Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

The "Lianfanglu" panic buying trend lasted for more than half a month, and finally began to fall. There were free rotations in the bookstore, and Wang Xiangzhen couldn't wait to step into the gate of Cui's mansion.

At that time, Cui Xie was extracting sentences from the newly built study in the West Chamber, summarizing the dialogues in the four books. Prince Wang pushed open the door of the study and went straight into the West Chamber. Only when he got up and got up, he got up and said, "Why is Brother Wang here?"

Wang Xiangzhen said: "Naturally, I have pity for the four beautiful ladies. I am afraid that they will be shy and hard to endure when they are peeped. I want to find Brother Cui earlier and go back to Jinwu Cangjiao."

Is this humor or is it really a second element house? Cui Xie thought in silence for a while, and then agreed: "Since Brother Wang is in a hurry, I will take it away. You can check again for any damage or fade on the paper, whether it needs to be repaired or repainted. I do my best."

Wang Xiangzhen smiled and said, "No, I borrowed from your few guys to keep staring at them. If there is any cracked or dirty place, I would have asked you to repaint it." He bared his white teeth and said triumphantly: " In fact, my father only wants these four paintings in the next year, but I want to come here in advance, so I can enjoy them for a few more days, and I can find someone to sketch them and enjoy them for a long time."

Cui Xie glanced at him, and asked strangely, "What else are you looking for? Can I draw another picture for you?"

The prince puffed up on the piece of paper on his case: "It's a serious matter for you to study. Where can I use you as I please, just find a good painter to sketch. How much money do these four paintings cost?"

Cui Xie smiled: "Brother Wang's friendship with me, you still need to care about these two pennies? Not to mention that you bought so many papers and books from my house before, and I added these paintings as an extra. Many."

He personally hugged the four huge hanging paintings and handed them to Wang Xiangzhen’s Congren, and exhorted: “These paintings are not well mounted, so they just lined them with duan Bailing. You go back and ask the craftsman to add some gold and jade. Mount it once. Who told you to choose me as an unfamiliar painter who can only draw things that have a face to see, and nothing else can be done?"

Wang Gongzi unfolded a bit of the picture, admiring the vivid and fragrant beauty picture, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. My father is going to give gifts to Chen Tongzhi of the post-junction capital, not to the civilian officials. What's more important? Bring to the wind', your beauty is as gorgeous as life..."

Ha ha. Sure enough, take this picture of me as an **** picture, right?

It's really worthy of the Chenghua dynasty of the first assistant with Xiao Huangwen in the memorial and the "washing bird yushi" who donated X medicine to the first assistant. Everyone's morals are so low. Cui Xie smiled on his face, but decided in his heart not to write his real name on the painting-let Prince Wang say that he invited a famous painter, anyway, there is no human search these days.

Wang Gongzi readily agreed, and asked the next person to hug the painting, saying that he was going to find a famous artist to raise the price. Before leaving, he asked him: "Would you like to give a gift back to Beijing for the New Year? If you want to give it away, ask my car to be picked up, so that you can save your old servant running back and forth on the ice and snow."

Cui Mansion... That's nothing more than the gift from the parents, the courtesy of the grandfather and grandmother should be prepared. Moreover, he has been helped by many people all the way to Qian'an, and he should also give these people some New Year gifts. Wang Gongzi is the son of the third grade commander. He has a network in the Five-Sensed Dudu Mansion in Beijing. It is much more convenient than him to find someone.

He contemplated for a while, and said embarrassedly: "I have a person in Beijing who wants to give gifts, but I don't know where he lives. I only know that it is Qianhu from Beizhen Fusi. I also want to ask Brother Wang to help me find out where he lives. Is this too much trouble?"

Wang Xiangzhen was so surprised that he almost stood up and exclaimed, "Do you still recognize the person from Beizhen Fusi? Which one of those five thousand households? My brother is often clumsy. Such people can't make friends with ordinary people..." Suddenly he slapped his thigh and asked flatteredly: "Did you specifically ask your brother to take this trip? Good brother, brother will never forget your kindness!"

Cui Xie smiled bitterly and said: "There is no friendship, but he has helped me a few times, and I want to give back one or two. I am afraid that they will not even look at the gift I gave."

Wang Gongzi just wanted to take him to the temple to worship, so he calmed down a lot. He didn't plan to go to the Guandi Temple, but he still wanted to give gifts, so he said, "What's the matter? My dad sends Bing Tan Jingli to Jingli every year. Not all of them recognize us. The gifts are not the same as they are received happily. By the way, what do you want to send, a few copies of Cui Jian, a few boxes of "Fang Lu"?"

His family was only going to send gifts to Beijing at the end of the year, and Cui Xie said Xie Ying's name and asked him to inquire about it before he decided what to send. Wang Xiangzhen opened his eyes wide, clutching his chest and said, "Thanks to Jin Yiwei Qian?"

Cui Xie said that Tongzhou was rescued by him, and then he asked Jingbiao for help. Wang Xiangzhen heard it for a while before he could breathe, and said for a long time, "Brother Cui, you really hit a noble man to help you. Then Xie Qianhu is a face-to-face person in the palace, and he has done several big cases. The Fu in front of my father He investigated the case where the commander was falsely accused. At that time, he was only a teenager and went out with Zhao Tongzhi. No, brother, my heart beats a bit fast, so I have to go back and have a drink. You should sit wide, years ago. Just give me the boxing ceremony."

He turned around and walked a few steps, then turned around and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't have Chu Chu. Brother will add it to you, and make sure to do it decently."

The Prince Wang was full of ambition and walked away, Cui Xie sent him back, and began to consider what to give him. Originally, he only thought that he had no chance to find the Xie Qianhu and could only wait for his people to come over. Since Prince Wang was willing to help, he would be able to give a gift a year ago.

But Xie Qianhu wouldn't ask for his things, it would only urge him to study hard.

He sat back at the table thoughtfully, saw the four-book dialogues full of pages, and suddenly moved in his heart-isn't this the result of his studies these days? Now there are few serious antiphonal books out there. If he compiles the antiphony of the four books into a book, he can at least be regarded as a famous assistant text writer, a contemporary queen, right?

Writing this is better than copying Zheng Banqiao's poem. I will meet Xie Qianhu in Beijing in the future, and he can answer whatever he tests. It's better than copying out an amazing poem for people to see now, and then writing out a bad poem that is pieced together.

He settled down and searched for a while following his memory. He picked up his pen and wrote down the latest sentence of "Keep his ambitions without violence" after his latest sentence. "His ambition is not violent and his spirit" is the previous sentence, followed by the sentence "Above in peace is rich in wealth".

He calmly wrote the opposite sentence. The guy who was helping in the backyard heard that the painting was taken away by the prince, but he couldn't calm down. He went to the front yard and asked him: "Can the young master draw two more paintings for a while? Buy now" Although there are fewer people in "Lianfanglu", there are still more than ten copies sold every day, and many people go into the store to buy books and papers just to see the paintings. Suddenly the hanging paintings are withdrawn, I am afraid that the small guests will make trouble. ."

This is no way. Can someone who borrowed the Prince's son, borrowed the power of the commander, still not pay a price?

Cui Xie smiled comfortingly at him: "It doesn't matter, I will tell the guests tomorrow that our store is doing a new event, and the beauty picture will not show up. Please choose the first beauty in "Lianfanglu" and change it after the event. Xinhai...new painting."

The guy gagged and asked: "How to choose? No matter how good these four beauties are, they are still paintings. They are not true beauties. They can't play or sing, and they can't choose famous characters or oirans. Could you find a few troupes to perform " "Lianfanglu" story?"

Their guy is very promising, so soon they have the consciousness of remaking big IP dramas!

Cui Xie secretly praised him and decided to leave this to him if he had a chance. But we can't talk that far right now, so we have to fool around with the dismantling of the stand.

He said: "You go to prepare the big boxes like the merit boxes in the four temples, with the characters'divine product, fairy product, yipin, and youpin' on them respectively, and told Huang Gong to follow the small ones in our book. The frame printed on the article is depicted on the box and placed outside the store. If a customer asks why not put the hanging scroll, tell them to choose the first beauty in the store. Any customer who bought the book can send it to the box. If you vote here, let’s post a portrait of the beautiful lady with the most votes on the wall forever."

Then how do you divide who has bought the book and who has not bought it? How do you divide who has voted? Mr. Ji said with a bitter face: "Too many books are bought these days, and I can't remember the small ones. In case someone asks the servants of the house to vote with books..."

Isn't it normal for fans to swipe their votes? Just keep readers from making trouble. Cui Xie smiled slightly: "Don't you remember the flower printed on the back corner of the title page of the article? Ask them to cut the flower and put it in the box to vote. It doesn't matter if no one votes, it's just to find something to drag. Delaying time, let them not care about withdrawing the wall charts, I am afraid I will have time to draw new pictures after the New Year."

The planner arranged the matter with trepidation. He originally thought that there would be a lot of dissatisfaction with this work, but he didn't want to withdraw the exhibition and turn it into a vote. There would be some trouble. However, many customers went back to buy books just to vote for the beloved heroine. She was selected as the first beauty, and the new paintings can be permanently hung in the bookstore.

The sales rejuvenation was caught off guard. The shopkeeper's waist was straight again, and he was busy with his beard shaking. Even though his old arms and legs were stiff with fatigue, he was still satisfied with counting money at night.

After Laba is the New Year, when each family began to prepare for the New Year's ceremony, Cui Xie's "Four Books" was also compiled to the end.

He took the fine powdered paper printed in the store and copied it carefully in Taige style, asking to bind people into a book and inscribe his name. The book is composed of two-character pairs to eight-character pairs, with a total of more than 400 sentences, full of sages, solemn and vulgar. Along with the book, there was also a volume of paintings—not in comic style, but in real meticulous style with heavy colors. The light and shadow were spread out with layers of paint. The three-dimensional and realistic picture of Xie Qianhu riding a horse was inscribed on him. My own money is sealed with a newly carved private seal.

Somehow, what he remembered most about the Qianhu was the appearance of him riding a horse, so that later he was also interested in horse riding, as if he could be as handsome as Jin Yiwei after riding.

Before drawing this picture, he was worried that he could no longer remember what Xie Qianhu looked like. When he couldn't draw it, he would ask Cui Yuan and his son, and even those in the county government who had received imperial envoys. . But when he really started writing, he clearly remembered the lying silkworm under his eyes, the naturally smiling lips, and the almost gentle air when he spoke.

Cui Xie suddenly thought that it turned out that he was not handsome on horseback, but handsome himself. My appearance when riding a pony is different from others' style...maybe a few tens of centimeters away.

He has never been good at drawing horses. To draw this picture, he spent a few days sketching other people's postures when they were riding on the Wang’s racecourse. He also squatted next to the horses to observe the movements of muscles and bones, which wasted a lot of exercise time. But when he was able to draw this picture in the end, he felt that the work spent in these days was worth it, and this is what he should give away!

Cui Yuan helped him find a craftsman to mount the picture, and looked at the thin "Four Books Dialogue", couldn't help but persuade: "These two rituals are still a bit too thin, the young master should add dozens of sets of books, and What did the beauty write?"

Cui Xie recalled the exchange between the two, and smiled: "Xie Qianhu is a pure and upright person. Don't give him the Yuxian novels that laymen like to read. You can get a few boxes of paper, but you don’t need beautiful papers. Only after we printed those small notes of clear confession of flowers and fruits, we can only save face when we take them out."

This makes it appear that I am a serious cultural person, not the same way as those who drew yellow pictures.

He sealed the books, paintings, and papers in a small box and sent them to Commander Wang's house, and asked him to bring them there. Wang Xiangzhen weighed the weight and said with a smile: "The gifts you scholars give are really not affordable. Okay, my brother will turn around and add some gold, silver, pearls and jade to you, and promise not to let your gift be less than others'."

Cui Xie smiled bitterly: "Xie Qianhu has always known that I am poor, so I don't care about it. Brother Wang just sends it this way, and I can only give this kind of gift as a scholar. No matter how much it is, it won't be good."

Prince Wang squinted at him and said with a smile: "Yes, he was willing to help you at that time, and now he certainly doesn't account for your courtesy. Isn't it enough to have a share of your heart?"

The author has something to say: The couplet is selected from [Qing] Liang Zhangju's "Qiao Dulu"