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Bianliang City, the capital of the Song Dynasty, is located on the northwest plain. It has been the capital for eighty years since the founding of the Song Dynasty. It has gradually developed from a medium-sized city to a super-large city with a population of one million.
Due to the explosive growth of population, the entire Bianliang City seems to have houses stacked one on top of the other and is overcrowded. There are various morning markets, day markets, night markets, regular markets, and special markets during the day and night. The products may be different, but they are all the same.
A common feature is that it is crowded and crowded.
In such a big city, in addition to the spacious and comfortable place where the royal family can live, the housing problem of other people is their biggest headache. Three generations live in one courtyard, and the small rooms and pavilions are full of people, so that many wealthy families are
I built a house outside the city along the Bian River. It was far away, but it was quiet.
Over time, a new city developed along the Bian River.
The residence of Yan Shu, the third minister, is located in the Tianshuijing Hutong beside the Bianshui River in the second wing of Lijing Gate on the left. The residence is open in all directions and is quite grand. Yan Shu liked banquets and paid attention to the quality of life. It was true that his family was poor at that time.
There was no way, but when he became rich, he naturally did not want to suffer from poverty anymore. The cramped mansion in the inner city could only be used as a temporary resting place when political affairs were busy, while the daily residence was all in Tianshuijing Hutong.
In the mansion.
The drizzle was falling one after another. Yan Shu was admiring the rain scene with his hands behind his hands in the pavilion in the courtyard. The gentle footsteps behind him brought his thoughts back from his longing. Looking back, he saw that it was his niece Yan Biyun who had just returned from Daming Mansion. Yan Shu said to
I love my niece very much, but I also feel a sense of guilt.
"Uncle, are you brewing good words again?" Yan Biyun was wearing a moon-white skirt, smiling like a flower, holding a tray in her hand, with a pot and a cup on it.
"My talents are exhausted, how can I have any good words? The older I get, the more desolate my mood becomes, and I can't even read the sentences I write." Yan Shu sighed.
Yan Biyun pursed his lips and smiled, placed the tray on the stone table, poured a cup with his bare hands and said: "Uncle, try the 'Yuquan Xiang' that Biyun brought back to you from Daming Mansion. This is the wine you have always liked to drink. I'll give it a try this time."
I brought back five altars, and if it wasn’t for the limited purchase system, I would have brought a few more altars.”
Yan Shu was deeply moved. His niece was very considerate. Every time she went to various shops to do business, she never forgot to bring back some specialties. She knew that she liked drinking good wine and eating some weird specialties, so she always kept it in her heart.
"Girl, I'm interested. Without Biyun in the Yan family, I don't know how I can survive." Yan Shu chuckled and sat on the stone bench.
Yan Biyun smiled shyly and said: "My uncle is the backbone of the family, how can he worry about trivial matters? Biyun is just doing his best for the Yan family. We are all one family and don't talk about two families."
Yan Shu smiled and said: "It is better to have a daughter than to have a son. A daughter should be like my Yan family daughter. She is not only careful and intelligent, but also able to run the business. In the past few years, my Yan family's property has been booming. No one in the family can have a girl like this."
By using this method, I feel a lot less worried."
Yan Biyun said sweetly: "My uncle always spoils Biyun like this. If this continues, won't he become arrogant and complacent, and it will not sound good to his brothers and sisters in the family."
"Okay, okay, let's not talk anymore. How many days have you been to Daming Mansion? I didn't stay there for a month or two this time. I think the business went very smoothly."
"Well, the business is not bad, and a few urgent matters have been almost taken care of. Because I still want to go to Luzhou, so I have to rush back first and leave in a few days."
"Why are we going to Luzhou again? Didn't we stay there for more than a month last time? Isn't there only one restaurant there? Is there any trouble?" Yan Shu asked while squinting his wine.
"It's...no big deal, but the business there is good. I want to...choose an address and open another one." Yan Biyun said, hiding her panic.
"Uncle knows nothing about business matters. You can make up your own mind. Just pay attention to your health and don't tire yourself out. Are you still eating the Korean ginseng that the emperor gave you last time?"
"I'm eating, thank you uncle."
The two of them chatted about housework for a long time, and the rain started to fall harder and harder outside the hall.
Yan Shu furrowed his brows as he looked at the rain curtain. As the third envoy, he had to deal with money, grain, taxes, salt and iron every day, so he had occupational diseases. When it rained, he was worried about floods, and when the sun was shining, he was worried about drought. It was really not a happy time.
Yan Biyun saw the worry on Yan Shu's eyebrows. She wasn't quite sure what Yan Shu was thinking. Suddenly, she had an idea and took out a piece of plain paper from her sleeve and said: "Uncle, Biyun has a poem here that I want my uncle to taste."
Taste and see what kind of person this person is?"
Yan Shu liked to write lyrics, and he also liked to appreciate lyrics. After hearing this, he took the paper and looked at it. After reading only a few sentences, he jumped up and said repeatedly: "Good words...good words..." and then chanted loudly:
"Can you calm down the wind and rain? I said nothing in a hurry... Good words, who wrote this? Which subject is the Jinshi?"
Yan Biyun covered her mouth and smiled: "What kind of Jinshi? He's just a small businessman."
"What? How could such a person be just a merchant? Who is he and what is his name?" Yan Shu asked eagerly.
Yan Biyun smiled. Anyone who can make Yan Shu anxious must have extraordinary talents. Although he did not study poetry deeply, he could understand the emotion of Su Jin's farewell words. But apart from emotion, what is the meaning of this poem?
Whether it is a good work or not, we can only know now.
"Uncle, my niece still remembers his other two poems. How about dictating them for you to appreciate together?"
"Quickly... ask someone to bring you paper, pen, ink and inkstone." Yan Shu didn't look like an important court official at this time, just like a child who saw his favorite candy.
The servant hurried along the corridor. Yan Biyun took the pen and ink and silently wrote "Water Dragon Song" (It looks like a flower, but it doesn't look like a flower, and no one cherishes it;) and "One Cut Plum" (The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn.
) two lyrics.
Yan Shu was already dumbfounded by the lines of words written by Yan Biyun in delicate regular script. Who is this person? How come he has such talent but his name has not been heard of yet. Each of these words is exquisite, every sentence is exquisite, and the technique of the lyricist is already known.
In the Zhenhua Realm, how come you have never heard of such a person?
Looking at Yan Shu's shocked expression, Yan Biyun said softly: "This person's name is Su Jin. He is the young master of the Su family in Luzhou Prefecture. He is sixteen years old. My niece also got these poems by chance.
As for his lyrics, as for why he is not well-known, my niece... my niece has not had deep dealings with him, so she cannot be rude and want to ask, but... uncle, are these poems of his really good? "
Yan Shu sighed: "How can a good word be used to describe it? Ci writing pays attention not only to the rhythm, but more importantly to the emotion and artistic conception. These poems are superb in every aspect. I am afraid that I will not be able to describe it with a good word."
It’s not as good as it is in some aspects.”
"So awesome!" Yan Biyun stuck out his tongue, and thought of Su Jin's somewhat lazy look. He felt warm and sad at the same time.
"But...I don't quite understand something!" Yan Shu frowned.
"What?" Yan Biyun asked with concern.
Yan Shu said: "This man is only sixteen years old. How can he be in such a state of mind? It's strange to see that the expression seems to be the sigh of a man who has experienced a lot."
Yan Biyun smiled and said: "When my niece was in Luzhou Mansion, some people questioned him face to face, which was exactly the same as my uncle's question."
"Oh? How did he answer?" Yan Shu raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why do you need to go through so many things? People who are willing can empathize with it without going through it." Yan Biyun quoted the original words.
"Do you feel the same way? This is interesting, but I still have questions. The writing styles of these three poems are very different. The first one is more affectionate and affectionate, while the second Yanghua poem is deep and desolate. The third one is deep and desolate.
But it's sad. It's hard to imagine that a person can be so changeable. Although I have a lot of experience, I have never encountered it. If this person really did it all, this Su Jin is an outstanding talent."
Yan Biyun's heart beat wildly when she heard the first affectionate words spoken by Yan Shu. She couldn't answer the questions that followed, so she could only keep silent.
"Why doesn't this person apply for the exam? How can being a merchant be compared with becoming an official? How can such a person waste his time as a merchant, being confused and confused." Yan Shu sighed.
Yan Biyun thought to herself: "I must tell Su Jin personally when I go to Luzhou." Suddenly he thought again: When did he become so concerned about Su Jin, and did he really fall into it? But... this is impossible.
Yes...
In an instant, my heart rose and fell, and my brows changed from joy to sorrow. I suddenly remembered what Su Jin said in a poem: There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lowered my brows and raised my heart again.
It was the portrayal in my heart at this moment that made me feel so filled with hatred...
Su Jin, who was far away in Luzhou, was sitting in the carriage of a mule cart and sneezed several times for no reason. She burst into tears for a while. After wiping them clean, she murmured to herself: "Do you have a cold? This damn weather...