I am the leader of the capital

Qiu Chan on the stairs walked more and more slowly, rehearsing over and over again how to say the first sentence when they meet, is it a long time no see or is it a coincidence that we met again?

It was only when he got to the top floor and looked at the empty corridor that he realized that the group of people happened to go down another staircase when he went upstairs.

Wei Wei raised her head to look, the street was crowded with people, it seemed that she was the only one left of the original two focal points, and the crowd was anxiously looking for that fairy.

As if infected by the crowd, Qiu Chan also became anxious. With a light force on his feet, he passed through the tall buildings like a frightened shadow before. The young man leaped from one tall building to another, and what he saw was sometimes dense and sometimes loose. crowd.

In the end, the young man who found nothing sat down on a cornice. He missed the last time day and night, but he didn't even know his name. He thought about asking Yangzhou officials to help him find it, but he was afraid that he would be too rash and abrupt.

After buying two altars of wine from a restaurant, Qiu Chan, who sat alone on an unknown bridge and drank alone, suddenly thought of his uncle Bai Du'e. After two days of suffering, how should he feel for the rest of his life?
There were crowds of people under the boulder by the river where Qiu Chan came ashore. Zhao Fujin had already gone back to study in the dilapidated small hotel. He had a good wife in his family. The reason for writing poems is that writing poems for someone else who already has a spouse will always make the wife feel bad.

"Mr. Qu, how do you understand this poem? We ordinary people can understand how to read characters, and know what simple characters mean. Once they are written into poems, they can't understand them."

Quite a number of people around the stone clasped their fists at an old man with white hair and said, hoping that the old man would explain something to everyone. As a well-known old man in the literary world in Yangzhou, Mr. Qu did not refuse, just smiled. Hehe read the words on the boulder over and over again, and praised: "Good poetry, good calligraphy, good kung fu."

"Mr. Qu, don't be a fool."

"Yeah, tell us quickly."

"Okay, okay." The old Mr. Qu with a full head of white hair stretched out his hands tremblingly and pressed twice, signaling to everyone not to quarrel, and then said: "First of all, my point of view is just the opinion of the family, and it does not prove that Mr. Qiu wrote That's what I mean."

"That's natural, but with the old man's knowledge, it's almost the same." The talking woman gave the old man a compliment, and the old man was full of satisfaction.

"Look at the Yuqin Tower first. The Qin Tower was built by a monarch Qin Mugong for his daughter Nongyu before the world was unified. It is more meaningful to pass it down in later generations. It should refer to the noble daughter. The place where it is located, and the jade finger should be the appearance of this building emitting a jade-like luster under the moonlight."

Everyone nodded, and the old man continued: "Looking at Qin Lou for the beautiful jade in the world, it should mean that you want to see the girl who is like the beautiful jade in the world, and you can only see it in this tall building under the moonlight in Yangzhou City."

"I thought it was Mr. Qiu boasting that he was a beautiful jade in the world, saying that he was looking after the building." A man laughed at himself, causing a group of people to follow and laugh.

The old man laughed and shook his head, and began to comment on the next sentence, "The water is crystal clear, the sand is soft, the shadow is soft, what does this mean? My interpretation is that the figure is graceful and soft, and it looks like crystal clear sand." , as hazy as sparkling water waves.”

The crowd became quieter, and the old man continued: "There is a question hidden between the first two sentences and the last two sentences, that is, why is it crystal clear, hazy and graceful?"

Mr. Qu suddenly became excited. Although he was old, his voice sounded sonorous at this moment: "The bright moon in the world is at twelve points, and at nine points it only shines on Yangzhou City. These last two sentences are an answer, which means that it is because the moon also prefers the city of Yangzhou. She, I gave her nine out of twelve moonlight in the world, so even Yangzhou City with her will be crystal clear, so it will become hazy and indistinct."

"It means that the moon is partial to this fairy, so it sprinkles nine-twelfths, or three-quarters, of the moonlight on her alone, and Yangzhou City becomes crystal clear after containing the moonlight, which makes us Can't see this fairy clearly?" A middle-aged man asked.

Old Mr. Qu shook his head first, then nodded, and said, "No, no, there is nothing wrong with your understanding, but you misunderstood the two characters in the poem."

Seeing everyone's puzzled expressions, Mr. Qu explained: "Fen has many meanings. The points in the twelve points of the bright moon refer to the division of divisions, that is, there are twelve months in a year, and the moon has twelve times of profit and loss. , so it is called the twelve-point bright moon. Simply put, the twelve points here is to make up the number of words and add some charm, without any meaning;
Nine points refers to the part formed by divisions. This nine points is equal to nine parts. According to everyone's habit, it is nine out of ten parts. It means that Tianxia Mingyue exclusively occupies nine parts. "

After the old man finished speaking, he made gestures with his hands on the stone to show everyone the difference between share and share. Seeing everyone was still confused, so he said: "If you still don't understand, just take these two sentences as: The world is bright and the moon is bright. Jiufen only takes photos of Yangzhou City, you just can't get around for a while, you can understand when you have time."

"I probably understand, so this poem has this meaning." Many people showed their original expressions, and some asked: "Then is this poem any good?"

"Okay, of course it's good."

The old gentleman looked at the crowd and laughed loudly: "Within three days, the story of my Yangzhou city's elegance will spread to the capital, and within one month, everyone will know that Mr. Qiu met a man in Yangzhou city. A woman and a poem for her."

In the alley under the moonlight, Mr. Qu, who was away from the crowd, was walking, suddenly pointed to the sky, and said loudly: "This moon is my Yangzhou city moon."

In a dilapidated small hotel in the city, the appearance was mediocre, and occasionally he had to work in the fields, so the dark-skinned young man held the cakes in his hands, pulled them off bit by bit, and soaked them in the hot water from the store. In other words, it is not appropriate to pull it off, it should be broken off, because the cake should have been baked for a long time and become extremely hard.

Zhao Fujin, who was busy with his hands, didn't let his eyes idle, he stared at the books on the table intently, and would turn his eyes away and shake his hands when his hands were scalded while putting the pancakes in the bowl.

A few days ago, in a small village bordering Qinglin Road on the south side of Yunyue Road, an ordinary-looking young woman with many patches on her body baked some cakes overnight. When the scholar woke up in the morning, the young woman who had been married for two months had already packed them It provided the things needed for scholars to go to Beijing to catch up with the exam.

Including a few sets of slightly less shabby clothes, a few books to read on the road, and a large stack of biscuits wrapped in cloth, these biscuits without anything added except the smell of the noodles are just like the bare walls of this house. , a poor family.

The scholar's name is Zhao Fujin, and his wife, Chen Shi, was the child-mother that his parents arranged for when he was young. Chen Shi has been working in the fields all year round since he was a child, so he is a few circles darker than Zhao Fujin, who only occasionally goes to the field when he is very busy.

With the same amount of flour, the cakes made by Mrs. Chen today are a bit smaller than usual. These dry and hard cakes have a bad taste and are a bit chewy, but fortunately they fill her stomach. Mrs. Chen did not go to school, but she can read and write , even more knowledgeable than several of Zhao Fujin's classmates. From the beginning of understanding, Zhao Fujin will teach this little wife who has never been educated to read and write.

After the Chinese New Year this year, Zhao Fujin was preparing to go to Beijing to take the exam. He was already nineteen years old. He was not too old to participate in Chunwei. The youngest champion in the empire was a 200-year-old 13 years ago. Young geniuses, the oldest is an old Juren in his 80s decades ago.

Zhao Fujin passed the examination of scholar when he was ten years old, and prepared for eight years. At that time, he took part in Qiuwei, passed the examination to understand Yuan, and became the first person in the village since the record. When the results of Qiuwei were announced, even the county magistrate I went to his house to congratulate him, because Zhao Fujin was the first person to pass the Jieyuan examination in this remote and backward small county for hundreds of years.

Just like most of the champions of the empire are dignitaries, most of the Xieyuan of Yunyue Dao were born in the scholarly families of Yunyue City and Yangzhou City, such as Zhao Fujin, who came out of poor villages in remote small counties. Yunyue Road No.1 is really rare.

Yunyue Dao's literary fortune is the most prosperous, and many champions in the past dynasties came from Yunyue Dao. The Jieyuan who won Yunyue Dao means that he is closer to the final champion than the Jieyuan of other paths. This is also a lot of ordinary People expect him to go to the capital to win the Huiyuan and the champion, and to win glory for the poor.

Zhao Fujin's father was worried that if Zhao Fujin got good grades in the exam after entering Beijing, he would marry another powerful lady. If so, he and his dead old friend and couple would not be able to explain, so he asked Zhao Fujin to get married first, and then go to the exam.

In this way, the two who had lived under the same roof for three years since the death of Chen's parents worshiped the church under the witness of relatives and friends, and then moved into the same house.

After bidding farewell to his newlywed wife and elderly parents, Zhao Fujin set off for the capital all the way. With his talent and potential, many people, including the magistrate of the small county, offered gifts, but Zhao Fujin refused them all.

He still knows the truth that if he takes other people's benefits, he will return them back doubled. If he accepts a piece of cake from others, he will have to return a table of delicacies in the future when others ask for it. Because he can keep the bottom line, he has always been poor.

Zhao Fujin, who was soaking the cakes for dinner, reached into his arms and took out a small cloth bag, counted the copper coins in it over and over again, and looked at the cake with only two pieces left in the small bookcase, complaining that he ate it too quickly up.

Zhao Fujin thought that he might have to find a private school to earn some travel expenses before going on the road. Originally, the travel expenses he was planning to go to Beijing for the exam were probably enough, but it was just a wedding. Although everything was simple, it still cost some money.

The wife also knew about it, so she secretly pawned the jewelry that she had brought a few days after the wedding. Zhao Fujin didn't know until that night when she saw that there were more copper coins and less jewelry in the small cash drawer by the bed, but the newlywed wife just smiled. "You'll buy it for me in the future, won't you?"

At that moment, Zhao Fujin only felt that his wife with ordinary eyebrows was so gentle and beautiful, that villain who always followed behind him and had to teach him everything, did not know when it started to become a kind of spiritual support for him. Hugging her lightly and weeping in the middle of the night, she just muttered to herself that she had been wronged, saying that if she had a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for.