So Qin Dewei, a local, led the way, and the three of them walked westward along the Qinhuai River.
I saw pavilions and pavilions scattered along both sides of the river, which can be said to be ten miles of pearl curtains. Painted boats were shuttled back and forth on the river, and orchestral flutes and drums were faintly heard.
No matter on the terrace by the river or in the boat seats, there are many red and green beauties sitting there. They are generous and generous and are not afraid of being watched. It is a pleasure to walk along.
As for the beauty who has a man next to her, who would pay attention to the man when she walks here?
Mr. Zeng and Xiao Li looked at it and shook their heads. The world was really declining. Such a luxurious and extravagant atmosphere of the Six Dynasties actually appeared in our glorious capital of the Ming Dynasty, right next to the sacred Academy and Gongyuan!
Qin Dewei said: "Right now, houses on the Qinhuai River are the most expensive. The river houses near Gongyuan, from Dongshuiguan to Wuding Bridge, rent starts at 8 taels a month. People who are not rich can't afford it!"
As he spoke, Qin Dewei sighed again, as if he was very sorry: "It's a pity that these water view and river houses are all built by private parties."
"The richest kid from a rich family doesn't necessarily live here, right?" Xiao Li suddenly said, "Go to the old Qinhuai courtyard, book a satisfactory place, live there for a few months to prepare for the exam, and study at night with red sleeves, which is better than just living by the river.
Housing costs more.”
Qin Dewei laughed dumbly. He couldn't tell that Cave Master Xiao Li was quite boring.
After walking for a while, we crossed Wuding Bridge and arrived at Taibai Tower. Qin Dewei asked the waiter at the door again and found that there were no free seats.
In this exam year, scholars from the fourteen counties in the south and north of the Yangtze River gathered together on the Qinhuai River. Especially the proportion of wealthy people was high, so it was inevitable to invite friends to have banquets and parties.
At a well-known restaurant like Taibai Restaurant located at Wuding Bridge on the Qinhuai River, how can you get free seats without making a reservation in advance? Jiangdong Little Overlord’s face is not easy to use either!
Qin Dewei walked around the door a few times, but he had no choice but to say to Zeng and Li: "Either change places, or wait?"
While he was talking, Qin Dewei suddenly discovered that there seemed to be someone outside the door of Taibai Tower who deliberately turned his back to him.
Just now, I walked around a few times inside and outside my door to observe the situation, but what I always saw was the back of this person, and this back looked extremely familiar.
Qin Dewei walked around in a circle suspiciously and walked towards the man, but the man naturally adjusted his angle and always turned his back to him.
Finally, Qin Dewei walked up to the man, put his head around and finally saw the man's profile, and exclaimed in surprise: "Isn't this friend Wang! What a coincidence today, I have to meet friend Wang in front of Taibai Tower!"
Wang Fengyuan, a rising star in Nanjing's traditional literary world, a close disciple of the old alliance leader, the son of one of the Three Great Masters of Jinling, a quasi-celebrity, and a member of the Prefecture Student School, Wang Fengyuan rolled his eyes, what the hell is this day of riding a horse? You should check the almanac before going out!
I was originally asking Wang Lianqing to inquire about the movements of the Qingxi Club group, but I didn’t expect that I would find no place after trying hard to find a place. Today I met my friend Wang!
There were two other people standing with Wang Fengyuan, both of whom were young. One looked to be in his late teens and the other was in his twenties.
The two of them were very baffled when they saw Wang Fengyuan's sudden change of expression, like rain, fog or wind. Looking at the newly appeared young boy, they suddenly realized the age and heroic appearance of this childhood sweetheart!
"I don't have time to fight with you today!" Wang Fengyuan simply and rudely blocked the enemy from entering the country.
Qin Dewei looked at the others and sighed: "Ji Shan, you have changed a group of friends again? Every time I see you, the friends around you are different."
"Shut up! Don't come over here!" Wang Fengyuan warned: "Today is our local official meeting with some of our colleagues from Suzhou for a drink and then a text meeting. You are a primary school student, so don't act nonsense!"
"That's a coincidence!" Qin Dewei waved to Mr. Zeng and Cave Master Li, and then said to Wang Fengyuan: "There are also two Yangzhou governors here. If the governors of the three major mansions in Jiangdong, Jiangnan and Jiangbei meet,
, isn’t it a beautiful talk!”
Wang Fengyuan glared at Qin Dewei, "You're going to join just because you said you're going to come? Do I know you that well? This is a gathering of acquaintances. Why do you, someone so incomparable, come to join in the fun!"
Until now, Wang Fengyuan has not introduced each other to the people on both sides. He is obviously determined to keep people away from thousands of miles away, and has erected a firewall to directly isolate the primary school students!
Qin Dewei had no choice but to say to Wang Fengyuan: "I have a few words to say to my friend Wang."
"If you don't listen, don't open your mouth." Wang Fengyuan replied concisely and concisely.
Then Wang Fengyuan greeted the two friends around him, "Let's go in first and wait for others, so as not to be entangled by other people outside!"
Qin Dewei, who had nowhere to start, became worried, why did this prince become so insecure?
"Are you a primary school student?" The foreign scholar behind Wang Fengyuan suddenly couldn't help but said curiously: "I heard about you from Mr. Hengshan."
Afraid that no one would talk to him, Qin Dewei quickly responded: "May I ask your surname?"
"I'm Wang Yan, Taicang." The man also introduced himself.
Qin Dewei was a little surprised, today is really a celebrity day, this Wang Yan is actually a legend.
He was the father of Wang Shizhen, the future great literary master. He was a good fighter and served as governor of Jiliao. According to legend, he offended Yan Song and was imprisoned and killed because of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".
But before Qin Dewei said anything, he suddenly saw Mr. Zeng rushing over and said to Wang Yan: "Could it be that he is the descendant of Ma Zhi'an, the young master of Nandu in the past?"
Wang Zhuo was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect someone on the other side to suddenly mention his father. His father, Wang Zhuo, was known as Zhi'an, and finally served as the right minister of the Ministry of War in Nanjing, but he died ten years ago.
Mr. Zeng said with admiration: "In those days, Duke Zhi'an led the army as a civil servant and repeatedly quelled the turmoil. He was indeed a pillar and famous official, and I have always admired him!
Ten years ago, when I was studying in Nandu in the lower reaches, Duke Zhi'an was a young Sima. I once asked a fellow villager to submit a letter for introduction. I didn't want to be taught in person just once. Duke Zhi'an turned into a crane and went away without being able to ask for advice again. I will regret it for the rest of my life.
!”
Wang Yan became fond of someone who admired his father so much and had an old relationship with him. They were both interested in military matters, so they started talking enthusiastically with Zeng Mian.
Qin Dewei was speechless. Seeing that nothing happened to him, he asked another friend of Wang Fengyuan: "Your Excellency looks vaguely familiar. I should have met him before."
The man then replied: "My dear Cai Runan, I met you at Xu's Dongyuan gathering last year."
Qin Dewei suddenly realized: "I remember, you are a master of Zhan Jijiu!"
This man was a disciple of Zhan Ruoshui, a great scholar of Confucian classics at the Imperial Academy in Nanjing. It is said that Cai Runan had been studying with Zhan Ruoshui in Nanjing since he was eight years old, and he was basically regarded as a figure in Nanjing's local literary circles.
Before Qin Dewei could say anything else, Li Chunfang suddenly rushed over and said excitedly to Cai Runan: "Your Majesty, is this Mr. Gan Quan? Eight years ago, Mr. Gan Quan came south from the capital and passed by Yangzhou. Although I was young, I was lucky enough to meet him.
Taught!
I have always admired Mr. Ganquan’s knowledge in my heart, and I have long wanted to worship Mr. Ganquan, but no one recommended me! I don’t want to meet Mr. Ganquan’s disciples today!”
When Cai Runan saw someone who respected his teacher so much and had a connection with him, his feelings for him increased greatly. He started chatting with Li Chunfang. They both liked to study Confucian classics and had many common topics. The conversation soon became lively.
Qin Dewei was speechless. Is there nothing wrong with him?
He turned to Wang Fengyuan again and shrugged at Mr. Wang. Look, aren’t we familiar with each other now? There are always a hundred ways for scholars to establish friendship, and it’s not shabby!
Wang Fengyuan's face was full of grief and anger. His friends had already started talking to others, so how could he build a firewall?
And only elementary school students are left free. If I don't want to stand awkwardly in this circle, I can only face the elementary school students directly?
