Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

In a blink of an eye, it entered September again.

Cui Xie first entered this world in the eighteenth year of Chenghua. At the beginning of September of that year, he was still shirtless in his hometown to promote romance novels; and now, he has become a capitalist with three chain bookstores and readers begging to publish books.

However, human needs will never stop because of the increase in wealth and status. He read a poem in a brochure published by an unknown elderly health care company in his previous life. He wrote: "Hungry for hungry, just to be full and thinking about clothing. Both food and clothing are sufficient, and the home lacks beauty. wife."

At that time, he was busy doing graduation thesis and looking for a job. He didn't like this kind of persuasion, and he was too lazy to laugh. Now in the Ming Dynasty, he has become a rich and powerful social celebrity who has been received by the emperor. On the contrary, I feel the profoundness of this poem.

Just now, the two shops of the Cui family were set up, and everyone in the family could drink cow and goat milk, so I was moved by the adult Jin Yiwei. He had been prepared for a lifelong unrequited love for a straight man, but Xie Ying agreed. Instead, he was not content. He also disliked that there was too little time for dating twice a month, and he couldn't be unhappy about dating in August.

I think the buddies who had foreign relationships in the university at the beginning, but they couldn't see each other for a year, don't people bear it? He is too unreserved!

While complaining about himself, Cui Xie put on the newly made black cyan robes, walked to the outer courtyard with the square scarf in, hurriedly put on the bridle, and led the horse out.

He was riding a small stallion, and the horse knew that he was going to take him out as soon as he got on the bridle. He triumphantly slammed at the mare next to him, stomping on the stone slabs and dragging the owner out, wishing to throw away his hoofs and raise dust. Away.

This time, the appointment address is not at Xie’s house, but at Pingpo Mountain, which is Cuiwei Mountain in later generations. Due to the inconvenience of carriage on the mountain road, Xie Ying handed him a post early and asked him to meet each other on horseback at Pingpo Temple. Xie Shan, the exclusive coachman, was finally able to take a day off, and Cui Xie didn't need to enter his drum washing machine. Both were very satisfied.

At the beginning of September, before the frost fell, the red leaves on the mountain were already red. Xie Ying is wearing a red dress standing at the bottom of the small market outside the gate of the temple, looking forward to finding people, but it is a bit more eye-catching than Hongye.

Cui Xie urged the horse to walk a few steps quickly, and then jumped off before him and asked, "Why are you waiting here? The mountain is so cold, wouldn't it be better to wait in the temple?"

Xie Ying smiled, took his hand and touched it. Feeling a bit cold, she took out a big cloak from a bag and put it on him, and said: "I haven't seen you for more than a month, you seem to be taller. ?"

Cui Xie felt warm all over, and took out his hand and said, "My hands are cold, don't freeze you." When he was talking, he saw his chestnut horse tied to the tree next to him and asked, "When are you waiting here? Yes, haven’t you gone to the temple yet?"

Xie Ying took off the horse's rein, turned on her body, and shook her head: "Come back, let's take a look at the scenery in the mountains."

There were many people who went to the temple to burn incense on the first fifteenth day of the new year. Although the two of them stood in a remote place, they looked conspicuous, and they would attract attention sooner or later if they stayed for a long time. Xie Ying is a local who often comes to burn incense. He leads Cui Xie to a place where there are few pedestrians and gentle roads in the mountains. To the top of the mountain, there is a hundred-li flat **** with a calendar of vegetation and open scenery, which is perfect for enjoying the scenery.

The two picked up places with few people and sparse trees, and rested in places with clean big rocks, tied their horses to a big tree behind them, and fed some black beans to the horses.

Looking around from where they were sitting, they happened to be able to see the scenery of Lu Shi Mountain and Jue Mountain, and the sky was clear and blue, which was unique to autumn, and people looked open-minded. Cui Xie stood on a large rock overlooking the mountain scenery, and said, "Come from the West Mountain, I feel refreshed." He felt like he also had the celebrity atmosphere of Wang Ziyou.

Xie Ying took a jar of wine and a box of pastries from the bag next to the saddle, and spread a thick felt blanket woven with colorful patterns on the ground, asking him to sit down and eat something.

Seeing Xie Ying spreading blankets and taking things, Cui Xie felt a little embarrassed. He rubbed his hands and said, "I thought I had everything in the temple, so I didn’t prepare. I knew I was going to have a picnic, so I asked someone to cook something to eat. Brought it."

Xie Ying shook his head: "I don't have to spend so long in the wild. I just think that we won't have a chance to meet on Double Ninth Day. Taking you out to climb the mountain in advance, drinking chrysanthemum wine and eating Chongyang cake is also a celebration of the festival."

He poured out two glasses of slightly blue wine and opened the box to reveal a box full of pastries. He raised his glass and said to Cui Xie, “I didn’t ask anyone to make Chongyang cakes, just some ordinary pastries. I remember that you love these. That’s right. I didn’t ask anyone to imitate those milk snacks that your home is good at. I’m afraid you might eat it at home."

Drinking alcohol can drive away the cold and warm your body.

The two toasted and met and drank two full glasses. Xie Ying was still waiting to pour him wine, Cui Xieqi said: "You don't usually tell me to drink too much, but today is it forbidden to drink?"

Isn't it good to open the ban? Xie Ying leaned over and pressed her cheek against his face. Feeling that it was still cold, she poured another glass for him and said, "The weather is cold, I will give you a few more glasses to warm up. The vegetarian wine steamed with Baiguo wine is not afraid of hitting the temple after eating it. If you are drunk, you will sleep in the temple and go home after you wake up."

Well, anyway, Pingpo Temple is the Xiangjie Temple for later generations. He has been to play before and there is nothing to see.

Cui Xie ate a snack, drank another glass of wine, lifted the pot to pour it on Xie Ying, borrowed the wine to cover his face, and read to him a lewd poem with a smile: "He is very sad, not seen in a day, like three autumns Xi."

Xie Ying really didn’t know that the poem was "the poem of prostitution", thinking that he was acting like a baby and telling lovesickness, so she lowered her head and drank the wine in his glass, holding the glass and his fingers, and said, "This book is down. Not for nothing. Confucius said, "If you don't learn poetry, you can't speak." You will use the Book of Songs to replace your own words, right?"

Cui Xie turned his wine glass and said, "It's not a thorough study yet. I only read the notes on Zhu Zi and Mao's poems. There are still many areas that I don't understand deeply, so I should listen to Mr.'s explanation. "The poem is about seeing Ge Qixing and expressing her deep emotions. The woman feels with her thoughtful heart and other foreign objects such as Xiao Geai picked at the time. The theology is in harmony with her. Compose poems to chant it."

What is written in the poem is the weeds everywhere, even on the top of the mountain, but now the weather is getting colder, these grasses have already decayed before the frost. If it came out a month or half a month earlier, I'm afraid we can still see the wormwood that is blooming and bearing fruit.

He randomly pulled a few half-yellow withered grass over, whether it was Xiao Cao or not, he circled Xie Ying's hand a few times, and said with a smile, "I am also excited by seeing it."

Seeing people is also happy.

Xie Ying shook his hand with his backhand, wrapped half of the grass stalk around his hand, pinched the slender hand that made the dead grass lined with whiter and more white, and said: "When I read the Analects, I said, "Poetry can be fun, you can View, you can group, you can blame'. We didn't read the scriptures in martial arts, and then we were busy with errands and had nowhere to learn it. It is rare to recognize you as a talented person. Tell me carefully, what is "Xing"?"

...Big brother, which "Xing" do you want to hear?

The two of us haven't seen each other for a month and a half. If we meet, we don't have to hurry up to eat, drink and have fun and talk about the "Book of Songs". Is this still a date?

Cui Xie felt quite sad and indignant, wishing to pick up his skirt and teach him what "Xing" means.

Xie Ying looked at him with a reluctant look, and knew that he was still preaching inhumane at this time, but told him to read poems and molested him for so long, and he would really be "humane" without preaching. He touched Cui Xie's slightly burnt cheeks and soothed: "You tell me, and I will tell you a story, how about the story of Pingpo Temple under the mountain?"

Isn't this coaxing him to be six? It's better to get up and practice a sword while preaching.

Cui Xie sighed angrily and preached helplessly: "Zhu Zi's release of Xing means'satisfaction with ambition', as explained by Mr. Guoxue,'the one who is prosperous is also the one who is born with sex.' Xing is the one in the chest. In order to promote the qi in his chest, the king used poems to instruct the people first.

"Xing is based on emotion. When composing a poem, there is an ambition in the heart, and the foreign objects contain the principles of heaven and earth, and the principles are in line with the ambitions of my heart. The emotions and reason are in harmony, and the mind and things interact, and the scenery in front of us will naturally become A wonderful sentence..."

How could a beautiful woman who was supposed to meet with his "sense of knowledge" in front of him couldn't "communicate" and "communicate" well, so he had to listen to his articles?

Xie Ying sat cross-legged in the corner of the blanket, let him put his head on his lap, lay there and talk slowly, feeding him a bite from time to time while holding the fruit wine. Seeing that he was slow to speak, it seemed that when the wine was about to come up, he took grape grapes and crabapples to feed him to help him hangover.

He has stronger firepower than Cui Xie, and he is only wearing a few layers of single clothes this day. When he took things, his wide sleeves ran across Cui Xie’s face and chest from time to time, making his face itchy. He couldn’t help but grab the hand and said in a dumb voice, “You roll up your sleeves and scrape it again. I'm going to tear it off."

Xie Ying looked down and saw that her sleeves were half piled on Cui Xie's face, covering most of his face, except for his right eye and the corner of his mouth. Although his eyebrows were slightly frowning, but the corners of his mouth were smiling, he stretched out his hand to touch his face.

Xie Ying lowered his head so that he could reach for himself, and let him scribble on his face indiscriminately, rolled up his sleeves and persuaded him: "Don't make a lot of noise. I'm going to the temple later, and be careful to bump into the gods and Buddhas. ."

Cui Xie asked in surprise: "Brother Xie actually believed in Buddha? Are you a layman?" No wonder he has such a rigid outlook on love, and he has to learn to get started... He originally thought it was because the Ming Dynasty people were conservative!

Xie Ying smiled and said, "That is to say, what mountain you see, what temple you meet, and what temple you meet. When I was in the palace, I heard Master Jixiao and Li Jiancheng talk about Buddhism and Taoism, and they all felt good. The emperor. The Lord also pays attention to the integration of the three religions. I am so fascinated by the world that I naturally follow the faith, but I am not as honest as you."

Cui Xie looked at him with a question mark on his face.

Seeing his reaction like this, Xie Ying was also a little confused: "Don't you believe in a Bodhisattva? The Guanyin you gave me at the beginning is like the incarnation of a Bodhisattva. The Guanyin pictures I saw elsewhere are not so holy. Buddha’s birthday, Zhongyuan, New Year... Isn’t the Qingzhutang where you sell Buddhist scriptures during the festival is also yours? Didn’t the Antin Conference that you painted for the emperor also painted the true face of the Buddha on paper? "

No... I'm just a porter of a TV show.

No wonder Xie Ying took him to the Xiangjie Temple during the feast, and looked like a pure-hearted monk.

Cui Xie showed a sad smile: "I only know how to draw a picture, but I'm not as religious as Brother Xie thought. Otherwise, let's meet at home, the temple will not be convenient after all."

Xie Ying brushed a note on his forehead and cursed softly: "Don't talk nonsense, you can easily say it like this? I think you don't want to give lectures anymore. Don't just rely on it here. Go to the temple to eat something first. Worship things. Pingpo Temple was fortunate enough for the emperor, and there is indeed something strange in it. Let’s worship and pray for peace."

Pingpo Temple was built once during the Renmiao years and was renamed Dayuantong Temple, but the world is still called Pingpo Temple, and it is also written as Pingpo Temple when writing poems and writing records.

Xie Ying remembered that Cui Xie was a person who hadn't gone out much. After taking him into the temple, he led him to see the monument made by the ordinance, a pair of tall ancient trees, and then into the main hall to see the Third Buddha, and the back hall to see Teng Ti’s Guanyin Master, watch the King Kong in the side hall... I don't believe much when I talk, I just listen to people. When I worship Buddha, I always bow down very seriously, muttering words in my mouth, and I don't know what I want.

Cui Xie also respected a lot when he went to the temple. He worshipped or donated when he should. He also put on a few sticks of cigarettes, and knelt in front of the Buddha and muttered like him. He has no ambitions. He only hopes that his life in the Ming Dynasty will be smooth, and he will be admitted to Jinshi early and retire early...

He turned his head slightly, glanced at Xie Ying, the corner of his mouth was picked up unknowingly, and then bowed his head to wish: "By the way, be with Xie Ying early. You don't have to be like now. You are like a thief when you go out to play."

After he lowered his head, Xie Ying's gaze also turned to look at him, but her expression was much deeper, and she turned around and prayed silently: "...If we are blessed by my Buddha, my disciples would like to donate five hundred taels of silver to repair the hall."

The two of them each made a wish and stood up, without asking what the other party had promised, they mixed in with the pilgrims and went to the monastery, ate a vegetarian meal, and then left after noon.

After going down Pingpo Mountain, far away from the temple, Xie Ying took out a brocade box from her sleeve and handed it to Cui Xie, asking him to keep it. Cui Xie felt familiar when he saw it. He shook his head and smiled: "This is the eyeliner box from my house. Why does Brother Xie think of giving this to me? Is it true that Jinyiwei Li has this fashionable?"

Xie Ying hadn’t painted it herself, nor had she reached the height where someone could see that someone else’s eyeliner was applied. She also shook her head and said, “This is from the Gao family while listening to the show. Gao Baihu said it was fashionable to give it to each other. People. I’m the only one I know. I don’t want to give it to you? Even if you collect the dust, it is my heart-you don’t take it back and put it on the cabinet and sell it."

Gao Su's eyeliner was given by the shopkeeper, and went back and forth in his hands. It's almost like buying dim sum for the New Year as a gift. Several companies skewered it back and forth, and finally sent it back to the person who bought it.

Cui Xie also accepted the gift and was a little happy. He put the box into his sleeve and said, "No matter what it is, I don't care what it is. I just treat it as if you gave me a small collection, and I turned it back and put it on the cabinet. That's it."

Xie Ying smiled, her eyes fell on the lid of the box, and he stopped talking, after all, she just said: "Let's go back."

He did what he was supposed to do. He let go and just wanted to go back, but Cui Xie remembered: "After you tell me, you can tell me a story? Why don't you tell me when you come back from a walk around the temple?"

Xie Ying smiled and said, "I never told you. It's just that this story involved Pingpo Temple, which was not easy to tell in the temple. Do you remember the King Kong who just showed you, do you think it is newer than the statues elsewhere?"

It seems so, he was still looking at the Buddha statue at the time, but he didn't pay attention.

Xie Ying looked back at the Buddhist temple, with a slanted dizziness on her face, which brought out a somewhat pious and solemn look: "This is a few years ago when I hadn't been a member of the Shangwei Institute. I used to attend this temple with Lord Long live fortunately. The King Kong who took you to see was a black-faced King Kong at that time. Long live saw it and laughed and said:'This is like a King Kong in a fire.' Later, the King Kong was burned by fire overnight. Now This looks like a new one."

Ming Xianzong is really extraordinary!

This crow's mouth...too convincing, worthy of the emperor!

Cui Xie really didn't know what to say, so she could only shut up and was surprised. Xie Ying is a sincere look, and said with emotion: "I don't know if the King Kong burned this statue because of the decree of the emperor, or the emperor is an extraordinary person who can know beforehand that the Buddha statue will be bad."

However, if such a strange thing can happen, this temple must be more efficacious than other places. They have worshipped the Buddha here and made a wish. After all, there will be Buddhas and Bodhisattvas blessing them and allowing them to do what they want.

The two ran outside the city side by side, and then went home separately after entering the city. Cui Xie returned to the courtyard with a date gift in his sleeves. After entering the door, no one noticed. He rolled the box on the bed for a while, closed his eyes and silently imagined Xie Ying quietly closing the door at home and drawing eyeliner.

In fact, men also wear makeup. Modern male actors have to wear makeup when they go to theaters and shows. Some of their classmates from Chinese studies wear makeup to go to school. Isn't it a big deal to draw eyeliner for such a fashionable character as Jin Yiwei?

Brother Xie's painting is definitely better than those people.

He was lying on the bed, feeling the box for a long time, then opened the box and took out the small porcelain box containing the eyeliner to see if he had used it. When I took the box, the makeup brush and a piece of paper floated down and slammed on the bed in a daze.

In order to save costs, they used thin paper to print the manuals. Why does this paper look thick and heavy? Could it be that Brother Xie wrote a love letter and was embarrassed to give him face-to-face, trapped in this box?

Cui Xie felt agitated, sat up abruptly, picked up the piece of paper and opened it up to see——

There is not a single handwriting on the paper, only a pair of eyes are painted. I am not very skilled in the painting, but I can see some familiar charm.

Cui Xie held the paper in both hands, sat on the bed and looked back and forth for an unknown period of time, smiling all over his face. He folded the picture and put it in a box, hid it in the bottom layer of the bookcase, then turned over and got out of the bed, took a pencil and a stack of double thick paper, used a wooden board to form an easel, and slowly printed the draft.

Draw his eyes, doesn't it mean you want to see him? I can't see real people, and I can talk about lovesickness when I look at the painting.

Anyway, this painting can only be given to him the next time I meet, so Cui Xie didn't worry about painting, he changed the draft countless times, and the painting was meticulously detailed, so I didn't waste time. The person in the painting is a little older than he is now, and his facial features are tougher and more mature and stable. Not all of them are painted in mirrors and shadows, but they are more close to what he saw in photos and videos in his previous life.

After six years, he will be able to grow like this, right?

He squeezed his cheek, and he could feel a little baby fat. By that time, he should have all faded away and become a mature and capable man.

Would Xie Ying like his changes? Can you tell from the painting that he will be such a tall and secure person in the future?

He couldn't even wait for the next time off, wishing to send someone to send this picture to Xie Ying immediately. But who knows that his messenger hadn't left yet, the Xie family sent someone to look for him, and he brought him a piece of news that was not too good—

The two school lieutenants who had escorted Xu's frontier guard had returned from Ping Haiwei, and brought his second brother Cui Heng back to Beijing together. They were in Tongzhou and could enter Beijing tomorrow morning.

The author has something to say: The part about "Xing" uses Wang Fuzhi's theory, refer to Wang Fuzhi's "Shi Guang Zhuan" poetic thought research