I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 82 The Consequences of the "Bastard"'s Angry
The two of them went straight up to the fifth floor and sat in a private room. Looking out the window, they could see the beautiful scenery of the Huanglong River and the Xiuba Mountain in the distance.

The mountain is shrouded in white clouds, the peaks are steep and the scenery is quite magnificent.

Chen Zhian ordered the dishes and then drank with Li Xushi.

Li Xushi had only drunk rice wine, but there was no rice wine in Yinhe Tower. In order to cater to his taste, Chen Zhian only ordered yellow wine.

Li Xu was not used to the mellow aroma of rice wine at first, but after drinking two cups, he felt hot and his face flushed, and he began to appreciate the goodness of this wine.

There were also many dishes and banquets that were not available in other restaurants, which greatly broadened Li Xushi's horizons.

"Brother, such a nice place, such good food and wine, a meal here, I'm afraid it will cost one or two taels of silver, right?"

Li Xushi lowered his voice and asked carefully.

Chen Zhian nodded seriously and said, "About the same. One tael of silver may not be enough."

Li Xushi was suddenly frightened and lamented that he did not have enough money to spend in Xuantianjing.

While the two men were eating and drinking, the eyes of other literati on the fifth floor kept sweeping over them, with most of their gazes lingering on Chen Zhian's face, probably because they were surprised that Chen Zhian was so young.

A quarter of an hour has passed.

Jiang Taiping hasn't come yet, perhaps he hasn't been on duty yet.

In the distant sky, evening clouds have already appeared, and the evening clouds are slowly spreading across the orange-red sky, like a slowly unfolding landscape painting.

The mountains in the distance were also shrouded in twilight and were dimly visible.

Li Xushi was stunned and said with emotion: "My master always told me that only Old Sword Mountain had such magnificent scenery, but I never thought that I could see such a beautiful scenery in the bustling and noisy Xuantianjing."

Chen Zhian was about to answer when the waiter in the building brought in a letter.

Chen Zhian took the letter, looked up, and saw four or five young men in fancy clothes smiling and nodding at him in another private room not far away.

This letter came from them.

Chen Zhian opened the envelope and took out the letter. The content of the letter was not long. Apart from the polite greetings at the beginning, it basically asked...

Chen Zhian is so young, and has the talent of painting and writing poetry, but I don't know which family in Sunan Prefecture he is from? Could it be the Chen-Ma Chen family?

Li Xushi leaned over and asked curiously: "Brother, I only know that you are from Sunan Prefecture, but I don't know your origin."

Chen Zhian took the pen that had been prepared on the table, with the ink already ground in it. He wrote a few lines on the letter calmly and then asked the waiter to send it back.

Li Xushi was a little surprised and said, "Brother, your father is actually a private school teacher? It is said that when I was young, my master and brother wanted to invite a teacher to the mountain to teach me how to read and write.

But later, when my second senior brother came back, I didn’t invite him anymore and just asked him to teach me.

It’s just… my second senior brother was quite strict, and I suffered a lot in my childhood.

At that time, I often thought that if the second brother had not come back, but invited a gentle gentleman to the mountain, I would be much better off. "

Chen Zhian smiled and nodded, saying, "My father taught elementary education in Sunan Prefecture and enlightened children for more than ten years. There were students of my father in Qihuang Street and even in several nearby streets and dozens of alleys.

My father was also very gentle, and he was the favorite teacher of those children."

Li Xushi nodded in confusion: "If there are other disciples on Old Sword Mountain in the future, I will be the senior brother and have a say on the mountain. I will definitely ask my uncle to go up the mountain so that they will not be beaten by my second senior brother."

The two of them are talking here.

The letter had already been delivered to that private room. When the elegantly dressed scholars opened the letter, their expressions changed subtly, but they did not act impolitely. They just stopped sending notes.

Chen Zhian didn't care.

Occasionally, someone would loudly ask Chen Zhian to paint, but Chen Zhian would just raise his glass to refuse.

After a while, another note came.

Chen Zhian took the note, but the waiter politely pointed him somewhere else.

Where he pointed, a screen opened and Chen Zhian saw a person he had met once before.

It was Zhao Qingzhang whom he had met in Chu Muye’s courtyard on Dongfeng Street. He was the Tongzhilang. According to Chu Muye, this man was the prince’s right-hand man.

At this time, Zhao Qingzhang was not alone. Sitting above him was an old man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties.

The two of them sat cross-legged and looked at Chen Zhian.

Zhao Qingzhang had a smile on his face and saluted Chen Zhian from a distance.

Chen Zhian opened the note and took a look.

"Mr. Chen, why don't you come and have a drink together?"

Chen Zhian raised his glass, but Zhao Qingzhang stood up and walked over in person.

"It has been more than three months since we last met, and Master Chen has actually come to Xuantianjing, and even earned a good reputation!"

Zhao Qingzhang's words were like a spring breeze. He raised his glass and said, "I came here specially to invite you. Master Qingzhang happens to be in Yinhe Tower today, so I can introduce you to Mr. Chen."

As the saying goes, don’t hit the smiling person.

Zhao Qingzhang passed the note and raised the glass himself to invite them.

Chen Zhian said to Li Xushi, "I'll come after I have a drink," and went to the private room with Zhao Qingzhang.

The old man who was sitting cross-legged had a smile on his face. He had white hair and a silver beard. When he saw Chen Zhian saluting to him, he raised his hand and said with a smile, "No need to be polite. Are you the painter from Sunan Prefecture?"

Chen Zhian took a seat and nodded in agreement.

The old man looked Chen Zhian up and down and said, "I never thought that you, at such a young age, could already paint for Princess Linglong during the imperial ceremony. Your painting skills must be extraordinary..."

"That's good. It's a good opportunity for Sun Zhongyu and Lu Shan to take a look. They are not the only two who can paint in Xuan Tianjing."

Sun Zhongyu was the Secretary of the Central Secretariat of the current dynasty.

Lu Shan and Lu Shan were attendants in Xia Yuan Pavilion. It was said that these two had extraordinary accomplishments. Because they were extremely good at painting, they were promoted by Emperor Zhaofu. In terms of painting, no one in the entire Xuantian Capital could match them.

"And I heard that you also wrote a poem for Empress Longyue. The parallelism is neat and the words are beautiful. It really describes the extraordinary and otherworldly nature of Empress Longyue. The artistic conception is quiet and elegant. It is truly extraordinary.

I wonder who your teacher is and where you studied. How come you have such a good foundation in poetry?"

the old man inquired.

Zhao Qingzhang, who was standing by, poured wine for Chen Zhian and said with a smile, "Mr. Chen, don't be annoyed by all these questions. This is my teacher, the current Crown Prince's tutor Su Chengshu.

He usually has a cold temperament, and he doesn't have so many problems when facing many young people in Xuan Tianjing."

The current prince's tutor?

Chen Zhian was a little surprised.

In Dayu, the Prince's Tutor is a high-ranking official of the second rank, directly under the Prince, with great potential for promotion in the future, so he has a high status in the entire bureaucratic system and is the core of the Prince's class.

"I am disappointed, Lord Su." Chen Zhian did not hide anything and said with a frank smile, "Zhian has never been familiar with the classics. I was taught by my father since I was a child, and I have never had any famous teachers."

"But I don't know who your father is? What's his surname?" Su Chengshu couldn't help but become puzzled and continued to ask.

Chen Zhian was about to speak.

Zhao Qingzhang on the side said seriously: "Teacher, you should have heard of the father of this Mr. Chen. He was the top scholar in the fourth year of Dazhi and the county magistrate of Chaoliu County, Chen Shuijun.

Su Chengshu's expression changed immediately, he looked Chen Zhian up and down, nodded and said, "It seems that they are indeed somewhat similar.

Your father was quite talented and managed Chaoliu County in an orderly manner. In just one year, the people all praised him.

It’s just a pity that later it seemed…”

Su Chengshu's pupils suddenly dilated as he spoke, "You are the son of Chen Shuijun. So, you also have the blood of the Beiyun Li family of Xuantianjing?"

The Li family was once a big family in Beiyunzhou. It was only more than a hundred years ago that they moved from Beiyunzhou to Xuantianjing.

Therefore, even today, some aristocratic families with a longer history always like to call the Li family the Beiyun Li family.

When Zhao Qingzhang saw Su Chengshu asking about this, he raised his glass and drank calmly. Before Chen Zhian could answer, he smiled and said, "It doesn't matter what your origin is...Mr. Chen, I was born in a commoner family, but now I have a position and a family business in Xuantianjing, so I am considered half a Beijinger."

Chen Zhian didn't know why Zhao Qingzhang deliberately mentioned this matter.

Zhao Qingzhang suddenly laughed and said, "Mr. Chen, the people in Xuantianjing only know your talent for painting and writing poetry, but they don't know that you also have an extraordinary talent for swordsmanship and even got the Jade Guide of Jingcang Sword Pavilion!"

“There are many capable people in the Crown Prince’s Mansion now, but it’s not too many.

Instead of spending your days painting in the Imperial Household Department, why doesn't Mr. Chen come to the Prince's Palace and become a retainer?
The Crown Prince's virtue is as bright as the sun, his wisdom is all-encompassing, and he has a plan to save the world in his mind. He is kind and generous, and cares about all things. He behaves respectfully and cautiously in order to uphold the ancient ethics. He also cultivates himself and reflects on himself, and his virtue is internal.

In addition, the prince has always liked talented people and treated them quite well.

If a young hero like Master Chen goes to the Crown Prince's Mansion, he will definitely have a future."

Zhao Qingzhang did not explain his purpose until this moment.

The Prince's tutor at the side raised his glass and drank, his face expressionless, just looking at Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his glass and said with a smile: "Since Lord Zhao has invited me so kindly, I should have accepted your invitation, but... there are many capable people in the Crown Prince's Mansion, so I think there is no shortage of Chen Zhian.

Besides, Chen Zhian doesn’t have any big ambitions, so he just wants to live a peaceful life, so I won’t bother him anymore.”

Su Chengshu and Zhao Qingzhang remained calm and smiling.

Zhao Qingzhang finally asked, "Mr. Zhao, have you learned swordsmanship since we parted at Sunan Mansion?"

Chen Zhian shook his head: "No, but I had some opportunities and learned a sword technique, so I practiced sword."

Zhao Qingzhang asked with some doubt: "Since your sword talent is favored by the Jingcang Sword Pavilion, why don't you practice sword?"

Chen Zhian laughed and said, "Master Zhao, Zhian was born in an ordinary family. If I learned sword skills, I would practice sword skills. If I learned knife skills, I would practice knife skills. I don't have many choices."

Zhao Qingzhang understood and sighed, "There are still many sword techniques in the Prince's Mansion, waiting for someone to come. It's a pity that Master Chen has no such ambition."

The two of them drank another cup with Chen Zhian and watched him leave.

"Does Chen Zhian have a talent for swordsmanship?" Su Chengshu asked Zhao Qingzhang.

"Indeed, he drew out the sword of Wang Xixi."

"He is a talented person. He knows how to paint, write poetry, and has a talent for swordsmanship... It's a pity that he has a poor family background." Lord Su sighed, "With a poor family background, Xuantianjing has become a raging forest and floods for him, making it difficult for him to walk. This Chen Zhian does have some skills and has even earned a reputation."

"That's why I invited him to the Prince's Mansion." Zhao Qingzhang said, "I thought that with his background and being disliked by the Li Mansion, he would naturally seize the opportunity when I extended an invitation to him.

But I never thought that Chen Zhian had no ambitions and was only willing to be a leisurely painter and write poems about beautiful women on weekdays... This is not bad, but it is difficult to take a step forward and can only be looked down upon by the Li family forever."

The Prince's tutor smiled casually and said, "It's a pity that we missed the chance to piss off Li Zhuqiu. It doesn't matter whether Chen Zhian comes to the Prince's Mansion or not. He himself is not a great talent."

The two continued drinking.

Another half hour passed.

Zhao Qingzhang looked at Chen Zhian again.

I saw Chen Zhian with a blushing face, chatting with the young man next to him.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "Chen Zhian, you come to Yinhe Tower for the first time today, why are you so stingy with words?
Why not paint a picture, write a poem, and make a name for yourself? "

"You only know how to paint and write poems about beauties. Now there is a beauty in the Yinhe Tower. Why don't you paint and write poems for her?"

The man was already very drunk and was shouting loudly, pointing to a private room not far away.

In the private room, there were two scholars dressed in Confucian robes sitting.

When everyone looked closely, they saw that one of the scholars had soft facial features, bright and deep eyes, and a few strands of black hair fell from his black scarf, adding a touch of just the right amount of softness to his slightly heroic features.

It would have been fine if the drunk man hadn't said anything, but he pointed out the gender identity of the scholar. Everyone looked carefully and found that this person was indeed a woman dressed as a man.

At this time, the woman dressed as a man frowned when she was pointed at like this.

She snorted coldly and was about to explode.

Chen Zhian, who was not far away, suddenly patted the table, stood up and looked at the woman.

The woman also looked at Chen Zhian, but she saw that Chen Zhian just glanced at her, and then suddenly said loudly: "Who said that I can only paint beauties and write poems about beauties?"

Chen Zhian stood up, holding a pot of wine in his hand, his cheeks flushed, and he seemed a little drunk.

"Where's the pen?"

The waiter immediately handed over pen and ink, and also took the board and paper.

Chen Zhian held the pen in his hand and looked up at the lyrics written by Yang Heyin.

"Yellow Crane Tower..."

Chen Zhian's mind was extremely clear...

"This poem has never been written before and will never be repeated, but it wants to be famous and attract attention, and it also wants to match the poem by Yang Heyin... but it is too elegant."

"If you want to be famous, you have to expose explosive material."

Chen Zhian thought about this and wrote: "You have not been here for a long time, so I will keep the beautiful scenery for you. You can enjoy the scenery in the west tower. Why do you need to ask about the time?"

At this time, he picked up a pen to write, and a waiter stood beside him. Every time he wrote a sentence, he sang loudly!
"You have not been here for a long time, so I have reserved this beautiful scenery for you. You are enjoying the poem in the west tower, why do you need to ask for the timer?"

The originally noisy restaurant suddenly became quiet.

Everyone listened carefully.

Several scholars in fine clothes who just wrote notes with Chen Zhian.

Su Chengshu and Zhao Qingzhang.

The one who is a woman dressed as a man.

They all fell silent and looked at Chen Zhian.

Then, they heard the waiter singing again...

"Awakening the bright moon one day, it shines on me full of ice and snow, and the mighty rivers flow."

The restaurant became increasingly quiet.

Not to mention the fifth floor, the entire restaurant became increasingly quiet.

Zhao Qingzhang's pupils shrank slightly, and Su Chengshu even half stood up and looked at Chen Zhian from a distance.

"The whale has not yet swallowed the sea, but the sword energy has already spread."

"Good!" Su Chengshu lowered his voice and couldn't help but cheer!

The woman looked at Chen Zhian with a gloomy gaze, but no one knew what she was thinking.

"The wild light floats, the sky is vast, and the things are quiet and secluded."

"The resentment of Liang State, how many people are worried tonight?"

"Who cares that the hero is old? He does not care about fame and success, and he still has a long way to go before making a decision."

"It's too much to discuss this matter, let's help you tomorrow."

After writing the poem, Chen Zhian took a big gulp of wine and drank up the whole pot.

He was unsteady and swaying.

Someone asked him loudly: "Mr. Chen, you are so young, how can you write such poems?"

Chen Zhian answered casually: "Prime Minister Yang wrote about Liang State, so I will use Liang State as the subject and write about Liang State in the past from Prime Minister Yang's perspective. What's wrong with that?"

color!
All the scholars in the restaurant took a deep breath and rushed to recite the poem.

Su Chengshu and Zhao Qingzhang looked at each other.

Su Chengshu smiled bitterly, "I should have persuaded him a little more. Now, just this poem, just one sentence, 'Awakening the bright moon, shining on my heart full of ice and snow, and the mighty rivers flowing,' is enough to make this young man famous all over the world. It will be difficult to invite him again."

Zhao Qingzhang was silent.

It took him more than ten years to gain some fame in Xuantianjing.

Chen Zhian has just arrived, and with this poem, he will probably become famous all over the world.

He is so young, yet he can write such poems... No wonder he refused the opportunity to be a retainer of the crown prince.

The shopkeeper of Yinhe Tower came hurriedly, snatched the paper from the waiter, put it away carefully, and wanted to help Chen Zhian personally.

At this moment, Chen Zhian seemed to be unable to stand steadily. He staggered and his tongue was a little knotted: "I still need to write!"

The shopkeeper of Yinhe Tower was overjoyed, but also a little worried, "Mr. Chen, you are already drunk, why don't you..."

"Where's the paper and pen?"

The shopkeeper personally brought paper and pen.

Everyone was eagerly waiting, and Chen Zhian continued writing.

This time, his handwriting was illegible and he even wrote very slowly, as if he was really drunk.

But he still managed to write, and the shopkeeper sang loudly himself.

"I left my parents in my infancy, and the years of loneliness are long.

Cold stars accompany my lonely dreams, and cold rain wets my sad heart.

The evil miasma blocks the way, and the kind face is hidden in the fog.

The frost separates the flesh and blood, and the long night makes us anxious when we return home! "

After the five-character poem was written, everyone's faces changed again.

"Mr. Chen is very drunk. The quality of this poem is far worse than before. Look at some of the words. He can't even write them clearly!"

"Let's not talk about the quality of this poem, but the words convey the helplessness and sadness of a person who has been away from his loved ones for a long time and is blocked by the miasma and frost and unable to see them!"

“How can Master Chen write such a poem?

Filial piety is the most important virtue in the world. Who can prevent his family from seeing each other?"

"This is really absurd. It is against moral principles to separate family members. Who can do such a thing? It is shameless."

There was constant shouting and scolding, and everyone was asking each other about Chen Zhian's background and why he wrote such poems.

……

With the help of the shopkeeper, Chen Zhian returned to the private room and sat cross-legged. The shopkeeper then ordered someone to close the screen.

Li Xushi looked at Chen Zhian with some concern as he poured him a cup of hot tea.

Chen Zhian raised his head, the blush on his face faded, and he picked up the cup and drank a cup of tea.

Li Xushi was very confused and was about to ask.

Jiang Taiping walked in. He looked at Chen Zhian carefully, then leaned out from behind the screen and took a look at the various scenes in the restaurant.

Some people are still reciting the poem silently, while others are loudly cursing the person who caused the separation of flesh and blood.

"good."

"From today on, you will be famous all over the world." Jiang Taiping gave him a thumbs up: "The Li family will also be infamous for thousands of years because of this poem."

In the future, when people remember "A bright moon rises one day, shining on my heart full of ice and snow! Hundreds of rivers flow majestically", they will remember this sad poem written by Chen Zhian later.

Once the news gets out, Chen Zhian’s identity... will naturally spread.

Chen Zhian put aside his shame and copied a poem.

He decided to erect a golden statue of General Xin in Dayu in the future.

I borrowed the poems of my ancestors to gain the right to speak, and let his grandfather take a closer look.

Even if they were "bastards" in his eyes, he would not let them not care when they got angry.

ps: It’s hard to write, and it’s a bit late
(End of this chapter)