Chongzhen Undergraduates

Chapter 93: Forbidden City Swallow

Those who don't know the inside story always gossip along with the messages, and those who know the inside story are wondering whether they can climb high.

Chen Yuanyuan is Zhu Youjian's woman, and this matter is still clear to many people, such as Chen Yuanyuan's cousin Xing Fang.

Chen Yuanyuan's original surname was Xing, his last name was Yuan, his style name was Yuanyuan, and his style name was also Wanfang. He changed his surname to Chen from his adoptive mother Chen's family when he was young.

Xing Fang is Chen Yuanyuan's cousin in the same family, a rare young scholar in the family, although not as famous as Hou Fangyu, but as a child of a poor family, he is already very valuable.

This cousin is also a member of the Fushe, of course he is just a participant. He usually has a name and follows everyone to make soy sauce.

Just because he is a member of Fushe, and Chen Yuanyuan is a lot older, he knows something about Chen Yuanyuan back then.

Just when Fushe was about to rectify Chen Yuanyuan's name in the public, Xing Fang knew that the protagonist's partner was actually his sister.

In order to arouse the goodwill of the leaders of Fushe, Xing Fang took the initiative to confess this relationship, and then he became a guest of some people.

The so-called one person attains the Tao, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.Chen Yuanyuan's status naturally boosted Xing Fang's popularity.

As the biggest boss of Fushe in Nanjing, Zhang Cai took the initiative to invite Xing Fang to take a boat trip on the Qinhuai River.This is a rare honor, Xing Fang never imagined that he would have such a day.

"Uncle Guo, please sit down." Zhang Caishihe and others praised Xing Fang to the sky as soon as they opened their mouths, which made Xing Fang very proud.

Xing Fang felt that he was still the uncle of the country, and he was no longer as servile as before, his voice was three points higher, and he completely ignored the etiquette of Fushe, and began to drink and have fun.

Although Zhang Cai had a smile on his face, he was extremely contemptuous in his heart. Regardless of how many poems Xing Fang could write in ordinary times, in Zhang Cai's eyes, they were not worthy of his attention. Of course, this time was an exception.

"Lingmei entered the palace, have you ever visited?" Zhang Cai encouraged Xing Fang.

Chen Yuanyuan entered Nanjing City, and the people who wanted to curry favor had already lined up outside Nanjing City. If he didn't take shortcuts, he might not be able to get online after he died.

"Oh! I'm afraid she has forgotten my cousin." Xing Fang was a little sad, and he was soft-spoken. He tried to help his sister back then, but unfortunately he was unable to save her. Fortunately, her life is not bad now.

"There is no rush for this matter. Now that your sister is in the palace, don't rush there."

Zhang Caiyan was insincere, he wished that Xing Fang could enter the palace to meet Chen Yuanyuan now, but doing so was too obvious, not to mention that Xing Fang hadn't seen Chen Yuanyuan for many years.

"I heard that brother Meng Zhen (Xing Fang's character) has made a new song "Forbidden City Swallow". Is it the most rare?"

Among literati, the most impressive work is the favorite work, and Xing Fang's most proud poem is "Forbidden City Swallow".

"Brother Shou laughed at such a mere poem." Xing Fang was actually very proud that one of his poems could be praised by the boss of Fushe, and his heart was already bubbling with beauty.

"I think brother Meng Zhen should publish a collection of poems, and Mr. Mu Zhai will make a preface at that time, so that he can be worthy of the great talent of your uncle in this country."

When Xing Fang heard it, his eyes lit up, and if Qian Qianyi could write a preface, then the ancestral grave would be smoking. You must know that Qian Qianyi likes to compose poems and prefaces for famous Qinhuai prostitutes the most.

"I've prepared some manuscripts for a long time, just kidding, just kidding." Xing Fang said while taking out some drafts from his bosom. It seemed that he was quite confident in his literary talent.

Zhang Cai took it with both hands, pretending to read it seriously, while stroking a few sparse beards, while nodding in praise, in fact, he only thought that "Forbidden City Swallow" was a decent song.

Most of the scholars in the Ming Dynasty could toss a few crooked poems, and naturally there could be one or two masterpieces among them.Just like the students of later generations who write some composition, it is one thing to be able to write it, but another thing to write it well.

As long as you can take an undergraduate exam and have written essays for many years, there will always be one or two essays that are worthy of a passing score.Of course, passing the test means being able to make do with it.

"Okay, good. In my opinion, Meng Zhen's masterpiece should be circulated in Fushe first, and it is best to spread it now." Zhang Cai can't wait, if he waits for the book to be published, it will be a year of the monkey, why not let it go first It is best to spread it to the palace first.

The influence of Fushe is very great. After three days, through special channels, Xing Fang's poems were passed to Chen Yuanyuan's hands.

If Chen Yuanyuan had been staying in the palace, the news probably wouldn't have spread so quickly. Unfortunately, when Chen Yuanyuan returned to the south of the Yangtze River, she was like a bird flying around the city all day long.

It is not difficult to pass Xing Fang's poems to Chen Yuanyuan's hands.

"Xing Fang, this name is so familiar. I remember when I was a child, I thought my elder brother was also called Xing Fang."

Chen Yuanyuan was very surprised. The Forbidden City is another name for the Imperial Palace, and this poem can just describe her artistic conception in the Imperial Palace.

"Don't you see the swallows in the Forbidden City, the spring rain and the autumn wind change several times. The wind and rain in the palace grow basil, flying into the palace wall and surrounding the empty hall. The curtains pass through the pavilion, the feathers go to the pool, and the people are unknown all day long. Willows go down to the street and there are thousands of catkins, and the flowers are still blowing. Wannianzhi..."

Chen Yuanyuan recited it softly, the poem contained deep thoughts, did not say what was right in his heart, and felt infinitely emotional, but when he read it, he felt that the paper was full of tears.

It has to be said that Xing Fang is a genius of the Xing family after all, this poem can indeed move people, at least Chen Yuanyuan was deeply moved after reading it.

"May I meet the author of this poem?"

The nobleman has an invitation, so the news from Qinhuai River is naturally timely.The news about the Qinhuai River is the news about the scholars in the south of the Yangtze River. Chen Yuanyuan's side just got interested, and Zhang Cai's side received the information soon.

"The plan is successful, send someone to find Xing Fang." Zhang Cai's heart almost jumped to his throat.

In the past, the emperor was in the north. Although there were many people in Fushe, there were not many opportunities to influence the court situation. If something went wrong, the emperor would be angered.Well now, although the emperor doesn't know where he is, he has slowly appeared in Jinling City. This is exactly the opportunity that Zhang Cai has been looking forward to for many years.

Xing Fang was very disturbed, he was a little panicked, he wanted to see his sister, but he was afraid of seeing her.Myopia is different from the past, and now this younger sister is on top, which makes him, a commoner who is still at the bottom of society, very frightened.

Xing Fang left in a hurry, but very carefully, for fear of making any mistakes, but in the end, he still came to Chen Yuanyuan.

When Chen Yuanyuan saw a middle-aged man coming in, she couldn't remember her elder brother's appearance.But Xing Fang remembered that although Chen Yuanyuan was given to someone else since childhood, Xing Fang met Chen Yuanyuan when Chen Yuanyuan became famous.It's only been a few years, even if the appearance has changed, it can be seen.

"Woooo~" Chen Yuanyuan was very curious. The first time a big man saw him, he knelt on the ground and choked up.

"you are?"

"Xiao Yuan, I'm your brother." Xing Fang cried, not to curry favor with Chen Yuanyuan, but because he was really sad.Although she is a cousin, she had thought about saving her at the beginning, and she had feelings in it.

"Are you really Brother Fang?" When Chen Yuanyuan was young, he still had memories of this brother. It was also the pride of the family that they used him as an example.

"Well, my brother is useless. I was unable to save my sister back then." Xing Fang cried again when he brought up his heartache back then.Back then, Tian Hongyu, the uncle of the country, was so domineering and arrogant, how could he handle it?

"Brother, get up, it's all a thing of the past." Chen Yuanyuan didn't want to mention what happened to her in the past.

Although the new Uncle Guo has not been officially announced, those who know still take care of him.Especially for the official department in the hands of Lu Daqi, it is very easy to arrange a small official, as long as the scholars do not object.

Will the scholars in Nanjing City object?of course not.This is the author of Nanjing's new collection of poems, and he is a talented scholar who has been widely circulated.

Xing Fang officially joined the official ranks of the Ming Dynasty in the form of special admission for special talents.It turns out that one does not have to enter the imperial examination to be an official, there are exceptions to everything, not to mention just an official with better errands.

Of course, the prerequisite for this exception is that you have to benefit more people from becoming officials.This is called casting bait, and Xing Fang is that bait.

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Chapter 94: There Are Strange Women in Jiangnan

"Master, are you sure you are in good health?"

On a carriage from Suzhou to Nanjing, a young and beautiful petite woman was supporting an elderly man whose face was slightly twitching, and kept wiping his saliva.

The old man was of course Qian Qianyi. Since he had a stroke from anger in Nanjing, his condition has improved slightly.

I am basically able to eat, but my speech is slurred, and I often drool, but there is nothing wrong with it.