Chapter 749 Deng Tai’s skills were shown in Xishu, Jiang Axe untied his heart
They came to an inconspicuous carriage in Xinranting, and walked down two men in simple and elegant blue shirts. When Fan Changhou saw that it was Chen Wang, the attendant of the Zuo Sanqi, and Li Jifu, the top scholar, who thought that according to Sun Yin’s noble character, he would at most squint his eyes and ignore it. Unexpectedly, Sun Yin actually pulled him forward with his own initiative. Li Jifu, who also saw the two of them, obviously did not expect Sun Yin to say hello, and could not hide the incredible feeling in his eyes. However, Chen Shaobao, who was in the entire Liyang Dynasty, had a prosperous official career comparable to Jin Sanlang, had no expression of surprise at all. He smiled at them, “Brother Sun, Mr. Yuetian, I agreed in advance that I will not drink alcohol today, and I can only use tea instead of wine. However, Jifu has already made plans to not return drunk, so you can just drink him.”
Sun Yin snorted coldly, “So what if I drink tea? I’ll drink wine. We can still let Lord Changsu go and relieve him four, five, six or seven times.”
Chen Wang smiled bitterly and clasped his fists and begged him, “Brother Sun, don’t bully fellow villagers. I beg Brother Sun to point the finger at Ji Fu, otherwise Mr. Yuetian can do it.”
Changhou Fan smiled and said, “My Lord Changshi, you can’t rely on your official hat to be a big shot. Just in front of you, it will damage the court’s dignity.”
Li Jifu looked at the three people who were talking nonsense, and was a little envious in his heart. Although he had been with the minister around him who was both a royal relative and an important official in the dynasty, he had never really let go of his hands and feet. Every time he returned home with a gathering, he had to think about whether there was anything wrong with the wording somewhere or any rude. No wonder Li Jifu was worried about gains and losses. Everyone knew that Chen Shaobao, who was the best close minister of the emperor, had a place in that small dynasty meeting, and was just around the corner. And compared to ordinary Beijing officials, Li Jifu knows more reliable inside information. The Secretariat, which had been hanging in the Liyang court for decades, was in a state of chaos after Qi Yanglong took over. Although Chen Wang, who served as the General Attendant of Zuo Sanqi in Menxia Province, was already a third-rank official, he was very likely to be transferred to the Secretariat within one or two years and serve as the Secretariat Minister who has not yet been “confirmed”. There are not many ministers from the three provinces and six ministries, but the minister of the Secretariat is undoubtedly the most important one. It is not that the Hanlin people are not awarded a beautiful posthumous title, but these rules do not control Chen Shaobao, the Secretariat of the Secretariat in his early thirties, may not be shocking in the old Liyang Dynasty when the martial arts chaotic country, but Li Jifu dares to assert that this must be a feat of officialdom that no one will come.
Zhao Youling, Yin Maochun, and Jin Lanting all had all the tasks, and they were staring at the title of “Chief Supervisor”.
But only Chen Wang was so absent-minded and wandering around in the garden.
Perhaps many people present at that time did not expect that the Xinranting party in Xiangfu’s second year left many popular romantic and elegant events in the history of later generations.
Dong Juran, a rookie in the calligraphy world who was praised by Tantanweng as “there are ghosts and gods in the Dong family’s wrists, and the words are like a spring breeze.” He wrote his eternal reputation”Xinran Ting”; Huang Quan, a young painter who was promoted to Qi Yanglong, was drunk after he personally spread the rice paper for him at Jin Lanting, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites. He drank the “Eight Immortals” that was hung by His Majesty the Emperor in the imperial study that day; and the “The Knight Walks to the Beijing” that almost overnight began with Sun Yin, including Jin Lanting, Yan Chiji, Song Keli, Chen Wang, Fan Changhou, and Gao Tingshu, who wrote this long poem that was famous all over the world.
Of course, how could there be only handsome heroes on Xinranting on this day, and no moving, the three Rouge Capital, each with their own strengths, take the stage, dancing or singing, especially the woman who once made the rouge list, Li Baishi, who was hailed as a double-character sensuality. That solo dance was amazing. What is even more amazing is that after that day, Li Baishi had completely disappeared in Tai’an City, and disappeared so resolutely, as if she had never lived in this world. Afterwards, someone guessed that based on her words at the banquet, she loved each other with an unknown swordsman, and since then, the fairy couple went to the world of freedom.
No wind and rain blow, the wind will dissipate.
The banquet was aborted until late at night. Li Jifu was already drunk and unconscious. Chen Wang, who was the highest official position and the only one who had not drunk alcohol, wanted to take Li Jifu away in person, but was tried to keep him away, so he could only ask someone to do his best to send Li Jifu back. The man was Jin Lanting, the minister of the Ministry of Rites. He personally helped Li Jifu back to the carriage with Gao Tingshu. Sun Yin left too late, but when they came, they were alone, as if no one was around, and were riding their horses in a drunken state, killing many of the most beautiful women in the capital. Under the instigation of everyone, Changhou Fan had another “sequential dispute” with Wu Congxian. Both sides made great moves. Although Wu Congxian lost the chess game, he did not lose his momentum, which made the audience exclaim. After this battle, Wu Congxian vaguely established the second place in Liyang Go under Changhou alone. Yan Chiji, Song Keli and the fellow villager with the nickname Kong Wuni left together. The articles, paintings and poems of “Xinranting”, “Drunk Eight Immortals” and “The Knights Go to Beijing” were handed over to the young emperor’s relatives, and he would be sent to the palace immediately.
The night was deep, the lights were still bright, and there were only more than ten people left in Xinran Pavilion. Chen Wang, who had never been drunk in the capital, stayed until the end. Fan Changhou and Wu Congxian had already played chess, and the latter returned with a group of friends. The people who still stayed in the pavilion were all new nobles in the officialdom of Tai’an City, and were willing to put aside their faces and get close to Chen Wang, a central high-ranking official. However, everyone is a scholar with a poetic and self-proclaimed attitude. Even if he drinks too much, his words and deeds still do not reduce his literati habits at all, and he should be very good. Chen Wang was never the kind of person who liked to be arrogant and was in harmony with them. Finally, I don’t know who was still unsatisfied, so I asked some money to call a musician singer who “got to the scene” to make money at this party. The woman held the pipa without makeup. Although it was not a national fragrance, the swaying lights also had a touching meaning. She was timid and obviously was at the banquet todayThe business is deserted and I have not recruited any business. I am not like other women in the same industry. Although I am tired, I have already returned with a lot of money. The woman sat on a prepared stool outside the pavilion, before playing the pipa, and quickly glanced at the people sitting on the cushion in front of the pavilion. Most of them sat on the cushion on the stairs. There were high and low differences between the steps. There were two young men standing side by side at the highest. She could also guess that since these people could appear in the Xinran Pavilion, instead of being far away from the pavilion like most scholars, they should be the most prestigious person in the banquets in the suburbs of Beijing today. They were the real big figures in Yangyang Tai’an City. Even if they were not today, they would definitely be in the future. She was confused for a moment. She was curious about what would happen if these young men who were waiting for the sound of her pipa put on their official uniforms?
The young man who hired her to sing music sat on the lower side of the steps, smiled and reminded softly: “Girl, it’s time to start a sound.”
Her pretty face turned red, she looked a little embarrassed and panicked, and she said softly: “Young Master, wait for a moment, let me give you a try.”
Listening to the woman’s gentle twisting of the pipa strings, Fan Changhou, who was able to sit side by side with Chen Shaobao, smiled and said, “It is a typical Jiangzuo Wu family technique in our Xiangzhou. It is good at the following wheels. The sound is not high, the festival is not fast, and the soothing is moderate. It is not fuller than the big bow in the north, but it also has a unique theme. Therefore, the song is also a small tune with Jiangnan charm. After drinking, it is indeed comfortable to listen to such a song.”
Chen Wang smiled and nodded, and said softly, “It was not until the capital that I realized that the pipa was originally in my hometown, and there was a saying of “Horse Drum”. I was just a shabby scholar back then and could not go to the border to study. To be ashamed, even if I wanted to be a good person, I could only make a laugh. So I have been very aware of the times and not attending banquets for so many years. It is really a compliment to others that I am not good at raising hopes. “
“The name of the lyrics and music, daughter is the red one, which means that the Jiangnan water, Jiangnan wine and the Jiangnan woman…” The woman explained to everyone the songs she was going to play and sing.
Hearing the woman’s clear voice, Changhou Fan exclaimed and smiled, “Coincidentally, it means that the daughter’s red wine. This custom has existed since ancient times. When a daughter is born in my family, a jar of wine will be buried. When the woman drinks, it is the day when the woman gets married. In addition, there is also the top scholar, and the man in the family took out the banquet…”
Then Changhou Fan suddenly found that Chen Wang seemed a little dazed.
“One cent rice and millet are surround the beam, and two cents of flowing water are slightly cool, and it is three cents of apricot fragrance. A spring thunder buried a jar. Eighteen years later, my daughter is red, my daughter is smiling, my daughter is beautiful, my new wine becomes aged, my mother is waiting to wear red clothes…”
Fan Chang, who closed her eyes and listened quietly to the sound of the pipa and the female singing, finally sighed softly. It turned out that the ending of this song was not as beautiful as the name of the wine.
The woman in the song has been waiting for many years, but she still hasn’t been able to wait for the young master who is far away from home, and she didn’t put on red clothes for other men, and she just died.
According to custom, if a woman in the family dies before she gets married, the jar of daughter’s red wine will be called a carving and should be taken out and drunk.
At the end of the song, it was said that the young master finally returned home. Although he was already the top scholar in high school, he could only drink the jar of wine alone at the grave.
After Fan Changhou opened his eyes, this time there was no sign of anything unusual on Chen Wang’s face.
The song ends and people gradually disperse.