Fu Tang

Li Congjia saw that Shi Xueting was serious about popularizing science to Yang Xin, and couldn't help but said: "The way of poetry is just to cultivate one's sentiments and entertain one's self. No matter how much you write, it is useless in current politics. If Eleven Lang is interested Learn it, but don't get addicted to it."

Yang Xin glanced at Li Congjia in awe, shook his head and said, "I...I can't figure out those mediocre rhymes, etc. Now Shi Shilang is very content to be able to read and write."

Li Congjia patted his head with a smile, Shi Xueting was rather regretful: "Lang Jun hasn't written for a long time, it would be a pity if we put it aside."

Li Congjia didn't speak, but he didn't feel regretful. Anyway... he can always think of a way to pass on the words written by Li Yu. At that time, the Emperor of Ci will still be the Emperor of Ci. If he can remove the title of king of subjugation, it will be even more beautiful up.

It's just that the top priority is how to find an entry point. Celebrities don't just say they are right, but rely on word of mouth. Now that he is not familiar with the place, it is not easy to break into the local literati circle. The breakthrough point may have to be found in the Tian family.

Coincidentally, after Li Congjia inquired about it, he knew that Tian Jia Dalang had no intention of being an official, and was obsessed with poetry and songs. He opened a poetry club. A group of people often get together to recite poems and fight against each other. Some poems are often composed and sung by the local Yanghuayuan, cough cough , this Yanghuayuan is naturally a brothel.

Seeing that the Chinese New Year was about to come, Li Congjia took the opportunity of the New Year gift to mention something to Tian Dalang, and Tian Dalang said very proudly, "You also know our Fuyun Poetry Club?"

Li Congjia said with a smile: "The Dalang Poetry Club has a large number of talents, and it can be said that everyone in Jiangdu Mansion is well-known. It's hard not to know."

Tian Dalang patted Li Congjia on the shoulder in a good mood and said, "It so happens that we will have a poetry meeting in two days. Is Zhong Yin interested?"

Li Congjia couldn't hide his joy: "I insist on what I want, but I dare not ask you."

After going back, Li Congjia asked Yang Xin if he wanted to go with him, Yang Xin shook his head immediately, how could he see any good or bad, let alone a group of down-and-out talents reciting poems against each other, what's so good about it?

Yang Xin looked at Li Congjia strangely: "I heard from Wu Niang that those people in Fuyun Poetry Club think highly of themselves and rarely invite outsiders to their poetry clubs. How could they take the initiative to invite Lang Jun?"

Li Congjia smiled and said, "Of course I have a plan."

Yang Xin was curious: "What is the picture?"

"Money." Shi Xueting, who had just finished practicing, came to answer the apprentice.

Yang Xin was a little puzzled, and Li Congjia explained in detail: "I have also learned before that their poetry club publishes poetry anthologies at their own expense. After a long time, they can't make ends meet. In order to keep the poetry meeting going, Tian Dalang has already invested a lot of money in it. Tian Tongpan doesn't like his son's neglect of work, so he is more strict about money."

Yang Xin suddenly realized: "Another one who wants Mr. Lang to pay? Tsk, they think so well."

"It doesn't matter." Li Congjia reached out and knocked on the table: "Anyway, I want to borrow them, and it doesn't matter if I use some money."

"But what if they rely on the gentleman in the future?" Yang Xin has seen a lot of rascals when selling things these days, and there are not a few such people.

Li Congjia turned to look at Shi Xueting: "What do Master Xueting think?"

Shi Xueting closed his eyes and smiled: "Then they must have this ability."

Yang Xin still didn't understand, but he didn't dare to ask any more. He always felt that he was much stupider than his master, Zhaizhu.

Li Congjia looked at Shi Xueting's slightly thinned cheeks due to injury, sighed and said, "Since Zhao Kuangyin has already set his sights on me, hiding is not an option. I'll see if I can ask him if there is a reliable doctor there." .”

Shi Xueting's complexion changed slightly: "Your Majesty, don't be like this, Xueting has been able to see the light in the past two days, and he will recover soon."

Li Congjia was a little surprised: "Really? Why didn't I see you say it?"

Shi Xueting said: "Your Majesty has worked hard on everything, why bother you with such trivial things?"

Li Congjia was helpless: "Those things are secondary. Since this is the case, I will ask Tian Tongpan later if he knows any reliable doctors. It is impossible that Jiangdu Prefecture does not even have a better doctor."

Shi Xueting put his hands together and bowed: "Thank you, sir."

Li Congjia waved his hand, since he moved into this house, he felt that Shi Xueting was not as casual as before, and he didn't know if it was his illusion.

Shi Xueting's eyes were expected to recover. Li Congjia felt a big stone in his heart. He squatted at home and practiced calligraphy for two days. Tian Dalang was even more anxious than him, so he made an appointment and came directly to his door.

"Where is this poetry meeting going to be?" Li Congjia wrapped himself up in a set of sable fur, Tian Dalang stared at him, even though his family was not short of money, he didn't want to buy such a luxurious sable fur You can buy it, not to mention that his money is used to maintain the operation of the poetry club.

"It's at the Ten Mile Pavilion outside the city."

Li Congjia said with a smile: "It just so happened that it snowed yesterday, so maybe we can enjoy the snowy lake today."

Tian Dalang sighed: "That's right, the snow happened so coincidentally, but the theme of the poetry meeting will naturally change accordingly."

"Changed?" Li Congjia was slightly surprised: "Why change?"

Tian Dalang said: "Facing the snow scene, it is natural to sing about the snow."

Li Congjia... cursed a dirty word in his heart, the plum blossom proposition that he had agreed before!

"Dalang, you seem a little unhappy?"

Tian Dalang shook his head helplessly: "In the poetry club, there has always been unity and harmony, but when winter comes, the Mei Party and the Xue Party will quarrel, which is a headache."

Li Congjia was at a loss: "Mei Dang and... Xue Dang?"

Does a small poetry club want to embrace the United Party?The faction of Song Dynasty started now?

Tian Dalang explained a little bit, and then Li Congjia understood that the so-called Mei Party and Xue Party are two groups of people who think that Yongxue is the right way in winter and Yongmei is the right way.

If the opinions are not unified, it is natural to pinch them, but it is also civilized for literati to fight each other. Every time they fight each other, they write poems and lyrics, and then judge which side's poems are better. Larger, always visible.

The reason why Tian Dalang is unhappy is because he belongs to the Xue Party, but the Xue Party has been suppressed by the Mei Party for several years, which makes him the leader of the society rather shameless. If he is not rich, the leader of the society must have It changed hands.

After hearing this, Li Congjia also expressed his understanding. Although Jiangdu Mansion also snows, it is in the south after all, and there is no way to compare it with the north. The amount of snowfall is not large and the time is short. If you want inspiration, you have to see it. What about the plum blossoms that can bloom all winter?

When Tian Dalang finished complaining, he naturally went outside Shili Pavilion.

At this time, there were already six young gentlemen dressed as scholars sitting or standing there, talking in twos and threes around the charcoal stove.

When Li Congjia saw them, he couldn't help shivering. Most of these people were wearing only a quilted gown. Although the weather was sunny today, when a gust of wind blew, he felt that what he was wearing was not thick enough. People... are really antifreeze.

But in this way, he really stood out from the crowd, and when Tian Dalang introduced him to the people in the poetry club, some people looked at him rather unkindly.

Li Congjia pretended not to see it, and stood next to Tian Dalang with a hand stove in his arms. After looking around, he made a general idea—these people are all poor ghosts.

It's not that he looks down on the poor, it's that he looks down on the poor. He's so poor that he can't find a way to do something. He spends his days reciting poems and fighting against each other, hoping to become famous one day. How can it be so easy?

Li Congjia looked down on these people, so naturally he didn't take the initiative to talk to them, and he was a little embarrassed for a while, after all, he looked down on the other side who was poor and didn't do anything, and the other side also looked down on him who was poor and had only money left.

Of course they soon knew that Li Congjia was not here to show off his wealth, but to crush and slap his face!

The reason is still the fight between Mei Dang and Xue Dang, but in the past they were evenly matched. Today, unfortunately, someone from Xue Dang was sick and did not come. It was pushed to the Snow Party.

Xue Dang was quite unconvinced. Li Minglang, headed by Mei Dang, was active and had a good relationship with Tian Dalang. He had heard Tian Dalang mention Li Congjia before, and knew in his heart that this benefactor could not be offended, so he smiled and said: "That's right, it's all My brothers, so what if there is one more person or one less? If Li Langjun is not good, let us be a judge."

Li Minglang was worried about Li Congjia's embroidered pillow, wouldn't it be embarrassing if he couldn't write it by then?

Li Congjia said with a smile: "It's okay, such a beautiful scenery makes people feel poetic."

Li Minglang glanced at him suspiciously, but said nothing, the seven of them each found a place to brew poetry, only Li Congjia took out a small stove wine pot and a portion of braised pork from the food box that Jia brought.

The poetry that was brewing suddenly couldn't go on. Among these people, only Tian Dalang and Li Minglang had a good family background, and the others would be good if they could get enough food and clothing. Where would there be money for drinking and eating meat?At this time, smelling the aroma of wine and meat, he couldn't restrain the secretion of saliva in his mouth every minute.

Except for Tian Dalang and Li Minglang, everyone secretly stared at Li Congjia bitterly. Li Congjia calmly warmed the wine and ate the meat, and seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit—it really is the easiest thing to set up a talented person who is unrecognizable.

Everyone agreed on a time for a stick of incense. When the time came, the party who wrote the least number of poems would lose. If everyone on both parties wrote it, it would naturally depend on their level.

After a stick of incense, when the appointed time came, everyone returned to the stone table in the pavilion. At this time, Li Congjia had already put away the food box, leaving only a pot of wine and said: "It's cold, everyone, drink a glass of wine to warm up first, otherwise you will have to drink a glass of wine to warm yourself up. I am afraid that it will be difficult to pick up a pen and write."

No one refused, they were indeed too cold, but a few people glanced at Li Congjia's food box, and secretly despised him for being stingy, for not sharing food with others.

After drinking, several people took turns to write the poems on the paper. Li Congjia watched it for a while, feeling really disappointed.

No wonder this poetry club can't make ends meet, this level... is limited compared to the doggerel level, the only one that can be regarded as good is Li Minglang, Tian Dalang's writing... is quite satisfactory, there are no highlights.

Li Congjia doubted that he could really use this poetry club to open up the situation?

After everyone finished writing, when they looked at each other, they all felt that the level was not as usual, and secretly blamed Li Congjia for making trouble. If he hadn't brought out wine and meat to disturb people's hearts, how could they miss it?

Li Minglang looked at Li Congjia's calm face, seemed a little disdainful, and couldn't help but said: "Li Langjun hasn't written a pen." Lord?

Li Congjia didn't mind either, and with a slight smile, he picked up the pen and wrote the three characters Qingyu case.

It has to be said that his calligraphy stunned many people present. If it was only for handwriting, Li Congjia would undoubtedly crush it.

Tian Dalang stood beside Li Congjia, following Li Congjia's writing, read the whole poem: "The Vatican Palace is hundreds of feet protected by clouds, and the road is gradually white and covered with moss. The broken wintersweet flowers and plum fleas are exposed early. The silver waves are boundless, and the jade mountains are thousands of miles away. The cold covers the trees in the south of the Yangtze River. The crows sing and the shadows are chaotic, and the sky will be dusk, and the sea and moon will reflect the smoke. The bamboos hang down and the lone crane dances. The poplar flowers are blown by the wind, and the goose feathers are cut in the sky. It is always a poet's mistake."

After writing a poem, Li Congjia put down his brush, and felt relaxed and freehand, as if writing lyrics was a routine for him.

The audience was silent, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. For a moment, they felt... a bit unacceptable. Where is the arty little local tyrant that was agreed?Are you here to slap your face like this?

Li Minglang's face was very ugly. He was the highest level in the poetry club, which made him very proud. He did almost all the things that were sung by the young ladies in Yanghuayuan before, but today a random person came, Hanging and beating him in all directions made him feel a little sorry.

Tian Dalang didn't think too much about it, he is really idiot, he will only like it when he sees good ones, but it's a pity that his level is limited.

Li Congjia's "Sapphire Case" made him very happy, and said with a smile: "It seems that our Snow Party won this year."

Li Minglang forced a smile and said: "Li Langjun is a literary genius, I am willing to bow down."

Tian Dalang was very proud, he liked the lyrics more and more as he looked at them, he couldn't help saying: "Such good lyrics, it should be composed and sung by Master Liu."

Li Minglang's eyes lit up immediately: "But that's the case, how about... let's ask everyone Liu to help compose the music?"

Li Congjia was a little dazed: "Master Liu?"

Tian Dalang introduced: "Master Liu is good at zither, drum and pipa, and she has a beautiful singing voice. After she plays and sings words, many girls compete to learn them. It's just that Master Liu's literary attainments are not low, and ordinary lyrics are naturally despised. However, Zhong Yin This work should be played and sung by Master Liu himself."

Li Congjia's heart moved, this seemed to be a way to gain reputation, so he immediately said: "Since everyone is interested, go and meet this Master Liu."

Tian Dalang was a little hesitant: "Master Liu... you can't just meet him casually, if you don't see him..."

Li Congjia waved his hand: "If you don't see it, you won't see it."

Tian Dalang wanted to say something, but when he saw Li Minglang winking at him, he swallowed the words.

Li Congjia noticed his expression and felt a little puzzled in his heart, but after arriving at the place, he no longer had any doubts in his heart, he...he wanted to curse!