My surname is Wang, my neighbor Wu Dalang

Chapter 40

The first martial arts test will be at the end of June, which is still early.

The weather was getting hotter and hotter, so Wang Lin stayed at the Guiyuan Inn, reading the Four Books and Five Classics of the Art of War behind closed doors during the day. Leisurely and comfortable.

For two days.

On the morning of the third day, someone hurriedly knocked on the door of his room, and saw that it seemed to be Zhang Zhenniang's maid who was rescued that night.

Jin'er Fu said: "Jin'er has seen the little officials!"

Wang Lin chuckled, "Miss Jin'er, you don't need to be too polite, you came to see me, but something happened?"

Jin'er's face was reddish, she pinched the corner of her skirt, and bowed her head in silence.

She came here with Zhang Zhenniang on her back.

She thought about it for the past two days, but there was no one to ask for help, and she couldn't bear to see her own wife die, so she thought of Wang Lin, but she really saw Wang Lin, and she didn't know how to say this.

After a long time, she murmured: "I beg my little official to save my wife!"

……

Jin'er babbled and begged again and again, and Wang Lin knew that Zhang Zhenniang's situation was worse than he thought.There was a father to rely on before, but now the father is gone. Zhang's relatives knew that she had provoked Gao Yanei, and they all avoided her. No one would dare to help her.

Zhang Zhenniang was very surprised to see that Jin'er led her benefactor from that day to her home, but she still stepped forward to greet her. Wang Lin glanced at her and praised her inwardly.

Even in such a predicament in life, this woman is still demure and respectful, and she knows that she is ready to die calmly.

Now she is no longer keeping the festival for Lin Chong, but for herself.

Being harmed by bullies and dudes like Gao Yanei, he might as well be dead.

"My lady, have you ever thought about leaving Tokyo and visiting relatives in other places for a while?" Wang Lin smiled.

"Zhenniang left Tokyo and has no relatives to turn to. Where in the world can she live?" Zhang Zhenniang said sadly.

Wang Lin hesitated for a while, but finally tried to say: "Teacher Lin is not dead. Before I came to Tokyo, I heard that there was a new leader named Lin Chong in Liangshanshui Village. Have you ever thought about going to Liangshan to reunite with Leader Lin?"

Wang Lin stared at Zhang Zhenniang.

Sure enough, Zhang Zhenniang's expression changed instantly, her eyebrows were raised sharply, and there was a bit of excitement between her eyebrows, but then she slowly recovered her composure, and slowly shook her head and said: "The teacher Lin has already divorced the slaves from the Lin family, and the grace is broken. Besides, Zhenniang's background Even if a good family dies, it cannot be reduced to living among bandits, and it will tarnish the reputation of the mother's family for nothing."

Wang Lin read from her eyes the despair that could break everything.

"If this is the case, the lady can find another apartment for the time being, and when she leaves Tokyo after the imperial examination, she will be escorted away from Tokyo's right and wrong place... As for where the lady will go in the future, let's think about it from the long-term."

While talking, Wang Lin took out a 200 tael bank note and handed it directly to Jin'er: "Miss Jin'er, hurry up and rent a courtyard in a remote place on the outskirts of the city to move there. The money is enough for you to spend. This matter cannot Procrastinate, the sooner the better!"

Jin'er thanked him for accepting it, but Zhang Zhenniang suddenly stood up and said solemnly: "Thank you for the kindness of the little official, but I am not related to the little official, and the little official is so expensive, I can't afford it!"

Wang Lin knew that Zhang Zhenniang misunderstood that he was also planning on her.

He got up and smiled and cupped his hands: "Young lady, don't think too much, I have neither malice nor malice. Miss Jin'er, remember what I said, and hurry up to find a place to move away, otherwise Gao Yanei may come to your door at any time !"

"Farewell!"

Wang Lin didn't explain anything anymore, turned around and left.

By the time Zhang Zhenniang reacted, he had already left.

Jin'er pouted and complained: "Lady, it's kind of a small official to donate money, why do you refuse him?"

"Jin'er, we only met him once, why would he help us? We used his money, and we will go out of Beijing with him in the future, how should we deal with ourselves? What is the reputation of a slave?"

Jin'er was stunned, and argued: "Miss, Jin'er won't listen to you this time, anyway, I think the little official is a good person, and he has no bad intentions towards my wife."

Jin'er thought to himself, even if he has feelings for his wife, it's a good thing. This little official is young and handsome, with both civil and military skills, and it would be a good destination for his wife to follow him.

But Jin'er didn't dare to say these words even if he was killed.

"My lady, I'm going to find a place to live."

Jin Er hurried away.

"Jin'er, you..."

Zhang Zhenniang sighed weakly, looked up at the blue sky, and gradually became confused.

……

Wang Lin left Zhang's house and went back to Guiyuan Inn and passed by Fanlou. He saw his wife and guests coming and going, most of them were well-dressed scholars or dignitaries, so he also planned to join in the fun.

It is said that from noon to evening today, the Fan Lou Poetry Club organized by Li Shishi himself.

It goes without saying that invited guests have invitations, but uninvited ordinary visitors like Wang Lin need to spend a tael of silver to enter, which is equivalent to buying tickets.

It's dark enough.

This is the first time Wang Lin has entered such a high-end club since time travel.

The lobby on the first floor is full of individual visitors.

People from the middle and lower classes in Tokyo are crowded with scholars who like to dance and write. Of course, most of these people come not for poetry but for Li Shishi's beauty, but they are not qualified to enter the third floor, which is the official meeting place. The maids who are good at singing and dancing in this building receive reception.

If you want to enter the hall, there is no way.

A lot of money.

With a thousand taels of silver, you can upgrade directly, similar to going up to first class on an airplane.

Wang Lin quickly lost interest.

1000 taels of silver is a huge sum of money these days, enough for an ordinary family to live a lifetime, and it's not that Wang Lin can't afford this money, the problem is that it's really stupid to spend so much money just to see Master Li.

If he can spend the Spring Festival together, he may still consider it.

Wang Lin was about to leave, but found Ma Kuo who had just met in the crowd.

Ma Kuo also saw him, squeezed over and said eagerly, "Brother Wang Lin!"

Wang Lin smiled and cupped his hands: "I've seen Brother Ma!"

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and were pushed into a corner again. Ma Kuo looked expectantly at the third floor and said, "My dear brother, it is said that this is the third Fanlou Poetry Fair. Yunji, Zhang Shangshu once composed the music card "Shi Shi Ling" for Miss Shi Shi, which has been passed down to the capital."

"This year is led by the Grand Master of Qin and Zhou Bangyan, the head of the Imperial Academy. I don't know what kind of masterpieces will be produced. Brother, you and I may as well wait and see."

Before Ma Kuo finished speaking, there was a waiter in Tsing Yi standing in the corridor on the third floor, chanting aloud the new words and phrases from the main venue of the poetry meeting:
"The eyebrows are long in the far mountains, and the waist is thin and willow. The makeup is spring breeze, and the smile is less than the gold. When I returned to Fengcheng, I said to the brothel: "Looking at the flowers in Yingchuan, it's not as good as a teacher."

"The Kaifeng Mansion passed the judgment, Yan Ji said."

In the hall on the first floor, everyone applauded thunderously.

Wang Lin said in his heart: Yan Jidao, Yan Shu's son, hasn't he been dead for several years?

Not long after, another first masterpiece came out one after another:
"I've seen my teacher tonight in the past year. Both cheeks are red with wine. Outside the half-rolled light of the sparse curtain, the dew shines, and the smoke curls up in the mouth. The hairpins are thrown around, and I can't afford to cuddle up. Playing tears and singing new words. Who expects the wedding to last for a long time? Unevenness. Melancholy lingers in the dark. Corresponding to the wonderful dance and Qingge night, it is still right, and the autumn scenery is sighing. Only the painting building, when the moon is bright, the two places take pictures and miss each other."

"Bachelor, Qin Taixu."

"Leader Huadan stands in new makeup, so charming, natural and exotic. We are well-known to each other, although we first met, the love is first familiar. The smoke from the furnace is light and the clouds are singing, half asleep, and the fragrance is full of jade. We are lucky to meet again. Wasted, insufficient lives."

"The head of the Imperial College, Zhou Bangyan."

The young scholars cheered and cheered endlessly.

Wang Lin's mouth twitched.

What he thought was a good poem was originally purely for Li Shishi.

A group of high-ranking officials and dignitaries gathered together, most of them were old and did not care about state affairs, but they scrambled to write love poems to a prostitute, each with a bad intention to press a pear tree to suppress a crabapple. This can be regarded as the end of the Northern Song Dynasty. A unique scene.

Really shameless.

I don't know if the Jurchen iron cavalry still had this kind of elegance when they captured Kaifeng.

(End of this chapter)