In the fifth year of Jianlong of the Song Dynasty (AD 964), in the third month of spring, all things revived. The land south of the Yangtze River was already filled with warm spring breeze, green willows and red flowers, and a vibrant scene.

Outside Runzhou City, one mile in the western suburbs, there is Yangpeng Mountain. It is not majestic and majestic, but it has many green mountains, clear mountains and clear waters, and beautiful scenery. It is also adjacent to the West Gate of Luocheng Waiguo in Runzhou.

Pedestrians going to the ferry from the west are the only place to pass when entering Runzhou. Officials and merchants who welcome and send guests like to use this place as a place to see off guests. Therefore, there are many restaurants and rows of vendors, making it as prosperous as a busy city.

Especially in the spring season, ordinary people in the city, talented people, beautiful ladies, and families of dignitaries all like to go here for spring outings, which is very lively.

Su Chen stood at the foot of the mountain, looking at the bustling crowds and noisy streets, all dressed in the clothes of the ancients, and smiled bitterly. It seemed that he had really come to ancient times, and not in the modern 21st century that he was familiar with.

society.

His name was originally Su Yixuan, a graduate student in the Chinese Department of a university in Zhejiang. When he returned home during the summer vacation, he had another verbal argument with his parents, who were engaged in medicine, over their choice of major. In anger, he signed up for a group trip to relax. Who

When I was hiking, I heard someone calling for help. I went to rescue him but accidentally fell off the cliff. When I woke up, Su Yixuan was in this world.

Su Chen is the name of the owner of his body. He has the same surname but a different first name. He has just reached the age of eighteen. His father seemed to have a great background during his lifetime. He was an imperial doctor in the Jinling court of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Five years ago, he was raped by the prince.

He was implicated in the murder case and was ordered to be arrested and imprisoned by Li Jing, the central leader of the Southern Tang Dynasty. His house was also ransacked as punishment.

Although his father Su Mingyuan died in prison soon, Yuanzong Li Jing was not a murderous master, so he did not order the entire family to be executed. This allowed Su Chen, the only legitimate son, to survive. When his family was ransacked five years ago, he was killed.

A loyal old servant in the house brought back life in the ancestral house in Runzhou. This information comes from the remaining memories in the mind.

When Su Yixuan woke up, just seven days ago, the original owner of the body seemed to have been severely beaten. When he was carried home, he could not breathe. The owner of the body had changed.

"Since you can't go back, you have to live well!"

He is already Su Chen's identity and has gradually accepted it. Now he has to consider how to quickly integrate into this era.

People of the Southern Tang Dynasty!

The legitimate son of an imperial physician whose house was confiscated, both his parents died, and now the family is extremely poor. The old servant passed away two years ago, and there is only one god-sister left in the family. Living with him is a difficult situation, which is Su Chen's current embarrassing situation.

Su Chen felt that it was necessary for him to cross the Yangtze River and go north early, otherwise there would be no future in staying in the Southern Tang Dynasty. Even if he was still hungry, the Southern Tang Dynasty would be destroyed by the Northern Song Dynasty in ten years. It would be useless to stay longer!

Between Yangpeng Mountain and Waci Mountain to the west, the terrain is relatively low, and water is stored all year round to form a lake, named Yangpeng Lake (Xiaomeng Lake), which is very wide. At this time, the surface of the lake is sparkling, and some

Paint a canopy boat and cruise on it.

There was a constant sound of strings and strings on the boat, and it seemed that some talented and beautiful ladies were playing the harp and flute on the boat, showing off their romance and expressing the interest of the literary youth.

There was also laughter in some boats. Some wealthy ladies from wealthy families were traveling. Finally, they no longer had to stay at home and yearn for love. They could see each other, talk and laugh freely, and were no longer restricted.

On the bank of the lake embankment at the foot of the mountain, there are many young scholars standing, wearing long straight clothes, round collars and narrow sleeves, and four-legged turbans with "folded scarves" on their heads. They are all dressed up as literati, with folding fans waving gently, and they look like

He is gentle and gentle, but those hungry eyes like wolves reveal some of the man's true intentions.

"Look, the talented woman Xu's boat is coming!"

"It's really Xu Cainv's painting boat!"

Some scholars became even more excited and howled louder than the howling of wolves.

The talented woman they call Xu Qingwan is known as the most talented woman in Runzhou. She can write poems and poems, surpassing the young scholars studying in the city. She is also proficient in music, has a beautiful face, a clear water lotus, and her ancestor status.

Noble, so it is very popular among Runzhou scholars.

Not far away, a beautifully painted boat approached slowly.

The attic of this painting boat is cleverly erected, with carved eaves and carved flowers, and is indescribably beautiful.

However, there was no one standing on the plywood of the boat. There was only a bamboo paper lantern fluttering in the wind, which was extremely conspicuous. There was also the word "Xu" written in thick ink on it.

Although no one could be seen, the sound of the piano could be heard coming from the boat, accompanied by pleasant singing, floating leisurely on the river.

"The spring breeze blows across the autumn water, covering each other in the distance. I only know that it will always be a green window period. Who believes that the east wind will scatter the colorful clouds and fly away."

"The silver screen dream is far away from Fei Luan, only the bead curtain rolls. The poplar flowers are scattered and the moon is melting, the dust covers the jade strings and pillars, and the painted hall is empty."

Su Chen had already heard that this was the second half of "Yu Meiren", a poem written by Feng Yansi during the Southern Tang Dynasty. The title of the poem was "Parrots with Jade Hooks and Luan Pillars."

"This song by Feng Lao is so beautifully sung by Xu Cainnu!"

In addition to him, many scholars on the shore recognized the origin of this poem, because Feng Yanji's poems were widely circulated in the Tang Dynasty.

Feng Yansi was a famous poet in the Southern Tang Dynasty. He served as an official in the Southern Tang Dynasty. He presided over two dynasties and became the prime minister three times. He passed away four years ago and became the crown prince and tutor. Although he was an official, he often made bad ideas, formed cliques for personal gain, and excluded dissidents.

, his political talents were limited, but in terms of writing lyrics, he had a deep understanding of the essence of the Huajian School in Shu in the late Tang Dynasty. He wrote many good poems and poems throughout his life and became one of the representatives of Southern Tang poetry.

The Southern Tang Dynasty took over the relationship between the Five Dynasties and the Northern Song Dynasty. At the end of the endless war in the north, Jiangnan was separated from Yang and Wu, and Huainan and Jiangzuo were managed. After Xu Wen and Li Sheng's hard work, the Southern Tang Dynasty was established, and it stabilized for decades.

As the economy developed and culture prospered, there were more literati and poets in the Tang Dynasty, and many of them inherited the poetry of the Huajian School.

In Su Chen's opinion, although the sentences of Ci are gorgeous, soft and delicate, they are too rouge-like. Of course, this is because the development of Ci has just begun, and has not yet experienced Li Yu's subjugation poems, Liu Yong's graceful poems, and Su Shi's boldness.

The baptism of words is just not mature enough.

At this moment, the painting boat was moored at the embankment. Xu Qingwan took a maid ashore. Looking from a distance, Xu Qingwan was wearing a long skirt of green silk. Her long black hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin. Her beautiful neck was long and slender.

With a thin waist and a graceful figure, her clothes are flowing in the wind, she is walking by the lake, and the light and shadow of the lake are reflected, as if she is waving the white lotus in the world.

Behind him, there were several women from the poetry club, talking and laughing, going ashore to attend the party.

Su Chen was a little curious and wanted to see the specific appearance of the most talented woman in Runzhou. As soon as he took two steps forward, he was pushed forward by the surrounding scholars and pushed to the back, almost falling down.

"I'll wipe it!" Su Chen couldn't help but swear. The so-called Confucian scholar, who is as polite as jade, is more shameless than him at the critical moment.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter whether she is talented or not, she can't even do arithmetic problems in the sixth grade of elementary school, so I won't join in the fun." Su Chen realized that he and the other party were not in the same circle of friends, so there was no need to step forward to chase stars.

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He is a noble person, a pure person, and a person who has escaped from vulgar taste!

"Gululu!"

His stomach rumbled at an inappropriate time, and Su Chen's face dropped. He only drank half a bowl of rice porridge in the morning. For someone who was about eighteen years old and growing, it was not enough to fill the gap between his teeth, let alone fill it up.

I was full; it was still early in the afternoon, so my stomach was empty.

"I have to find a way to make a living. In addition to not starving myself, I also have a little Luoli at home who is waiting to be fed!" Su Chen thought about the empty house, without money and food storage, and life would be difficult!

Su Chen left the river embankment and walked towards a place under the shade of willows. There was a group of people there, with some tables and calligraphy tables and some hanging couplets and poems. There were literati selling calligraphy and painting, and there were shops collecting music and lyrics.

"A new song with ten lyrics!"

"Medium new song lyrics, thirty essays!"

"Excellent new lyrics, negotiable!"

The banner was unfurled, the price was clearly marked, and there was a person who was dedicated to collecting music and lyrics.

After Su Chen inquired about it, he realized that this was a group of people specially sent by a few popular Qing courtiers in the brothel to collect the new lyrics of the literati.

A Qing brothel performer in a brothel, playing, playing and singing, would often constantly come up with new songs and lyrics to attract guests to continue listening to her performances and make money, so good lyrics and poems are very important.

Today, there are many literati on the spring outing in the western suburbs. The brothel sent people to promote the place and at the same time collect some new poems.

Su Chen's eyes lit up when he heard this. He had memorized a lot of Song lyrics in his mind. He could still pass the test by finishing a song first.

He walked forward, came to a book shed, and said to one of the old men in green shirts who was sitting in front of the crime: "This old man has written a few short and long poems in private, and I want to give it a try!"

The old man in green shirt is a clerk in the Xiangyun Hall. He usually helps revise sentences and write some articles in the hall. He is half a private school teacher. After all, people in the Qing Dynasty also need to be literate in order to be able to compete with the literati and the powerful.

The disciples communicate with each other, so they cannot be illiterate people who don't know a word and only know how to laugh and sell themselves.

"Does the young master have any fame?" Lao Wen looked up at Su Chen and asked.

"It should be, disciple!"

In Su Chen's memory, it seemed that the owner of this body had studied, but had not passed the township tribute examination, so he could only be considered a student. That is, after studying in a local academy, he was regarded as a scholar, but without any fame.

During the Five Dynasties period, the Southern Tang Dynasty should be the court that paid the most attention to the imperial examinations. During the Shengyuan period, the imperial examinations focused on law, which was greatly influenced by the personal influence of the ancestors. After Yuanzong and Li Hou ruled the two dynasties, the candidates for the imperial examinations focused on poetry and poetry.

Policy theory and the emphasis on Confucian officials. The content of the Jinshi examination was mostly about poetry and poetry, with additional policy theory.

At that time, there was no three-level imperial examination system of state examination, provincial examination and palace examination. There was only the township tribute examination. Those who passed the examination were considered Gongshi. They could go to Beijing to take the examination and participate in the Gongyuan examination. Those who passed the examination were considered Jinshi!

"Oh, I'm just a student, so I can barely do it. Please write down the lyrics and name of the song. If it's a new work that I haven't heard of, and it's of good quality, and it passes verification, you can get paid." The old man replied.

Su Chen nodded, this was easy. He came behind the desk that separated the crowd's sight, and with his back on his back, people outside could not see what he was writing. He picked up the brush and thought about it, Su Shi, Li Qingzhao, Xin Qiji, Lu You

Waiting for the Song Dynasty

There are too many poets, and there are too many poems that are famous throughout the ages. I have to leave the important ones behind. For a few dozen pennies, just throw in an ordinary poem by Liu Yong. It just so happened that I wrote a research project on Liu Yong last semester.

, memorized many of his lyrics.

At this moment, on a blank piece of rice paper, I wrote the song "Qu Yu Guan":

"The clouds are flying over the head of the Long River, and the sun is falling by the river. The eyes are full of mist. I can't bear to stare at the desolate Guanhe River, and the clear autumn for thousands of miles? The sacred capital is full of fairies, and it is hard to come to Jinzi. The broken goose has no support, slowly and slowly

Flying down to Tingzhou, thinking long and hard."

"I secretly think about how many happy and beautiful gatherings I had in those days, but how could I have known that the difficult time of gathering and separation would turn into rain, hatred and clouds of sorrow? It would hinder my pursuit of travel. Every time I climb a mountain and go to the water, it will arouse my life's worries, which will fade away and remain speechless forever.

But go downstairs."

This is one of Liu Yong's masterpieces about separation and separation. The quality is good, but compared with his "Yulin Ling" and "Die Lian Hua", it is still much inferior in terms of popularity.

A piece of paper is full of small regular script characters, which are timeless and graceful. This is the brush calligraphy I practiced when I was a child at my grandpa's house when my grandpa was holding me back and copying Chinese medicine prescriptions. I didn't expect that it would come in handy today.

The old man in green shirt didn't have much expectations at first, but after taking the paper, the font that caught his eye first gave him a good sense. After reading it carefully, he frowned. Although this poem, although it cannot be called a famous sentence through the ages, it can be...
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