When Tamerlane was marching to the East with his armed forces and his iron horse, Jinling, the capital of the Ming Dynasty, was still peaceful.
After several years of development during the Yongle Dynasty, Jinling became even more prosperous. With the opening of the sea for trade, more and more exotic goods flooded the markets of the Ming Dynasty. Many foreigners in strange clothes often walked the streets, as calm as the locals in Jinling.
people.
Because young women in the Ming Dynasty were rarely seen in public, and Hu people took the opportunity to open restaurants, employing beautiful girls from foreign lands. The exotic beauties' amorous feelings, and the characteristics of singing and dancing that were different from those in the Central Plains, attracted a large number of drunkards.
Guest. The style of the prosperous Tang Dynasty is vaguely reappeared.
Xia Xun was riding leisurely on his horse, with the breeze blowing on his face. The drunkenness subsided a little, and he suddenly felt refreshed in his chest.
The winter in the south of the Yangtze River was not too cold. He drank wine again and felt more comfortable when he was blown by the wind. Today, he went to pay farewell to the tribal leader who had worked as slaves such as Ladaha and Gulu.
On such an occasion, the person giving the farewell party was a big northern man who was good at drinking. He wanted to cheat and show off. Although no one forced him to drink, in order to show his sincerity, he didn't drink the wine too coquettishly, so he drank too much.
At this time, the power of the wine had dissipated, and I felt hot all over my body. When I felt the wind blowing, I felt very comfortable. I was not in a hurry to go back home. I just let the horse play and let the power of the wine wear off, otherwise I would go back drunk.
My beloved wife feels distressed and has to complain again.
After walking around in the market, the strength of the wine gradually faded away, and I was able to enter my own mansion. I turned into an alley and saw two horses walking side by side in front of me, slightly staggered by a distance. The man walking in front had a high hat and a long sleeve.
Gone with the wind, he looks like an elegant scribe, but riding on the pony next to him is a child of eight or nine years old.
The child was dressed in red and had his hair in a double-horned bun. It was as if he had returned to Beijing for the first time. He was looking around, curious about everything. As he was walking, another horse galloped out of the alley beside him. Immediately he sat on a horse.
The monk in gray clothes raised the horse's head to get out of the way. The monk on the horse looked at the child's rosy face and red lips. He was very upright. He liked it in his heart, so he chanted: "Red boy, ride a horse."
Swim back down the street.”
Unexpectedly, the child glanced at him and replied: "Son of the Red Emperor, you can kill snakes."
The monk just said a joke and didn't expect the child's answer to be so neat. This was what he said in random words and was definitely not a complete sentence. Therefore, the child did not answer his question by rote. In this way, the child's answer was
His talent and learning are astonishing.
The monk was a very knowledgeable and enlightened monk. He drove his horse along the road with the child. When he saw his hair and horns combed, he said again: "The bull's head is so happy that it has dragon's horns!"
The child was a little angry when he heard him compare his head to a bull's head, and immediately replied: "How can ivory come out of a dog's mouth!"
"Qian'er!"
The middle-aged man walking in front heard the exchange between the child and the monk. He turned around and glared at him accusingly. The child stuck out his tongue and stopped talking. The middle-aged man apologized to the monk again and said: "The little dog has nothing to say.
It’s like this, Master, don’t blame me!”
The monk was not annoyed by the child's rude words. Instead, he looked shocked, looked him up and down, nodded and praised: "Okay, okay, okay, this benefactor, Mr. Ling is so talented at such a young age."
, I will definitely be an official of the country in the future."
The middle-aged man smiled humbly and said, "Master, thank you!"
The monk laughed, raised his horse's head, and ran forward.
Xia Xun rode behind and heard the exchanges between the two sides clearly. He couldn't help but secretly exclaimed: "This little guy, at such a young age, can speak in a well-organized manner. He is amazing!"
Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man taught his son a lesson: "It's not about the beauty of poetry. Poetry and poetry can't benefit the people and help the world as much as governing the country and economy! Even if you can write a lot of articles and fight for hundreds of times, it will only leave you with a false reputation."
What is the benefit to the country, and what benefit is it to the people? Look at how many people have benefited from assisting the Duke of the country, pacifying the Japanese pirates, governing Liaodong, allowing civil and military officials, and providing relief to the south of the Yangtze River. How many people have benefited from him? Does he have a poem that has been handed down from generation to generation? Poetry and lyrics are so wonderful that they are written on paper
"The brilliance of governing a country and ensuring peace of the state exists in the world!"
The child immediately bowed his head politely on the horse and said: "Yes, I will obey your father's teachings!"
Xia Xun felt very ashamed after hearing this: "Brother, do you have such a great reputation among the people? Ashamed, ashamed. I also want to write hundreds of poems over wine and have people praise me as a great talent. The problem is... I have no money. Plagiarism.
Other people's poems are really boring, but if they really want to become famous because of them, literati and poets will flock to them, and they will answer a few ordinary sentences, and the secret will be exposed immediately, and they will be ruined. Now they are praised by this person."
Xia Xun was behind and couldn't see clearly the appearance of the father and son. Now that he was being praised by the little prodigy's father, he felt a little guilty. He was too embarrassed to ride his horse and run into someone else's house, so he followed slowly behind.
Unexpectedly, when Xia Xun arrived in front of his house, he saw the monk he had just seen standing under the lintel. When the father and son arrived in front of his house, they also stopped, saddled their horses, tied the horses on the hitching posts, and picked up the horses.
Going up the stairs, the monk who was waiting for the report at the door turned around and saw the father and son. He couldn't help but smile in surprise: "Is the donor also here to visit Duke Fu?"
The middle-aged man couldn't help but wonder: "So the master also came to the Duke Fu's mansion as a guest?"
While they were talking, they ran out of a door and said to the monk: "I'm sorry, master, my master is not here. If you have anything to do, please come back another day!"
Just as he said this, he saw Xia Xun sitting on the horse behind him. He couldn't help but ouch and quickly saluted: "Master, you are back!"
When he shouted, the monk and the middle-aged man turned around together. Xia Xun got off his horse and stepped forward to meet them. He looked at the two of them with some confusion and said, "You two are..."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped talking when he saw the middle-aged man's face. The man in front of him looked so familiar. His name was on his lips, but he suddenly couldn't say it.
When the man saw Xia Xun, his face was full of joy and he quickly saluted and said: "My lord!"
Xia Xun shouted "Ah": "Yu Qian!"
Isn't the person in front of him exactly the Master Yu whom he met when he followed Li Jinglong and Tie Xuan to encircle and suppress pirates in eastern Zhejiang? It's just that his name is clearly on his lips, but he can't remember it, but there is no need to think about his son's name.
, just open your mouth and come.
Yu Qian's father is called Yu Ren. After hearing Xia Xun's words, he smiled from ear to ear and said: "The Duke has a good memory, and he still remembers the name of the puppy. Qian'er, why don't you come forward and pay homage to the Duke!"
The boy next to him with clear eyes and perfect features immediately stepped forward, bowed his head solemnly, and said politely: "Yu Qian has met the Duke!" After saying this, a pair of dark eyes quickly glanced at Xia Xun.
, eyes full of curiosity.
"Hahaha, my dear nephew, please get up quickly!"
At home that day, Xia Xun and Yu Ren were brothers. Now that he has become the Duke of the country, and the tide has risen, Yu Ren no longer dares to meet each other as brothers, and Yu Qian naturally does not dare to call himself "nephew", but in
In Xia Xun's heart, he felt guilty calling Yu Shaobao a good nephew, so there was no reason why he wouldn't want to get close to him. Yu Ren secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Yu Shaobao treated his father and son as he always did.
He took his son to Beijing to visit an old friend in the Imperial College. His son was very talented and had no teachers in his hometown to teach him. Yu Ren was afraid that it would delay his son's future, so he wanted his son to study in the Imperial College. But his son was still young.
It is very difficult to take the exams in the right way. If you want to go in and sit in, you have to ask someone for help. Lao Yu has always had a quiet temperament and has no desires. He rarely asks for help. However, for the sake of his son's future, he has to do whatever it takes.
return.
His old friend tested Yu Qian's knowledge and happily agreed to come down as if he saw the jade. After the matter was settled, Yu Ren thought about Xia Xun and couldn't come to visit him, so he was really hesitant. Xia Xun is not what he used to be.
Does a visit to his home seem like a sign of clinging to someone? But Xia Xun was very benevolent to him, so if he didn't visit him when he arrived in Jinling City, it would really go against his way of being a human being.
Yu Ren hesitated for a long time, and then thought that he had an open heart, so why should he care about other people's opinions and just do things based on his heart, so he brought his son here. Now he saw that Xia Xun treated his father and son as always, and had no regard for him.
It seems that I have let go of my worries, but I am secretly ashamed that I should not make random assumptions about others.
After greeting each other, chatting and laughing for a while, Xia Xun turned to the monk. He really didn't know this monk, and couldn't help but wonder: "Where does the master come from, and why do you want to see me?"
After just two moments of talking, the monk stood aside with a smile and didn't say much. At this time, he heard Xia Xun's inquiry, and then he turned his head and answered: "The poor monk is a monk from Jingshan Temple. His monastic name is Gu Chun. He was taught by Master Daoyan."
I was summoned to go to Beijing to study the "Wenhua Baojian". There are some trivial matters that need to be reported to the Duke, so Master Daoyan sent a poor monk here."
Xia Xun smiled and said: "Okay, okay, then please come into the house together. Let's sit down and talk in detail, please!"
Xia Xun greeted Yu Ren and Monk Gu Chun into the house very politely. Yu Qian straightened his clothes and followed his father step by step. His behavior was actually quite calm and elegant. But he was too young and had a childish look on his face.
Acting like an adult, like a little adult, will inevitably make people laugh.
"Please, please, Brother Yu, please come this way, Master, please!"
Xia Xun smiled and let them go to the living room in the west wing. Jinyi Night Walk walked around a clump of flower trees. Suddenly, a person appeared on both sides of the path in front, and two bright beams of light came towards him. Xia Xun saw clearly that it was his own
The two naughty baby girls seemed to be holding two pieces of bamboo tubes in their hands. Before they could scold them, water jets came towards them. Xia Xun hurriedly turned around and pushed Master Gu Chun with his left hand. With his right hand, Yu Ren and Huo Di stepped onto the road.
Go to both sides.
Only Yu Qian, who was following behind, walking calmly, as if he were an adult, had no time to dodge, so he had to remain unchanged in response to all changes, and let the two water jets shoot back into his face. The two girls looked triumphantly.
Laughing: "Sai'er! You know how to be invisible. This time you will run away... run away... run away..." Seeing clearly that it was not Tang Sai'er who was coming towards them, the two girls couldn't help being dumbfounded, but the water was
There was not a drop of it, and it sprayed all over Yu Qian's head and face.
Yu Shaobao wiped the water on his face and said calmly: "Girls should smile without showing their teeth and wear skirts. Is this the way these two girls treat guests?" (To be continued.)