Taipingchun

"Report! Great news! Mr. Xu of your mansion won the No. 9 of the Zhongxiang Examination. He will be named on the gold list next year. He will be the champion and rank first. He is suitable for high-ranking officials. He can ride a horse at will. The report is not far away and the horse is non-stop. I want you to be happy in your heart and reward more silver! Hang the nave for the old man. May the old man wear a big red robe, swing it, shake it, and walk on the Jinaoyuyu Bridge!"

In the Tianfu Township Examination the following year, with Wang Shouren's father, the examiner Wang Hua's ink pen, 14-year-old Xu Xiu was able to be called a master of Juren. So far the most difficult township examination has been completed, and he also understands that Wang Hua can It is most likely because of the habit of being tossed about by his son, and he can adapt to articles that are a bit strange to his views. This is the truth of Zhongju.

The long years passed like a white horse, in May of the second year, Qian Fu fell into the water and his body deteriorated. At this time, Gu Qing had already recovered, and the official to the Ministry of Rites, Wailang, and Shen Yue also went to Beijing to rush for the exam. At this time, there was no one else beside him to take care of him. Decided to drop this subject.

Xu Xiu smiled and waved: "It's a long way to go to the capital, I hope the three elder brothers take care of you all the way. Xie Yuangong, you must go to high school."

Lu Shen was the first in the Taoist examination that year, and he was also the No. 1 in the rural examination after that. It was not easy to win four yuan in a row.

Tao Ji's masculinity became less and less visible as he got older, and even the male duck's voice improved a lot, and even Xu Xiu's mouth had a little fluff, but he was still smooth and clean. However, his temperament has not changed much, he hooked his neck habitually and said: "I just went to Beijing for a visit, and take a test by the way, don't miss my brother."

Xu Xiu pushed him away and said, "Get out." Looking at Xu Hui, she could only choke silently. This man's face has slowly grown, and the edges and corners have become clearer and more ruthless. He is obviously a handsome boy , The appearance of strangers not to enter is very cold.

Xu Xiu approached and patted him on the shoulder, looked up slightly into his eyes and said, "I'm waiting for brother's good news in Huating."

"Yeah." Xu Hui nodded and didn't say any more.

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"Little Mao is almost unable to walk!" Xiao Yang looked at the little donkey who was out of breath under the weight of a lot of packages, and shouted at Xu Xiu in front of him.

Xu Xiu, who was dressed in white, said vaguely with a candied haw in her mouth, "I'm optimistic about it, it can do it."

"The lives of strangers are miserable!"

When Xiao Yang walked in, Xu Xiu had stopped and looked at the woman in front of her for a long time, because she was singing along the street with a pipa in her hand.

"Let's go, Niu, the parents are in charge of this matter."

Xu Xiu still didn't move. After living in comfort for a long time, the sentimental side of her nature was slowly revealed.

This woman was only about 30 years old, she was dressed in plain clothes, and she couldn't hide her demeanor. She sang about her grievances.

Seeing that the crowd of onlookers gradually increased, she said with red eyes: "Yang Quan from my slave family, from Taicang Prefecture, was arrested just because my elder brother and sister-in-law poisoned my husband, and framed my slave family as adulterer and murdered my husband. Driven out of the house, my slaves lived on the streets hungry and slept in the open, and came to the treasure land of Songjiang Mansion just to ask for some money to eat, I hope you have mercy."

There was a lot of discussion among the people around, and an old pedant leaned on a cane and said, "Young lady, why don't you sue the officials?"

The woman lowered her eyebrows and said: "Just because my elder brother was born as a top three Jinshi, and he was in the same year as Lord Nazhizhou. After my family sued the officials, I was kicked out of Taicang."

"Hey." The old pedant left helplessly, the friendship of the same year, the protection of officials and officials, how could this little lady win the lawsuit.

Xu Xiu took out a bag of copper coins and handed it to her, saying: "When the world is prosperous, there must be a day of revenge, or I will write you a pleading paper."

Yang Quan's eyes lit up slightly, but then dimmed, "I don't know how to speak."

Xu Xiu pointed at herself with her thumb and said, "Sister-in-law, I'll make the first move, and leave the rest to me." Then she asked Xiao Yang to take out a pen and paper and put it on the ground.

"So, Mr. Lao, Mrs. Yang Quan, from Wangjia Village, Haiweizhuang, Zhenyang County, Taicang Prefecture, Suzhou Prefecture..."

Xu Xiu waved her hand and said, "Enough is enough."

Immediately, he wrote: The complainant's widow Yang Quan, 31 years old, is from Wangjia Village, Haiweizhuang, Zhenyang County, Taicang Prefecture, Suzhou Prefecture.Sue her husband Wang Dong and Diao's sister-in-law Wang Tian for killing her husband for seizing the family's property code and selling gobbled up farmland...

Xu Xiu said seriously: "Sister-in-law, listen carefully, you must remember the next words."

"Sir, please speak."

Xu Xiudao: "Brother Wang Dong, murdered my own husband, sister-in-law Diao Tian, ​​and stabbed my three-year-old boy."

"Ah." Yang Quan said hesitantly: "The child of the slave family died young, and was never..."

"If one word enters the public office, a scoundrel cannot make a word. This is just a word of excuse." Xu Xiu said in a low voice.

"This, can this be done?"

"I can't do it."

Continue to write: Looking at the blue sky and wearing a shackle is a crime, and the dead husband rests his eyes under the nine springs, and the woman must tie a grass ring in the next life to repay the blue sky's kindness.

"Take him well, and you won't have to find someone to write a complaint in the future."

"Thank you, young master, please also ask for your name and surname. One day you will be wronged, and you will never forget your benefactor."

"It doesn't matter if you don't mention it, sister-in-law, take care."

……

Turn around the door and go straight to Mr.'s house.

"Sir, how do you feel today?" Xu Xiu looked at Qian Fu who was much older and pinched the quilt for him and asked in a low voice.

"Ahem, the King of Hades won't accept it, and I won't accept it. Your husband is in very good health." Qian Fu, who was lying limp on the bed, laughed.

"Sir..." Xu Xiu couldn't help but feel sore when he saw how strong he was.

"Don't talk too much. You don't take this subject, and your husband agrees very much. After three years of training, you will definitely succeed. Go study."

"can."

"roll."

After closing the door gently, Xiao Yang handed him the letter: "A letter from Mr. Zhu Zhishan and Tang Bohu."

Xu Xiu bumped his head against the pillar and said in pain, "It's hard for me to discuss music again."

Just because I studied in Wuzhong before, I participated in a society at the invitation of Lu Shen’s friend Xu Zhenqing, and the discussion in the society was Sanqu, or Nanqu.

The recovery time of the development of Chinese opera after the interruption of the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties was roughly from the Chenghua year to the Hongzhi year and later, and it did not reach its peak until the appearance of Wei Liangfu's "Qulu" in the Jiajing year. Kunqu opera came into being during this period .

Now that Nanqu is popular, many literati and even Confucianists have written operas. Therefore, Neo Confucianist Qiu Jun was criticized by Wang Shu: "A strong man can't do it."

And this talented Zhu Zhishan is amazing, he goes a step further, often wearing powder and wearing silk to act...

At that literary meeting, Xu Xiu saw that they didn't have a single idea when they talked about opera, so she couldn't help but say something. This is good, I was caught, and the style of study in the Ming Dynasty was free. It doesn't matter if you have an opinion, but you have to Withstanding our doubts, the truth is not discernible, and this is the situation.

It also caused troubles because of this, Zhu Zhishan and Tang Bohu are both masters here, and they have written back and forth many times.

Xu Xiu sat down and saw a letter that quoted scriptures, talked about the past and the present, but couldn't hide his depressed writing style. At this time, Tang Bohu was involved in the fraud case in the examination room and returned to Wuzhong for three years. He was depressed, and Zhu Zhishan was also depressed. In this way, this person failed to pass the exam seven times in history, and often felt sad.

What they wrote in the letter was nothing more than saying: "The gentleman said that the southern and northern songs are inherently deficient, and they must have their own high opinions..."

Xu Xiu wrote: There are only two types of singers, one is cultural music, and the other is music to convey speech. Those who use cultural music are rhythm, what is rhythm, rhythm poems, rhythm words, and songs along the way. Also, the same is true, there is Jiang Baishi of the former Song Dynasty, who wrote [-] articles... Those who use music to pass speeches, there is no rhythm, the northern and southern songs are both... the achievements of the gentlemen are as good as the opposite...

The whole content of Xu Xiu's reply letter is changed to today's words:

Since ancient times, we have had two modes of singing, one is to use characters, and the rhythmic words and poems were first used for singing, or "chanting". "Kunqu Opera is rhythm and melody, and pays attention to rhythm.

This is played by literati, and it is still Kunqu opera without flute accompaniment, and flute accompaniment only came later.

It was after the late Qing Dynasty that Kunqu opera came to the stage to "perform". Cultural music means that every singer has strict regulations to restrict his use of rhymes.

Since ancient times, when "the law that must not be surpassed" appeared in the playthings of literati, there was "self-improvement in the world" to satisfy the arrogant heart of literati and poets.

The latter's "Yiyue Zhuanci" means that music is produced, and then the "Yiyue Zhuanci" that is incorporated into the diction does not pay attention to rhyme. All can be categorized as Yile Chuanci.

And you literati are doing cultural music in this one-acre land where music is used to spread speeches. Isn’t this the opposite?Nanbeiqu is congenitally deficient, no matter what you do it is useless.

Of course, Xu Xiu will not explain the later situation. Due to the emergence of legends, the Northern and Southern Songs, which were popular for 200 years from the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty to the middle of the Ming Dynasty, quickly disappeared in the middle and upper classes. The reason for the earliest appearance of the term "going down the Jiuliu".

The actors who played cultural music in ancient times were all senior members of the Jiaofang Division, so how could they be low-level?