Although the world praises Li Shan's poetry for his talent in Chang'an, the few poems Li Shan left in Pingkangfang more than a month ago can only be said to be ordinary. The poem about lotuses in the Furong Garden Pavilion a few days ago is a bit exquisite.
, but it’s mediocre compared to its predecessors.
Therefore, in the small downstairs in the backyard of Cui Mansion, countless people, men and women, old, middle-aged and young, are waiting eagerly. Someone has already released the news. Li Huairen has been thinking about this makeup-inducing poem for more than half a year.
Cui Xin straightened his face and smoothed his beard as he looked at Li Shan, who was wearing new clothes. He didn't like it a long time ago, and it became more and more unpleasant after that, but today it is even more unpleasant... and the most unpleasant thing is seeing
Just when those shields were ready.
Fan is the wife of Li Jia, the eldest son of Master Li Ke, and Cui is the wife of Li Dahui, the second son of Li Ke. The Li family is related by marriage to the Cui family and is friendly to Li Shan.
The two daughters-in-law stood at the door of the small building. Cui was born in the Cui family of Boling. She was young and said crisply: "I have long heard that His Highness the King of Wei is good at poetry and is praised by the world. But today, when it comes to poetry, only Qinghe County
The public party is qualified to judge the merits!”
Cui Xin's face softened and he cast an appreciative look at Mr. Cui. He was so right... I just said this poem is not good. What can you do?!
I’m not good at writing poetry, but I still have the ability to find faults!
Mrs. Zhang in the back muttered something angrily, the female family members laughed endlessly, and Mr. Sun couldn't laugh or cry either.
"At least four." Zhang Wenguan muttered in the crowd.
"Why four?"
"Hey, brother Siyi is here too!" Zhang Wenguan was a little surprised.
Yang Siyi glared, "There was no greeting when we set off. Everyone was enjoying the scenery in the East Garden."
Yang Siyi was followed by Chen Xuande and Wen Ting, whom they all met in Pingkangfang that day. However, Fang Yizhi, Chang Sun Chong, Gao Jixiu and other descendants of the Prince of Qin's Palace were all detained by Ling Jing, Fang Yizhi and others.
Li Zhaode on the side explained to Chen Xuande: "After the great victory in Jingzhou last year, Cui Gong comforted the army. By the way, Xuande's father was still in charge."
Chen Xuande remembered, "Yes, yes, my father mentioned that Huairen said that day that he would write three poems and send them to Qinghe County Lord for appreciation after returning to Beijing."
While everyone was still discussing, Li Shan looked up at the second floor, smiled, stepped forward a few steps, and saluted, "After careful consideration, I can only write two poems."
"Only two?" Ms. Cui stared with dark eyes, "That would be difficult!"
Cui Xin frowned, "Only two songs?!"
The faces of several groomsmen also looked strange. Generally speaking, there are two poems on the wedding day. In addition to the poem urging makeup, there is also a poem about fanning... In other words, if Cui Xin is not satisfied, Li Shandu
There is no substitute, and all the words have been released.
Yang Siyi glanced at the smile on Li Shan's face and said loudly: "Huairen will think about it for a long time, and it will be passed down to the world. One song is enough."
Cui Xin sneered and stared at Li Shan, "Come on, let's see how I find fault. Being dignified means having no appearance, being beautiful means having no character. If it doesn't work, you can still force me to find fault...
Li Shan didn't know what his father-in-law was thinking. His eyes when he looked at Cui Xin were a little funny and narrow-minded. You really don't have the shame to say this poem well. You really don't have the shame to find fault. Otherwise, you won't be embarrassed.
My face, but your face, even the face of Mr. Cui of Qinghe.
"The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is thick."
After only two sentences, the crowd immediately fell silent. Cui Xin's face changed drastically, knowing that something was wrong. The first sentence described his appearance in a clever way, using clouds as clothing and flowers as appearance, which was fascinating.
The second sentence is even more to the point. In late spring, the spring breeze is blowing, and the so-called threshold can be interpreted as this small building, or as the people below the small building who do not understand the customs and block the way.
Revlon refers to dew, and dusk is when dew condenses.
Li Shan's eyes were filled with pity. There were many poems written by Shixian, but when it came to writing about beauties, this poem deservedly ranked first... After all, it was the one that praised Yang Yuhuan, one of the four beauties in history.
Li Shan also hesitated for a long time before deciding to use this song...after all, Lao Li had a lot of trouble.
"If we hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain, we would have met under the moonlight at Yaotai."
No one said anything now. Everyone present, both men and women, came from aristocratic families, and all understood the allusions of these two sentences. "Qunyushan" and "Yaotai" are both the residences of the Queen Mother of the West. They used hints to point out the meaning of today's meeting or meeting.
What you may encounter is either the immortals on the top of the jade mountain, or the goddess under the moonlight in front of the Yaotai Temple.
After a while, Chen Xuande murmured: "One song is indeed enough, one song is enough."
Cui Xin's lips parted slightly, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't find a fault...for a moment he didn't know where to start.
"The pigment is light, but it has the look of a flowered face." An older man stroking his beard sighed: "What's the limit for such a make-up?"
Yang Siyi clicked his tongue and said: "First there is "Shuo on Love of Lotus", and then there are poems urging people to make up. Thousands of years later, they will be passed down as allusions to people."
Everyone present, including the men, most of the women looked a bit complicated. This is a legend that can be written into history books and be left to future generations.
Cui Xin's face was even more complicated. Today, there were two thresholds. The first one came with a shield, and the second one came out with a masterpiece that left everyone, including himself, speechless.
Cui Xin even heard someone murmuring behind him... Who will marry a daughter of the Cui family of Qinghe in the future? Today's scene will definitely be mentioned again and again. Is there any better poem to encourage makeup than this one?
Seeing her husband stuck there like a piece of wood, Mrs. Zhang behind her couldn't bear it any longer. First she coughed hard several times, and finally went up and pulled Cui Xin to the side... Are you still not satisfied?
Make another one better than this one?
Cui Xin, who had been pulled away, came back to his senses and happened to catch Li Shan's eyes... The latter almost burst into laughter. Cui Xin was filled with shame and anger.
The six groomsmen, Yang Siyi and others began to shout loudly, "Come out, come out."
Cui Shiniang, dressed in bright red and with a red hijab, slowly walked downstairs surrounded by seven or eight young women, and bowed down in front of her father Cui Xin and her mother Zhang.
From the crying baby, to the pink and jade-carved little appearance, to today's appointment, Cui Xin's eyes were complicated, "When I go to my daughter's house, I will treat obedience as the right thing, and never forget to be respectful..."
After just saying these two sentences, Cui Xin suddenly choked up and couldn't speak. Everyone watching was not surprised. They were all in-laws. They all knew that Cui Xin doted on Eleven Niang the most. In comparison, the two sons were simply picked up.
of.
Although Li Shan couldn't help but curse a few more times, he couldn't help but lament that he was a maniac about doting on girls... But no matter how reluctant you are to let go of the cabbage, it will always be given to the pigs when it grows up.
After delaying for a long time, until it was getting dark, Cui Xin reluctantly turned around to get out of the way, even turning his back to avoid looking at each other.
Wen Bang calculated in his mind, "It's too late."
Li Zhaode muttered: "The dowry has not been given out yet."
Sandalwood, longevity and lucky three weng, all kinds of gold and silver pewter, silk and satin, as large as camphor wood carved boxes. Small as boxwood for combing hair, Xiangfei bamboo, Sichuan bamboo combs... everything is perfect, and there are a lot of fields.