Before leaving Chang'an, Mrs. Cui planned to go to Yan's house in Changshoufang, so she called her two sons over. Search xs520.
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Do you know what Sanniang is busy with recently?"
“The child doesn’t know.“
"This silly kid has sorted out the literary works of Jinshi over the years to help her brother become a Jinshi. But you uncles and aunts don't want to think about it. What if Xue Bai becomes the son-in-law of another family after winning the Jinshi? Think of the shameless people in the spring list.
I am shamelessly robbing them of the fruits of their hard work, but I am far away in Hebei. I am so angry."
“Auntie, don’t say that!”
“Is there any accurate way for you, the chronic son of a family, to tell you to judge someone else’s character?”
Yan Quanming was shocked when he heard this, but Yan Jiming said firmly: "I understand Xue Lang. He is actually a self-respecting person and can be a good match."
"I'm afraid Twelve Lang regards him as a close friend." Yan Quanming said: "Xue Lang is surrounded by makeup...
"Shut up and look forward and backward. What can you do?" Ms. Cui interrupted her eldest son's ramblings with a wave of her handkerchief, "I don't have much time. I have to make a decision for my mother!"
"yes."
The Yan family brothers both saluted. Cui made up her mind and led the two handsome sons out of the hall, quite like the head of the family.
When they arrived at Yanzhai in Changshoufang, Mrs. Cui immediately pulled Wei Yun over for a long chat. At the end, she said, "You and I have a good eye for choosing a husband. How can we be bad at picking a son-in-law? We are so fancy."
Be decisive."
"On the contrary, I am afraid that if it is too good, it will be a loss." Wei Yun whispered, "The child has become famous, and saints and right ministers are paying attention. How can the Yan family dare to fight for it?"
"What's wrong with the Yan family? A Confucian family with a reputation for generations, far longer than the Five Surnames and Seven Hopes. Daughters from your family and I are willing to marry in. How can a daughter from the Yan family be inferior to a princess? Just in terms of education.
It’s the difference between cloud and mud.”
"Having said that, talking about marriage before the bet is completed is too disrespectful to the saint." Wei Yun whispered: "Sister-in-law also knows that Xue Bai is rehearsing the opera now.
Although Mrs. Cui looked down on the royal daughter, she would not dare to disobey the saint. The saint enthusiastically made a bet and promised to marry him if he won. It was not appropriate for her to ruin the bet first.
Only a silly maid like Qing Lan is willing to sacrifice her life to protect her husband, but a famous family has to worry about the influence in all aspects.
“It’s really annoying.“
Seeing that Mrs. Cui could not decide on the marriage of her adopted daughter before leaving, she could only give repeated instructions.
This bet must be won. When he gets a high official position and then marries Sanniang, it will be complete. Your son, Thirteen, probably won't pay attention to this matter. You will keep an eye on it personally. If you miss Sanniang's life, , even though she is thousands of miles away, I still have to come and pick her up. From now on, she will just be my daughter, and you can’t even think about raising her anymore."
“But although Xue Bai is good, he may not be without updates.
"Stupid." Mrs. Cui lectured: "If you only look at talent, appearance and character, there are other candidates. But why do you think I pay attention to him? Fortunately, you are still a mother. After all, you have never raised a daughter."
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Two days later, the main residence of the Yan family in Dunhuafang.
Xue Bai and Du Wulang hid in the house with the Yan family brothers last night and drank a little wine. They became hungover and the Yan family brothers were about to leave Chang'an.
"How about staying here, Twelve Masters?" Xue Bai asked again, "With your talent, if you take part in the imperial examination, you will be admitted to high school in two years, and your official career will be smoother."
“But I have a door.”
“A man should be able to support himself, why should he rely on the protection of his fathers. Quan??Ben????520.????”
“My grandpa is camping in Hebei Province and needs my help.” Yan Jiming checked his luggage and remained unmoved.
Du Wulang came over and took a look. He was very surprised and asked, "How come you have so many colored papers?"
“A gift from some young lady.”
“Yan Twelve Lang can also lie.” Du Wulang didn’t believe it, “How could a reserved little lady write such a thing.”
Yan Jiming glanced at Xue Bai, scratched his head, and packed his luggage.
“Let’s go.”
Several young people joined the team and walked east from Dunhuafang to Chang'an City. Along the way, Xue Bai and Yan Liming walked side by side, talking quietly and explaining things.
"Xue Lang, you don't need to worry about me. It's you who are in the whirlpool of the court. Everything will not go well every time. If Chun is in high school, he should try to escape, work hard in the local area, raise his hopes, and grow strong. Return to Chang'an."
Twelve Lang, this is the word of ten gold."
“Words from a thousand pieces of gold?” Yan Jiming also met Yang Zhao twice and couldn’t help but said: “The atmosphere in Beijing is really too exaggerated.”
“It’s a prosperous age after all.”
“Stop talking about this, come over here, I have something private to tell you...
Behind them were the Yan family members riding in a horse-drawn carriage.
Yan Yan also came to see her off today. She opened the curtain and looked around. She saw Xue Bai leaning over on horseback and listening to Yan Jiming whispering. She felt that this action was a bit dangerous. The man was really ignorant.
The next moment, Xue Bai turned around and glanced at her.
"Um?"
Yan Yan immediately glared at him and signaled him to ride well.
The little man's glance was clearly not impressive, but Xue Bai was so stared at that he turned back and rode on his horse silently. Yan Yan was proud and waved her fist.
Wei Yun saw this scene in her eyes and recalled in her mind that Cui's words were finally sent to Baqiao.
At the roadside wine shop, there were orchids selling wine and singers singing songs by Li Bai.
"Send you to the Baling Pavilion. The Ba Ling Pavilion has a vast water flow. There are ancient trees without flowers above, and there are sad spring grasses below...
Du Wulang got off his horse, broke off a few willow branches, and gave them to the Yan brothers together with Xue Bai.
Yan Jiming was quite cheerful and laughed loudly and said: "If you are reluctant to part with it, Xue Lang can give me a poem.
Since there are not many poems, it is better to have a good gathering next time."
"Look." Du Wulang said: "He only writes poems for advancement."
Yan Jiming said: "But I don't know when we will see each other again."
Xue Bai, however, was very determined and did not even feel sad about saying goodbye. He said, "We will definitely see you again."
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The winter wind blows the willow trees in Baling, they have seen too many farewells,
The horses and carriages returning to the north left. After the commotion, the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers returned to calm. The snow covered the footprints on the ground bit by bit, and someone drove the horses slowly from the east.
This man is in his forties, tall and sturdy, dressed in simple clothes, with a serious face, but a look of sadness between his brows.
Walking alone through the official road and entering Chang'an City from Chunming Gate, he saw a prosperous scene in front of him. He was short of money and did not turn around to look at the orchids. The smell of wine and food entered his nose, so he took out an orchid from his luggage.
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Walking all the way to Chongyefang, he asked for directions and groped his way to a small courtyard. He knocked on the door, but the person who opened the door was an unknown person.
“May I ask, does Mr. Dong Tinglan live here?”
"He is not here. We just built this house a month ago. I don't know who to look for."
That...
The courtyard door has been closed again, and the middle-aged man, who is dusty with work, was stunned for a moment, raised his eyes and sighed slightly at the streets of Chang'an,
He took out the copper coins in his sleeves and counted them, then led his horse towards Chongrenfang.
When he passed by a restaurant at the intersection, there was a faint sound of music. His ears twitched, and he quickly tied his horse and looked into the restaurant. He saw an old man in his fifties playing music. He couldn't help but smile, because this old man
It was his good friend Dong Tinglan.
At the end of the song, Dong Tinglan walked off the stage amidst the cheers and walked straight towards the middle-aged man.
“Hahaha, I’m thirty-five years old. I haven’t seen you for many years. I was planning to go to the middle of the Song Dynasty, but you came to Chang’an!”
“Mr. Dong’s musical skills have become even better.“
In the restaurant, a young man in colorful clothes heard the conversation between the two and stepped forward to salute and asked: "Gao Sanshiwu, who is good with Mr. Dong? May I ask, is it Gao Shiwulang who wrote "Yan Ge Xing"?"
In person?"
“Exactly, Bohai Gao Shi, I have met my brother.”
“Li Jiayou, the Li family of Zhaojun, is on the eleventh day of the twelfth lunar month in his family. He likes poetry and music the most, hahaha.”
Li Jiayou was twenty-six or seven years old. He had an enthusiastic personality and looked like a playboy. He asked Dong Tinglan to play Hu again and sing a song with Gao Shi.
But he said that he liked "Yan Ge Xing", but he did not sing it. Instead, he wanted to sing his own beautiful poems.
“A fifteen-year-old girl is not as good as a servant girl. A brief glimpse of her eyebrows can cost her more than a thousand pieces of gold.”
Gao Shi was so embarrassed that he reluctantly and Dong Tinglan had a drink with Li Jiayou. It was night, but he stayed in the guest house of the Li family. It turned out that Dong Tinglan had recently been a guest of the Li family.
"I made you laugh." After returning to the house, Dong Tinglan packed up the musical instruments, "Li Shiyilang is a little informal, don't mind. I am too poor and I don't have enough entertainment."
Gao Shi was only happy to meet him again and said: "When I met Mr. Dong today, I suddenly felt something special and sent him a poem as a gift."
“Okay, I’m all ears.”
Gao Shi thought about it for a moment and started chanting.
“Liu Piao felt sorry for himself and left Beijing and Luo for more than ten years.”
The husband is poor and lowly, so there is no money for drinks when we meet today.
This poem is about Dong Tinglan and his own situation. Both of them sighed. But for a moment, they laughed boldly, cherishing this friendship of "meeting without money for drinks".
After talking about the current situation in detail, Gao Shi asked: "Isn't Mr. Dong originally under Fang Gong's family?"
“Fanggong has been demoted.” Dong Tinglan sighed, “It’s very difficult for me to live in Chang’an, so I also plan to travel around, so I wanted to go to the middle of Song Dynasty to see you. Why did you come to Chang’an?”
Gao Shi's face became serious and he responded: "Zimei wrote a letter to persuade me to become an official in the imperial examination. The letter mentioned that the five sons of Chunwei had suppressed the atmosphere in the imperial examination at the beginning of the year. Did Mr. Dong hear about it?"
Dong Tinglan said: "More than just hearing about it, Fang Gong's external derogation is also related to this matter. Did you know that there is a person in Chang'an who has become famous in the past year?"
“I know that Zimei wrote a letter to persuade me to come to Chang’an to look for Xue Lang.”
Dong Tinglan nodded and talked about these things in more detail.
He is a well-known violinist today, but unlike court musicians like Li Guinian, he was a late bloomer. He even worked as a beggar when he was young. He did not become famous until he was fifty years old. He lived in Fangguan Mansion as a doorman and served as a guest for guests.
Performance.
In the Chun Nao incident, he actually appreciated the actions of Chun Nao's five sons for daring to fight for justice for the world's scholars, and Fang Guan also encouraged King Guangping to come forward. As for some subsequent events, he, a luthier, did not know the details. He only knew that Fang Guan was responsible for the incident.
After being demoted, Dong Tinglan had no ill feelings towards Xue Bai, and believed that the world-famous Fang Guan spared no effort to keep these young people in office. This was also the view of most people.
"Therefore, according to what I see, Xue Bai has no ability to influence the academic field. He is just lucky enough to have the blessing of his father-in-law first and then the favor of Uncle Yang Guo."
"I see."
Gao Shi saw that Du Fu praised Xue Bai in his letter, and guessed that Dong Tinglan was a musician after all, so he responded: "Since I'm in Chang'an, I'd better go and get to know him."
"That's fine." Dong Tinglan said: "Li Shiyilang is also going to participate in Tianbao Seven Years Spring Festival, and he also intends to pay a visit to Xue Lang recently. How about asking him to take you with him?"
“Hahaha, I guess I am here for the spring festival, and I really want to pay a visit to Xue Lang.”
The next day, when Li Jiayou heard that Gao Shi wanted to see Xue Bai, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Among the five sons in Spring, Huangfu Ran and I are close friends. Find a time for you and me to go to his house."
How about a trip?"
“Well, thank you very much, Shishiro.”
“Yes, you’re welcome.”
Li Jiayou was free and uninhibited and waved his hand casually. He was the son of a rich man. Although he was polite to a famous poet like Gao Shi, he didn't care too much. Instead, he looked at Dong Tinglan.
“Mr. Dong, I know that Xue Lang has been rehearsing an opera recently, and it will be presented to the emperor for appreciation. How about we go together? Maybe Xue Lang appreciates your piano skills and wants to give you a chance to be enshrined in the palace.”
"No, no need." Dong Tinglan declined quickly and said with a wry smile: "What the young man is looking for is sensuality. I have such an ugly old face, how can I get his recommendation?"
“Presumably Xue Lang is not such an impetuous person.”
"I'm old and don't have such enterprising spirit." Dong Tinglan obviously didn't believe it and waved his hand.
Gao Shi took the matter very seriously and advised, "Mr. Dong, should we go together? Although I lived in the Liang and Song Dynasties, I have also heard Xue Lang's poems. I should not be a person who only cares about beauty."
After all, it was a friend he hadn’t seen for many years who spoke, so Dong Tinglan reluctantly agreed.
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Xue's house in Xuanyangfang was full of singing and dancing.
Xue Bai doesn't live here, so he comes here only once in a while. He was listening to Niannu explaining the music to him that day.
“The twelve laws, from low to high, are Huangzhong, Dalu, Taicu and Jiazhong..
Facing the explanation of such a stunning beauty, Xue Bai became more and more confused as he listened. Finally, when Li Tengkong came over and said that Li Yue had arrived, he stood up.
“Okay, let’s learn these today and wait for me to digest them slowly.”
“Here.” Nian Nu wanted to continue teaching him and said with a smile: “Nu’s family will take Xue Lang’s test next time.”
Xue Bai actually studied very hard, and became more and more aware of what music requires talent. However, this was what he had to learn in order to improve himself, so he had to smile bitterly and said: "You are really a good teacher."
He followed Li Tengkong to the hall and saw a young man with his hands clasped behind his back, looking up at the portrait in the hall.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, the young man turned around. He had a good appearance, eyes like stars, and a gentle temperament...but it was Ji Yue.
Li Yue was not very pretty when she was dressed as a woman, but her temperament showed off in her men's attire. She held her hand politely and said with a smile: "Xue Lang is very polite. Xiaosheng Zhang Gong, courtesy name Junrui, is from Xiluo."
Xue Bai was too lazy to make trouble with her, and didn't even want to approach her. He asked, "If you want to pretend to be Zhang Sheng, how can you ensure that you won't lose on purpose?"
"It is precisely because I am afraid that the saint will grant me a marriage that I must help Xue Lang win this game." Li Yue said: "At this moment,
At that time, it was my grandfather’s wish to ask me to marry you. Now my grandfather is living in the palace and reflecting on it. If I don’t marry you, I am reflecting on it.”
This little girl probably got the advice of Li Mi or someone and knew what was beneficial to the East Palace. What she said was in the interest of the East Palace, not Li Heng's personal interests. Xue Bai saw that she was wise, nodded slightly in his heart, and said
He said: “I also have artistic pursuits.
"Um?"
Li Yue turned around gracefully and said: "My singing skills are not something that 'Xue Baixian' can pick and choose."
"This opera is not an ordinary singing method." Xue Bai insisted on opening his voice a few times and showed her the singing style of the opera. "I know, Alan has told me... Xiaosheng studied hard in the cold window and learned a lot of articles.
It is still wandering in the lakes and seas, how can we achieve our great ambitions! A thousand-gold sword hides the autumn water, and the spring sorrow of the horse weighs on the embroidered saddle!"
Li Yue came as soon as she came, stretched her arms, walked around the hall, and turned her head at the last one, sarcastically and coolly.
Xue Bai was silent for a moment, knowing that he had indeed underestimated her.
“That’s it, I’ll leave this drama to the three Miss Lis.”
After hearing this, Li Jilan's eyes became more joyful and she smiled and said: "This bet is related to a major event in your life, so please leave it to us."
She was glared at by her two friends. At this moment, Xue Bai received a notice that a guest was coming, so he went to the front hall to entertain the guest.
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There were three guests in the hall, apparently headed by the young and handsome young master Li Jiayou.
But after the ceremony, Xue Bai looked at the middle-aged man in shabby clothes, his expression was different.
“Gao Shi? I have admired your name for a long time!”
“I have also admired Xue Lang’s reputation for a long time.
“The warriors are half dead in front of the army, but the beauties are still singing and dancing under the tents.” Xue Bai asked directly: “Who is this poem by Brother Gao satirizing?”
This is the most widely circulated poem by Gao Shi today. Some people say it is a satire on Zhang Shou, and some people say it is a satire on Anlushan.
Xue Bai also talked about this topic when chatting with the Yan brothers, and he was more inclined to the latter.
In the 24th year of Kaiyuan, Zhang Shou sent An Lushan to attack Xi and Khitan. It was because An Lushan underestimated the enemy and advanced rashly, which led to the great defeat. Zhang Jiuling wanted to kill An Lushan for this reason; and An Lushan liked sensuality.
Singing and dancing, able to compose Hu Xuan dance by oneself;
In addition, Gao Shi did not satirize Zhang Shou in his poems of the same period, but praised Zhang Shou.
Of course, it is the poet who has the final say as to who is being satirized.
At this time, there was a straight-to-the-point question, but Gao Shi's answer was about taking sides in the power field. Zhang Shou has passed away, and the holy family of Anlu Mountain is strong.
Gao Shi looked at Xue Bai, thought for a moment, his eyes became determined, and he replied loudly: "An Lushan."
