Lin Yuzhi naturally understood the thoughts of the students in the hall.
He pondered for a moment and explained, "Before the imperial examination in the previous dynasty, a young lady heard that the teahouse was full of students taking the imperial examinations, and there were countless talented people. She was attracted by it, so she went there in disguise."
"Afterwards, she fell in love with a scholar at first sight, and the two got to know each other. It was then that the scholar learned that the lady's true identity was actually Princess Wen'an."
"And the scholar was indeed full of knowledge, and he finally became the top scorer in the imperial examination. The two got married and lived in harmony."
"A scholar compiled this incident into a biography called "Wenxiangji", which became a famous story and has been circulated to this day."
After hearing this, Lu Ren couldn't help but make a "tsk" sound, seeming to be very disdainful.
Wen Yu glanced at him sideways, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Is there a follow-up?"
"What the princess said is right. There is indeed a sequel. After the two got married, a peasant woman traveled a long way to find the scholar. It turned out that she was the scholar's old wife in his hometown. Later, the peasant woman sued the scholar in court."
Wen Yu: ...Why does this story sound so familiar? Chen Shimei and Qin Xianglian?
Lin Yuzhi poured a cup of tea for Wen Yu. "In the end, the scholar's wife was beheaded in front of the Meridian Gate, and Princess Wen'an personally supervised the execution."
"However, the "Wenxiang Ji" only records the first half of the story, in which the scholar achieved success and fame. After the marriage, he was abandoned, and this story was passed down as a beautiful story."
"Every student who comes to the Essay Teahouse has the thought that he or she can become that scholar."
Wen Yu sneered after hearing this: "Haha."
She looked coldly at the scholars who had just made those remarks, "They are ugly, but they have beautiful thoughts."
"How can Princess Wen'an compare to me? I'm just a brainless idiot, but she's a piece of shit! It's like putting shit on my head. It's shit if it's not! It's too insulting to me!"
Lin Yuzhi: ...
Lu Ren: ...
Wen Yu poked Lu Ren unhappily, "I'm the eldest princess, what's the crime of insulting me in public?"
Lu Ren: "According to the law, he should be beheaded."
Wen Yu slammed the table and said, "...How about this, you put sacks on them and throw them into the alley to beat them up, and pick on Xiao Jiji in particular, got it?"
Lu Ren: ...
Lin Yuzhi took a sip of tea and said, "May I ask, Princess, what is Xiao Jiji?"
Lu Ren closed his eyes, not wanting to hear these three words come out of the prime minister's mouth.
Wen Yu retweeted the message and blinked, "I won't tell you."
"I am a knowledgeable and erudite official, but I have never heard of this saying." Lin Yuzhi asked without any hesitation.
Wen Yu sighed pretentiously: "Not telling you is for your own good."
At this moment, there was a sudden noise from the hall.
The three of them looked down and saw a scholar who had come into the teahouse.
The clothes he wore were patched all over, and it was obvious that he lived in poverty, but these cold clothes could not hide his gentleness and elegance, and he exuded a strong scholarly air.
"If you can really figure it out, why not give me a hundred taels?" the teahouse owner said confidently.
"But let me be frank. This couple has been hanging in front of the sign for more than a month, and no one has been able to match it. Some people tried to match it, but they either lost the artistic conception or the rhythm."
"Since this young master is so confident, come on, waiter, please prepare your writing brush and ink, and please all the young masters present here to take a look and see if it is correct!"
Soon, the waiter cleared an empty table and laid out the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone. "Please come in."
The scholars also gathered around. If I remember correctly, when this couplet was first put up for one hundred taels, not only those who tried to oppose it, but all of them returned empty-handed.
Until these days, no one was interested in the one hundred taels.
But I didn't expect another one to come.
Wen Yu rested her chin on her hand and looked at the lively scene downstairs.
"Are you talking about the couplet hanging on the door? The green mountains never grow old, but the snow turns white?"
"I thought the teahouse had fallen into disrepair and half of the sign had fallen off. It turns out they need to find someone to fix it."
Lin Yuzhi said: "Princess, you may not understand this very well. Only half of the cards are hung before the match, and the other half is left for others to match. This is a customary and elegant thing. It only costs one hundred taels, which is not much."
Wen Yu asked again: "Is this pair difficult?"
Lin Yuzhi turned the teacup in his hand: "It's not difficult."
I understand. It’s not difficult for him, but it’s difficult for those people below.
"Absolutely! Absolutely!"
"The artistic conception is well balanced and rhythmic, and it's good when it's right! It's really good when it's right!"
A scholar recited it unconsciously: "The green mountains were never old, but became white because of the snow; the green waters were never worried, but became wrinkled because of the wind."
"What a great saying! Green waters are worry-free, but the wind wrinkles their faces! That's right! That's right!"
At this time, the shopkeeper's face looked a little strange. He winked at the waiter, and the waiter immediately ran to the back hall.
The scholar gently put down his pen, smiled slightly and said, "Excuse me for showing off my ugliness."
The shopkeeper coughed and said, "If this pair doesn't match, your opinions don't count. Only the opinions of the person who came up with the pair count."
As soon as he finished speaking, the waiter came forward with a man dressed in rich clothes.
"I heard someone matched my pair?"
The scholar groaned and said, "It is me."
The man glanced at what was written on the paper. "Green water is worry-free, but it wrinkles because of the wind. It's not that great. I thought it was so wonderful, but it's just like this."
As he said that, he reached out and picked up the pair, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it on the ground, "My young master, I am not satisfied with your pair. Please go."
The scholars present all looked at each other in bewilderment, thinking that he was trying to shirk his debt.
Someone said indignantly, "Since the couplets have been put up, and this gentleman has matched them, the hundred taels should be presented with both hands. But what you are doing now is really damaging the reputation of the Essay Teahouse."
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