great. She had had the honor to read it, but she did not expect that it would come out in such a scene.

But soon when she heard Xia Daosheng's recitation of Red Cliff, a smile appeared on her face and her mood suddenly relaxed. He had also read Red Cliff, and he was able to write such a high level of Red Cliff under such pressure. It was really true that if Xia Daosheng had not been born, the literary world would have been in darkness forever.

However, after hearing the story, Miss Tingyun's mood became even more difficult to calm down. In fact, she had become a bit of a crazy fan. Although she could obviously eat eggs peacefully, she just wanted to take a look at the chicken laying eggs.

Of course, the deeper reason behind this is that Miss Tingyun is still proud in her bones, and she thinks she is worthy of Xia Daosheng writing a poem just for her.

And what you write for her can't be bad, you have to start with the level of Luoshenfu. Luoshenfu! Do you understand? Xia Daosheng, you'd better be sensible and start with Luoshenfu!
"Miss, why don't you tell the steward that we can take a boat all the way west along the river and arrive in no time, about ten days."

Just as they were talking, there was a sudden commotion outside, and then a eunuch ran in hurriedly, panting and saying, "Oh no, oh no, the young master of the Qin family is causing trouble again."

"Duke Qin's young master? Li Jiancheng?"

Miss Tingyun frowned when this name was mentioned. This young master of Duke Qin's family was really annoying. He would come over and make a noise every time he got drunk. It was okay if she didn't see him, but if she had seen him several times, she would have almost been molested by him.

But the power of the Li family, Duke of Qin, was very great, and Tianyifang, even though it was a flower boat operated by the imperial court, could not afford to offend such a person. He came to cause trouble several times and they had to swallow their anger, but who knew when he would succeed.

At this moment, the steward of Tianyifang walked in quickly. His face was as gloomy as water and his expression was serious. "Tingyun, pack up your things and leave Jinling quickly while you have a day off. The young master just got anxious and went back to get someone. If he doesn't see you, it's fine. But if he sees you, you won't be able to escape this time."

Hearing this news, Tingyun also panicked: "What should I do?"

"This young master came here to celebrate His Majesty's birthday. After March 3rd, he will naturally return to Qin. You will have to stay out there for a few days and return to Jinling after March 3rd. I have prepared a boat for you. You can ask them to take you wherever you want to go."

This... this... isn't this like a sleepy head hitting a pillow? I was just struggling to figure out how to get the steward to release the man, but I didn't expect that Duke Qin Li Yuan's son would come up and help me. If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely write a letter to thank this young master's eight generations of ancestors.

After gathering some clothes and taking some silver, Miss Tingyun and her maid hurriedly left the houseboat, and quickly took a car to the pier to board the ship heading west.

At this moment, Xia Lin had just been summoned to Hongdu Prefecture by an order. However, it was probably about the proper deployment of military power. This news really made Xia Lin jump for joy.

Don't underestimate these 500 militiamen. Although they are small, they still have military power. The first thing after getting the military power is to open up the salt and iron to him. The reason why Xia Lin didn't start to tinker with iron before is because the salt and iron are the country's original authorization and it would be regarded as treason to tinker with them easily. Now that he has obtained the 500 militiamen, it means a certain degree of casting rights, and he can cast weapons and armor.

Another thing is that the acquisition of 500 militiamen means that Xinping Township has a certain degree of autonomy. Currently, due to the participation of aristocratic families in politics, the court's control over the lower levels is not that strict. As long as there is no major chaos, the region is generally autonomous. As long as the annual taxes are paid, they can do whatever they want. It is somewhat similar to the feudal system of the Zhou emperor, but compared to that time, the power of the royal court is still greater.

But this actually had no effect on Xia Lin. What he wanted at this stage was not five hundred militiamen, but the power to cast iron, store salt, and cultivate land. Five hundred people might be a small number, but with this power, ordinary county magistrates would have to bow their heads when they saw him.

This is the difference between having soldiers and having no soldiers.

So Xia Lin happily went to Hongdu Prefecture to receive the reward.

Because the water flow was calm at that time and one could directly enter Poyang Lake by boat, Xia Lin reached Nanchang County in less than four days and then reached Hongdu Prefecture in another day.

But what awaited him was not rosy praise but a barrage of scolding.

"Xia Daosheng, Xia Daosheng, you really want to die! You want to die!" When Lao Guo saw him, he pointed at his nose and cursed: "What on earth are you thinking about with your dog brain?"

Xia Lin scratched his head: "What's wrong?"

"What did you do? Did you give away the movable type?"

Oh... this. Xia Lin took a deep breath. This was really his own negligence. He didn't have time to tell Lao Guo. This was his immediate superior. If he didn't figure out such a big thing, it would be no injustice for him to be dragged out and sunk in Poyang Lake.

"Master Guo, please calm down and listen to me carefully."

Old Guo sat on the stool angrily and pointed at Xia Daosheng: "If you can't convince me today, just wait and see. If I don't kill you, I will take your surname Xia!"

(End of this chapter)