The best county magistrate

There are only four private rooms on the third floor of Qinxinfang and a hut on the west side. The hut is not often occupied by people, but there happened to be two people sitting there today.

One is Han Li, a doctor from the Imperial Academy, and the other is Shi Wenxue, a bachelor from the Hanlin Academy.

The two of them were eating side dishes and drinking wine around the stove, when the door was knocked by an old man on the second floor.

"Two adults, my student Hua Kang has something to see me."

Shi Wenxue opened the door, glanced at the old scholar who called himself Huakang, and took three pages from his hand.

"Huh? Do you have anything else to do?"

Seeing that he refused to leave after handing him the poem, Shi Wenxue asked casually, but his tone was kind.

"Sir, among these three people, there is one who is a student of poetry who is quite mysterious..."

"Ask Senior Brother, since Huakang said it is good, there are good things about it. Let the three of us read it together." Han Li said with a smile.

Shi Wenxue nodded noncommittally. He glanced at the words on the paper briefly for a few times, and then his pupils suddenly shrank.

"The silk tubes in Jincheng are flowing day by day, half into the river wind and half into the clouds."

"This song should only be heard in heaven, how many times can it be heard in the human world?"

After saying this, Han Li's smile froze, and the fingers holding the wine glass trembled a few times, causing some of the wine in the glass to spill out.

"Is this poem famous?" Shi Wenxue asked.

"I haven't seen the name of the poem, so I'll ask..."

Han Li waved his hand and stopped Huakang, "This matter is not urgent."

"This poem has only twenty-eight characters, and every word is precious. After reading it carefully, I found that there is another meaning in it. I think it can go up to the fourth level."

After hearing what he said, Shi Wenxue had the same feeling, "Let's hand it over to the fourth floor first. Master Liu and Master Li are here today, as well as Mr. Murong and Miss Murong. Please ask them to read it."

"Go ahead, Mr. Han and I will have a few more drinks. If the poems that follow are not as good as the Eighteen Bride and Eighty-year-old Man, don't send them over."

As he spoke, he closed the door, and the sound of clinking wine glasses sounded in the room.

Huakang carried the lyrics written by Yang Xuanchen and climbed to the fourth floor tremblingly.

In the small room, Han Li drank a glass of wine and looked out the window, "Ask my senior, who do you want to scold the person who made this comment?"

"No matter who he scolds, he's not scolding us anyway. Brother Han, drink!"

The fourth floor of Qinxinfang is not large, and there are guards guarding the stairs on both sides. Since Huakang is a resident scholar, it is easy to go up to the fourth floor.

He glanced at the table in the middle, then quickly stepped forward and bowed his hands.

"Sir, young lady, you two adults."

"Master Han and Master Shi think this poem can be promoted to the fourth level..."

The four people at the table were all stunned when they heard this. It has been a long time since anyone's poems reached the fourth level. If this person's poems can pass the eyes of everyone present today, he will definitely make a sensation in the capital tomorrow.

Liu Qingshan and Li Changliu looked at each other, and their eyes showed a sense of appreciation for talent.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, someone would be able to climb to the fourth floor." Liu Qingshan sighed with a smile and stretched out a hand to signal Huakang to hand him the paper.

"The silk tubes in Jincheng are flowing day by day, half into the river wind and half into the clouds."

"..."

He quickly read the entire poem, and then handed the paper to Li Changliu beside him.

Li Changliu took a closer look and immediately cursed, "I'll blanch it, Old Liu, didn't you see something?"

Liu Qingshan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he took the paper back and looked at it carefully, "I'm going to blanch, is this the boy?"

"Why didn't this kid even notify me when he came to the capital? He is really disrespectful."

Seeing that the master had said this, of course he was not to be outdone as a sacrificial wine, "If you want to inform me, let me know first. After all, I have also had a drink with that boy, and we have been friends for many years."

"You and he have been friends for years? Hahaha, that old man is actually a generation older than you. Mr. Sheng, come and listen..."

The two big guys from the Imperial Academy and the Hanlin Academy just glanced at the handwriting on the paper and started to make a fuss, which aroused the curiosity of the Murong siblings at the table.

"Grandpa Liu, Grandpa Li, who are you talking about? And why did you stop reading this poem halfway through? Can you show it to Qingluan?"

As soon as Murong Qingluan finished speaking, Murong Qingyu on the side spoke, "The two adults must be talking about the young man who is in the waterside pavilion at this time."

"Brother, what young man? Your arrow just now shouldn't have scared away the troublemaker. Why is he still there?" she asked.

Murong Qingyu curled her lips, saying that her sister was as smart as a orchid, but after drinking these few glasses of Mengxian wine, she became a lot stupider.

The arrow just now was really meant to scare the other party away, but as the owner of Qinxinfang, he couldn't say goodbye at the gate.

Today, there are two big guys, Li Changliu and Liu Qingshan, and it would be difficult to surpass them in poetry and poetry.

Therefore, he left a note saying that if he could get the fourth level of poetry and pass the review, he would be a distinguished guest of Qinxinfang and be exempted from the five-year fee.

But he didn't expect that this kid would reach the fourth level with just one poem, and he was also an acquaintance of Liu and Li. Li Changliu even called him his friend.

At this moment, he was thinking about going to Huafang to beat up Huang Baoshan and the waiter, and tell you to look down on others. Now, Qinxinfang's reputation will be ruined by you.

But then I thought about it, and I realized that the boy in the waterside pavilion was quite good at being a good person. Although he was unforgiving in his words, he didn't use a single curse word.

Firstly, he did not use force. Secondly, he followed the rules of Qinxinfang, so it was fair in terms of face.

Thinking of this, Murong Qingyu spoke, "Qingluan, read that poem."

"The silk tubes in Jincheng are flowing day by day, half into the river wind and half into the clouds."

"This song should only be heard in heaven, how many times can it be heard in the human world?"

After Murong Qingluan finished reading, he covered his mouth with one hand, red clouds flew up on his face, and his eyes were as bright as stars.

Is this person talking about my performance just now?

Am I really as good at playing as he said? This piece of music should only exist in heaven and can only be heard a few times in the human world.

Before he even saw me, he compared me to a fairy. Oh, how embarrassing.

No, how could anyone praise me like that from the first moment? She must have learned from somewhere that I am beautiful and want to eat swan meat.

A pervert, a pervert, a pervert!

Her shy expression turned into an angry look along with her thoughts. Liu Changqing just glanced at it and asked, "Does Qingluan know the meaning of this poem?"

When he asked this, Murong Qingluan was stunned for a moment and then asked: "Isn't this poem a curse?"

"Haha, haha! I've long heard that the youngest daughter of the Murong family is as smart as a orchid. Not only is her piano skills the best in the capital, but she is also proficient in poetry..."

Liu Changqing was picked up by Li Changliu halfway through his words, "Not bad, not bad, she is indeed the granddaughter of Master Murong."

"This kid is really using poetry to curse people!"

The three people at the table all said that the poem was a curse, which confused Murong Qingyu. He chewed it carefully over and over, but could not understand the meaning.

Li Changliu seemed to have figured out what he was thinking, stroking his beard with a smile on his face, "Let's first talk about this Jincheng silk tube. The sun is shining, half into the river wind and half into the clouds."

"If we think of Jincheng in the poem as Shangjing City, Si Guan and Ri Fenfen can be understood literally."

"The first sentence says that the music of Shangjing City is soft and melodious. Half of it floats away with the river wind, and half of it floats into the clouds. This scene is very beautiful."

"Master Liu, would you like to tell me the second half of your sentence?"

Liu Qingshan also stroked his beard and scolded with a smile: "You just leave the difficult problems to me, what a scheming old man!"

"Forget it, I'll tell you the second half of the sentence."

"This music should only exist in heaven. How many times can it be heard in the human world? Literally speaking, this kind of music should only exist in the sky. How many times can it be heard in the human world?"

"If the poetic meaning is just literal, this poem is also very beautiful."

"but……"

He only said half of what he said when Murong Qingluan said: "But he is such a scumbag, he can't eat swan meat even if he wants to, so he used poems to satirize him instead."

As soon as she finished speaking, Liu and Li burst out laughing.

"It's hard to say whether the toad wants to eat the swan's meat, but the poem is very ironic."

This is what Liu Qingshan said.

"He is dissatisfied in his heart. He is mocking those of us who are superior, scolding us for only caring about having fun in the clouds and looking down on others."

This is what Li Changliu said.

The two of them were talking to each other, causing the Murong brothers and sisters to look uncertain.

After a brief silence, Murong Qingyu asked: "Grandpa Liu, Grandpa Li, regardless of whether this poem is meant to curse me, etc., what is its meaning?"

He pinned his last hope on the two great scholars of the time, hoping that they would bluntly deny the poem so that they could kill the arrogance of the people in the waterside pavilion.

"If we only look at the literal meaning of this poem, it must be an eternal quatrain. I think it can be on a thousand-word monument."

Li Changliu's words made Liu Changqing nod repeatedly, "I think so too."

Then he continued: "In this case, this boy will not only be present on the Qianwen Monument, but also Jiujun will be missing."

Even after talking about this, Murong Qingyu still doesn't know who is underneath.

He put down all the burdens in his heart and shouted excitedly to Huakang: "Please be a distinguished guest, don't neglect me!"

After thinking for a moment, he stood up and said, "Mr. Hua, I'll go with you. Please invite the distinguished guests to board the boat!"

Then the words of the three distinguished guests were passed on until they reached Yang Xuanchen's ears.