The banquet at Li Shierniang's house is actually a hodgepodge, and everyone has it.

There are the down-and-out commoner Du Fu, the sword saint Pei Min, the palace clerk Yan Zhenqing, and Gu Qing, the young man in the left guard who was confused as a sixth-rank military officer.

From this we can see that Li Shierniang has a broad friendship, and it can be seen that Li Shierniang has a broad mind. She never looks at people with any utilitarian and snobs. Even Du Fu, who is not worth a penny now, is not stingy to praise him, saying that he is a "friend worthy of making". Yan Zhenqing, who is in the palace's position as the censor, can theoretically point to the emperor's nose and curse, is just a friend in Li Shierniang's eyes. This friend is at best beautifully written.

As long as you have a certain prominent advantage in being a person, you can enter Li Shierniang's mansion and be a guest of honor and talk about his arms. The demeanor of a hero can be seen.

Gu Qing felt that such a banquet made him feel relaxed. There was no shackles of his identity here. Beggars and powerful people could sit together. In the eyes of the heroes, they were all the people, and there was no difference.

It was late at night and the wine was in full swing.

In this city that never sleeps, lights are still flashing everywhere, reflecting the bright moon in the sky. The music of silk and bamboo is mixed with the brisk laughter of people, and the hustle and bustle of singing and dancing in the middle of the night is like a dream of life in a glitzy and prosperous era.

Gu Qing is already slightly drunk.

I don’t remember how much wine I drank. He only knew that there was a lot of wine in Li Shierniang’s mansion, from grapes from the Western Regions to Sanleju, as well as local rice wine, fruit wine, and various wine jars were arranged in rows in front of the hall.

The maids in the mansion were busy, cooking and drinking wine for the guests, and Li Shierniang's female disciples danced swords to cheer them up.

Du Fu was already a little confused. He was a little introverted in such an occasion. He sat alone at the table, his mind was bit by bit, and he seemed to be falling apart. Yan Zhenqing forced himself to pull Gu Qing, and his fingers were dipped in wine on the table to gesture for him. How to write this word, how to start the pen, how to close the tip, boy, Twelve Niang said that your handwriting was ugly, could you concentrate?

Gu Qing couldn't concentrate, and he was confused. The main reason was that Pei Min was too terrible. He used a lacquer ear cup that could hold a pound of pounds to drink, and it was dry with a sip. There was no leftover wine in the cup, otherwise he would forcefully pour it into Gu Qing's mouth.

Not only Gu Qing, but almost all the people in the front hall were brought down tonight by Pei Min. The sword saint's alcohol tolerance was unfathomable, but he hit a nail when toasting Li Shierniang. After the word "get out" politely refused, the embarrassing sword saint asked others to vent their anger.

Yan Zhenqing was shaken by Pei Min. She lowered her head like Du Fu for a long time, and Yan Zhenqing suddenly slapped the table and shouted: "How can you not dance without joy? Twelve Niang, I haven't seen you personally dance in person for many years. Can you make an exception for us tonight?"

Pei Min and Du Fu were stunned, and then they clapped their hands and laughed and echoed.

Li Shierniang also drank a lot, sat in the main seat with one hand holding her cheek and the cup in the other, and placed her elbows on her bent knees. Her cool posture was stronger than that of a bearded boy.

Li Shierniang smiled faintly and said, "I haven't danced with swords for many years. If you want to see it, I can let my disciples dance for you."

Yan Zhenqing slapped the table again: "No, I want to see you dance in person. There are many disciples of Gongsun. Only Twelve Niang has learned the essence of Gongsun’s sword dance. How can the peerless dance posture be buried in the years? Twelve Niang, who has been friends for many years, can this request satisfy me?"

Everyone in the hall clamored again, and even Li Shierniang's female disciples squeezed outside the door and stared at her expectantly.

Li Shierniang sighed slowly and said, "The world is only admired by the sword dance. Only the old friends know the meaning of floating in the sword dance. Unfortunately, the old friends withered and the close friend has passed away. Shierniang no longer wants to dance swords for the undocumented person. It's just tonight..."

As he said that, Li Shier Niang suddenly looked at Gu Qing, smiled at him, and burst into tears: "Tonight, it's like an old friend is reborn and meets me under the cherry blossom tree. It's been a long time since I've been away from you, so let's see me dancing for you..."

After saying that, Li Shier Niang suddenly flew up like a strong swallow, flew to the center of the front hall and shouted: "Come on the sword!"

Pei Min immediately drew out his sword and threw it to her: "Use mine."

Li Shierniang didn't look at it, and kicked the sword back with a pointer, saying, "I don't want to use the sword of the unrighteous man, and it's dirty my sword dance."

Pei Min caught the sword, felt sad for a while, and looked sad.

The disciple outside the hall handed over the sword, and Li Shierniang took it, raised her hand and shook it, and a snow-white sword flower flashed by.

Li Shierniang stood with a sword, staring at Gu Qing, and said, "I heard that you are famous in Shuzhou and have written poems for the current imperial concubine. Are you interested in writing a poem for me tonight?"

Gu Qing was already 70% drunk at this moment. He laughed freely and said, "What's wrong? Aunt Li just dances and watches you write poems, haha, wine comes!"

The female disciple hurriedly presented a jar of grape wine. Gu Qing opened the mud seal and raised the path of the wine jar and poured it into his mouth.

Yan Zhenqing also said excitedly at this time: "There are poems and wine, and the sword dance that has been missing for many years. Tonight, it can be a grand event. You can write it as a book to keep it to the future generations. Come with paper and pen!"

Seeing Gu Qing holding the wine jar and raising his head to drink wine, Li Shierniang's eyes appeared with a gentle look, her eyes were as hazy as fog, and then she condensed into tears. It seemed as if she returned to the scene when she was having sex with her old friends, the Gu family was drinking and singing wildly, and she danced a sword for her confidant under the cherry blossom tree.

Outside the hall, Li Shierniang's disciple suddenly started a drum, and the sound of the drum was shattered, like a beautiful lady walking on a lotus step.

After a moment of Qingming, Li Shierniang's eyes turned up, and then the snow-white sword light danced gracefully with her graceful figure.

The sword lights are like dragons swimming in the abyss, and like phoenixes dancing in the sky, and the golden snakes are entangled. The sword body passes, leaving behind gorgeous afterimages to everyone.

When everyone held their breath and admired it, Gu Qing suddenly handed the wine jar to Du Fu next to him, patted Du Fu's shoulder hard, leaving him with a meaningful smile, then stood up and chanted loudly: "Now there is a beautiful woman named Twelve Girls, dancing a sword weapon to move around the world. The viewer is as depressed as the mountains, the heaven and earth are long and low. The inner world is as beautiful as Yi shooting nine sunsets, and as delicate as the emperors flying dragons. Come like thunder and frightening, and stop like the clear light of the river and sea. The red lips and pearl sleeves are lonely, and there are disciples who convey the fragrance in the evening..."

Everyone was originally drunk for Li Shierniang's sword Wu, but after hearing the poems that Gu Qing chanted, everyone was stunned for a moment and looked at Gu Qing, and the admiration in his eyes became deeper. Yan Zhenqing was waiting for Gu Qing's poem. After Gu Qing spoke, Yan Zhenqing looked solemn, and wrote down every line of poem that Gu Qing recited.

The drum sound outside the hall became more and more urgent, and Li Shierniang's sword dance posture became more and more agile. The sound of the sword roaring was chanting Gu Qing's poems, and a roaring echo in the air.

The rhythm of Gu Qing's chanting suddenly paused, and a hint of clarity suddenly flashed through his drunken mind.

The second half of this poem may not be repeated as it is, because this poem should have been published more than ten years later. At that time, it was already after the Anshi Rebellion, and the world had changed. Moreover, the second half of the poem was quite accusing Li Longji. The whole poem was actually mainly about feeling the passing of time, and the worries about the decline of the country's fortunes and the great changes in the world after the war.

The only trace of reason in my mind told Gu Qing that the second half of the poem could not be copied as it was, and something would happen.

So Gu Qing hesitated for a moment, then recited: "...The emperor served eight thousand maids, and Gongsun's sword weapon was the first. Twenty years later, it seemed like a slight palm, and the female musician was still in the cold sun. The banquet was rushing to the end, and the joy and sorrow came to the east. The young man didn't know where he was going, and his feet were called in the barren mountains and turned to his sorrow."

As the words fell, Li Shierniang's sword dance also came to an abrupt end, and the sound of drums outside the hall also stopped suddenly.

There was silence in the front hall.

Gu Qing's heartbeat was a little fast. After deleting the two more taboo sentences in the original poem, the artistic conception of this poem also changed. It still means to be touching the past, but it has diluted the grievances and sighs of the decline of the dynasty and the accusation of Li Longji of being foolish.

However, after deleting two verses that violate taboos, this poem is used in this place and here, but it seems particularly suitable. At this time tonight, Li Shierniang was willing to dance in person, originally to express her gratitude to her old friend. But this year, the prosperity is still there, so there is no need to worry about it.

After the silence, Li Shierniang handed the sword back to the disciple, and suddenly covered her face and started crying.

A certain lyrics of a song, a certain passage of a sad song, or a certain sad sentence of a poem, can instantly hit a person's deepest sadness in his heart.

In this poem just now, two lines in Gu Qing, "Twenty years seem to be turning back, and the female musicians look like a cold sun. The tortoise banquet is over and over, and the joy and sorrow come to the east." This instantly released the pain of longing for many years of lovesickness, as if these two lines of poetry were Gu Qing who saw through her deep memories and told it to the world in a sad tone.

The front hall was still silent, and only Li Shierniang's deep sob could be heard.

After a long time, Yan Zhenqing, who was writing hard, suddenly dropped his pen and said loudly: "The calligraphy is complete! Gu Changshi is talented, this poem can be a masterpiece for the eternal period, good! The sword dance of the Twelve Niangs and Gongsun will surely regain its glory because of the poem!"

Li Shierniang seemed to have not heard of it, and was still covering her face and crying.

Du Fu staggered to Gu Qing with the last trace of Qingming, bowed to him, and said with red eyes: "I am not as talented as Shao Lang. Looking at the sword dance of the Twelve Niangs, I also heard Shao Lang's masterpieces of eternal singing, dance and poems, all passed down for thousands of years. I heard this poem at first, like thunder, and like the rushing rivers and seas, with a majestic momentum, and the only one in the world."

Pei Min didn't say anything, sat in a corner of the hall, lowering his head and closing his eyes, looking mournful, and seemed to recall the years when he drank and sang wildly with Gu Qing's parents.

Gu Qing was also drunk. After reading, he walked to the table alone, picked up the wine jar and poured a few mouthfuls into his mouth. His body swayed and showed a misty smile to everyone. Then he fell heavily and fell to the ground and was completely drunk.

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After the banquet, Yan Zhenqing and others said goodbye. Li Shierniang calmed down and said goodbye to the guests. After saying goodbye to the guests, she asked her disciple to carry Gu Qing to the wing room to sleep. However, she sat alone in the front hall where the song ended, drinking one cup after another, as if she wanted to get herself drunk.

A female disciple came in and told her that Gu Qing had settled down.

Li Shierniang looked at Gu Qing's poem written by Yan Zhenqing in front of her, and her expression gradually faded.

"Write this poem down and spread it all over Chang'an tomorrow. I want all the scholars in Chang'an to know Gu Qing's talent."
Chapter completed!