Seeing that there were many people here, Wang Kui said to Zhang Yue, "Are we going to write a poem here? I have several poems in my mind along the way."
He Qi laughed when he heard this and said: "Junmin is really talented, and his poems are easily available, but..."
He Qi glanced at the tourists and said with a smile: "This place is not worthy of displaying talents. If we want to write poems, we have to go somewhere else."
He Qi saw Zhang Yue's eyes searching for the tourists.
The three of them looked at the ladies in the corridor, and saw that they were wearing beautiful headdresses such as jade sea, noctua, bee'er, snow willow, and bodhi leaves, sable cicada sleeves, and handkerchiefs, and most of them were white shirts.
It is really beautiful to see such ladies in white clothes walking in the corridor, floating under the moonlight and lanterns.
Looking at this scene, the three of them couldn't help but become a little crazy, their eyes widened.
Seeing the lanterns during the Lantern Festival is all fake. We just come to see the girls in an open and honest manner.
He Qi coughed lightly and said, "Sanlang, don't let your eyes fall down."
Zhang Yue heard what He Qi said and gave up his plan to search for Qi Niang in the crowd. The probability was really small.
Zhang Yue turned around and said, "Qi Lang, please don't shut up about me. You can also wipe the saliva from your mouth."
He Qiyi was stunned and there was indeed some saliva at the corner of his mouth.
Wang Kui also came to his senses and said, the people in the capital are really gorgeous, even the women are so good-looking. I thought before that all the good-looking women were in brothels, so I was really short-sighted.
Wang Kui asked He Qi: "Brother He, where do you think we should go to write poems later?"
He Qi smiled and said, "Follow me."
As the three of them walked along, they saw many literati reciting poems and writing inscriptions in the two corridors. In addition to poetry lanterns, the two corridors of the Buddhist temple also painted a blazing light Buddha subduing nine ghosts and performing hundreds of plays on the left wall, and a painting of Buddha subduing ghosts and his mother uncovering a bowl on the right wall.
, if you don’t take a quick look at it, you really can’t finish it.
Zhang Yue also lamented how He Qi was so familiar with things. He had been in Bianjing for two years, and it was better that he had only been here for one year.
He Qi walked with the two of them for a while, and Zhang Yue saw a pavilion of misty clouds in front of him.
Zhang Yue thought to himself, isn't this Zisheng Pavilion?
But I saw that the pavilion was three hundred feet high, with five towering eaves. Water lanterns were set up on each floor, and you were enshrining the Buddha's tooth. There was an endless stream of people visiting you. The fireworks were lingering, making the pavilion seem to be ethereal in the clouds and mist.
There was another bright light above.
The three of them climbed high and looked into the distance. In the Daxiangguo Temple, the Nine Mother Halls, the east and west glazed pagodas, and the Zhihai, Huilin, Baofan and other pagodas were all decorated with lights and candles. The scene was really full of lanterns and torches, and the moonlight was shining brightly.
Lanterns and mist melt into the night.
There are high seats on the left and right sides of Zisheng Pavilion.
He Qi said to the two of them: "These high seats are all set up by the ministers, Qili, and the family members of the noble family to watch the lanterns. Today, there is a poetry meeting lamp shed here. We want to make Bianjing famous here."
Wang Kui smiled happily and said: "Of course, Brother He is really smart. Those who strive for fame are in the court, and those who strive for profit are in the market."
He Qi smiled and said: "If Junmin becomes famous in the world, don't forget me."
"Thank you, Brother He."
Zhang Yue said: "My poetry is mediocre, so I won't show my shame in front of you two. I'll take my leave first."
Zhang Yue was too lazy to be with the two of them and was ready to run away.
"How can this be done, Sanlang? You've already come." He Qi pretended to be displeased.
Wang Kui also saw a woman on the high seat looking towards him. He first showed a nice smile, and then Zhang Yue said as if nothing had happened: "Sanlang's heart-warming couplets are so reasonable, how can he not write good poems?"
Come on, don't be humble about yourself."
After Wang Kui finished speaking, he took another look and saw that the woman was still looking at him, but he said to He Qi and Zhang Yue, "Why don't we go elsewhere?"
He Qidao: "Where are you going? There was a poetry meeting in Boya Tower last year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but I heard that it is now used for viewing lanterns..."
"What?" Zhang Yue asked, slightly moved in his heart, "Brother He, what are you talking about Boya...lou?"
"Yes, Boya Tower is right next to the Bianhe River. It is a good place to watch the Bianhe River in Dengshan Mountain on New Year's Eve."
Zhang Yue immediately said: "Brother He, I'll take my leave first. Brother Wang, take a step forward."
After saying this, Zhang Yue left quickly. He Qi was a little surprised, but saw Wang Kui looking at the woman on the high seat. He couldn't help but smile and said, "What are you looking at? There are all powerful women above. Which one do you like?"
The woman chuckled and looked away.
Wang Kui also looked away and smiled at He Qi: "I know, let's go visit the lamp shed first."
But they saw that Zhang Yue had already left Daxiangguo Temple and headed west along the Bianhe River.
From the Daxiangguosi Bridge on the Bian River, there is the Zhouqiao. The Zhouqiao is directly opposite the Royal Gate of the Imperial Palace. Looking due north, the Xuande Gate towers among the lights.
At this moment, the officials of the Song Dynasty must be sitting on the throne of Xuande Tower and watching the Dengshan Mountain.
Looking from a distance, the lights on Dengshan Mountain are bright, with hundreds of thousands of lights up and down, like thousands of flowers and trees twinkling with silver flowers, and like stars falling from the sky like rain.
At this time, people were rushing north from Zhouqiao to Xuandemen to view Dengshan Mountain.
As for Bosheng Tower, it is also next to Zhouqiao.
Zhang Yue was also in a sea of people, and he accidentally bumped into the woman next to him. Zhang Yue apologized quickly, but the lady was not worried, she held the pearls on her temples, and left with her companions laughing.
Every New Year's Eve, many women often lose their gold hairpin headdresses accidentally.
Therefore, after the Lantern Festival, there are people who hold small lamps to illuminate the road and pick up relics, which is called street sweepers. The relics are often sold after falling into earrings. This is also a custom of Bianjing Lantern Festival.
As for the wealthy people, they would not go with the common people. They rode horses and drove north, but they saw the precious horses riding horses and rolling wheels. Many people like to tie the sachets to the walls of the cars. When the carriages pass by, the fragrance floats ten feet away.
, extremely intoxicating.
Zhang Yue arrived at Boya Tower and climbed up. Most of the literati and ladies in this building came to watch the lights of Bianhezhou Bridge.
Zhang Yue climbed to the highest point of the building and looked out. He saw that the Zhouqiao and Bianhe Rivers were all brightly lit, and the scenery was unobstructed.
Zhang Yue searched for her in the lights, but the beauty was nowhere to be seen.
Maybe there was another mistake, Zhang Yue couldn't help but almost roared at Yue.
Yue Lao really doesn't care about me!
Why is this?
When Zhang Yue's mood was waning, he suddenly lowered his head and found a sachet next to his feet.
Zhang Yue lowered his head and picked up the sachet, wondering which woman had left it behind. When he was lost in thought, he heard footsteps on the stairs.
"This gentleman, this is my sachet."
But when the woman in front of him spoke to him with a blush on her face, Zhang Yue said sheepishly: "I was about to return it to my wife."
The other party took the sachet and left shyly.
I thought it was... Yes, there is no such coincidence in the world.
Zhang Yue felt regretful and walked down Boya Tower in a daze.
There was still noisy and excitement around them, and then a dance team passed by, with puppets on top and bottom.
Others shouted: "You are playing tricks on me, you are playing tricks on me!"
When the gongs and drums sounded, others clapped their hands and played happily. Zhang Yue just turned around feeling a little lonely, and saw a woman waiting in front of him in a sparsely lit area.
The Seventeenth Mother, wearing a moon-white satin coat and a golden hair ornament on her temples, stood here and asked herself.
"Zhang Jun, why are you admiring the lanterns here?"
Ps: The Lantern Festival scenes in these two chapters are excerpted from Tokyo Menghualu. They are basically realistic and not exaggerated.
