The commotion caused by Wang Lianqing was indeed quite big. Some people who had confidence in Qin Dewei suddenly became unable to sit still.
Even his old best friend is forced into this situation, how can Qin Dewei himself fare well?
Mr. Zeng ran over with Cave Master Li and said that if Qin Dewei couldn't stand it, he could go to Xinghua, Yangzhou to escape. The Li family was a wealthy family in the area, so hiding someone would not be a problem.
Even Wang Yan, whom he had met a few times, came over and persuaded Qin Dewei to go to the Wang family in Taicang to avoid trouble. The Wang family in Taicang was known as a giant family with thousands of years of history and could protect him.
After Qin Dewei declined, he could only sigh. This Wang Lianqing is really good at shorting the market, and he doesn't know who he learned the method from.
I just wanted to grow in peace, but unexpectedly, I was heated up by Wang Lianqing again. But being heated also had its benefits. At least after I stood in the spotlight, my enemies' dirty tricks should stop for a while.
But I heard that Magistrate Feng's life was very difficult. In his first year after taking office, he was found incompetent by the government, and he would be reviewed by the Nanjing Metropolitan Procuratorate. Qin Dewei was temporarily unable to help.
Every other day, Xu Miaoxuan would bring Qin Dewei a meal and occasionally two books, which amazed Yi Qian, librarians, clerks, and helpers.
Qin Dewei is like this. Not only does he have a prostitute looking for life and death for him, but he also has such a virtuous girl from a good family who never leaves him.
"Xiao Langjun, do you know what people outside think of you now?" Xu Miaoxuan asked while helping to clear the table.
Qin Dewei was holding a cup of tea. Hearing this, he asked in surprise: "What else can there be? Or is there any new explanation?"
"The family was destroyed!" Xu Miaoxuan suddenly said a few very scary words.
Damn it! Qin Dewei thought someone was cursing him at first, but if he thought about it more carefully, it seemed that such rumors were not completely unreasonable.
If the house and vegetable garden were taken away, wouldn't that mean that the family was ruined? If an old sweetheart was forced to jump into a river, wouldn't that mean that people would die?
Seeing Qin Dewei sitting there in a daze for some reason, Xu Miaoxuan asked curiously: "What are you thinking about?"
Qin Dewei thoughtfully said: "I was just thinking, should I take the opportunity to publish some poems?"
Xu Miaoxuan: "..."
This brain circuit is really unpredictable. The situation is like this. What do you think of first is to write a poem quickly? Do you have to pretend to be dead?
However, as a time-traveler with a golden finger, Qin Dewei has some poems about the tragedy of life in his memory, which are difficult to use again.
I originally thought that it would be kept in the box and never see the light of day, but I didn’t expect that this time I would have the opportunity to show it off and sell it for a miserable price?
Then she asked: "Doesn't the young man really need to go out to avoid trouble? Just wait until next year to pass the Taoist test with the great master."
Qin Dewei said very truthfully: "I have done my best, but I have to listen to fate."
It's really just about obeying fate, either resigning yourself to fate or waiting for fate in a literal sense, unless Master Xia is too stupid to seize the opportunity.
For such a rapidly rising political star, what is most lacking, or what is most urgently needed to be replenished, is the power of party members.
There are two sets of court teams in the two capitals. The territory of the northern capital is not easy to move, but the territory of Nanjing has given you an opportunity. You would be stupid if you don't take the opportunity to support a few of your own people.
Judging from the historical trajectory, at least twenty years before Jiajing, Master Xia's IQ was generally online during the rising period.
Xu Miaoxuan emphatically requested: "No matter what, Qingxi House must be brought back. In my heart, this is the only place where the Qin family belongs!"
At this time, an unsigned letter suddenly arrived from the Jiangning County government office. Qin Dewei opened it and read it. The handwriting seemed to be from Feng Zhixian. The letter only said one sentence. He had received a poem from a friend and it was of excellent quality.
After reading this kind of secret language that only the person involved understands, Qin Dewei was completely relieved.
He laughed three times and said: "Sister Xuan, just watch, whoever takes mine, ask him to bring it back to me! Whoever eats mine, ask him to spit it out for me!"
From this sentence, we can know that Master Xia's secret message has reached the county government, and the progress is almost as expected.
Don't be surprised that Master Xia's letter arrived earlier than the imperial edict. After all, issuing an imperial edict requires a formal document process, so it is normal for it to take a few more days.
Master Xia could immediately write a secret letter in code, seal it, pass it through a few hands, stamp it with the seals of other yamen, and then serve it as an official document destined for Jiangning County and stuff it into the general office of the Department of General Affairs.
Theoretically, it can be delivered to the Jiangning County government office in seven days. Anyway, it will always arrive earlier than the edict.
"But Sister Xuan, the situation outside is not quiet now, and people's hearts are very confused." Qin Dewei suddenly said: "I want to ask you to borrow something to suppress everyone's feelings. You must not be stingy."
Xu Miaoxuan stared and asked, "Young Master is teasing me again! Do you think I haven't watched the Three Kingdoms?"
Qin Dewei laughed and expressed his thoughts: "If you don't want to borrow anything else, lend me your old soldier for a few days, otherwise I won't dare to go out!"
Xu Miaoxuan asked again: "What are you doing when you go out?"
Qin Dewei rubbed his hands and said greedily: "It's a rare opportunity in this situation. Let's do some poetry."
In the afternoon of that day, Qin Dewei appeared at the old Qinhuai courtyard and immediately attracted attention.
After all, people like this who are only thirteen or fourteen years old and dare to show up alone in Huajieliu Lane are really rare, and they are only elementary school students who have been a hot topic recently.
Qin Dewei first came to Wang Lianqing's house. It's okay not to come. Others have jumped into the river for you. If you don't even look at it, wouldn't it be cruel, cold-blooded, ruthless, and vexatious?
However, the primary school student's request for an audience was rejected this time. Beauty Wang sent a message from inside: "The slave family is a person who uses sex to meddle with others. Now he looks depressed, has a haggard face, and is extremely unbearable. I dare not get into my husband's eyes with this."
Qin Dewei was speechless. Beauty Wang really knows a lot of pretense techniques now, and I don’t know who she learned them from!
If you can't see it, then you can't see it. Anyway, I've been here today and my thoughts have been fulfilled, so the steel boy turned around and left.
Wangba at the door quickly sent a message inside: "Mr. Qin is really gone!"
Wang Lianqing asked doubtfully: "Didn't you write some poetry?"
Wang Ba replied again: "He said our door is too full and we can't write anymore!"
Wang Lianqing: "..."
Although I don’t know what Little Pig Hoof wants to do, he must have had another convulsion.
Banqiao! Located on the river northeast of the Qinhuai Old Courtyard, the terrain is slightly higher. Standing on Banqiao and looking southwest, you can have a sweeping view of the old courtyard and the entire golden waterway!
The primary school student lingered on Banqiao for a long time, sighing, and his handsome face was full of sadness.
Many beauties passing by looked at her with pity, but for a while no one took the initiative to solicit her out of reservation or other appointments.
This is the old Qinhuai courtyard, not a place like Nanshi Lou Street where people openly sell their goods on the street to attract customers.
Except for a few people like Han Erniang under the Wende Bridge, most of them are about style. If you are not sure, you will lose face if you are rejected.
Qin Dewei came down from Banqiao, walked directly to the first house under the bridge, and said to Wangba who was welcoming guests at the door: "Bring me a pen!"
The forgetful one was very smart and didn't ask any more questions. He turned around and called someone at home to bring out a pen and ink.
Qin Dewei held a pen and stood by the wall outside the door. He raised his hand and wrote three big characters: Song of Burial Flowers!
Then he continued to write: "When the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity me when the red flowers disappear and the fragrance is gone? The soft gossamer ties the floating spring pavilion, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtains."
It's early summer now and late spring has just passed, so it's not too abrupt to write a topic about funeral flowers in late spring.
After writing these sentences, Qin Dewei threw down his pen and left. A passing scholar shouted: "Why did you only write the beginning?"
Qin Dewei walked west to the second house and once again greeted the guest Wangba at the door: "Bring me a pen!"
Of course, this kind of request would not be rejected, so he wrote outside the wall of this house: "My daughter cherishes the twilight of spring, and is filled with melancholy. She hoe the flowers out of the embroidered curtain with her hands, and endures stepping on the fallen flowers to come and go."
No more, no less, only four sentences were written, but it was still incomplete. Then Qin Dewei went to the third house to ask for a pen.
Those who passed by to watch the excitement could only follow each house.
Today, Qin Dewei visited four houses in one breath, and wrote four sentences for each house, and only wrote sixteen sentences. But in the eyes of knowledgeable people, it is still just the beginning. Could it be that this is another song "Growing Up and Powerful"?
When Wang Ba was welcoming guests at the door of the fifth house to the west under Banqiao, Qin Dewei rubbed his wrist and said, "That's it for today!"
Wangba was immediately disappointed, but then he heard Qin Dewei say: "Let's continue again at this time tomorrow!"
On the second day, Qin Dewei really came again, and there were actually some people who had arrived early and were waiting to watch the excitement.
As soon as Qin Dewei started writing today, he immediately aroused exclamations of surprise!
"Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword force each other; how long can the bright beauty last, it is hard to find it once it is wandering."
Anyone who knows the art knows that this poem is starting to get interesting! After the foreshadowing is completed, it begins to use flowers to personify people!
Qin Dewei still only visited four houses today, wrote sixteen sentences, but still didn't finish it, then threw away his pen and left.
But the debate about the poet has already begun, and it is not about whether it is good or bad. The biggest dispute is whether the primary school student wrote this poem to himself, or to Wang Lianqing, who jumped into the river for him?
On the third day, Qin Dewei appeared again and began to write poems at the ninth house under Banqiao. At this time, more people were watching.
There are still four sentences for each family, but by the eleventh time, everyone only saw the primary school student writing: "It is not like a bag of tricks to collect beautiful bones, a handful of pure soil to cover the wind. The essence is clean and comes clean, and it is better than the filth sinking into the ditch!"
"
The argument suddenly reached a climax. Did the primary school student use flowers to describe himself or Wang Lianqing?
During the ongoing discussion, Qin Dewei visited two families again and finished writing the last eight sentences!
"If you die today, you will be buried. I don't know when you will be buried. If you are buried with flowers today, you will laugh like crazy. Who will be buried next year?"
"Just look at the flowers that are left in the spring and gradually fall, which is when the beauty will die of old age; once the spring is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die without knowing it!"
The more I read, the more depressed I became, and towards the end I felt even more depressed. It made me suffer from depression.
The whole poem was written in front of thirteen homes in total, but everyone did not disperse after reading it, because the fourteenth home below was Wang Lianqing's home, and the primary school students would probably visit again.
"Hahahaha!" The crowd burst into laughter. Following the sound, someone recognized him. The person who laughed was Jiang Cunyi, the prince of Fuyin.
Generally no one dares to offend this person, after all, Fu Yin's powerful position is here. Moreover, Ying Tian Fu Yin is also the promotion officer of the rural examination. If there are candidates who are going to participate in the provincial examination, they dare not provoke Young Master Fu Yin, so as not to cause trouble for themselves in the rural examination.
.
Jiang Cunyi was not willing to let Qin Dewei go and mocked: "I heard from others that you are writing poetry here, so I came here to have a look. It is indeed a good poem!
I just hope you can write more good poems like this. The more the better, the more miserable the better, and it’s best to be unspeakably miserable to make me happy! Keep going, I want to read more!”
Qin Dewei moved heavy steps and silently walked to the door of Wang Lianqing's house. Everyone could not help but shake their heads and sigh with emotion.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Qin Dewei took up his pen and wrote the title: "Postscript to the Flower Burial Song, Golden Thread Song."
Then he continued to write: "Is your pity safe? I will come back. Everything in my life is so worth looking back on. Who can comfort me during the long journey? My mother's hometown is poor and she has young children.
I can’t remember, but I used to have a glass of wine. I’m used to seeing monsters fighting with others, and I always lose to him, and I can turn the rain over and change the clouds!”
Seeing this, Mr. Jiang couldn't help but laugh. It had no other meaning, just to relieve his anger. As the saying goes, the enemy's pain is the source of his happiness.
Then he said humiliatingly: "A person like you can only moan a few words! At this time, what use is your talent? Why don't you be swept away like garbage?"
Qin Dewei remained silent and continued to write: "The frost in June has been around for a long time! The tears are not dripping from the cow's clothes, and they are still the same flesh and blood after counting the distances of the world. How many people can do that?"
Since ancient times, beauties have always been short-lived, let alone today. The summer is like ice, miserable and miserable. From now on, I must write less poems and poems, leaving them to be with my heart and soul. I put this letter in your arms."
"Good words, good words!" Mr. Jiang applauded: "Two days later, I will prepare a banquet and wine at the old house in Qingxi, and then invite Wang Lianqing to accompany the wine and sing this new song. It must be very interesting!"
The onlookers could not help but feel moved to tears while reading the miserable poems and listening to Mr. Jiang's humiliation of the primary school students.
Mr. Jiang smiled ferociously again and said, "I will invite you, but I hope you won't refuse!"
Since ancient times, beauties have suffered a fate, and talented people have had a hard time! People with sensitive minds are already a little wet in their eyes.
Qin Dewei looked at Mr. Jiang for a moment, sighed deeply, and chanted: "I, the King of Huaihe, will not follow the immortals to the human world..."
At this moment, a military attache suddenly ran over holding an arrow and shouted: "Where is Qin Dewei!"
Qin Dewei glanced at the military attache and did not say anything. Instead, he speeded up and continued to recite the poem: "What I owe in this life is only one death, and I can pay it back nine times in this world!"
The crowd was in an uproar! What kind of pathos is required for a thirteen-year-old boy to write such a poem!
Qin Dewei took a breath and continued to recite the poem quickly: "I am a traveler in life, and soon I will be crowned in the south. There are endless mountains and rivers and tears, who can say that the world is broad..."
I don’t know why, everyone thinks that all they need to do is be moved, why are their eyes full of tears...
The military attache who was puzzled by the style rushed into the circle, waved his command arrow, and shouted: "Mr. Qin, stop reading poems! Grand Sima asked you to go to the Ministry of War quickly!"
Immediately, some dissatisfied people spoke out: "If you want to arrest someone, you have to let the primary school students finish reading the poem!"
The military attache didn't know why, so he turned around and shouted: "Who spread rumors and arrested someone? The imperial court ordered the Grand Sima to be granted the title of censor of the right capital of Nanjing, and the imperial envoy to rectify the affairs of the Nanjing officials. Everyone below the second rank was inspected! The Grand Sima went to Mr. Qin to discuss the matter!
"
Qin Dewei suddenly got angry, jumped up and slapped Mr. Jiang in the face, and cursed loudly: "I have tolerated you as an idiot for a long time, you know? If you weren't such an idiot to cause trouble, I would have tolerated you as an idiot.
I can recite several more songs!”
Everyone: "..."
Today it seems that all three views have been subverted.