Chapter 596 Gentlemen
Things in this world are never subject to human will.
You want it but you can’t get it, you don’t want it but you come to your door...
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The setting sun casts golden light all over the majestic city walls of Chang'an.
In the fields on both sides of the road outside the city, the sharp buds of grass have sprouted. As far as the eye can see, the mountains in the distance are also covered with a layer of light green.
Winter passes and spring comes, and everything revives.
A group of vehicles meandered into Chang'an City on this early spring evening.
The curtain of the carriage in the middle was opened by a slender hand that looked like white jade, revealing a beautiful face in the carriage. A pair of clear eyes turned, curiously looking at this famous capital city. .
The square city bricks, thick city gates, majestic city towers, and wide streets all present a simple and heavy style that is very different from the elegance of Jiangnan. Although it was already evening, when passing by the East Market, the noisy street markets, fluttering wine flags, and orchids selling wine on the street all had a unique charm.
The girl's beautiful pearly eyes flashed with curiosity...
The motorcade entered the city through Chunming Gate, headed westward, passed through Pingkang and Wuben Square, and arrived at the Xingdaofang Jiangnan Guild Hall across the street from the Imperial College.
There were already people waiting outside the guild hall.
When they saw the convoy arriving, someone stepped forward to greet them. The leader was Xie Wenju, the supervisory censor.
The current carriage stopped, the curtains were lifted, and with the support of the coachman, an old man stepped out of the carriage on a horse stool.
He has a silver-white beard that is neatly combed, and he wears a Jinxian crown on his head. Although his fair face is already covered with furrows and wrinkles and age spots, it is well-maintained and looks good. But from the bloated eyes, one could see that he was tired from the journey and was mentally exhausted.
Xie Wenju immediately lifted his robe, knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times respectfully, and said respectfully: "My grandson sends my regards to my grandfather."
The old man nodded slightly and said warmly: "Get up, you did a good job."
As soon as they met, they recognized Xie Wenju's actions since entering Beijing.
Xie Wenju felt relieved and said, "Thank you, grandpa!" Then he stood up.
At this time, an old man about the same age as his grandfather got out of a carriage behind him and walked over slowly.
Xie Wenju saw the old man's appearance clearly and was surprised. He quickly took two steps forward and bowed to salute: "This junior has met Mr. Wang."
This time, it was discipleship that was the focus.
Mr. Wang has a slim appearance and a tall build. He is dressed in moon-white clothes and has a light smile that is wise and free. Seeing Xie Wenju, Mr. Wang raised his hand slightly and said with a smile: "No need to be polite."
Xie Wenju straightened up and said with a smile: "The juniors have packed up their residence and prepared the banquet. Elders, please take a bath first to wash away the dust, and then invite you to the banquet. Song Guogong has been waiting in the hall for a long time."
But I was a little shocked. Why did this old gentleman come this time? There was no news beforehand...
He couldn't help but turn his head slightly and glance at his grandfather. In the family letters exchanged, my grandfather only said that he would go to the capital on behalf of the Jiangnan gentry, but he never revealed that this great Confucian who was famous in Jiangnan would accompany him.
However, his grandfather ignored his doubts and just smiled and extended his hand to invite Mr. Wang: "This old man still has to travel thousands of miles and is almost falling apart! Age is not forgiving. I remember when we went to study in the middle of Sichuan, After traveling thousands of miles and carrying wine, have you ever felt tired? Quickly wash up, eat some wine, and have a good sleep, otherwise Xie will really not be able to bear it anymore.”
Mr. Wang smiled faintly and said: "Although I am very tired after this bumpy road, the scenery and people's sentiments I saw along the way are all comfortable and beautiful. This trip to the capital is worth it! Otherwise, if you miss this opportunity, you will lose your bones." I have to bury my bones and live forever, and I will never see this picturesque country again in this life.”
The words were very carefree.
Mr. Xie said happily: "Heroes see the same thing."
The two old men entered the guild hall hand in hand.
Xie Wenju did not follow closely, but raised his head slightly and looked at the vehicle behind him, searching for something. Until he saw a slender and graceful figure getting off a carriage in the middle, his eyes lit up and he walked over. .
"Brother Yu, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Did Miss Qi have a good trip?" Xie Wenju said with a happy face.
It has to be said that Xie Wenju is handsome in appearance, tall and tall, and he is an extremely talented person. Coupled with his gentle and gentle aura, and his upright demeanor honed in the officialdom, he is quite "as rich as jade". .
This kind of pretty boy is extremely popular among women in the boudoir. Of course, "dark-faced gods" like Fang Jun will never admit it...
Standing in front of him was a beautiful girl.
This young girl is slim and graceful, with a slender figure. She is wearing a Suzhou embroidered long skirt with brilliant pearls and jewels. She has bright eyes and white teeth, like a shining pearl, and her beautiful face is shining brightly.
Hearing Xie Wenju's greetings, the girl's lips curved into a shallow smile, and she smiled slightly. Her voice was as crisp as an oriole: "Thank you for thinking about me, brother. I'm fine, little sister."
Xie Wenju obviously liked this girl very much. His face suddenly glowed and he said with a smile: "Miss Seventh came to Beijing for the first time. She is more curious about everything. In her free time tomorrow, Brother Yu will do his best to be a landlord and accompany the lady to walk around and enjoy it. Different from the Guanzhong style in Jiangnan.”
The girl smiled softly, with a pair of clear beautiful eyes shining, and said softly: "Thank you very much, brother, but my little sister has never been far away, and she is very tired from traveling and traveling all the way. She needs to rest for a few days before she can afford to fight. Where’s the spirit?”
This girl has a beautiful face and bright eyes. She is indeed radiant and naturally beautiful.
Xie Wenju was dazzled by this beautiful smile and was in a good mood. He nodded and said: "That's natural. Just don't be polite, Miss. The capital is no better than Jiangnan. People's hearts are complicated. There are too many dandy men walking around. Miss must not be alone." Safety is the first priority when traveling. No matter what, Brother Yu will not refuse any request from the lady.”
His eyes shine with passion and his love is obvious to all passersby.
But as the saying goes, gentlemen are good at marrying ladies, and it is not bad for men to be unmarried and women to be unmarried.
When the girl heard this, she remained calm, nodded slightly and said, "Thank you so much, brother..."
People in the motorcade got off the car one after another. When they saw Xie Wenju here, they all looked over. Xie Wenju felt a little embarrassed by the stares and felt uncomfortable all over, so he cupped his hands at the girl, smiled, and turned away, leaving behind a figure that he thought was chic.
But he didn't see that the moment he turned around, the girl's beautiful cherry lips deflated slightly...
The arrival of this motorcade caused a sensation in the Jiangnan Guild Hall.
Not to mention that the head of the Xie family came to Beijing in person, Mr. Wang who came with him made all the Jiangnan scholars in the Jiangnan Guild Hall who were preparing for the imperial examination extremely excited.
Mr. Wang's real name is Wang Xu'an. He is one of the most famous Confucian scholars in the south of the Yangtze River. He is as famous as Kong Yingda and Zhang Xuansu. I don’t know how many of these scholars from Jiangnan are his disciples and grandchildren...
Mr. Xie and Mr. Wang washed themselves up to get rid of their physical fatigue, and then came to the side hall accompanied by Xie Wenju.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw that the spacious room was paved with wooden floors and two paintings were hung on the wall. They were almost unrecognizable and written in wild cursive. It was unknown who had written them. The style was really abstract. There are four ink painting screens on one side of the side hall, a small table in the corner, and a chess table in front of the innermost wall. All the furnishings exude an elegant atmosphere, which is in line with Jiangnan. The noble and elegant temperament of a noble family.
At this time, there were two old men sitting on the cushions on both sides of the chess table. When they heard the footsteps, they both raised their heads.
The old man in green shirt on one side of the chess table has a pair of fish-eyes, an ugly face full of wrinkles, silver hair, and an old look. The old man on the other side is in his early fifties, with a gray beard on his chin. He is elegant and elegant. He just sits upright, but exudes an awe-inspiring nobility. He is Song Guogong Xiao Yu.
When Xiao Yu saw Mr. Xie and Mr. Wang, he shook his head slightly and sighed: "You two, why bother?"
Before Mr. Xie could speak, Mr. Wang had already laughed: "A true man stands in this world, and there are certain things that he should not do, but he must do something. If he hesitates to move forward when encountering a slight setback, or even retreats in fear, how can he be worthy of the thousand-year-old heritage of the Jiangnan nobles?"
Xiao Yu said helplessly: "That Fang Jun is just a kid. Talking about the superior Si to the inferior Si is the same as bumping into bricks and tiles with beautiful jade. How stupid is that?"
Mr. Wang, however, had already made up his mind and said resolutely: "It concerns the millennium-old foundation of the Jiangnan gentry. I can only blame him for his unlucky years!"
Xiao Yu sighed speechlessly. (End of chapter)