Princess Gao Yang was pressed on her leg by Fang Jun. She immediately felt that the warm palm was like a soldering iron, which made her tremble all over. An itchy and numb feeling rose up from her legs, and the skin there was numb.
I got goosebumps and my whole body felt sore.
Biting her lips tightly, she suppressed the murmur in her throat. She quickly glanced at Fang Jun and quickly lowered her head. Her white face had already been covered with red clouds, and her cheeks were filled with red clouds.
Add beauty.
But Fang'er's heart was pounding. This country bumpkin, the black-faced god, did he do it on purpose?
Fang Jun was also embarrassed. He didn't care to enjoy the smoothness and firmness of his palms. He quickly sat up straight and withdrew his hands...
The bystanders were a little further away, and the angle was different, so no one noticed this scene.
But everyone was taken aback by Princess Jinyang's affectionate attitude. The apple of His Majesty Li Er's eye, when she arrived at the banquet, she rushed directly into Fa Chu's arms, and was gently placed beside her by Fang Jun, and then acted like a
She looks like a young adult, sitting upright and straight, like a well-educated lady from a well-known family.
However, she took over the task of Princess Gaoyang and kept pouring wine and serving dishes for Fang Jun, but she acted like a personal maid...
Everyone here, except Li Chengqian and Bianji, even Changsun Chong could not help but feel sour and jealous. This is Princess Jinyang! The apple of the eye of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, she is loved more than any other prince and princess.
How can you be so close to Fang Jun? And Fang Jun, how can you dare to enjoy Princess Jinyang's service with such peace of mind?
Princess Gaoyang had long been accustomed to Princess Jinyang's intimacy with Fang Jun and didn't take it seriously.
The three subsequent princesses were secretly surprised.
Especially Princess Changle, no one knows the character of the younger sister Sizi better than her eldest sister.
To put it nicely, this little girl is smart and smart, but she is actually as big as a brat. Even in front of the ministers, she looks like a grown-up. She is well-educated and dignified, but on the inside she is extremely independent and independent of anyone else.
People naturally keep their distance.
Except for Xiao Jiu and her father, Princess Changle has never seen Si Zi appear so intimate in front of anyone, even her eldest sister is a little bit worse...
Li Chengqian didn't pay attention to this. In his opinion, Fang Jun was not only talented, but also had an unparalleled mind. He also seemed to have a good impression of him. The words he said by the Lishan River that day not only opened up his heart, but also had a good impression of him.
It is more like my own guiding light.
Besides, he will be Gao Yang’s consort soon, so they will truly become a family. Isn’t it normal for Si Zi to be intimate with his brother-in-law?
He had the highest status among the people present, so he waved his hands and said with a smile: "Auntie's suggestion is very good. How can we have wine without a drink order? Everyone, what drink order should we make?"
Drinking and ordering is a unique way for Chinese people to have fun while drinking. However, in the beginning, drinking and ordering was the privilege of the upper class.
Drinking orders have a long history. In the beginning, "prisoners" may have been set up to maintain order at banquets. In the Han Dynasty, there was "Zhangzheng", which was to implement drinking orders at banquets and impose certain punishments on those who did not drink all the wine in the cup.
.There was an archery ceremony in ancient times, and the ceremony for banquets was called "Yanshe", that is, the outcome was determined by archery. The loser drank. The ancients also had a drinking custom called throwing pots, which originated from the Western Zhou Dynasty.
In the archery ceremony of the period, a pot was set up at the banquet, and the guests threw arrows into the pot in turn. The one who threw more arrows into the pot was the winner, and the loser was punished with drinking.
Drinking orders became a popular custom, but among the scholar-bureaucrats in the Tang Dynasty, ordinary people rarely practiced drinking orders. I don't know if there are any laws and regulations, but it has never been seen in classics.
Drinking orders appeared frequently in the poetry of the Tang Dynasty. Drinking orders were particularly popular among scholar-bureaucrats. They often wrote poems and articles to praise them. Bai Juyi once wrote in a poem: "When the flowers are drunk, the sorrow of spring is broken, and when drunk, the flower branches are used as wine chips."
His Royal Highness’s proposal requires not only approval, but also positive response.
The people sitting next to Chu Suiliang echoed loudly: "The beautiful scenery is in front of us, and there are so many flowers. How about a flying flower order?"
Fang Jun looked around and saw that the person speaking had a tough face and eyebrows. Coupled with his burly stature, he had a vigorous and heroic spirit. But at this time, But he was wearing a richly embroidered Confucian scholar's uniform, and coupled with such a heroic voice that sounded like a battle cry, it was really a bit incongruous...
"This is the supervisory censor, Xiao Yi..."
Hearing soft words in his ears, Fang Jun turned his head, only to see Princess Gao Yang lowering her head, her red lips moving slightly. She obviously knew that Fang Jun didn't know this person and introduced him to her.
Fang Jun nodded slightly.
At this time, the three princesses who arrived later had also taken their seats. Princess Fangling sat next to Li Chengqian. She was one generation higher than the prince Li Chengqian and could be regarded as one of the guests.
Princess Changle came to stand next to Changsun Chong. Changsun Chong bowed slightly and arranged the brocade mat for her. She was gentle, meticulous and considerate. The couple looked at each other and smiled, making others envious.
Princess Qinghe sat next to Princess Gaoyang.
Chu Suiliang heard Xiao Yi's words and said with a smile: "I'm afraid Xiao Yushi was drunk before he drank. The talented Fang Erlang is sitting here, reciting poems and writing lyrics, which is such an elegant thing. We ordinary people should stay away from it." , how dare you move forward so arrogantly?"
Changsun Chong also smiled and said: "This is very true. With Fang Erlang and Zhuyu in front of us, we'd better be self-aware."
What he said sounded like a compliment, but when he said it right after Chu Suiliang, it seemed like teasing and contempt. Who didn't know that the young master of Chu Suiliang's family had been humiliated by Fang Jun's abuse, which had already caused disgrace?
Princess Changle frowned slightly, her face was calm, showing no emotion or anger.
No wonder Chu Suiliang and Chang Sun Chong looked down on Fang Jun.
In fact, Fang Jun's poems are now widely praised. On the other hand, they are criticized by many great Confucian scholars because of their simple words and plain sentences. Although they have far-reaching meanings, they always lack a bit of brilliance and magnificence. They are dignified and disliked by those who claim to be knowledgeable and rich.
Xiao Yi, the supervisory censor, slapped his forehead and said in distress: "I'd rather forget about this! If so, isn't it just a matter of self-defeat? However, victory and defeat are common things in military affairs, let alone in a wine shop? In the worst case, just drink. If you can use Fang Erlang's poems Drinking with wine is one of the great joys in life!”
Fang Jun glanced at this rough-looking man and wondered whether he was following the words of Chu Suiliang and Chang Sun Chong and laughing at him, or was he really an open-minded person?
Bianji, who had easily stopped speaking since the debate with Fang Jun, also said at this time: "Donor Fang is talented and has an extraordinary mind. He is a hero among people. Although the poor monk is a monk, he can't help but be curious. ."
Fang Jun felt heartbroken when he heard what the monk said. He couldn't help but said: "Since the roots of the world have not been cut off, why did you become a monk and escape from the world? If the master had not returned to secular life as soon as possible, Buddhism might have lost a great man, but the world would have gained one more. Yapo, isn’t it beautiful?”
Prince Li Chengqian was sweating profusely. What he said was too damaging...
Princess Gaoyang couldn't help but smile in her heart, but she didn't want to be rude, so she had to endure it with all her strength. Her shoulders were shaking like daggers, and she was holding Si Zi's hand harder and harder. Princess Jinyang stared blankly with her big eyes,
My little hand is a little painful from being pinched by Sister Seventeen, but I don’t know what kind of madness this sister has gone crazy?
Bian Ji was stunned at first, and then blushed. He really felt that Fang Jun's poems were all excellent works that returned to nature. Any one of them could be called a masterpiece that has been passed down to the world. Why was he so insulted?
He actually compared the poor monk to the local Yapo?
No matter how advanced he was in cultivation, Bian Ji was still young, but he felt that everyone was looking at him with ridicule. He suddenly felt ashamed, stood up and wanted to leave the table, clasped his hands and said: "The young monk has taken the photo, now he will go back to the temple."
Reflect, sin, sin.”
Prince Li Chengqian hurriedly tried to persuade him: "Master, why should you care? Fang Erlang just made a mistake while drunk. Master needs to forgive him."
Bian Ji said seriously: "Your Highness misunderstood, the young monk was not angry because of the benefactor's words. On the contrary, it was the benefactor's words that woke up the young monk like an enlightenment. The Buddha's Dharma is boundless and his practice is difficult. He has been doing it since that day.
I always realize that although entering and exiting the world are all predestined, the monk has not yet reached the state where the heart is like a rock and the red pink is like a skull. It is inevitable that the mind will move at will and mislead the Buddha's heart, and the distance from the Mahayana realm will become farther and farther. Dear friends, I retire,