The small Qinhuai River shuttles between the old city and the new city of Yangzhou City, and the banks are all streets and shops, song houses and teahouses, which are the most prosperous places in Yangzhou City. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

To the north of the city, there are many beautiful gardens and wilderness in the suburbs along the riverbank. Most of the gardens here are those of salt merchants. The scenery in the garden is beautiful, and the four seasons are different.

The West Garden of the Wang family is the best of the salt merchant gardens here. The venue of tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting is the West Garden of the Wang family.

As one of the three major salt merchants in Yangzhou, Wang Heting held a Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting in the West Garden, with the Salt Imperial Historical Inspection Institute, the Salt Transportation Division, the Fenshou Road, and the Yangzhou Mansion Response, which is like an official-run humanistic event.

Before the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting began, it was already very popular. There are many people in Jinling and Zhenjiang nearby.

When Sha Sheng, Jia Huan, and Master He arrived in the West Garden by boat, the garden was already full of people and guests.

In the golden autumn festival, the cinnamon is fragrant. When the moon is in the sky, Chengjiang is like practice.

The entire West Garden covers an extremely large area, and the beautiful scenery is unforgettable. The venue of tonight's poetry meeting is among the seven open halls in the riverside area of the West Garden.

The owner of this place, Wang Heting, came to greet Sha Sheng. Jia Huan followed Sha Sheng into the hall. When I saw the plaque on the hall that read: North Seven Hall, I knew it in my heart.

Sha Sheng's official position is right to participate in politics, and he has the highest official position in the local administrative system, and the time to the banquet is relatively late. At this time, the two major salt merchants outside the Wang family in Yangzhou City, plus the rest of the qualified salt merchants, all came to the scene.

Yang Yunzhi and Fei Tongzhi of the Salt Transportation Division, Li Xundao of the sub-patrol road, Jiang Governor of Yangzhou Prefecture, and Shen County of Jiangdu County have all been present. Officials above the seventh grade in Yangzhou City also came. Even the Yanyun Taizhou Branch, Guazhou Cangguan and others, who are not in Yangzhou City on weekdays, were not absent. It is indeed a Mid-Autumn Festival feast.

Officials, salt merchants, several celebrities and prostitutes in Yangzhou City sat in the main hall in the center, and the rest of the literati sat in the six halls on the left and right.

Jia Huan came in with Sha Guan, and did not show Lin Ruhai's invitation. He had made up his mind to hide it, if he used Lin Ruhai's invitation, it would be in the spotlight. There is no need to doubt the status of the Imperial History of Salt Patrol in Yangzhou City. Lin Ruhai is the number one person in the salt industry of Lianghuai.

The poetry meeting will have to wait a little longer before it starts.

Jia Huan looked at Sha Guan and the big and small officials in Yangzhou City to greet each other. His seat was behind Sha Guan, and after recognizing the faces of the officials in Yangzhou City, he said to Master He: "Mr. He, I'll go out to breathe." ”

He has little interest in socializing in officialdom.

Master He knew that Jia Huan had no plans to write poems today, so he nodded with a smile. In fact, famous prostitutes and beauties are now in the hall. For example, at this time, not far from the right at this time, a medium-sized beauty in colorful clothes, with a delicate appearance and full of aura, is Song Ruoyu, a famous artist in Jiangzuo, who is good at pipa. Instead, he preferred to sit in the hall and wait for the poetry meeting to begin.

In the golden autumn season, the river breeze comes slowly, and the hall is as warm as spring. It was a little chilly outside the hall. The North Seven Hall is now a hall on a hill about ten meters high. It is surrounded by courtyards, gardens, and gardens. The servants of Wang's Mansion shuttled through it, bringing melons and fruits, tea, and wine to the hall.

Jia Huan walked out of the hall and looked at the river view and the salt merchant gardens on both sides of the Xiaoqinhuai River from the corridor and terrace. At this time, because the poetry meeting had not yet begun, scholars could be seen wandering and talking everywhere.

Jia Huan was in a relaxed mood at the moment, gently patting the wooden railing and looking at the railing.

At this time, an exclamation suddenly came from the side, "Ziyu, is that you?" Ha ha! What a coincidence. ”

Jia Huan looked back in surprise, where did he have any acquaintances in Yangzhou? In the night, Ji Ming, a man of the same year, and two companions walked up from the terrace.

At the age of twenty-five or sixteen, Ji Ming studied in the first class of Wendao Academy, and was selected by the Shati School at that time. Afterwards, he left Wendao Academy. In the tenth year of Yongzhi, he was lifted together with Jia Huan, Gongsun Liang, and Luo Xiangyang. In May this year, when the great grandmaster Fang Wangnan returned to Jinling, Ji Ming accompanied him. Jia Huan also went to the south of the city to say goodbye.

This is a foreign acquaintance.

Jia Huan happily stepped forward to greet him, "Ji Dexin!" Ha, that's a coincidence. You're also here for tonight's poetry party? As he spoke, he suddenly became abrupt. Ji Ming is a native of Xinghua County, Yangzhou Prefecture, as a lifter, a local celebrity, and belongs to the gentry class, it is normal to appear at tonight's poetry meeting.

Ji Ming laughed, "Isn't it! I haven't seen Ziyu in the capital for a few months, but I didn't expect to see Ziyu in Yangzhou. It's a great joy in life! ”

One of Ji Ming's companions snorted in his nose and said, "What do you mean by 'come too'?" Could this be the poetry meeting you run at home? Isn't my eldest brother qualified to come? ”

A crisp Yangzhou woman's rhyme.

Jia Huan was a little embarrassed.

Ji Ming said apologetically: "Ziyu, my sister is fast-talking, I hope you will forgive me." As he spoke, he introduced the two people around him. The woman dressed as a man is his fourth sister, and it is inconvenient to say the name of the girl. The accompanying friend was a student surnamed Huang.

Ji Simei's round face and bangs are combed, she is about fifteen or sixteen years old, and her appearance is slightly pretty. can be regarded as a little beauty. Cheerful and lively.

Huang Xiucai was dressed in a jade-colored straight jacket, holding a folding fan in his hand, and was the same age as Ji Ming. At first glance, he is Ji Simei's suitor.

After a few pleasantries, the poetry meeting is about to begin. The literati all began to walk towards the North Seventh Hall, ready to take their seats.

Huang Xiucai invited slightly sarcastically: "If Friend Jia doesn't have a seat, you can come with us." Brother Ji has a reputation in Yangzhou City. was arranged by Wang Yuanwai in the West Second Hall. ”

The north seven halls, a main hall in the middle, and three halls on the east and west sides, are transparently connected. can sit in the West Second Hall, and the auction name is still quite high.

Ji Ming smiled bitterly and shook his head. He hadn't had time to introduce Jia Huan's identity to his friends and sister. Just said a few words about the situation after the don't come to the capital. With the idea of friends and sisters, it is difficult for people passing by Yangzhou to visit relatives to have a seat in tonight's poetry meeting.

However, he knows Jia Huan's poetry level. As long as Jia Huan shows his identity, he is qualified to sit in the main hall.

This is not just because Jia Huan has the name of a prodigy, and the name of the poem that Fang Wang, the great master of the literary world in Jinling has helped him promote: the poetry of the National Dynasty, a hundred years later, it should be Jia Ziyu. The words of the genius are too ordinary. Jia Huan's status is similar to that of a supernova in the poetry world.

Jia Huan was about to say: I have a place in the main hall.

There were five or six talkative scholars walking by. One of them said proudly: "You don't know. I heard that Jia Qingsong from Beizhi is coming to participate in the poetry meeting tonight. Brother You'an has contacted the city sergeant and will definitely let him see my Yangzhou characters. ”

"It's the pole, it's the pole."

"Exactly. It's only eleven years old, but the great grandmaster praised it so highly that we were not convinced. ”

A group of scholars roared past.

Ji Ming couldn't help laughing, "Ziyu, you have an opponent tonight." He didn't think that these scholars in Yangzhou could suppress Jia Huan. Just kidding! When they are really mountain chiefs, scholars, general constitutions, and grandmasters, their vision is fake!

Jia Huan smiled, "Then forget it." I was just passing through Yangzhou. He said to Huang Xiucai: "Thank you Friend Huang for your kindness, since this is the case, I will follow Brother Ji with the cheekiness." ”

His belly is condensed with the essence of centuries of poetry. But, even if he overwhelms Yangzhou City, what good can he do? The purpose of his coming to Jiangnan is to learn the scriptures, not to show off his skills!

In fact, poets, life is generally very bumpy. For example, when it comes to Yangzhou City, I have to mention Du Mu. Ten years of Yangzhou dream, won the Qinglou Bo Xing name. seems to be very chic, but there is sadness hidden behind it - he has not been promoted for ten years.

Another example is Tang Bohu, a genius in Jiangnan. What happened to this one is well known. is a street boy who hasn't even entered the official career.

Jia Huan has no idea of learning from his predecessors. He can copy poems and be a pure cultural person: laughing, dancing and singing for 50 years, sleeping in the flowers and the moon. This is not in line with his ambitions. It also does not correspond to his situation at this time.

There is still a knife hanging over Jiafu's head!

Listening to the conversation between Ji Ming and Jia Huan, Ji Simei and Huang Xiucai were a little dumbfounded. Isn't this a young man in front of you? And from the capital, he is also surnamed Jia.

The two had a guess in their hearts, but they hadn't confirmed it yet. But the words are a lot more polite.

…

Mid-Autumn Festival. Celebrities gathered, full of friends.

In the main hall of the North Seventh Hall, the banquet began. Wang Heting arranged for Quyi to sing. After three rounds of wine, all the celebrities present are invited to produce works and be sung by the quyi troupe. Poetry can be sung. If it is a good work, it will spread all over the south and south of the Yangtze River in a few days.

Zheng Wenzhi, the eldest son of Zheng Yuanjian, a big salt merchant, is in his thirties, with a round face and a nose and a somewhat frivolous temperament, and laughed. After such a grand event, after tonight, the head of Yangzhou salt merchants is afraid that it will be Wang Heting. Tens of thousands of taels of silver, buying this name is really a good calculation.

Zheng Wenzhi raised his wine glass and said to a handsome, expansive man beside him who was laughing with the beauties around him: "Zihe, it's up to you tonight." ”

See how he stirs things up.

The man named Zihe nodded proudly.

In the north seven halls, seven halls are connected through the air. Jia Huan, Ji Ming, Ji Simei, and Huang Xiucai sat together, and they could see and hear the singing and dancing in the main hall from a distance.

Jia Huan is not very interested in these. It's not pretending, it's not appreciating. Poetry, he can appreciate. But appreciating dance, where will he be? He couldn't understand ballet, Latin dance, cha cha dance, rabbit dance, let alone ancient dance?

And the songs, the ancient and modern singing methods are so far apart that he can't know whether the other party sings well or badly. In online texts, there are many passages where the crowd sings a classic modern song, which can turn the fascination of ancient beauty fans and make a promise to each other. However, with hundreds of years of musical estrangement, how can it be right to have the right appetite?

Jia Huan and Ji Ming chatted while drinking. Ji Ming introduced the story of Yangzhou City and Jiangnan. Ji Simei interjected a few words from time to time. Huang Xiucai stared dryly on the side.

Ji Ming pointed to the beautiful woman who had just played a pipa song and said: "The Jiangnan region is full of humanities. Zhong Lingyuxiu. There are a lot of talents and beauties. The good deeds are all over the ranking of the four great talents and the four famous prostitutes. Everyone in Song is a pipa master. There is the level of skill depicted in the pipa line of Bai Lotte. ”

Jia Huan nodded with interest.

Ji Simei interjected: "The remaining three famous prostitutes are: Yuan Jingxiang, Lin Qianwei, and Liu Ruyan. The four great talents are..."

At this time, a scholar came in from the West Second Hall and said loudly: "Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, please have one poem for each of you to toast." ”

As he spoke, a pen and paper came down.

Jia Huan was speechless for a moment. I still have to write (copy). (To be continued.) )