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Seeing this, Daiyu laughed and scolded: "I don't know if I'm really stupid or fake. If you want to compose poetry, you can ask me to be your teacher. Although I don't understand it, I can afford to teach you."

Xiangling smiled and said, "As expected, I'll take you as my teacher, girl, please don't get bored with me."

Daiyu said: "What's difficult is worth learning! It's just a combination of beginning and end, in which there are two pairs of inheritance and turn, flat to flat, false to real, and real to false. If there are strange sentences, even It’s just plain and false. If you have this kind of heart, you must be able to achieve elegant things. If you don’t have this kind of heart, even if you are talented and intelligent, you are still just a stubborn rock.”

As he said that, he even squinted at someone with a pair of wonderful eyes.

During the days when she co-wrote "The Legend of the White Snake", she hinted to someone so many times that she not only had to study the classics of sages and write stereotyped essays, but also learn some elegant characters and write some poems.

But someone bluntly said that today is not the same as before the Song Dynasty. The imperial examination depends on poetry. After the Song Dynasty, the poetry in the imperial examination was replaced by the classics.

It just doesn't make sense!

Jia Qiang didn't know, but she smiled at Xiangling: "I heard that all the beauties in ancient times used willow as their form, jade as their bones, ice and snow as their skin, and autumn water as their posture. Poetry is your heart. Now you are beautiful, and you have learned poetry from Aunt Lin, and since then you have poetry as your heart, and you can compare with ancient beauties."

Xiangling's pretty face was blushing, but everyone else felt that the roast in their hands was neither delicious nor sweet...

Daiyu took the lead, and everyone looked at Jia Qiang with disgust.

Xiangling was ashamed, but she still wanted to save Jia Qiang, and asked Daiyu, "My dear girl, there are so many rules in poetry, how should I learn?"

What kind of heart is Daiyu, how can she not understand Xiangling's intentions, she gave her an angry look, but she was kind-hearted, and said with a smile: "If you really want to learn, I have "The Complete Works of Wang Mojie" here. Read one hundred of his five-character rhyme, carefully figure out and get familiar with it, then read one or two hundred of Lao Du's seven-character rhyme, and then read one or two hundred of Li Qinglian's seven-character quatrains. I have this in my stomach first. The three people made the foundation, and then Tao Yuanming, Xie, Ruan, Geng, Bao and others took a look. You are a smart person, and you will be a poet in less than a year!"

Xiangling heard this, and said with a smile: "It's the first time someone praised me for being smart, the girl is really a good person. If that's the case, good girl, you can just show me this book, I'll take it home and read a few at night. "

When Daiyu heard about it, she ordered Zijuan to go back to her room and bring Wang Youcheng's five-character rhythm, and handed it to Xiangling, and said: "You only see that I chose the ones with red circles, and I read one of them. I don't understand. If you want to ask your second master, or meet me, I'll just tell you."

Looking at this scene by the fire, Jia Qiang looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky, feeling an indescribable feeling in her heart.

When I read the poems of Mu Ya Nu Ya Ji in the Red Mansion, I read the poems from Xiangling between the lines on the paper.

Who would have thought that it would happen so clearly in front of my eyes now.

The past and present lives seem to be just a snap of the fingers.

The night moon is like a flower, illuminating the world as clear and bright.

On the big river, the water is sparkling, and the passenger boat cuts through the water, stirring up waves.

People can be seen on both sides of the strait, but at this time the night is getting darker and the lights have faded.

……

"After the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather comes late to autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow upward. The bamboo noise returns to the raccoon girl, and the lotus moves down the fishing boat. The spring is fragrant and rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay."

"Good poetry, really good poetry!"

"If you want to ask a bicycle, it belongs to the country and passes through Juyan. When you conquer Peng, you go out of Hansai, and you return to Hutian. The desert is solitary, and the long river falls into the sun. When you ride in Xiaoguan, you are protected by Yanran."

"I don't really understand... Lord, what is the meaning of this poem, Zheng Peng, is it Marshal Tianpeng? Which one is Xiao Guan... Yeah, Lord fell asleep... Let's ignore this poem for now."

"The morning rain in Weicheng is light and the dust is light, the inn houses are green and willows are new. I advise you to drink a glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west..."

"Wow! What a beautiful poem!"

"Xiangling..."

"Ah? Grandpa, are you awake?"

"I was awakened by you chanting the mantra. However, if you continue to recite it, I'm afraid you will be chanted to death!"

"Pfft!"

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Chapter 134

Yangzhou Royal Wharf.

It was originally built by Yangzhou officials and businessmen when the Taishang Emperor visited Yangzhou several times in the early years of Jingchu.

At that time, Weisheng could approach the pier in a dragon boat.

It's just that during the last southern tour, the Taishanghuang clearly felt that the current situation was difficult. In order to save some reputation, the Taishanghuang sent a decree to open the pier here and share it with all people.

Although this decree did not restore much reputation for the Supreme Emperor, it did benefit many people in Yangzhou.

In the morning, misty.

The people of Yangzhou are doing business on the pier with a much more leisurely attitude than the people of the Northland.

Different from the rough chants of porters in the north, the chants of Yangzhou people are more like Yangzhou Pingtan...

In the sound of chant full of Jiangnan charm, a horse-drawn carriage with eight treasure hairpin tassels and two ordinary carriages drove out of the cabin of the passenger ship, and under the escort of a few horses, they headed for the Yamen of Yanyuan in Yangzhou.

……

As the highest salt official in the two Huaihe Rivers, as the richest official vacancies in the most affluent land in the world, the salt inspector must be the most trusted minister of the emperor.

It's a pity that Dayan was founded for a hundred years, and the loyal ministers of the emperor who fell to this official position, like crucian carp crossing the river, went on and on.

Those who can survive three years are very few.

As for Lin Ruhai, since the 23rd year of Jingchu, Emperor Long'an, who was Prince Lian at that time, personally recommended him to go south. It has been more than thirteen years since then, and he is the longest-serving censor of salt.

He was indeed able to take on this important task and lived up to the great trust.

Over the past 13 years, breaking through countless difficulties and obstacles, and even assassinating in life, has changed the eight major salt merchants in Yanghuai for three full periods.

As for other small and medium-sized salt merchants, hundreds of them were exterminated and ransacked for the crime of smuggling salt!

In the past 13 years, Emperor Long'an, who helped the emperor to take over the mess left by the emperor, survived the difficulties.

However, the Yanyuan yamen seems to be cursed, and almost no inspector of the salt censor can achieve good results.

Most of the previous Yanyuan censors were rooted in corruption, but Lin Ruhai, although he survived the most difficult trap and temptation, fell to the disease.

The eight major salt merchants in Yangzhou have received news that Lin Ruhai is terminally ill, there is no cure for medicine and stones, and time is running out.

Because of this news, I don't know how many people secretly cheered.

The painting boats on the Slender West Lake are booming because of this!

It's a pity that the Yanyuan has been tightly sealed by Yan Ding, and it is impossible to find out the truth. I don't know how many days the ruthless King Lin Yan still has to live...

However, in the past few days, I have heard that even the relatives of the Lin family in Beijing have sent people to visit, and their hometown in Suzhou has also sent their heirs, presumably for funeral arrangements.

It's just that for some reason, the Yamen of Yanyuan suddenly invited a foreign monk into the mansion.