The city of Nanjing is planned in a strict hierarchy. The same city is divided into several worlds. The areas for noble officials and rich people, the handicraft area, the commercial area, and the scenic areas are all in an orderly manner. From the area near Dazhong Bridge where Zhang Ning's family is located to the area where Fule Yuan is located
The area near Wuding Bridge is mostly a commercial area. It is full of philistines and hustle and bustle along the way, but it is very popular and looks like a peaceful and prosperous time.
Their family has neither a car nor a horse, but Zhang Ning does not have to walk to Wuding Bridge to do errands. The more popular mode of transportation here is by boat. There is a short-distance awning boat specially designed to carry passengers on the waterways in the city, just like a modern bus.
Cars are generally convenient and very cheap; there are also "night sailings" for long-distance travel, and literati often write anecdotes about night sailings, which is still romantic.
Zhang Ning asked for the detailed address, walked a short distance to get on the boat at Dazhongqiao Pier, and sailed westward along the Qinhuai River. On the boat, he experienced the awesome social status of the so-called scholars of the Ming Dynasty. People on the same boat were different.
Knowing him, of course I didn't know that he no longer had any fame. Just looking at his appearance and clothes, with clean fingers and neatly manicured nails, he looked like a scholar with clean fingers. The passengers on the boat next to him unconsciously gave up a wider space.
, a man in short clothes opposite had his legs drawn up for fear of provoking him. Don’t think that most of the scholars in the Ming Dynasty were helpless people. Their bones were harder than the last, and there were all kinds of fellow countrymen and comrades.
In this era, it is not something to be trifled with. Ordinary people's legs tremble when they enter the court, but officials can come and go at will. If they find that the prefecture and county magistrates are unfair in deciding the case, they can interfere. If you offend someone with a high reputation, they will be dragged directly to the yamen.
It is said that no matter how powerful a person is in the city, his fighting ability in front of the literati is scum, who can fight against the government?
When you get off the boat at Wuding Bridge in Jiangning County, you can see the large and wide Fule Yuan, which is located southeast of Wuding Bridge. Zhang Ning does not plan to enter through the main entrance. There is a street on the side, which is just right for a low-key walk.
Go in there and find the client you want to meet.
Many people who come to Fu Le Yuan or pass by are rich people. Of course, rich people are generous. This is also a feng shui treasure place for doing business. Even the street next to Fu Le Yuan is full of businesses and shops.
, there are street stalls one after another on the street, and the government doesn't seem to care much about it. Only the shop owners along the street sometimes come to set up street stalls, saying that they are serving as someone's door. During this time, there are inevitably arguments and noises, plus the crowds
There was bargaining, chatting, and a lot of commotion.
Zhang Ning held a bamboo tube with drawings under his arm and walked towards the street to find the small entrance of Fule Yuan. At this moment, he suddenly heard someone calling him. He turned around and saw a carriage approaching.
Stopping at the edge, the car window opened and a young woman's face appeared in front of him. Zhang Ning's memory immediately retrieved the information of this acquaintance. It turned out that this girl was actually the Wang family he had a previous engagement with... But now
no problem.
"Brother Ning..." Wang looked at him with a complicated expression. He opened his eyes wide and looked at him for a moment, then bit his lip and said, "What happened a few days ago...Father thought that Brother Ning would not wake up, and the two doctors
That’s what they all say.”
At this time, Zhang Ning really didn't have any feelings for Wang. To him, it was just a symbol. There was no emotion, let alone blame or grudge. He smiled broadly and said: "I was lucky enough to pick one up."
Life is really a disaster."
He also found an acquaintance behind the carriage, Ma Wenchang, a student at Jiangning County School, whom he had met before. Isn't Jiangning County School just across the river? But Wang and Ma Wenchang don't seem to have anything to do with each other, so how can they go together?
It's a bit strange. Zhang Ning cupped his fists and cupped his hands: "Brother, why are you here?"
Although Ma Maocai was riding a tall horse and wearing silk and brocade clothes, his appearance and appearance were not even remotely inferior to Zhang Ning's. He seemed surprised to see Zhang Ning. He hurriedly got off his horse and returned the gift. He smiled and said, "My family doesn't have business dealings with the Wang family."
Well, my father asked me to go over and talk about something. I don’t want to meet Miss Wang on the road."
"Oh, that's it." Zhang Ning nodded with understanding.
Ma Maocai sighed, "Several buddies in Jiangning County heard about Brother Ping'an, and they all felt sad and sad about it. But we all remember Brother Ping'an, and we will definitely invite you to the next poetry and wine party... But Sihai
I'll come too, don't you mind? I heard that Brother Ping'an and Sihai had some troubles?"
"Why can't I remember when it happened?" Zhang Ning frowned and thought hard.
"It's fine if I don't have it. It's fine if I don't have it. I probably remembered it wrong, haha!" Ma Wenchang laughed dryly.
"Why did you come to Jiangning County?" Wang's eyes never left Zhang Ning for a moment, without blinking. "Now that you are here, come to our house and have some tea."
Zhang Ning shook his head and said, "I appreciate your kindness. I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave."
"Brother Ning!" Wang shouted to stop him. When Zhang Ning stood still and turned around to wait for her to speak, she hesitated for a while, "I...I..." and then said, "You...you...hate me
Is it done?”
When Zhang Ning turned around, he saw the quaint buildings, the bustling crowds, and Ma Maocai, who he despised next to the horses. He suddenly remembered a few lines of poetry, looked at Wang and said casually: "If life is just like the first time we met..."
Mrs. Wang looked at him with admiration, probably thinking that Brother Ning, who wrote poems casually, was great.
... The surrounding vendors and passers-by were still walking their own way, busy with their own things. But on a building diagonally opposite Fulueyuan, a woman wearing light silk stockings heard from the wind, "If life is just like the first time we met."
", her attention was immediately attracted. She ignored the men and women around her who were laughing at her, and hurriedly looked down to find the source of the sound. Among the crowd, she quickly noticed the scholar in green robe next to a carriage and horse, and only saw
A silhouette from behind also makes people feel good.
The scholar paused and chanted somewhat sadly: "...Why is the Autumn Wind Sad Painting Fan?"
The woman in the light shirt couldn't help but glance at the exquisite folding fan that had been left by the window for many days. Suddenly, the hustle and bustle of the ancient street full of secularity and business seemed to have suddenly stopped. Only the autumn wind and endless grace were left.
.
It seems that this is the place where a poignant emotion takes place, filled with the lingering feeling of life and death. Everything about the bluestone slabs, the bridge, and the water becomes meaningful, and everything becomes poetic, even if the poetic style is just sad.
Something deep in the heart of the woman in light clothes seemed to be ignited by these fourteen words in an instant, and her eyes were like the mist of early winter.
Zhang Ning sighed and continued to read two sentences to Mr. Wang: "It is easy to change an old friend's heart, but it is easy to change an old friend's heart."
Two lines of clear tears slid down the cheeks of the woman in light clothes. It was not her own story, but she was shedding her own tears. "Why are Sister Fang crying?" The sisters next to her looked at her in surprise. The fat-bellied pleasure seekers followed.
He took out a handful of broken silver from his bag and said, "Be happy and accompany me, I have a lot of money." The sister said, "Master Xu is the most generous. He is a rare good person. Sister Fang, please smile."
"Farewell." The scholar in green robe cupped his fists and saluted, turned around and left.
Who is he? I haven't seen what he looks like. Is he going to disappear into the sea of people like this? The woman in light clothes was pretending to act every day. At this moment, she suddenly lost control of her emotions and couldn't pretend anymore. She turned around and started running.
A rude shout came from behind, "Come back!" As soon as he came down the stairs, the Madam rushed over and said angrily: "Where are you going? What's the point of leaving your guests?" "Quickly stop her!" But all this
It all became like a dream and it was no longer important.
She ran into the streets with her long skirt, which was very inconvenient. Some people were accidentally knocked and staggered, and some stalls were kicked over. Some people were scolded and some were yelling to come back to pay for it. People from Fule Yuan also chased her out.
Running to the intersection, the woman in light clothes finally caught sight of the scholar in front of her. The figure from behind was unmistakable.
"Master, please stay." The soft voice came out calmly while panting.
Zhang Ning turned around and was surprised. He saw a beautiful woman wearing beautiful clothes standing in front of him. There were some people running behind her. Zhang Ning looked around: Are you coming for this woman or me?
?
He asked calmly: "What's the matter?"
The bustard and others and the people who had their stalls overturned also caught up with them. The bustard said, "Why are you running? Where can you run?" The hawker said, "Pay for the money."
The woman in the light shirt blushed, exhaled and said, "Would it be better to change the word 'old heart' in the last two sentences to '老心人'? This way there will be an allusion."
The others found the woman just talking to the scholar boring and stopped talking. The Madam realized that she was not running away and was not so nervous anymore.
Zhang Ning looked at her in astonishment, his mind was racing. Just tell me that changing the order of the two words is an allusion? Is it enough to hold up after eating enough? He was puzzled but still remained calm. After thinking for a while, he said
: "That's what the girl said. It's better to use Xie Zao's allusion this way."
The woman in the light shirt raised her green sleeves and gently covered her chin with a smile: "The number of oblique characters in only four sentences seems to fit the tune of "Yuchun Tower". If "Yuchun Tower" has eight sentences and fifty-six characters, then there are still the following
Half a palace, sir, can you give it to me? I would be very grateful."
Zhang Ning recalled it for a while and had an idea in his mind. Fortunately, this song can be found everywhere on the Internet, so he remembered it almost. Otherwise, even if there was a lot of ink in his stomach, it would be difficult to put it together at once and match the style.
Besides, in the past, Zhang Ning was good at classics and conciseness, but he was not very accomplished in poetry. He saw that this beautiful woman spoke kindly and was interested in poetry, so it didn't matter if he recited it to her.
Just when he was about to speak, the woman in light clothes hurriedly stretched out her fingertips and pressed on Zhang Ning's lips: "Hold on, pronouncing it here is really a dirty word."
"Oh..." The onlookers immediately started cheering. It is really rare for men and women to do such ambiguous actions in the street, and it can be called indecent.
"Follow me." The Qingsha woman's voice is very pleasant, and her smile is also beautiful. No wonder some people are willing to spend a lot of money to see them singing and laughing.
The Madam pulled the woman in Qingsha: "Master Xu is still waiting for you." The woman in Qingsha called out "Mom" and then whispered in the Madam's ear: "This is a good word, and you can earn a lot of money."
It's more than ten times and a hundred times more than Mr. Xu's little silver. Don't you still believe my knowledge?" The Madam gradually smiled.
Zhang Ning faintly heard their murmurs, and thought that poetry was not that magical in fact. The only people who knew about this hobby were officials, scholars, and scholars. Such people may not necessarily like to run brothels. Besides, he is not famous, and he comes from
The value of the poems he plagiarized has been greatly reduced.
The woman in light clothes said in a soft voice like coaxing a child: "Come on."
Zhang Ning didn't move and said, "I have no money."
Perhaps this sentence sounded too inappropriate to the woman. She was stunned for a moment and then laughed out loud: "I would like you to come in and sit in the Qixiaque, and tell me how boring that copper-smelling thing is."
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