How to Become a White Moonlight [Quick Transmigration]

The sun is about to fall, and the lanterns are just beginning to come on.

Bai Tan ordered some food, greeted Wei Jiao and the two, "Have some food first, don't be in a hurry for a while."

Zhang Yunbo looked tired but extremely excited, walked over as he said, and said: "If this anthology can be published, scholars all over the world will benefit, it is really a merit to accomplish such a major event. "

Wei Jiao also nodded in agreement, it was rare that he didn't express any objection.

Several people sat around for dinner, ate some seasonal melons and fruits, and each held a cup of tea to sip. Bai Tan casually glanced at the water leak in the corner of the room, saw the time clearly, pulled off his collar, and muttered: " This damn weather is getting hotter and hotter, it's already time to light the lamps, and the air is still damp..."

Wei Jiao swept his blushing cheeks, "Just tell the store to add some ice cubes." The servant who was following him bowed back and walked out of the room.

Zhang Yunbo stopped him and said: "There's no need for that. Young Master is weak and can't stand the cold, so he just ate. It's normal to sweat a little. Open the window and blow the night wind with the fragrance of flowers. Wouldn't it be refreshing?"

He quickly opened the other closed window. The window was facing several flower houses near the river, and there were faint laughter from some women, and compliments and greetings from the male guests.

Bai Tan smelled the strong smell of powder sensitively, and couldn't help but sneezed.

"Hey, why is he here?" Zhang Yunbo was surprised.

Cheng Rui said, "Who is it?"

Zhang Yunbo turned around, looking at Bai Tan with somewhat tangled eyes: "Ruan Qingsong."

They have known Bai Tan for many years and know the situation of the Bai family very well. Apart from being worthless for Ruan Bai and Bai Tan's mother and son, they also look down on Ruan Lezheng's hypocrisy.

Only for Ruan Qingsong, several people didn't know what to do. Although Ruan Qingsong was an embarrassing existence, but when you carefully judged it, he did nothing wrong.

Good upbringing made it impossible for Cheng Rui and Zhang Yunbo to offend others at will, they just chose to ignore him all the time.

But Ruan Qingsong didn't know what happened recently, and he always liked to get close to them, so it didn't make people feel uncomfortable.

Bai Tan said: "My brother's heart is always higher than the sky, today is Wangri, he must have come to Yanzilou to join the poetry club."

Zhang Yunbo was worried: "In theory, I shouldn't say this, but Young Master Qingsong is too restless, you must be more careful."

Look, Ruan Qingsong thought that his little actions were hidden, but even Zhang Yunbo, who didn't listen to the outside world and only read sage books, had noticed it.

Really hurt for him.

Cheng Rui also said: "I'll forget it. When I see those densely packed characters, I feel like ants are crawling all over my body. Tan'er, you have been smart since you were a child. Why do you want to be a merchant? It's a waste of good qualifications."

This has never stopped since the day Bai Tan chose to do business. After all, the status of a businessman is low, and he is subject to restrictions from all walks of life in terms of basic necessities of life.

Merchants buy from east to west and sell from west to west, earning the price difference to make profits. The liquidity of the merchant industry poses a huge challenge to the stability of the social status quo. In order to ensure their own status, those in power naturally try their best to suppress it.

When Ruan Qingsong stepped into the Swallow Tower, the literati and celebrities in the hall had already gathered in twos and threes, whispering and buzzing.

A familiar classmate saw him, greeted him warmly, and invited him to sit with him.

Ruan Qingsong walked over, "What are you doing?"

The classmate said: "The title of today's poetry meeting has come out, and we are thinking about how to write it."

"Oh?" Ruan Qingsong's eyes lit up, and he calmly looked up at the closed elegant rooms on the second and third floors.

Ten years ago, Yanzilou was just an ordinary teahouse with a little reputation. Like any other higher-grade teahouse in the capital, it liked to arrange some elegant games to attract customers.

Although there are not many such teahouses, there are also many, and there is no special competitiveness among the peers.

Until three years ago, the Swallow House suddenly changed owners for some unknown reason, closed its doors for half a month, and completely changed its style when it opened again. At least it is the only copy in the world.

What is even more astonishing is that the Yanzi Building has invited several great Confucian scholars, and one of them will give lectures in the building every five or three days.

These people have written many works throughout their lives, and they have received countless reputations, but they are all proud and unyielding. They regard fame and fortune as passing clouds. Sigh.

As soon as the names of several great Confucians were announced, the Swallow Building was immediately surrounded by unbelievable scholars, and the audience was full, so crowded that there was no place to stand.

Since then, the status of Yanzilou has been higher than other restaurants and teahouses, and it has become the first choice for people who pursue elegance.

In addition, Yanzilou will also hold poetry and literature meetings on the first and fifteenth day of each month, meeting friends through poetry and discussing Taoism through literature.

In fact, anyone who can enter the Swallow Tower at will is not a penniless person. Naturally, they look down on those prizes. They hope to get the books in the building, the reputation in the literary world, and even the personal disciples of a certain great Confucianism. identity.

The reason why Ruan Qingsong came to Yanzi Tower frequently was just to create momentum for himself.

He glanced at the railing in the middle of the second floor. There was a pair of large characters hanging there, full of thick ink, powerful and powerful, but there was only one character "Mei".

It seems that this is the topic of today's poetry meeting. Ruan Qingsong thought about it carefully for a while, and remembered one or two poems about "plum" that he had memorized in his previous life.

For a moment, Ruan Qingsong felt rejoicing and remorse at the same time, with mixed feelings.

Fortunately, I was an Internet writer in my previous life, and I have more opportunities to get in touch with ancient culture than ordinary people; I regret that most of the time I copy and paste, and the storage of ancient poems is also very limited.

Over the years, he seems to have had the best reputation in the literary world, enjoying the praise and admiration of everyone all day long. In fact, no one knows better than him how the title of "Kirin Talent" came about.

The scary thing is that as time goes by, the existing poems in his mind are used less and less, and there are only a few dozen poems left.

For this reason, he had to be cautious again and again, and even often stayed behind closed doors. Except for important occasions, he did not easily borrow ancient poems, and tried to write by himself when he couldn't evade.

However, people's appetites are always getting better and better. Ruan Qingsong's poems in the early years are the most precious, but his current works are much inferior. Qingsongjiang is exhausted.

Ruan Qingsong heard the news, and he was so angry that he dropped a batch of fine porcelain on the spot.

What is the difference between these words and a direct slap on his mouth?

Because of the impetus of this matter, coupled with the imminent autumn, Ruan Qingsong has made a lot of careful planning in recent days, and then decided to reappear in front of everyone.

After making up his mind to win the championship today, Ruan Qingsong deliberately frowns and thinks, and paces back and forth in the hall slightly.

After an incense stick of time passed, everyone's poems chanting plum blossoms were gradually completed, and they were copied on the hibiscus paper specially provided by Yanzilou, marked with their names, and presented to the servants in the building.

Someone complimented: "Although the topic of this poetry meeting is simple, I'm afraid that Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is hopeless here. Brother Ruan is a talented man, and I think he will be able to return home with a full reward today."

Ruan Qingsong said: "Brother Guo is serious. I am ashamed of the graffiti." Even though he said so, the expression on his face was covered with a little complacency on top of the original warm and self-sufficient background.

Another man in a fancy dress next to him sneered, "I'm afraid that some people will lose their gold and jade. Who knows who wrote the poems in the early years? A six or seven-year-old child has such a mind? It's a lie."

Ruan Qingsong's eyes turned cold, and he smiled as usual and said, "This brother is worried that he will miss out on the prize provided by Yanzilou? Actually, there is no need for it. I will just lend it to you for a while later. You are welcome, brother." .”

"You seem to be very confident in your work?" An ethereal and clean voice came from upstairs, with a slight chill, as clear as mountain spring water.

Everyone felt a sense of coolness blowing over their faces, and their spirits were lifted a lot. Looking up, there was a handsome young man standing at the corner of the stairs, but his expression was a little cold for some reason. No sorrow and no joy, just like a Buddha statue carved from white jade.

It was like this again, every time, as long as Bai Tan appeared in front of everyone, everyone's eyes would be firmly attracted to him without any surprise, and no one cared about his feelings at all.

No, more precisely, as long as Bai Tan is present, no one will remember his existence, Ruan Qingsong.

How sad!

Ruan Qingsong pinched his palm tightly, trying to force himself to calm down, "Brother, why are you willing to go out today? At this hour, brother, you have already gone to bed, right?"

Jiang Guo admired hardworking and studious people. Students from aristocratic families often forgot to sleep and eat when they read.

As for the children of poor families, even if there are no oil lamps and candles for lighting due to economic constraints, there are still many other ways to do things such as chiseling walls to steal light, and making fireflies reflect snow, which became popular stories in the literary world for a while.

Bai Tan is also a person who is thirsty for knowledge, but Ruan Bai's family cares about his son's body and does not allow him to stay up late, so Bai Tan's bedtime is indeed earlier than others.

However, when these words came to Ruan Qingsong's mouth, why did the taste change?

Bai Tan was condescending, and gave Ruan Qingsong a half-smiling look, seeing his little thoughts clearly, "Mr. Ruan said carefully, your surname is Ruan, and my surname is Bai. What kind of brother do you call me?"

Ruan Qingsong secretly gritted a mouthful of silver teeth, but with a helpless smile on his face, his eyes were loving, as if looking at an ignorant child: "You and I are both father's children, so naturally we are siblings, Tan'er, you, you , but because you didn't finish your homework on time, your father taught you a few words, it's also for your own good, brother must not feel resentful."

Fuck loving eyes.

Bai Tan was so disgusted that he got goosebumps and scrambled to his feet, "First, go to bed on time at four o'clock every night. This is what my mother has repeatedly told me. , I naturally dare not disobey. Second, my father, Ruan Shangshu, is busy with affairs, and I am not allowed to disturb him. As for checking his homework, it is even more nonsense. You must know that I can't even enter the door of his study. Finally, although you and I have the same biological father, strictly speaking, we come from two different families that have nothing to do with each other. When my biological mother was not out of the cabinet, Gui was the only jewel in the palm of the Xiangyao Bai family in Luoyang, Kyoto. Pet, was taken to the inner courtyard of the imperial palace to be educated, ate and lived with Princess Jincheng, and even married Jinlan. I follow my mother's surname Bai, and I named it Tan according to the order of characters. The name is recorded in the family tree. The mantle, the ancestor is a white-clothed guest who is praised by the world as a man of elegance and prosperity, may I ask where your ancestral home is? Where did you come from? Which daughter is your biological mother?"

The so-called aristocratic family is not enough to be rich and powerful. Compared with these, what is more important is a kind of nobility that flows in the blood and is passed down from generation to generation. historical background.

A real aristocratic family not only produces a large number of talents, but also has a complete etiquette system, and also has a cultural heritage that even the royal family admires, which makes people dare not underestimate it.

Some people say that it takes three generations to cultivate a nobleman, which is true.