Updated: 2012-09-19

Nanjing City is planned in a strict hierarchy, and the same city is divided into several worlds, including noble officials, wealthy areas, handicraft areas, commercial areas, and scenic areas in an orderly manner. Near Dazhong Bridge where Zhang Ning's family is located, and most of them are commercial areas near Wuding Bridge where Fuleyuan is located, and the road is full of mercy and hustle and bustle, but the popularity is very strong, and it is a peaceful and prosperous scene.

Their family has neither a car nor a horse, but Zhang Ning does not have to walk to Wuding Bridge to do business. The more popular mode of transportation here is: taking a boat. There is a short-distance black-sailed boat that specializes in carrying passengers sailing on the waterway in the city, which is as convenient as modern buses and is very cheap. There are also long-distance "night boats", where literati often write about the anecdotes of night boats, without losing their romantic feelings.

Zhang Ning asked the detailed address and walked out for a short walk on the boat at Dazhongqiao Pier and sailed west along the Qinhuai River. He experienced the so-called Ming scholar's social status on the boat. The people on the same boat did not recognize him, and naturally he did not know that he had no fame anymore. He only looked at his appearance and clothes, his fingers were clean and neatly trimmed. He saw that he was a scholar with his ten fingers not sticking to mud. The passengers next to him unconsciously gave up a wider space. A man in short clothes on the opposite side kept his legs.

I shrank for fear of provoking him. Don’t think that most scholars in the Ming Dynasty were powerless, and their bones were harder than the other, and there were all kinds of fellow villagers and classmates. They were not easy to provoke in this era. Ordinary people would tremble when they entered the court, but students could go in and out at will to find that the officials of the prefectures and counties could interfere with them. If they provoked people with fame, they would directly lead to the yamen and said that no matter how arrogant people in the city and the village were fighting against literati, who could beat the government?

Get off the boat at Wuding Bridge in Jiangning County, you can see the vast and vast Fuleyuan, located in the southeast of Wuding Bridge. Zhang Ning did not intend to enter through the main entrance, but there was a street and alley on the side, which could be found from there in a low-key manner.

There are many rich people who come to Fuleyuan or pass by. Of course, rich people are generous. This is also a Fengshui treasure land for doing business. Even the streets and alleys on the side of Fuleyuan are full of business shops, and there are street stalls next to each other on the street. The government seems to have no care. Only shop owners along the street sometimes come to set up street stalls, saying that they are the door of others, and there are no disputes and noisy. In addition, bargaining, chatting, and noisy in the crowd.

Zhang Ning clamped a bamboo tube containing drawings with his arm and walked to the entrance of the small gate of Xunfuleyuan on this street. At this moment, he suddenly heard someone calling him. When he turned around, he saw a carriage parked beside him. The car window opened the face of a young woman and appeared in front of him. Zhang Ning's memory immediately recalled the information of this acquaintance. It turned out that this girl was Wang, who had an engagement before... but it didn't matter now.

"Brother Ning..." Wang looked at him with a complicated expression, opened his eyes wide and looked at him for a moment, bit his lips lightly and said, "What happened a few days ago... My father thought Brother Ning could not wake up, and the two doctors said that."

At this time, Zhang Ning had no feelings for Wang. To him, he was just a symbolic existence. There was no feeling, let alone blame and resentment. He smiled loudly and said, "It's really a disaster to save a life by chance."

He also found that there was an acquaintance behind the carriage, Ma Wenchang, a student from Jiangning County School, who had made friends before. Isn’t Jiangning County School located on the other side of the river? However, Wang and Ma Wenchang didn’t seem to have much to do with each other. It was a bit strange how they walked together. Zhang Ning clasped his fists and bowed: “Why are brothers here?”

Although Ma Maocai was riding a tall horse and wearing a silk brocade dress, his appearance was really not inferior to Zhang Ning. He seemed surprised when he saw Zhang Ning, so he hurriedly turned off the horse and returned the gift, and smiled and said, "Didn't my family have business dealings with the Wang family? My father asked me to go over and talk about something, and I don't want to meet Miss Wang on the road."

"Oh, so that's it." Zhang Ning nodded with some understanding.

Ma Maocai sighed "ah" and said, "Several buddies in Jiangning County have been saddened by what happened to Brother Ping'an. But we all remember Brother Ping'an, and we will definitely invite you next time the poetry and wine party... But Sihai will come, don't you mind? I heard that Brother Ping'an had a little awkward relationship with Sihai?"

"When is it awkward, why can't I remember it?" Zhang Ning frowned and thought bitterly.

"It's good if you don't, it's good if you don't. Maybe I remember it wrongly, haha!" Ma Wenchang laughed dryly.

"What did you do in Jiangning County?" Wang's eyes never left Zhang Ning without blinking, "Since you are here, go to our house to have a drink of tea."

Zhang Ning shook his head and said, "I have a good intention. I have something to do, so I will say goodbye."

"Brother Ning!" Wang shouted at him loudly. When Zhang Ning stood still and turned around and waited for her to speak, she stammered for a while, "Do you... do you... hate me?"

When Zhang Ning turned around, he saw the quaint buildings and bustling crowds, and Ma Maocai, who was inexplicably despised by the horses. Suddenly, he remembered a few poems and looked at Wang and said casually: "If life is just like the first meeting..."

Wang looked at him with admiration, probably thinking that Brother Ning, who spoke casually, was very awesome.

...The vendors around were still walking their own way, busy with their own affairs. On a building in Fuleyuan diagonally opposite, a woman in light silk heard from the wind that "If life was just like the first meeting", and immediately attracted attention. She ignored the men and women around her and was laughing at her, hurriedly looking down to find the source of the sound. In the crowd, she could soon notice a scholar in a green robe next to a carriage and horse. Only seeing a back was also aroused by people.

The scholar paused and chanted sadly: "...why is the autumn wind sad to draw a fan?"

The woman in the light shirt couldn't help but take a look at the exquisite folding fan that had been put by the window for many days. In an instant, the hustle and bustle on the ancient street filled with secular and business seemed to suddenly stagnate. Only the autumn wind and endless gracefulness remained.

It seems that this is the place where a sad and beautiful emotion occurs, filled with the lingering of life and death, the bluestone slab, bridge and water, everything becomes meaningful, and everything becomes poetic and picturesque, even if the poetic and picturesque style is just sad. Something deep in the heart of the woman in the light shirt seems to be ignited by these short fourteen words in an instant, and her eyes are like the mist of early winter.

Zhang Ning sighed and continued to recite to Wang: "The hearts of old friends are changed in vain, but the hearts of old friends are changed easily."

Two lines of clear tears slid across the cheeks of the woman in light shirt. It was not my story, but she was shedding her tears. "Why did Sister Fang cry?" The sister next to her looked at her in surprise. The big belly of the happy guest took out a handful of silver from the bag and said, "Happy to accompany me, I have money." The sister said, "Mr. Xu is the biggest Fang, a rare good person to meet. Sister Fang smiled."

"Goodbye." The scholar in green robe held his fists and bowed, turned around and left.

Who is he? He didn't see what he looked like, and was he going to disappear into the crowd like this? The woman in the light shirt pretended to act every day. At this moment, she suddenly lost control of her emotions and couldn't pretend. She turned around and ran, and a rude shout came from behind her, "Come back!" As soon as she went down the stairs, the brothel rushed over and said angrily, "Where are you going, what's the point of leaving the guest?" "Stop her!" But all this became a dream, and it didn't matter.

She ran to the streets and alleys with an inconvenient long skirt. Some people were accidentally staggered, some were kicked over by the street stall, some were scolded and some were shouting that they would come back to pay for the money. The people from Fuleyuan also chased them out.

When he ran to the street, the woman in the light shirt finally saw the scholar in front of her, and her back would never be wrong.

"Please stay, please stay." A gentle voice came out in a whimpering breath.

Zhang Ning turned around and looked at it, and was surprised. He saw a beautiful woman in beautiful clothes standing in front of him, and some people ran towards her behind her. Zhang Ning looked around and looked: Are you coming to this woman or me?

He calmly asked, "What's the matter?"

The bush and others and the people who were thrown off the street also caught up with each other. The bush said, "What are you running? Where can you run?" The vendor said, "Pay money."

The woman in the light-shirt turned red and she exhaled and said, "Is it better to change the 'old friend' in the last two sentences to the 'old friend'? This way there will be allusions."

When the others heard the woman talked to the scholar, they felt bored and stopped talking. The brothel found that she was not trying to escape and was not so nervous.

Zhang Ning looked at her in shock, thinking that it was a mess, just telling me to change the order of the two words as an allusion? Are you full? He was puzzled but still calm. After thinking for a moment, he said, "What the girl said is, and this leads to Xie Feng's allusion, which is indeed better."

The woman in the light shirt raised her green sleeve and gently covered her chin and smiled: "The number of words in the four sentences seems to be consistent with the tune of "Yuchunlou". There are eight sentences and fifty-six words in "Yuchunlou", and there are still half of them. Can the young master give them? I am grateful."

Zhang Ning recalled for a while and realized his mind. Fortunately, this song was seen everywhere on the Internet, so he remembered it almost the same. Otherwise, even if there was a lot of ink in his belly, it would be difficult to get the next chapter at once and the style would be consistent. Besides, Zhang Ning was powerful in the past, and poetry was not accomplished. Seeing that this beauty was friendly and interested in poetry, it didn't matter if she recited it to her.

Just as she was about to speak, the woman in a light shirt hurriedly stretched out her fingertips and pressed her on Zhang Ning's lips: "Slowly, it's really a bad word to read it here."

"Oh..." The onlookers immediately started to cheer. It is rare for men and women to do such ambiguous move on the street, and it can also be called an indecent thing.

"Follow me." The girl's voice sounded very nice and looked good when she smiled. No wonder some people were willing to spend a lot of money to see them singing and laughing.

The brothel pulled the woman in the veil and said, "Mr. Xu is still waiting for you." The woman in the veil and called out "Mom" crisply and then whispered in the brothel's ear: "This word is good. The money you can make is more than ten times more than Mr. Xu's little silver. Don't you believe my knowledge?" The brothel gradually smiled.

Zhang Ning vaguely heard their mutters, thinking that poetry and prose are not that magical. Those who know this are just children from officials, scholars and scholars. Such people may not like to go to prostitutes. Besides, he has no fame, and the value of poetry and prose from his plagiarism is greatly reduced.

The woman in a light shirt said in a soft voice like coaxing the child: "Come on."

Zhang Ning didn't move and said, "I don't have money."

Perhaps this sentence sounded too inappropriate to the woman. She was stunned and laughed out loud: "I'll ask you to go in and sit down and give it to me, saying that the smell of money is so boring."
Chapter completed!