Gardens can be said to be the cultural treasures of our ancestors, in which we can not only see our cultural connotation, but also our Chinese romance, our understanding of beauty, and our appreciation of art.
There were not many gardens built by Dayan. During the Yuanwu period, Dayan made Jinling its capital. Jinling was a gathering place for the world's culture. It was also surrounded by the Qinhuai River. The scenery of cow heads perched on the clouds was wonderful. The ancient temples were quiet and there were countless beautiful scenery. It was a pity that Taizu
There was no intention of using it, so only Mochou Lake was a forbidden area for the royal family, and Xuanwu Lake was used as the Imperial Register Storehouse and was later expanded into Xiyuan.
During the Hongzhi Dynasty, the capital was moved to the Shenjing City. The Shenjing City was majestic and heavy, but it was a different scene. However, Hongzhi was still too martial and could not enjoy it. Therefore, the Shenjing City only had a few royal gardens, which were connected to the Longevity Mountain Taiye Pond and expanded to the south.
There are Beiyuan, Dongyuan, Xiyuan, North Orchard, South Garden, Yuxi Palace, and the hunting grounds, Shanglinyuan and Juyan Terrace in the suburbs.
During the Yongxi period, Emperor Yongxi was a diligent and frugal emperor. He was so diligent and frugal that he wished he had patches on his dragon robes. Naturally, he would not build any gardens, so there were still these gardens. Emperor Yongxi was busy with government affairs and would not visit these gardens when he was free.
, there are inner gardens in the imperial city, so royal family members such as the queen and concubines do not often come to these gardens, so only some Tian family children come and go in these gardens every day, but at least they are not abandoned.
It was the same today. The royal children who were idle in the capital now didn't need to go to school anymore, so they all came to the South Garden to play. When they got up, they held a banquet, and a group of dragons, dragons, grandsons, princesses and princesses
They laughed and drank and had fun in the garden.
"Second Brother Jing! Second Brother Jing!"
"Xiao Qi, what are you doing in such a hurry?"
"Oops! Fifth brother, please take care of yourself! Have you seen Jia Jing?"
"Jing Er? I just saw that Tan'er and the others went to Qinxinting, maybe he is there? I said, do you really think of him as your second brother? You won't be able to leave him for a while?"
"Oops! Something happened!"
A half-year-old boy was hurriedly walking through the crowd. Those who knew him couldn't help scolding him, but the boy didn't care. He was the youngest son of Emperor Yongxi, and he had so many "good big brothers" on his head.
Reprimands are commonplace, but there is one person who never reprimands him, and he also loves to find him naughty: "Second brother Jing! Jing... Jia Jing!"
Although King Li Ming of Yue is still naughty now, he is no longer as violent and violent as he was when he was a child. He patrolled around and finally saw the man half hanging on the railing in a pavilion, wobbling and just one step away from "
"Fell into the water and died", the noble ladies of the Heavenly Family around him were all laughing and pointing at him, and while teasing each other, they glanced at him with the slightest hint of movement in their eyes.
Li Ming quickly rushed over and grabbed him by the collar and "tugged" him back. When he turned over, he was actually a young man. He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was tall and had a pair of phoenix eyes that narrowed slightly drunkenly.
His face, which was already slender, is now narrowed into a slit. His thin lips are as tight as a knife, his temples are like a knife cut, and his eyebrows are like a sharp sword. He is such a heroic and extraordinary son! No one among the nobles of the Tian family in the room can compare with him.
Worthy of him!
He turned around dissatisfied and said: "Who is it!" When he saw it was Li Ming, he smiled foolishly and said: "Brother Ming... Why don't you come here to tease me if you don't go and enjoy yourself?" Li Ming
Ming said silently: "How did you become such a virtuous person after drinking again?" The young man was wearing a pure white Taoist robe, which was already dripping with some wine stains. It was loose and fit perfectly with his loose Taoist bun.
It doesn't look decadent, but adds a bit of chicness and wantonness.
He rolled up the wide sleeves of his robe with one hand and said sternly: "The wine has its own true meaning. In my drunken dream, I have already met the Supreme Master and learned his true way. Soon I will be able to enlighten the way and transcend the ordinary world."
, become an immortal, and go away!" The women behind him burst into laughter again. Li Ming was impatient with his nonsense and pulled him forward: "Stop talking nonsense! Come with me quickly! Hurry!"
The young man frowned slightly and pushed Li Ming out with just a pull and a push. He waved his sleeves and brushed his face with displeasure and said, "Xiao Qi, please stop bothering me! I don't want to accompany you now... now...
...Naughty..." Li Ming was speechless for a moment and said anxiously: "Who wants you to accompany me to be naughty? It's my sister Yangcheng! It's bad, it's bad! Hurry up! Leave quickly, it's bad! Jia Jing! You will regret it, you are finished.
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That young man was none other than Jia Jing. Five or six years later, Jia Jing became more and more like a down-and-out celestial being. Almost no one in the entire Shenjing City knew that the Jia family was so handsome that even ordinary girls' families couldn't compare to it.
Xunxian asked, on weekdays, when we invite friends to have a banquet and poetry party, we usually have to get drunk. Although there is elegance, it is inevitable that there will be some drunkenness.
But there is one thing about Jia Jing that is quite commendable, and that is that he is a talented poet. In just a few years, he has already established himself as a child prodigy.
It means that paper in Luoyang is expensive, and it can be said that the people of Shenjing City can sing Jia Jing's poems wherever there is well water.
Jia Jing doesn't care about this. He himself needs momentum. The momentum created by the storytellers under him is far from enough. He also has to come up with things and show his skills. Just in time! He now has nearly five thousand years of experience in his heart.
The cultural treasures left by the sages and their poems will make even Jia Jing in her previous life feel like "singing for a long time while crying" and lamenting the works of ghosts and gods, not to mention the ancient times that paid more attention to poetry?
Therefore, a few poems about seeking immortals and asking questions instantly boosted his momentum. Who dares to say that I, Jia Jing, am not a famous scholar? Who among the scholars does not regard my Jia Jing's handwritten poems as a treasure? This,
It’s influence, it’s momentum!
As for plagiarism... Haha, Jia Jing is not thick-skinned, but what happened to me copying my ancestor's poems? You have the ability to find the original author! If you can find it, I will count you as a critic... Jia Jing is not
With a pedantic temperament, he will not sacrifice the near and far for the sake of building momentum, just because of the word "plagiarism".
But this also has a disadvantage, that is, whenever someone invites him to a banquet, he must write a poem. If he does not write, he will not be given face. Jia Jing has long been used to it, so he either gets drunk and acts like a madman, or writes
A few poems that satirized and despised the powerful princes. From then on, there were fewer people who forced him to write poems...
However, there are exceptions. For example, Li Ming stood aside with some sympathy and looked at the little eunuch who smiled apologetically at Jia Jing and said: "Mr. Jia, our princess, wants me to ask you for poems." Jia Jing clucked her mouth with her hands.
The little eunuch wrapped his arms and fell asleep against the pillar, ignoring him. The little eunuch's face was a little stiff, but when he thought of the princess's temper, he couldn't help but tremble all over. Then he went up and called softly: "Master Jia, Master Jia? Master Jia..."
Jia Jing opened her eyes impatiently: "What are you doing! Who are you?" The little eunuch was frightened and was speechless for a moment, and then said: "We, the princess, want to ask you for a poem." Jia Jing smiled stupidly and said: "Only
A few pennies, you ask for it, he asks for it too...who should I give it to?"
The little eunuch was stunned, "What money? I'm here to ask for a poem." Li Ming heard Jia Jing say this couplet, so he knew what Jia Jing meant, so he knelt down and said softly: "Sister Yangcheng is different from ordinary princesses. ...I advise you to avoid provoking her less and just send out a song. You..." As she said this, her face froze as she looked at Jia Jing's evil smile. Jia Jing smiled and said to the little eunuch: "You really want me to sing?"
The little eunuch said: "The princess is waiting." Li Ming turned around and glared at the little eunuch: "Shut up!" Then he turned to Jia Jing and said without tears: "Second brother, second master, I call you your master. No! You must keep your word. My Yangcheng sister is really different from other sisters. You...if you provoke him, you will suffer! Don't talk about you then, even I will suffer... "
Before he finished speaking, he saw Jia Jingteng standing up and staggering towards the outside of the pavilion. Li Ming was startled and quickly stood up and looked at the little eunuch standing there blankly. He was furious. Come on, kick the little eunuch on the butt: "Look what you are doing! Why don't you hurry up and help me!"
The little eunuch hurriedly stepped forward to help Jia Jing, but Jia Jing waved her hands and broke away. She walked quickly, but her steps were actually extremely unstable. She swayed left and right and took the food from the tray held by the passing palace maid. Taking the wine pot away, he staggered and flicked the plates on a large dining table to the ground. Everyone heard these sounds and turned their heads to look. As soon as they saw that it was Jia Jing, they all understood in their hearts, and then they were looking forward to it and appreciating it. Some looked at Jia Jing's "performance" with disgust.
Behind Jia Jing, the group of noble ladies saw the excitement and chased each other and ran after each other. A girl ran to a young man: "Fifth brother, what's wrong with him?" The young man laughed and said: " I'm afraid I'm going to curse again." The girl blinked her big eyes and said, "Scolding?" The young man put his finger to his mouth and shushed, and the girls all hid.
Jia Jing took a drink from the wine bottle and looked at the little eunuch with drunken eyes and said: "Grind the ink!" The little eunuch hurriedly responded and went up to lay out the pen and ink. Jia Jing rubbed his forehead and pondered for a moment. Everyone in the garden was stunned. She looked at him silently, then fell to the ground and smelled the needle.
After an unknown amount of time, Jia Jing breathed a long sigh of relief, and at the same time sighed like a clear chant: "Sleepwalking Tianmu chants to leave..." Li Ming looked a little weird, did this guy really dream of going to the fairy mountain just now? Don't Have you become stupid after drinking? The onlookers were also a little strange. They had read a lot of travel poems about scenery, and they had also written a lot. Sleepwalking... this was the first time they had heard of it.
Jia Jing closed her eyes and seemed to have really fallen into a fairyland. She said softly: "Haike talks about Yingzhou, and it is hard to find letters in the misty waves. The more people talk about Tianmu, the clouds are bright and extinguished or can be seen. Tianmu stretches towards the sky, and the momentum is horizontal. The Five Mountains are pulled up to cover Chicheng. The rooftop is 48,000 feet high, and it is tilted to the southeast." As soon as these lines of the poem came out, the garden fell into complete silence. With these few words, they knew that this was definitely an eternal masterpiece! They only felt an electric current rushing through their bodies, and even their hair roots stood up!
Li Ming also looked at Jia Jing blankly, asking you to write, how could you directly criticize a song like this? At this time, Li Ming was already a little jealous, because he also read books, and he knew what kind of song it was. Of course, he knew that this was a poem that would be famous throughout the ages! Then anyone who was related to this poem would definitely be famous throughout the ages! Although he was a noble prince, he has not been famous since ancient times. Do you know how many princes there are, which one is remembered by people? But at this moment, he just missed this opportunity! As long as someone says that the first person mentioned in this poem is Jia Jing, the second person is his Yangcheng sister , and he has nothing to do with it at all...
Li Ming was extremely jealous and could only comfort himself by asking Jia Jing to write another poem for him alone! However, after less than one stick of incense, Li Ming was extremely happy that this poem had nothing to do with him...
"I want to dream of Wu and Yue, and fly to the mirror lake and the moon all night. The lake moon shines on my shadow and sends me to the Yan River. The place where Xie Gong stayed is still there today, and the Lu River is rippling with the cries of the apes. I wear Xie Gong's sandals and my body is green. Cloud ladder. The sun is visible from half of the wall, and roosters are heard in the air. Thousands of rocks are twisting and turning, and the path is uncertain. The lost flowers leaning on the rocks are suddenly dim. Bears roar and dragons sing in Yinyan Spring, and the chestnut trees are deep and startling. The clouds are green and it is like rain, and the water is sluggish. There is smoke. There are thunderbolts in the rows, and the hills and mountains collapse. The stone door of the cave suddenly opens. The blue sky is vast and bottomless, the sun and the moon shine on the gold and silver platform. Ni is the clothes, the wind is the horse, and the kings of the clouds come one after another. Come and get off. The tigers and drums are playing, and the luanans are returning to the car. The immortals are standing in rows like hemp."
Jia Jing shouted excitedly, as if the corners of his eyes were wet. Everyone seemed to follow Jia Jing to the Tianmu Mountain he said he dreamed about. When he opened his eyes, he could clearly see everything he said. What a fairyland shrouded in clouds and mist! It’s not an exaggeration to say it’s heaven! And they seemed to have become immortals traveling in it.
Jia Jing put away his excited tone and slowly closed his eyes, leaving behind a stream of tears, he murmured softly: "Suddenly, my soul palpitated with fear, and I suddenly woke up and let out a long sigh. I just felt that I was sleeping on the pillow of time, and I lost all the memories I had always had." Smoke and haze. The same is true for pleasure in the world. From ancient times, everything flows in the east." Everyone also became depressed. Everyone could feel Jia Jing's loss. They were also empathized with each other and felt like crying without tears. I can't help but feel sour and sour in my heart.
But what Jia Jing said immediately made their scalps tingle and their bodies get goosebumps. Jia Jing flicked the pen behind her, lowered her head to the table, closed her eyes and said, "When will you leave me? Let's put Bai Luqing there." Between the cliffs, I have to ride to visit famous mountains as soon as possible. An Neng can crush his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy!"
Jia Jing yawned: "Go, I... am going to sleep..."
Go to hell...
The little eunuch was obviously literate. He was so frightened that he almost peed. My dear, this man really dares to say anything! How dare he go? If he really changed this sentence "An Neng can bend his eyebrows to serve the powerful, so that I can't help but look happy!" Take it to Princess Yangcheng to see, and he will really "break down"!
And... look up, who here is not a powerful person? Every one of them is the powerful person cursed in this poem! The little eunuch bravely raised his head and looked at the princes and princesses, and saw that they were all there. He looked at Jia Jing who was lying there drunk with great emotion.