When Princess Jianwen heard this, she could only give up this idea, and she didn't dare to force anything.

Chen Shihong, who was waiting in the post house, didn't know that he was about to be summoned by the saint for questioning, and looked at the book leisurely.

For Chen Shihong, the only pleasure in Beijing is that you can find a lot of books, and Liuli Street in Beijing specializes in selling books.

At the end of the Wei Dynasty, the world was in turmoil, and it was difficult for Xirong items to come in, and the merchants had no supply of goods, so they had to sell other items.

In the midst of the war, books were the least valuable, so many dignitaries sold their home collections, and these merchants also collected them at a very low price and burned them as firewood.

After the Yu Dynasty Dingding, the capital was too peaceful, and the nouveau riche wanted to be vassally elegant, so the price of this book became higher and higher, and the people of Liuli Street also spread a saying that the world was too peaceful to read, so they began to print books and sell books, but did not sell those Xirong items.

After Chen Shihong commented on the book in his hand, he saw that the sky was really good, so he prepared to go to Liuli Street to find a few books again.

When I arrived at the Seven Inches Heaven Bookstore on Liuli Street, Chen Shihong walked in, and the bookstore owner hurriedly greeted him and said, "Lord Chen, you are here." ”

"You don't need to call me an adult, just call me a husband."

Chen Shihong values this shop, because the couplet of this store is written very elegantly, the bookstore owner also told Chen Shihong that the couplet is written by a Jinshi, the Jinshi when the original shabby, his ancestors rented a shop to him, let him sell books for a living, after Jinshi high school, this bookstore returned to his home, this is also stained with wealth, the business has been good in the past dynasties, and even Lin Quan has come to patronize, and later the father of the bookstore owner, because of chance, went to the capital and opened this store on Liuli Street.

The owner of the bookstore was naturally very proud of this matter, and he would talk about it to all the guests who came.

When Chen Shihong was choosing a book, the bookstore owner talked to a strange guest about it again, and the scholar heard that Lin Quan had patronized them, so he hurriedly asked the bookstore owner which books Lin Quan had bought at that time.

The owner of the bookstore then took out a few anthologies that did not sell very well and handed them to the scholar.

The scholar saw that the author of the anthology was not very famous at this time, but believed that this was a secret legend, and hurriedly paid for it.

Chen Shihong glanced at it and couldn't help but smile, he knew that one of these collections of essays was written by Mr. Ma Er of Fengcheng, although this Mr. Ma Er was called Mr. Ma, but in fact his knowledge was not worth mentioning, and his collection of essays was not even looked down upon by the people of Fengcheng.

However, Chen Shihong didn't bother to say it, this scholar couldn't even tell the quality of the anthology, and persuaded him by himself, but it made him unhappy, but he quarreled, but the three of them were unhappy.

Among the selections, Chen Shihong took a fancy to a collection, which is a collection of poems, very thin, with only more than 100 poems.

But this first poem, Chen Shihong liked it.

"Nanzhi is so glamorous that he has a different spring.

Yan Qi Yue Ji is not sick wine, and Chu Nu learns to paint her lips in the morning.

The fragrant white snow peach blossom flakes, the moon is light and the butterfly pink is light.

I remember that I have seen the place in the creek, and the spoon has the most spirit. ”

This poem is written about Chunmei, but it is very elegant, and it is obviously from the deep boudoir.

Chen Shihong asked the bookstore owner whose episode it was, and the bookstore owner looked at it, and then said, "Well, the little old man has forgotten it." ”

Chen Shihong didn't ask much, and asked about the price, but the bookstore owner saw that this small book was not worth much, so he didn't ask for money.

Chen Shihong didn't want to take it away like this, just bought a set of books casually, and it was done.

When he was about to leave, the bookstore owner remembered something and said to Chen Shihong: "Chen Xianggong, by the way, there is a poetry club the day after tomorrow, and the main meeting is a famous scribe in the capital, he wants to find some colleagues to get together, I don't know if Chen Xianggong is willing?" ”

"If you can have such an elegant thing, you naturally can't miss it, but there are many masters in this capital, and you may not be able to look down on me, a country person."

"Chen Xianggong, you are joking, you are a ......" The bookstore owner was about to talk about the matter of Hanlin Bachelor, but remembered that Chen Shihong didn't like people to mention this matter, so he stopped and said with a smile: "Chen Xianggong, if you arrive, then Cao Xianggong will be happy." ”

Chen Shihong asked where the Wenhui was, and the bookstore owner said with a smile: "Who doesn't know the Wenhui in the capital, but in the Rouge River." When Chen Xianggong arrives at Haitang Residence, after you talk about your intentions, someone will entertain you. ”

"There's no need for hospitality, and Chen doesn't lack that meal."

"It's the little old man who uses the wrong words, see sin, see sin."

Chen Shihong returned home, looked at the poems in the book, thought about him, and thought: "I was originally the lord of Hongwen County, Princess Jianwen is already extremely rare, I didn't expect that in addition to the two of her, there is still a full life, but unfortunately there is no name in this poem, but it is a pity." ”

That night, Chen Shihong dreamed of the woman in his sleep, reciting poetry and harmony, but it was indescribably comfortable.

It's a pity that good dreams are always the easiest to wake up, and when Chen Shihong was thinking about a poem, he was awakened by the sound of a rooster crowing.

He could only get up and wash up and start reading in the morning.

After dawn, Chen Shihong changed his outfit, wore a green scarf, took a Confucian scarf, pretended to be a showman, and went to the Rouge River.

He found a carriage, and after getting into the car, the coachman said to Chen Shihong: "Xianggong, when you come to the capital to study, you should naturally focus on books. ”

When Chen Shihong heard the coachman say this, he became interested and asked the coachman why he said this.

The coachman sighed and told Chen Shihong that many students who came to the capital to study because they heard about the Rouge River, so they went to the Rouge River to have a look.

In the end, these people were trapped by the red sleeve array, and it was difficult to get out, and when they had money, they naturally burned incense with broken hair, and promised life and death, but when they didn't have money, it didn't matter if you were Xiao Lang or Liu Lang, the sticks would burst out.

The money was spent, the studies were delayed, and in the end it was swept away, so why bother?

Chen Shihong said with a smile: "I went this time to participate in a scribe's literary meeting, not to go to Zhangtai. ”

"Xianggong, I saw that you are a loyal person, so I said more, in this capital, there are no scribes, but a group of people are just vassals and elegant."

Speaking of the coachman, when Chongwen was seven years old, there was a son who held a literary meeting, gathered a large group of literati, and did a literary meeting on the painting boat of the Rouge River.

However, at that grand literary meeting, in the end, I saw the Chu girl dancing her sleeves, and Qi Wa chanted, although it was lively, but not a poem was made.

When Chen Shihong heard the coachman say this, he understood that on the West Lake in Fengcheng, there are often such things, and the sons of these princes don't know a few big characters, and they don't dare to fall behind in the vassal elegance.

These poems are all other people's pens, integrated collections, and engraved printing, Chen Shihong has also bought this kind of collection, the last poem is still learning Yuxi Sheng, the next poem is Xiao Du, a person's poetry style, there can be hundreds, enough to make people laugh.

I didn't expect that the same is true in the capital, it seems that the whole world is really the same heart, and it is the same reason.

Thinking of this, Chen Shihong couldn't help but smile, and the coachman asked: "This minister, I don't know what you are laughing at." ”

"It's fine, I just thought of some interesting things and couldn't help but laugh."

When he arrived at the gate of the Begonia Residence, there were two servants there, Chen Shihong got out of the carriage and arched his hand and said: "Two, Xiaosheng heard that Ling Gongzi held a literary meeting here, and he was envious in his heart, and he wanted to participate in this grand event, I don't know if it is possible?" ”

After the servant listened, one of them asked, "Isn't the king from the capital?" ”

"Xiaosheng is from Fengcheng, and now he is coming to Beijing to study."

When the servant had heard this, he went in to give an offer, and soon a young man came out, but the young man was not very good-looking.

The man's eyes were a little big, a bit like a fish's eyes, and his mouth was big, like the mouth of a silver carp, and of course there was a starry face.

Chen Shihong's impression of this person was not very good at first sight, but he thought that there were many talented and unattractive people, and he also saluted.

After the salute, Chen Shihong learned that this was Cao Xixiong, the owner of the Wenhui, Haoer Mountain.

In addition, it is this Cao Xixiong's father who is a Hanlin who once participated in the revision of the Thirteen Classics.

Cao Xixiong's matter was said by the servant to increase Cao Xixiong's prestige.

Cao Xixiong also asked Chen Shihong's name, and Chen Shihong said on a whim that his name was Li Changji, and the cursive character was Tai'an.

When Cao Xixiong heard this, he was not impressed, and he must not be a famous person, so his enthusiasm decreased a little.

At this party, Cao Xixiong had a unique taste and made a twist of water.

There were a lot of people who came to participate in the cultural meeting, and when arranging the seats, Chen Shihong, who was not famous, was naturally arranged at the back.

After everyone sat down, everyone else knew each other, only Chen Shihong was an outsider, so Cao Xixiong still introduced it.

The literati around also responded one by one, waiting for the beginning of the literary meeting.

After the table was full of food, Cao Xixiong told everyone that since it was a literary meeting, then they should chant and compose poems, and if they made it, then everyone would drink, and if they didn't make it, they would be punished with three glasses.

Cao Xixiong also said that this time the literary meeting was originally an exchange between literati, and there was no need to limit the topic, let alone the rhyme.

As soon as Chen Shihong heard this request, he knew that this group of people was really catching knives, if it was really a little level, even if there was no limit to rhyme, it was necessary to limit words.

Cao Xixiong was the most proficient, so he was naturally the first to speak, he pretended to think for a while, and then chanted a song of seven laws.

Next, everyone raised their glasses and drank a glass, and the next people all chanted their own songs, exported chapters, and became poems in seven steps, making Chen Shihong more aware that this group of people did not have the slightest talent.