Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

Cui Xie practiced swords at Xie’s house all morning. The weather was hot. He ate two glasses of shochu during lunch, and he was soaked with sweat. After the meal, Xie Ying asked someone to prepare him for washing and change his clothes inside and outside.

His own shirt was taken to be washed, and it was left to dry for a while, so he had to put it at Xie's house first, and then pick it up when he met next time. It was that the body was replaced with a close-fitting bunt in advance during martial arts training, and it was still dry and could be worn when returning.

The Xie family placed a bench under the flower stand in the yard and told him to lie down and dry his hair. Xie Ying also sat on a cool bench beside him, and looked at the new talents criticizing the Three Kingdoms.

Although Xie Qianhu said a little less now, and his attitude was slightly alienated, he still took care of him as always and was willing to let him take a bath in his own home and change clothes without coming back in a sweat. Cui Xie felt that it would be nice for the two to stay peacefully like this. The shade of flowers under the shelf is dappled, the sun is not strong, and the grapes are full of grapes when you look up. They are all newly born little pearls, and the green eyes are refreshing.

He closed his eyes in the yard and memorized the notes he could tell. He had snacks on hand. When he felt tired, he opened his eyes and looked at the grape beads hanging from the top of the flower stand. He also spent the afternoon comfortably.

Xie Ying occasionally looked at him as if he was asleep, and wanted to ask him to get up and go in and lie down. But before he could call him, Cui Xie opened his eyes and looked around. Xie Ying quietly retracted his leg, leaning on the old tree behind him and continuing to flip through the book.

When the sun went down for a while, Xie Ying would not tell him to lie down again, for fear that the cool breeze would blow his wet hair and draw cold air into his body.

Cui Xie's hair was extraordinarily thick and dense, and it hadn't been very dry for a long time, so she pulled it up and wore a net towel, wrapped in a new soft towel prepared by the Xie family. Xie Ying did not leave him for dinner anymore. Seeing that it was not early, she asked someone to put on his coat and said, "When you rarely have a rest, the family is afraid that they will be waiting for you. Don't be there all day. Stay outside."

Actually, it's all this time, how is it different from a whole day?

Cui Xie smiled and shook his head, raised his hand to bid him farewell, and rode back to Cui Mansion in the carriage. The family waited for him for a day. When the door saw him getting out of a car from a distance, they didn't even bother to inform the family, so they hurried to meet him, followed him and talked about the awards from Lord County.

Cui Xie said goodbye to Xie Shan first, and asked him to thank the owner on his behalf, and then asked the door: "How did the lord remember coming to our house?"

The door wrinkled a face and said, "Isn't the prince I just said that I didn't care about it? The grown-up came to commend our family for donating to the elderly, and he also brought a plaque, which is now hanging at the gate of the upper courtyard. Old lady Babaer After waiting for the son for a day, Mr. Lu is also waiting for you to come back."

Then I have to find time to go to the county office to thank you.

Cui Xie nodded casually, went back to the room to change clothes, and went to the room to greet the elderly. When I walked out of the courtyard, I saw the plaque hanging on the forehead, the ink plaque with red paint. The four characters were written rigorously and neatly, the brushwork was steep, and there was no gold paint. The ink color appeared in the sun under the sun.的光华.

The most important thing for their scholars is face. Although this plaque does not glorify ancestors and spread to future generations like the memorial in his hometown, it is quite decent.

He stopped outside for a while before entering. At this moment, Mr. Lu had already waited for him to sit still in his courtyard. He was taking his brother and his brother to write in the upper room. Cui Xie saw him when he entered the door and bowed to say hello. Mr. Lu looked at his bright silk clothes and headscarf, pressed his heart eagerly, and said calmly: "You are back. I happen to be here to teach my brother to write. You will also write two pens for him later as a demonstration."

Cui Xie answered "Yes" and went to greet his grandparents first. After hearing the old lady talk about the county magistrate's coming home.

The door did not say in such detail outside, but the grandmother recounted how the county lord praised their kindness and filial piety from beginning to end. Halfway through, I remembered asking people to deliver food quickly, and said with a smile: "Today you are not here. Thanks to Mr. Lu to help us entertain the county respected family. Later, your brothers will accompany Mr. Lu to eat out. You should respect him a few more glasses. ."

At this time, Mr. Lu had no intention of drinking, and stopped Cui Xie from drinking too much. He slightly touched his lips and said, "You are not a great poet like Li Bai. You can only thrive after drinking. I'm afraid the more you drink. Confused, I can’t even write a single word neatly, how can I demonstrate to the younger brother?"

Even Cui Xie told him to be tightly bound, and Brother He dared not even look at the jug.

After finishing the meal, Lu Juren hurriedly asked people to close the table, and asked Cui Xie to silently write a few "Thousand Characters".

Cui Xie was still a little embarrassed. He looked at He Ge and said, "My writing is also normal, so it is better to have a tablet on He Ge."

Lu Ju said: "Brother Lin's handwriting is a matter of course. You have to be afraid of bad writing, so you can practice more and get a good one instead of this one?"

He didn't see any good or bad himself, but he felt that his elder brother was a small three-yuan chief, a very beautiful character, and his writing must be good, so he just picked it up and wrote it. Lu Juren had forced him to write all afternoon. At this time, he remembered cherishing him and waved his hand: "You have written a lot, be careful of hurting your hands. Go back and rest by yourself. I will give your brother a lecture."

Brother He took a peek at her husband, and saw that his scorching eyes were only on the eldest brother, and he ran away happily, ignoring himself.

Cui Xie just wanted to ask him about something, so he cleaned up the messy paper on the table and told Mr. Lu: "The students also happen to have a place to ask your husband. The Lin Jiancheng from Guoxue said two days ago that I didn’t have enough parables. Tactfully and comfortably, I want me to listen to more tunes and learn how to compose songs. I wonder if my husband can teach me?"

Mr. Lu pondered for a while and asked, "Do you want to learn Northern Opera or Southern Opera? To learn composing sub-words, you need to first understand the rhythm. I have never looked at those, because I can't teach you six tunes and eleven tunes. Music uses rhyme and poetry. It’s not all the same. If you want to learn by yourself, first turn over Gao An’s "Zhongyuan Yinyun" and Ning Xianwang’s "Taihe Zheng Yinpu", and then find a master to learn music. If you don’t understand the tune, you have to memorize it by rote. There are more than 600 sets of tunes in the Sixth Palace and Eleventh Tunes...It is also laborious."

Learning music is a waste of time. Can you talk about Guan Hanqing's artistic achievements first?

Before Cui Xie was too embarrassed to ask, Mr. Lu turned around and stared at him and asked: "How to learn composition is to write poetry? Poetry is the profession of our scholars. You have studied with me for a few days, how is poetry writing? Now? You haven't learned the rules of poetry, you have to write lyrics, and make music. You have so much time to learn these!"

When mentioning the word "poetry", Cui Xie stopped talking immediately and bowed and said: "I have also remembered what Mr. Sister taught me, but I am afraid that my thoughts will not be broad and the writing will be stiff and boring."

Mr. Lu said: "If you write too much, you will open up. How many articles have you written until today, and how many have you written when you write poems? The prose is mostly prose, even if the rhythm of the antiphony is not Exactly. To write poems, you need to follow the flat rhythm of each sentence, and it will inevitably be uncomfortable when you first start writing. I will write a title for you, you can do it first, and I will see if you have been working on this recently."

After just playing for a day, I have to meet the quizzes of courses I haven't reviewed. How sad. If he knew that Mr. Lu was waiting for him here, he would not review the lecture the previous two days, but would prepare a poem first.

It's a pity that writing a poem is not like an essay, you just get the title from the four books and this sutra, and guess the title in advance. This afternoon I will concentrate on writing poems, and what I wrote is not what my husband wants.

He simply bent his mind and stood up and said, "Mr. please write the question."

Mr. Lu spent the whole afternoon early, and the title blurted out: "The parents in this county come to see you, they are filial piety for you, filial piety is good for you. It is obvious that you serve the elderly at home, but the old father is working outside. Where there is no way to express your heart, it is better to write a poem to express the feeling of longing."

...He still miss Choi Senye?

He really wanted to go to the staff to pay him to renew his term, so that he would never return to the capital for the rest of his life! He worked so hard to transfer property at home, and it was this senator who was guarded. If there were only his grandparents and two younger siblings in this family, he would publicly recognize that Ju An Zhai belonged to his own family.

Mr. Lu saw his reluctant appearance, his beard curled up slightly, and he snorted coldly: "You haven't seen what I taught you these days? Pick your own rhyme, do you know what rhyme to use?"

Cui Xie came back to his senses and sighed slightly: "Farewell poems are natural and sentimental to the throat. The rhyme of flat water is Yubu."

He held back against the blank paper for a long time, copied the metric, and made do with a poem: "Sit and see the swallow in front of the hall, and sing together. Thinking with the flow of water, dreaming to travel to southern Yunnan. Erhai Boat. Although I am thinking about my flesh and blood, I dare not forget my worries."

Mr. Lu saw his face when he was composing the poem, and the speed of his writing, he knew that he was not very profitable these days, and he couldn't help shook his head.

It was easy to wait until he put his pen, took a look at the poem, and found the rhyme right, but the neck joints were not neat enough, and the melody of the sentence was not lively enough, and the last three sentences were in the rhythm of two, two and one. I have to reluctantly pick up some good points in this poem, that is, the poetry of the second half has a turning point. It does not blindly write personal feelings, but points out the idea of ​​preferring to endure the pain of separation between flesh and blood, but also to serve the country.

What he first taught Cui Xie was a five-character rhythm poem that should be based on the system. Since there are two characters of "ying system", it is natural to focus on loyalty to the emperor and patriotism.

In short... he praised Cui Xie for his high intentions in front of County Majesty Jiang, which is not wrong.

Mr. Lu pinched his nose and drew two circles for him, and then he began to stab him: the second sentence of the first couplet was guilty of the problem of the knees of the crane, and the word "zi" was all flat-sound characters before and after; It’s not neatly right, and the word flow is also of Youbu, guilty of small rhyme, and the sentence "Meng Xiangnan travels to the south of Yunnan" is a three-legged rhyme, which is not neat; the neck joint "Cangjiang" and "Erhai" are right again Too deliberate...

He slapped the poem back and said angrily: "To compose a poem, you have to be in estrus from your heart. Seeing that your poem is a perfunctory work, you can't read the love between father and son at all. I don't know what you are doing all day. The souls are not at home...If you don’t talk about poetry, please correct me if the words don’t make sense."

Although Cui Xie asked him to scold him, but when he thought of the time he spent leisurely in Xie's house, his heart was still happy, and he couldn't find any thoughts or sadness when he searched his stomach. He didn't make it difficult for himself. He only corrected the mistakes his husband had circled, and neatly rewrote a poem: "Sitting in front of the hall swallow, I sighed with sorrow. Thinking of passing away on wings, dreaming of sailing by boat. As the old saying goes, the willows in the Cangjiang River will not be wrapped around the boats on the Erhai Lake. Tianlun is sincere and precious, and I dare not forget the country's worries."

The feelings are gone, try your best to sing a high-profile.