Yu Jin knew that after this gentleman said that it would be hard for him to not become famous.

However, I have long tasted the popularity and have not taken fame and fortune too seriously, so I can still maintain a normal mind.

"Senior praised me, but I just got a few words of luck. I dare not invite praise me in front of me." Yu Jin quickly said modestly.

He was too old and was called Wang Shizhen, which was a bit ineligible and was called official title. However, Wang Shizhen resigned from his official position and simply called him senior. Anyway, there would be no mistake in calling him this way.

Wang Shizhen nodded and said, "It's rare not to be arrogant or impatient."

Yu Jin quickly expressed his desire to learn more from his seniors.

Several people walked and chatted, and Yu Jin also took the time to appreciate the plum blossoms.

There is a reason why such a grand poetry meeting was chosen to be held in Tanzhe Temple. First, it has a long history, and second, it is that the scenery here is beautiful, and the plum blossoms here are blooming particularly brilliantly in winter.

The plum trees planted here are all old plum trees that have been in the past few years. The plum blossoms are blooming proudly on the branches in the cold winter, one by one, one by one, and one by one. The plum blossoms seem to bend the branches. There are also many varieties of plum trees here, including red, white, and pink. The location of each tree is carefully arranged, like the stakes between plum blossoms, with red flowers intersecting each other, making people look pleasing to the eye.

The plum blossoms blooming in the wind bloom on the branches and walking in the plum garden makes people feel like they are in the sea of ​​flowers.

If it weren't for the fact that there were still ice and snow hanging on the branches, I would have thought this was a scene of flowers competing for beauty in spring.

The plum blossoms that are angry on the branches are so dazzling and dazzling in the quiet winter when everything is all. The beautiful plum blossoms not only embellish the quiet winter, but also make people feel beautiful and warm inside.

Yu Jin walked in the plum blossom forest, looking at the wonderful snow scene. Listening to the sound of ice plums falling from the branches, and smelling the faint and pleasant fragrance of flowers in the wind, he was a little intoxicated.

The plum blossoms in the snow are also a very worthy viewing scenery.

Putting the poetry meeting here correctly reflects the elegance of the literati.

The enclosed area was not big, so I walked around. Wang Shizhen found a group of stone tables to sit down, and Yu Jin and Yang Shuangzhi were also sitting aside. This depends on Yang Shuangzhi. He has one ability: when others talk, he is a good listener. When the scene is a little deserted, he will throw out a new topic in time.

As the leader of the literary world, Wang Shizhen always has a lot of people around him.

This is the best manifestation of personal charm.

During the conversation, he unknowingly mentioned the topic of Wang Shizhen's re-employment.

"Brother Yuanmei. You are both civil and military, and now you have removed the filial piety clothes. I wonder when will you stand up again and contribute to the Ming Dynasty?" Cheng Congwen, the rising star of the Imperial College, spoke.

"Yes," another juren named Zhang Jinchun nodded and said, "Brother Yuanmei is a talent for generals and ministers. If he does not serve the court, it will be a loss for the Ming Dynasty."

With these two people taking the lead, everyone present asked, and even Yang Shuangzhi spoke out.

When Wang Shizhen heard this, he waved his hand and said, "Recently, the family changes, and my father died unjustly. The old thief Yan is still at large. The dignified seven-foot man is helpless. He is really ashamed of being a son of humanity. His guilt has not been washed away. What is his face to become an official again?"

On that day, Wang Shizhen ran outside Yan's mansion to protect his father's life and knelt outside Yan's mansion, crying and kowtowing, begging Yan Song to let his life go. Yan Song was moved by him on the surface and told him that nothing would happen. But he turned around and asked his subordinates to accelerate their actions and killed Wang Jun.

The man was buried, but Wang Shizhen's heart has not yet been resolved.

Although Yan Song fell to the stage, his son was killed and his family's wealth was confiscated, he was still alive after all.

Hong Wei, a talented man from Qingzhou, couldn't help but curse: "It's all this traitor who ruined the country. When he served as the chief minister, he only cared about the private goods, sold official positions and titles, ignored the people's livelihood, did not repair military preparations, and gained benefits by himself if he had nothing to do. He would give him some advice to his subordinates. General Wang was loyal to the army and made many military achievements, but in the end he ended up like this."

"That's right, so many people die, but this old thief will not die."

"It's cheap to make him die."

"Brother Yuanmei, you don't have to be sad anymore. The old thief is now chasing all his family, betrayal of his relatives, and the white-headed man is enough for him to suffer. Besides, he offended too many people. It is said that some people sent people to secretly monitor him, not let him live a good life, nor let him die easily, and let him suffer a good torture."

"Haha, that's great. Such a person needs to teach him more lessons."

"Yes, I like to hear."

When everyone heard the news of Yan Song’s unluckyness, they all applauded, and even Wang Shizhen heard it, there was a smile on his face.

There is nothing better news than hearing the bad luck of an enemy.

Wang Shizhen said helplessly: "This old thief is obviously a treacherous minister, but some people in the people think that he is innocent, especially some scholars are deceived by him, which is really annoying."

Yan Song was able to take the position of chief minister of the cabinet and monopolized power in the Ming Dynasty for decades. He could not do it without some ability. In addition to his good at writing Qing Ci, he was also good at superficial skills. Even the shrewd Jiajing was surrounded by him.

In addition, he has good writing styles of starting a sect.

Even the person who hates Yan Song the most has to admit that his calligraphy is good.

In later generations, Yan Song had many calligraphy circulated. The most famous one was the Xiliu Biju pickle shop in the Grain Store in Hutong, Beijing. It was founded during the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty. It was written by Yan Song. To this day, this golden sign is still there. The calligraphy style is square and broad, the brushwork is majestic and broad, the font is vast but not stagnant, and the brushwork is strong but not clumsy. Its historical and calligraphy artistic value is extremely high, and it is a rare treasure among the works of the list.

Unfortunately, people are not as good as words.

Seeing that Wang Shizhen was a little unwilling to let go, Yu Jin felt aroused in his heart and said to Wang Shizhen with a smile: "Senior, those who think that Old Man Yan is good are mostly ignorant women and children. I heard that the seniors are very accomplished in opera, so why not write a play and expose his hypocritical appearance through opera?"

Wang Shizhen's eyes lit up and he slapped the table and said, "Okay, Wang wants to write a good show to reveal the ugly face of Old Piece Yan, hahaha."

If you want to say that the most widely spread is undoubtedly opera in ancient times, and Wang Shizhen is versatile and has a deep attainment in opera. Yu Jin's words immediately touched Wang Shizhen.

For a loyal minister, dying unjustly means dying with his eyes open. Wang Shizhen always wants to rehabilitate his deceased father. Unfortunately, even Yan Song fell, and Jiajing did not intend to rehabilitate his deceased father.

What the emperor said was a golden rule, and he asked him to admit his mistakes, especially people like Jiajing, who are extremely unlikely to be rehabilitated from the emperor, and it is also good to rehabilitate him in opera.

Maybe it can be remembered forever.

Wang Shizhen, who had a little low will, suddenly became energetic. At this moment, he made up his mind to do his best to write a play to expose Yan Song's disaster to the country and the people.

Not only should we justify our deceased father, but we should also let Yan Song, the old thief, be infamous for thousands of years.

Seeing Wang Shiguan's firm gaze, Yu Jin smiled slightly in his heart: "The Story of the Phoenix" is a legendary opera. This drama breaks through the habit of running the whole play with joys and sorrows of life and the joys and sorrows of life and the joys and sorrows of life and the brilliance of art. It is a treasure of art, and it is a precious cultural heritage.

Yu Jin was very proud of his unintentional push for history. (To be continued...)
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