"It's over. The beatings these guys got today must have been in vain!" After hearing the bronze-faced man announcing his home address, the guards couldn't help but grin.
Because His Majesty the Emperor is paranoid about the loyal character of the Hu people, the coaches of several major border towns in the north have more or less foreign ancestry. For example, Gao Xianzhi, the military governor of Anxi, was born in Goguryeo, Ge Shuhan, the military commander of Longyou, was born in Turks, and Fan Yang
An Lushan, the governor of the three towns, was born in Kanghu, thousands of miles away. (Note 1)
Among the three, An Lushan has the most respected status. He is also the governor of Pinglu, Fanyang and Hedong towns. He has a total of nearly 400,000 troops under his command. The soldiers are arrogant and arrogant, and their actions are arrogant. Not only local officials at all levels have been
He was bullied to the point of unspeakable suffering. Even Li Linfu, the prime minister of the dynasty, had to be polite when meeting An Lushan, lest he accidentally offended him and caused trouble for no reason.
Since the bronze-faced man calls himself General Pinglu, he must be a subordinate of An Lushan. Thinking of his surname, the origin of this man can be easily revealed.
No matter how dumbfounded Sun Renyu and the other officers were, Shi Chaoyi, a bronze-faced man, strode over the bodies of the dandies and came to Wang Xun. He cupped his fists in salute and said, "I have admired the name of Brother Mingyun for a long time, and I have always wanted to find an opportunity to meet you."
.I didn’t expect to meet you here today!”
"Long time, long time!" Perhaps because he was drunk, Wang Xun's reaction was obviously half a beat slower. He said polite words, but the expression on his face was extremely far-fetched.
Shi Chaoyi shook his head and smiled, turned around, and shouted at the teahouse where he just jumped down, "Xiaoyan, why don't you get down quickly and introduce me to me. If you don't show up, Brother Mingyun may think I'm fooling him."
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"Here it comes! Here it comes. I'm not as thick-skinned as you, and I won't be afraid of breaking my legs if I jump from the second floor!" The young man who had been fanning the flames with Shi Chaoyi just now trotted out from the bottom of the teahouse, straightened his clothes, and rushed
Wang Xun smiled and held his hands in his hands: "Brother Mingyun, your skills are getting better and better!"
"So it's you!" Wang Xun felt that the other party's voice was familiar before. Now he took a closer look and immediately recognized the square and slightly cynical smile. "Why do you happen to be there every time I encounter trouble?
Are you there?!"
"Brother Wang, what you said is wrong. I must have come to the capital twice in total, and I happened to see Brother Wang show off his power!" Yan Jiming smiled and immediately returned the blow.
In terms of words, Wang Xun knew that he would never be Yan Jiming's rival in this life. He shook his head and turned his attention to Shi Chaoyi, "This brother Shi..."
"He is the son of Pinglu Military Envoy Shi Gong, and he is now serving under Fan Yang Jiedu Envoy with me. The two of us came to the capital this time with orders to escort a group of Khitan prisoners of war!" Yan Jiming put away his smile and responded solemnly.
Turning to Shi Siming, he continued to add, "Brother Shi, this is Wang Mingyun who I have mentioned to you many times. He is the great-grandson of the founding Duke Wang Qiang. He once defeated three assassins with his bare hands!"
"Waiting for you, the hot buns have cooled down in the sun!" Shi Chaoyi obviously didn't read much and always used some dialect and slang when he spoke. However, this habit did not make people feel rustic at all, and paired with his carefree appearance, it made him feel
It made Wang Xun feel friendly.
"I am a civil servant now, so I naturally have to walk slowly and slowly! How dare I compare with you two warriors!" Yan Ji understood him and teased with a smile.
"A civil servant who writes with a knife?" Shi Chaoyi smiled and shrugged, acting like I don't know the details of your kid yet.
"Of course, only certain people are allowed to use a pen as a knife, but Yan is not allowed to use a knife as a pen?"
After saying a few jokes, he immediately drew the distance between the three of them even closer. Shi Chaoyi looked at the bruised and swollen dudes who were being held up by the guards on their shoulders, and then looked at the crowd of people dodging around but refusing to leave, and shrugged.
He shrugged and suggested with a smile: "Since it's rare to meet us, let's find a place to have a drink! Chang'an is a place I'm not familiar with, and I happen to have some anecdotes that I want to ask someone for advice."
Knowing that the second half of the other person's words were completely polite, Wang Xun couldn't refuse. He pondered for a moment, nodded with a smile, "Well, there is a restaurant nearby, and I have some friendship with the boss there. Let him take care of it.
A table full of authentic Chang’an flavor, I guess there’s nothing wrong with it!”
"Is it Linfeng Tower?" Yan Jiming's interest was immediately piqued. "Brother Mingyun, can you ask the shopkeeper to open the private room where we had a gathering that day? Or, the one with Zhang Tanhua's calligraphy treasure. I was thinking about it yesterday.
I took Brother Shi there, but the shopkeeper said that all the rooms were reserved a month ago!"
This question did not trouble Wang Xun. Most of the capital of Linfeng Tower came from his family. The two elegant rooms that were most favored by literati were entirely created by him. At that moment, he nodded in agreement and threw away his mount.
Give it to Wang Xiang, the young boy, and order his head to go ahead and prepare. He walks with Yan Jiming and Shi Chaoyi.
When the shopkeeper of Linfeng Building heard that his boss was going to hold a banquet, how dare he push back? He immediately ordered the clerks to open the private room on the second floor that was not easily accessible to anyone, and put out the wine cup that Li Bai had used that day and the chopsticks that Gao Shi had held.
The low table that Cen Shen had photographed, the deerskin that Cui Hao had sat on, and the delicacies that were popular in Chang'an were brought up one after another.
Yan Jiming came from a scholarly family, and his emphasis was on "never getting tired of fine food, never getting tired of fine food", and he was very appreciative of every dish. Not only could he enjoy it himself, but he could also introduce it to Shi Chaoyi as a half-master.
The stories behind some famous dishes. But Shi Chaoyi, a bronze-faced man, obviously couldn't accept this kind of overly refined food. After each dish was delivered to him, he just lazily picked up a few chopsticks and started drinking heavily.
Seeing that the other person's pupils were gray and yellow, Wang Xun guessed that this person must be a Chinese version of Hu'er. He clapped his hands and called the waiter with a smile, "I've been hungry for almost half a day today. How long will it take for me to be full after eating this way? Hurry up.
Let the kitchen roast a doe. It doesn’t have to be too roasted, just 30% to 40% heat!”
When Shi Chaoyi heard this, his eyes immediately lit up. When a few guys carried a half-cooked doe on a copper plate, he moved his index fingers. He immediately raised the wine cup and said with a smile, "Thank you, brother Mingyun, for doing this to me."
You guys should take more care of it. You don’t need to bother the guys about cutting up the deer. The three of us brothers will gather around and do it ourselves, eating and chatting at the same time. Wouldn’t it be even more enjoyable!”
"As it should be!" Wang Xun nodded and stood up with a smile.
"Burn the harp and cook the crane!" Yan Ji took a look at Shi Chaoyi and protested in a low voice. However, he could not resist the other two with his own strength, so he had to pick up the wine cup and slowly walked over.
There were originally many Turkic nobles who surrendered in Chang'an City. Therefore, the cooks roasted the deer in an extremely authentic way. The surface was golden and oily, but when the knife was cut, fresh blood could be brought out close to the bones. Shi Chaoyi's age
He looked to be a few years older than the other two, so he became the knife holder of course. He first cut the meat from the forehead of the deer's head, put it on a plate and presented it to the owner Wang Xun. Then he cut the most tender meat from the deer's back.
He cut a strip of meat and presented it to Yan Jiming with a smile.
This was standard Hu etiquette, and both Wang Xun and Yan Jiming were a little uncomfortable with it. But at the same time, because of Shi Chaoyi's generous and generous character, they smiled and took the plate with both hands. Seeing the old and new friends taking care of themselves like this, Shi Chaoyi became more and more happy. He held up his wine cup and sang loudly, "The descendants of the wolf are accompanied by the eagle. The fields are endless and the mountains are continuous. The sky is high, and the eagles soar above. The mountains stand a thousand feet tall, and the wolves howl at the top. White clouds The eagle's eyes cannot be covered, and the green hills cannot block the wolf's sight..."
The melody is a long Turkic tune, but the lyrics are translated into Chinese characters. There is nothing to be desired in terms of rhyme and artistic conception. But it sounds uniquely desolate, and there is a hint of unconvincing sadness. Proud. This was the first time for Wang Xun to hear such an original toast song, and he drank all the wine in the glass without realizing it. Seeing that Shi Chaoyi had not stopped yet, he quickly ordered the waiter to fill it up for him. I took a cup, holding it in my hand and taking a big sip.
After drinking three glasses of wine in succession, Shi Chaoyi finally finished singing a toast song. Like Wang Xun drinking happily, he raised two glasses to accompany him. Then he used a knife to cut a piece of venison with blood. While eating, he said: "It's great, today is really great. I didn't expect to meet such a generous person like Mingyun when I came to Chang'an. Even if I can't get any reward for Uncle An this time, it's not a worthwhile trip!"
"It's more than a worthwhile trip!" Yan Jiming laughed and joked, not wanting to hear the arrogance of his good friend who had known each other for many years, "You sit where Li Bai wrote his poems and sing a song. In the future, anyone who comes to Linfeng Tower to drink will mention Li Bai's poems. I will definitely mention your song too. It really complements the stars and the moon, complementing each other!"
"Xiao Yanxiu wants to make fun of me!" Shi Chaoyi, who had become more familiar with Yan Jiming, protested by calling the other person's last name, "I'm just a rough guy, how can I be compared with an immortal? I just felt that I fell in love with Mingyun at first sight, so It's just a song to cheer up. After we leave later, the shopkeeper will probably order someone to wash the floor five times before he feels that the tackiness in this room has been cleaned away!"
"That's not the case!" Wang Xun admired Shi Chaoyi's frankness and shook his head with a smile. "Looking at the origin of the poem, I think it was sung by the ancients on a whim. It just needs to be sung happily, express what you feel, and express your heart directly. It may not be It doesn’t have to rhyme, and it doesn’t have to be every word. Brother Shi’s song just now is exactly in line with this."
"Speak out of your feelings and speak your mind! This is a good saying. I like it!" Shi Chaoyi was not polite and immediately accepted Wang Xun's compliment in full.
"Bah!" Yan Jiming was so angry that he almost sprayed all the wine on his clothes. He wanted to refute, but suddenly found that Wang Xun's words were impossible to refute. Among the "Four Poems", there are indeed many classics that express his heart. For example, "Shangxie, I want to know you. There are no mountains, no mausoleums, no rivers, no thunder in winter, rain and snow in summer, heaven and earth are harmonious, so I dare to break up with you!" This type of oath is clearly a poisonous oath sworn by a woman, and the vulgarity is not included. It’s not much stronger than the long tune Shi Chaoyi sang just now. (Note 2)
Note 1: An Lushan’s father was a Hu merchant from the Western Regions of unknown origin, and his mother was a Turkic witch. His real name was Yaluoshan, which has the same pronunciation as Alexander.
Note 2: Four poems. The four styles of "The Book of Songs": "Wind", "Daya", "Xiaoya", and "Song".
