On the occasion of rebirth Zhou Sui

Chapter 12 Young Man Chanting Goose

Author: He Tiantian from Lotus Picking

Chapter 12 Young Man Chanting Goose

Zhao Wen bit the end of his pen all night last night, but after all, he is just a ten-year-old book boy. He has read a few books, knows a lot of words, and knows a lot of characters, but he really can't write any good poems.

Come.

"Little Master, you are only six years old. Even if you can't write a poem, no one will laugh at you, but you must not recite it randomly."

Zhao Wen's sincere words did not go to Cui Che's heart. He came to Near Spring Garden just to make a name for himself, so that his reputation as a child prodigy would spread to Yang Jian's ears, and he would accept him and form a good relationship with each other.

It was not without reason that Cui Che deliberately approached Yang Jian on the pole. He was pardoned by the emperor Yu Wenyong, and his grandfather Cui Jishu was posthumously awarded an official position by the emperor's favor.

At this time, if we don't seize the time to establish a good relationship with Yang Jian in advance, I'm afraid that life in the Sui Dynasty will not be easy in the future.

It's not that Cui Che never thought of repaying his kindness, but when Yang Jian usurped the country, he was only twelve years old, so what could he do.

Assassination? The crime of assassinating a court minister is not a small one. Brother Che has no intention of involving himself in it just to repay his favor.

When someone receives a favor from someone, he should have the intention to repay it, but the benefactor is short-lived and there is nothing he can do about it.

The head of the Zhang family walked out of the garden and immediately saw Cui Che in the crowd.

"The young master of the Cui Mansion is here, and the humble house is full of flowers. I didn't welcome you from afar, but I hope you can forgive me."

"It's Che who came uninvited and disturbed Zhang Weng Yaxing."

The two of them bowed to each other, and the head of the Zhang family smiled and said:

"Young Master, please don't be humble. Cui Gong praised literature, promoted the underachievers, and was admired by scholars all over the world. However, he died unjustly. Everyone who heard about it sighed with regret. If I had known that Young Master was in Lunu County, I would have been there long ago.

I'll send you a note at my door and invite you to attend the Spring Festival Gala together."

Cui Che sighed in his heart. In the eyes of the world, he was only the grandson of Cui Jishu. He really hoped that when others mentioned Cui Jishu in the future, they would say that he was Cui Che's grandfather.

Sighing, sighing, did not prevent Cui Che from entering the garden, chatting and laughing with the head of the Zhang family.

When he got close to the Spring Garden, Cui Che saw at a glance the literati and poets in groups beside the pond, as well as Liu Xuan and Liu Zhuo who were reviewing manuscripts in the pavilion.

Cui Che had already asked Zhao Wen to find out the identity of the host and guest at today's Jinchun Literary Meeting, and he knew a lot about Liu Xuan and Liu Zhuo.

Although they are only thirty-four or five years old, they are already the first-class Confucian scholars in the world. If they don't go to Guanzhong to study more to expand their connections, they can easily become their disciples.

Although poems were also written on the spot at literary gatherings, it was more common for literati to present their favorite works or recent manuscripts for criticism by celebrities.

Cui Che was introduced by the head of the Zhang family. After meeting the two of them, he did not disturb them to continue reading the text. Instead, he took Zhao Wen with his beautiful face to wander around the Jinchun Garden. During this period, many scholars and literary guests introduced themselves to him.

, Cui Che also responded with a smile one by one.

The so-called literary meeting is originally for interpersonal communication, and the exchange of knowledge is just its incidental function.

After wandering around the Jinchun Garden for a long time, when Cui Che was sent to find Cui Che by the head of the Zhang family, Er Liu had already finished reviewing the manuscripts and commented on the scholars who presented the manuscripts.

At this time, the banquet was held, with singing and dancing going on. The head of the Zhang family had already reserved a seat for Cui Che, right next to Liu Xuan.

Cui Che took his seat, but did not move his chopsticks. He only listened carefully to the singing voice of the singer singing the masterpieces brought by the literati today, and admired the graceful dancing of the famous Dingzhou prostitute specially invited by the Zhang family.

"I wonder if Xiao Langjun has ever entered school?"

Liu Xuan beside him suddenly asked.

Cui Che came back to his senses and asked:

"Mr. Liu, does he know why I don't eat today?"

Liu Xuan didn't know why, so he asked him whether he had studied or not, and what did it have to do with whether he could eat or not.

But Cui Che laughed loudly and said:

"I already have a lot of talent in my belly, so how can I swallow it down again?"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was silent, and even the singer stopped singing. Everyone said to themselves: What an arrogant young man.

"What Xiao Langjun said is really interesting. In that case, can you let Xuan take the first and second exams in school?"

Liu Xuan's words made Liu Zhuo, who was opposite him, very surprised. How could his friend be so serious with a child? Besides, this young man's family background was not something they could offend.

Liu Zhuo was about to speak to soften his words, but he heard Cui Che agree:

"Please also ask Mr. Liu to come up with a question."

Seeing that Cui Che had already agreed, Liu Zhuo didn't dare to speak anymore. He just hoped that his friend would not deliberately make things difficult and just ask a few questions.

However, Liu Xuan pointed to a group of white geese in the pond outside the pavilion and said:

"I wonder if Xiaolangjun can use geese as poems?"

Isn't it embarrassing to ask a seven-year-old boy to compose a poem on the spot? Not to mention Zhao Wen behind Cui Che, even Liu Zhuo frowned.

But Cui Che, who was the focus of everyone's attention, looked calm. He stood up and walked to the edge of the pool, stopped for a moment, then turned back to the pavilion, looking confident.

"Goose, goose, goose."

As soon as the three words came out, Liu Zhuo was already thinking of excuses. Innocence? Childishness? It was made by a six-year-old boy, so he followed these two directions.

Zhao Wen, who was sitting behind Cui Che, was even more desperate. He only felt that the young man was embarrassed at the cultural gathering this time, and the old lady would definitely not let him off easily.

The people present were even snickering secretly, but the next sentence made people freeze and laugh:

"Quxiang sings to the sky."

Cui Che walked to his table and held the wine cup on the table. Here was the tea prepared for him by the head of the Zhang family. He raised the wine cup and said to everyone:

"White hair floats on the green water, and anthurium stirs the clear waves."

As everyone applauded, Cui Che drank a cup of tea and said with a smile:

"I am honored to attend a grand event, and I am fortunate to meet all the heroes. I will leave happily and see you again if we are destined."

After that, he called Zhao Wen, who had a beautiful face full of little stars and his face was red with excitement, and strode away with short legs.

Liu Xuan, who was left to write the test for Cui Che, murmured:

"When you sing the goose at the age of seven, your talents and talents are given to you by nature. This is not a child prodigy!"

Everyone present, including Liu Zhuo, was still recalling the catchy poem that vividly displayed the expression and form of the white goose. The key point was that this was a work on the spot by a six-year-old boy. It was even more rare and fully worthy of what Liu Xuan said.

Known as a child prodigy.

In fact, this poem was written by King Luo Bin, one of the four heroes of the early Tang Dynasty, when he was seven years old. Brother Che, who was six years old, took it for his own use.

After walking out of Jinchun Garden, Miao Rong and Zhao Wen were still chattering in their ears, but Cui Che was calm. What he did today was just the script he had written yesterday.

The knowledge of Er Liu was highly respected by the world, but they were from humble backgrounds and poor families. They were both greedy for money and stingy, and they each left their own reputations in later generations.

For example, in order to make money, Liu Xuan forged more than a hundred volumes of books and sold them to the government. He was later reported and almost lost his life.

And Liu Zhuo is even more fond of doing knowledge and business, turning his knowledge into wealth. Don't get me wrong, he is not engaged in inventions and creations, but among his disciples, if you don't give him gifts, or the gifts are light, you won't get it at all.

to his true teachings.

Of course, these things have not happened yet, and their character is not known.

Last night, when Zhao Wen was chewing words in the house, Cui Che ordered another older servant to visit Liu Xuan with his name card and letters, and also brought many vulgar yellow and white things, and had a pleasant conversation with him.

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Happy New Year everyone.

(End of chapter)