Chao Yu Jie

As the weather turned cooler, the sweet-scented osmanthus was in full bloom. For a while, the air in Shangjing seemed to be filled with osmanthus.

Wen Zhuo's late mother loved flowers the most, especially sweet-scented osmanthus, and most of the silver osmanthus were planted in the house. At this time, the osmanthus was so strong that even the incense in the house was saved.

Wen Zhuo doesn't know the way of incense, and the maids around her usually take care of her clothes and accessories.The four maids in his room looked like pretty girls, but they had a meticulous division of labor, each performed their duties, and tidied up the courtyard properly.

Wen Zhuo got up early this day and practiced swordsmanship with Bai Yi first. His sword was given to him by Wen Chou. It looked rich and flashy, but it was worth a lot of money. It was a gift from merchants from other provinces to Wen Chou.Two pigeon blood rubies the size of longan eyes were inlaid on the hilt of the lightsaber, not to mention the decoration on the scabbard.

This sword is expensive and heavy, and it's good for exercise, like lifting a dumbbell.

Wen Chou learned marksmanship by himself, and it was taught by Wen Shiyu himself. Wen Zhuo had seen his elder brother's martial arts, and seeing Wen Ruchi, who was alone, wielding a spear like a tiger, was a completely different person.

Practicing martial arts can strengthen the body, and it has almost become a habit of drinking.

After practicing the sword, I woke up and naturally broke out in a sweat.

The maid, Shiyu, then waited on him to wash, wipe his sweat, comb his hair and change his clothes, and gave him a rare emerald sachet.

Living among the brocades, Wen Zhuo has seen a lot of the world and gained some insight. This emerald sachet has a green and transparent color, and the craftsman carved it into the shape of a two-story pavilion, with pearls hanging from the four corners with gold thread.The panes on the upper floor are hollowed out, and the window lattices are inlaid with gold. The door on the lower floor is also hollowed out, and a gold base is inlaid underneath, so that fragrant medicine can be stuffed in when the door is opened.

Wen Zhuo likes this sachet the most, it is much more expensive than the gold sachet with twisted silk fish pattern that he usually wears, he can't help but wonder: "Why are you wearing this?"

Shi Yu said: "I heard that the son will go to Fangyue Mountain with my cousin today to discuss poetry, this sachet is very suitable."

When Wen Zhuo heard this, he understood, Shiyu wanted to look elegant, so that he wouldn't look vulgar when sitting with those sour Confucian scholars, even thinking about the waist pendant.

Seeing that the fragrant medicine was stuffed in the sachet, Wen Zhuo picked it up and sniffed it, only to find that the smell was refreshing, which was different from what he usually used.

Shiyu smiled and said: "My son is here to enjoy the flowers. Now the capital is full of cinnamon. It's not good to smoke it again." He also said what the name of the incense was, and Wen Zhuo listened to it casually and didn't let it go. In my heart, I can only smell a little agarwood and borneol, but it smells good.

Yang Ruoming is a first-class elegant person. He said that there is a wonderful golden osmanthus tree on Fangyue Mountain in the north. It is a 500-year-old tree. On poetry.

Both Rong Li and Wen Zhuo were invited.Rong Liyuan said that he wanted to ride a horse, but it is a pity that Wen Zhuo still has no time to learn, and he also asked Yin Hecheng to get on the horse last time. He fell into a psychological shadow and refused to ride with others, so he had to ask someone to prepare a carriage for them. go.

Sitting in the car, the two cousins ​​naturally chatted and bickered all the way, and the journey didn't feel long.

When the two of them arrived, Yang Ruoming and Liu Chengxuan had already arrived, and I saw the two of them coming together, Rong Li was wearing jade and a lake blue robe, Wen Zhuo was wearing a crow green shirt with a snow white collar Yes, there is a jade tower hanging on the waist swinging gently, all of which look romantic, and I can't help but secretly praise it.

There were quite a few people who came with them, all of whom were famous poets in Beijing. Seeing these two young men at this time, some sharp-eyed people immediately recognized Wen Zhuo and Rong Li.

Because of Wen Zhuo's frequent contacts with Yang and Liu, he is also familiar among the scribes, and has a bit of a good reputation for being kind and helpful.

After seeing the ceremony, everyone sat down and listened to Yang Ruoming talking about the origin of the golden osmanthus in Fangyue Mountain, and the rest talked about the legend of the laurel tree in the moon and so on.Literati are most fond of fantasy, and after a while they will talk about the legend of ghosts and fairies.

Rong Li felt incredible when he heard this, and smiled secretly while shaking his fan.

Wen Zhuo didn't care what other people said, and after looking at the ancient tree for a while, he didn't feel any difference between the golden osmanthus and the silver osmanthus in his family.Fortunately, the absurd topic stopped Yang Ruoming, and Rong Li felt that it was a little bit ear-catching when he talked about the famous quotes from the predecessors.

At this time Liu Chengxi sat down beside them. Although he is introverted, he likes drinking warmly very much.Several people chatted about next year's spring, Liu Chengmei seemed to have a chance to win, seeing him like this, Rong Li got a little bit of fighting spirit, and bet on who will be the next one in the future, and set up a banquet in Heleju.

All the people chatted separately, and the servants waited early to get busy, prepared the four treasures of the study, and had to compete in poetry for tea and snacks.

Wen Zhuo picked up the pen, not knowing what to write for a while.He stayed there for a while, his mind wandering, and he suddenly thought of the koi that King Luo raised in the pond in the Lingshan courtyard.After he let him take the red carp home, he somehow died one day, which made him very depressed.

He wrote: carp holds sweet-scented osmanthus, Hongying points youth.Ripples rise from the Lu waves, and the shadows startle the sunset.

Seeing that he was stunned for a while, Rong Li wrote it in a hurry, and it turned out to be a quatrain.

Just about to praise him a few words, Wen Zhuo became dazed again.

As far as this poetry meeting is concerned, it is a bit like Wang Xizhi's "Preface to the Lanting Collection".Wen Zhuo got the poem in a hurry and finished it, but he didn't bother to show off with others, but just sat aside and basked in the sun.But after a while, I lost interest, and I thought it would be interesting to go for a walk in the mountains.

Seeing his bored face, Shuqin rushed over to bring tea and water. He used to look at people and said, "Young master, are you bored? I think it would be nice to have a piece of red maple next to the front temple. Do you want to go and have a look, young master?" ?”

Hearing this, Wen Zhuo was in the middle of his heart, so he casually told Rong Li, left Shuqin here, and took Bai Yi for a stroll.

After walking not far in the mountains, I saw a red maple swaying in the mountain wind, so I decided to pick a few leaves to make a bookmark.The red leaves grow big and small, and some of them are uneven in color. Wen Zhuo carefully picked out a few leaves and put them away. Suddenly, he heard voices coming from the front. When he looked carefully, one of them was actually Yin Hecheng.

Yin Hecheng was talking to the abbot at this time, when he heard someone walking behind him, and when he turned his head, he didn't expect it to be Wen Zhuo.