Chapter 154 Qingyue Poetry Society (III)

After coming out of the plum forest, it was almost dusk. Li Qing'an went around elsewhere, and then he found out where the poets gathered and walked with interest.

The Wei Mansion covers a huge area. Except for the inner house, no men are allowed to enter, all visitors today can enter at will. Bypassing a small path, Li Qing'an came to a big white house. This is the Welcoming Hotel of the Wei family, which is where the guests are welcomed.

Just as Li Qing'an was about to enter the house, suddenly someone called him behind him, "General Li."

The voice was low and very familiar. When Li Qingan turned around, it was Li Bai a few steps behind him.

Compared to when he first met in Yangzhou, Li Bai looked very thin, with a lot of white hair and was not very energetic, giving people the feeling that he had just recovered from a serious illness. He was wearing a white-washed blue robe, and cracks were faintly seen on his deerskin boots.

It was obvious that he was not doing well, Li Qingan quickly bowed and smiled, "Brother Taibai, where did you go after leaving Yangzhou?"

Li Bai walked up and smiled and said, "I went to Kuaiji to pay my respects to He Zhizhang, then turned the canal, took a boat north, and visited an old friend to Chenliu, where he married the new wife Zong. This time he was invited by Gao Shi to come to Beijing to meet a few friends."

"It turns out that Brother Taibai has started a family again. Unfortunately, I will definitely add a gift to Brother Taibai to celebrate his new anniversary."

"Haha! General Li is polite. I want to congratulate you only when I heard that General Li is promoted."

Li Qing'an smiled and said, "I'm going to Beiting, how about it? Brother Taibai is willing to go to Beiting with me to do something again?"

But Li Bai shook his head. Since he had already resigned from Yangzhou, how could he be reborn again? If it spread, wouldn't it make people despise him?

"I have taken General Li's kindness, but since I have married a bride, I can no longer wander around the world like before. After the fifteenth, I will return to Chenliu and calm down for a while. I am really tired over the years."

Speaking of this, Li Bai smiled and said, "I will definitely go to Beiting if I have the chance in the future, write a few frontier poems, squeeze into the frontier poem school, and suppress Shao Bo's limelight."

"Who wants to suppress my limelight?"

I saw seven or eight people walking out of the room, and Wang Changling was talking. He had received Cen Shen's hint, and was in a much better mood. He was particularly polite to Li Qing'an. He bowed to Li Qing'an, but he gently punched Li Bai in the chest and smiled: "You drunkard, you are talking bad things about me again from behind."

At this time, the master Wei Cang walked up and bowed to Li Qing'an and said, "Envoy Li came to the humble house and was not fully entertained. I hope to forgive my sins!"

"Where! Where! I've met Brother Ling just now."

Wei Cang smiled and introduced his poetic friend to Li Qing'an, "This is Qi Wuqian, Qianzhou, a landscape poet; this is Li Qi, Bashu, and is also good at frontier poetry; this is Chu Guangxi, Yanzhou, a pastoral poet; I won't introduce Cen Shen."

Everyone hurriedly saluted Li Qing'an. Although Li Qing'an was young, he was already a prince. These poets were also officials of the court. For example, Qi Wuqian and Li Qi were looking for jobs in Chang'an at this time, so they were particularly polite.

Another man in his thirties, Li Qingan, had seen him in Geshuhan's tent. He was Geshuhan's aide, but he didn't know what his name was.

The man stepped forward and bowed and smiled, "General Li, we have seen Gao Shi in Xiazhou. Do you still have any impression of it?"

"Remember! Remember! When Geshu commander assigned military orders, Mr. Gao recorded it aside."

Li Qingan smiled and replied, it turned out that he was Gao Shi.

"Okay!" Wei Cang waved his hand and smiled, "It's time to eat now, everyone, let me go!"

"Okay! Drink the Wei Mansion's wine clean today and stay drunk!"

Everyone laughed and walked towards the lobby together.

Although today is the birthday of the three-niang of the Wei family, it was just to cure the old lady's illness. The Wei family did not really take her birthday seriously and did not hold a banquet for her alone. Today, the guests were in a big banquet, and three groups of guests sat together, with more than 300 people gathering together, which was particularly lively.

Whether it was the guests of the Wei family Sanniang or the members of the Qingyue Poetry Society, most of them were young men and women. Everyone had unrestrained personalities and their seats were as they pleased, not bound by etiquette. Many men and women sat at the same table. Especially when these great poets came in, it immediately caused a sensation. Many young women rushed up and rushed to sit at the same table with them.

Li Qing'an walked at the end and walked to the lobby. His eyes turned around and saw Dugu Mingyue and several female companions walking towards him, but he did not see Mingzhu.

He stopped and waited for Mingyue to come forward with a smile. Dugu Mingyue also saw him. After hesitating, she had recovered from the sadness of the afternoon, with a faint smile on her face and a quiet look as quiet as water.

"General Li, why don't you go in?" Mingyue asked very politely.

Li Qingan whispered: "Will we sit together later, okay?"

"No!" Dugu Mingyue smiled faintly and said, "I will sit with Cui Yiyun later. General Li will invite someone else!"

Li Qingan was stunned for a moment. Dugu Mingyue's tone was so cold. He completely changed his body from the same person as before. He immediately put away his smile and bowed, "Then I'll disturb Miss Mingyue."

"Bright moon!"

Suddenly someone called her loudly, his voice was very anxious. Li Qing'an glanced at him and it was Li Chu, the King of Guangping. He couldn't help but laugh at himself. It seemed that he was self-indulgent.

"General Li, then I'll go in first."

Mingyue said nothing more, lowered her head and walked into the lobby quickly. Li Qing'an's mood suddenly became depressed. He shook his head and walked into the lobby. The lobby was particularly lively and laughter was loud. Every poet was surrounded by a large group of admirers.

Li Qing'an found an empty seat in the front row to sit down. This was a seat for two people. There was no one next to it. There were fruits transported from the south and wine jugs filled with wine. He poured himself a glass of wine, which was a bright red wine, with a mellow and clear color, and it was the best wine. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip, looking for Dugu Mingyue.

Soon he found it. Gu Du Mingyue and Cui Yiyun were sitting together, and they were also in the front row. On the table to her left were King Guangping Li Chu and his sister Li Siqi. A young man whom he didn't know was squatting beside her. He was particularly enthusiastic about Dugu Mingyue. He had very white skin and looked very gentle. When he talked to Dugu Mingyue, his eyes were extremely enthusiastic.

Li Qing'an's eyes slowly narrowed. He knew who this person was. Mingzhu told him that last year's Tanhua Lang Zhao Mingxu was pursuing her sister and joined the poetry club for this reason. It was probably this one.

Looking at Dugu Mingyue again, her smile was gentle and bright, she talked and laughed with these people, and was very different from her cold attitude towards her just now. Li Qingan couldn't help but snorted heavily.

"General Li, can I sit next to you?" A charming voice came from beside him.

Li Qingan turned around and saw a young lady standing beside him. She was not tall and thin. She had a pointed chin, a small nose and small eyes, thin lips, and a plain appearance. She only had white skin and looked quite pleasing to the eyes. Seeing that she looked at her expectantly, Li Qingan nodded, waved her hands generously and smiled: "Please sit down, girl!"

"Thank you General Li!"

The little girl sat down, picked up the wine pot and smiled, "General Li, I'll fill you with the bar!"

"Thank you!" Li Qing'an quickly handed the wine glass, "Thank you, girl, I haven't asked about the girl's name yet!"

The little girl gave him a glass of wine, looked at him affectionately, and whispered shyly: "My name is Cui, and my name is Cui Ningbi."

The wine glass placed beside Li Qing's lips was fixed.

At this moment, Mingzhu and Cui Liuliu ran in from outside with a smile. Mingzhu saw Cui Ningbi beside Li Qingan at a glance. The smile on her face disappeared immediately, and suddenly she turned around and left with anger.

Dugu Mingyue answered some questions about Zhao Xuming about the poetry club in a very polite manner. Zhao Xuming was from a Tanhualang last year. He was born in a noble family and had outstanding literary talent. He was once attracted by her grandfather and intended to call him as his grandson-in-law. However, Dugu Mingyue did not like him at all. It was not because he was weak, but because he had a hypocrisy in his bones. He kept saying that he never relied on the powerful and despised those in power. But the day before he came, he devoted himself to the disciple of Zhang Yun, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, and claimed that his bones were so soft that it was disgusting.

It was precisely this matter that his grandfather no longer forced her. Unexpectedly, Zhao Xuming refused to give up and always tried every possible way to find excuses to come to her. Seeing that she ignored her, he ran to join the Qingyue Poetry Club. Today he came to pester him again, which really annoyed her, but at this moment, she had no intention of listening to what Zhao Mingxu said.

She saw Cui Ningbi pouring wine for Li Qing'an affectionately. In fact, the corner of her eyes fell on Li Qing'an, and when she saw Cui Ningbi sitting next to Li Qing'an, her heart was raised.

Unexpectedly, Li Qing'an waved his hand and asked her to sit down, which made Dugu Mingyue extremely disappointed. Cui Ningbi poured him wine affectionately, but he accepted it happily. Dugu Mingyue couldn't help but feel sad.

Not only her, but Li Chu, who was sitting next to Mingyue, was also extremely dissatisfied. If it weren't for the hindrance of his identity, he would have slapped the table and scolded Zhao Mingxu.

At this time, Zhao Mingxu suddenly smiled at Cui Yiyun and said, "Miss Cui, can we change our seats?"

He pointed behind him, "I'll sit behind you."

Someone was willing to block Li Chu's enthusiasm for Dugu Mingyue, so Cui Yiyun was naturally willing to do so. She stood up and smiled slightly and said, "Okay! Mr. Zhao, please sit down."

Dugu Mingyue was very anxious. She hurriedly wanted to hold Cui Yiyun. Unexpectedly, Cui Yiyun was prepared and went back slightly. Zhao Mingxu was overjoyed and sat down cross-leggedly, laughing in a low voice: "Mingyue, I have been waiting for this day for a long time."

He was very sure that he would recite a few more good poems tonight, so why worry about the beauty's heart not being able to get it?

Zhao Mingxu actually sat in the same table with Gu Du Mingzhu, which made Li Qingan here furious. He ate the wine glass hard.

Cui Ningbi was startled. At this moment, Mingzhu quietly walked in, with a prank smile on her face, and one hand was behind her back. She walked past Cui Ningbi, shook her hand and threw two things on Cui Ningbi's head. Suddenly she screamed, "Ningbi, why are there insects on your head?"

Cui Ningbi looked up in shock and saw a little black thing swaying in front of her eyes. It seemed to be a worm covered with sharp thorns. It fell on her arm with a "slap!", soft and cold. This was the thing she feared the most in her life.

Cui Ning was so scared that he screamed loudly. All eyes in the lobby were cast at her. Cui Ningbi's legs became weak and she fainted. The lobby was in chaos. Several maids of the Wei family who were serving guests rushed forward and helped her up. Mingzhu Ling said: "Miss Cui may be sick. Why don't you help her to rest quickly!"

The maids of the Wei family hurriedly helped her out. When Mingzhu saw her leaving, she sat down angrily and muttered, "I'm just one step late, and dare to steal my seat!"

Li Qingan smiled and said, "What exactly is it?"

"Caterworm! I don't know where she stuck it?"

Mingzhu was naughty and Li Qing'an blinked and gently pinched the black caterpillar with his fingers. It turned out to be a small dough.

"You little guy, you are full of bad intentions." Li Qingan said with a smile.

"I don't have bad intentions, she is shameless." Mingzhu quietly pointed to her sister and whispered: "Brother Li, you must take it to heart. My sister hates this person the most. She must be in a bad mood now, and she is not good enough to change positions casually."

"No, I won't take this kind of thing to heart."

Although he said this, Li Qing'an was extremely depressed. The key was that Mingyue didn't take him to heart and was so cold and indifferent. Seeing that Li Bai and others had changed into big glasses, he waved his hand to the maid and said, "Give me a wine bottle!"

A maid brought him a wine bottle. He filled it and poured out a pot of wine. He drank the pot heavily, "There is too little wine, change me to a big pot!"

After saying that, he drank a full bottle of wine, narrowed his eyes, turned around and laughed at Li Bai, "Brother Taibai, would you like to have a fight with me?"

"General Li's passion, I will accompany you!"

"Everyone, listen to me!" Wei Cang picked up the wine glass and smiled, and the lobby suddenly became quiet.

"How can you enjoy yourself if you have wine but no poetry? I think most of you here are people from the poetry club. Why don't we ask a few great poets to improvise a poem? What do you think?"

Everyone applauded and applauded. Several poets quickly pushed it away, saying that they were not prepared. Li Chu stood up, held a hairpin with his palm and smiled: "Since everyone is polite, it is better for us to play the drum to pass on the flowers. Who will write the poem in the hands of the poet? What do you think?"

"Good solution!" Everyone shouted, and when several poets saw that it was Emperor Changsun who spoke, they had to agree.

Li Chu took a small drum from the door, beat it twice and said with a smile: "Let me beat the drum!"

The drum sounded "dong!dong!" and it was getting faster and faster. The hairpin was quickly transmitted on the tables of several poets. The drum sound suddenly stopped, and the hairpin was actually on Wang Changling's table.

"Okay! Then I'll write a poem."

Wang Changling stood up without any hesitation and said loudly: "The Battle of Shibao City at the end of last year made me excited and made me think a lot. Today, General Li is fortunate to be here, so I will write a poem about the Battle of Shibao City to dedicate it to all the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty who participated in the war."

He pondered for a moment and chanted slowly: "The long clouds in Qinghai are dark in the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass from afar. The yellow sand is wearing golden armor for hundreds of battles, and will never return until it is destroyed."

Everyone applauded, and applause resounded throughout the lobby. Li Chu raised his thumbs up and said, "Qinghai, the lonely city, this poem can be called a classic work of the Battle of Shibao City, and will be passed down to Chang'an tomorrow."

At this time, Li Bai stood up and smiled and said, "I also wrote a poem a few days ago, which is also about the Stone Castle City. Why not I offer it to everyone."

The great poet Li Bai wanted to present a poem, but the lobby suddenly became silent, and countless eyes were looking at him with anticipation.
To be continued...