Pei Zilie nodded: "The word 'upside down and freedom' is the word 'A'."
"'I don't need to say anything now' is the 'five' of four or five." Li Xingchen smiled slightly.
"'Seeing you off after a thousand miles' is the word 'ten'." Xiao Shilian also followed closely.
"'Let others hate Youyou' is the word 'ren'."
"The word 'pointing to the east and west' should be the character '忣'."
The two doctors hurriedly stood up, cupped their hands, and made a gesture of invitation: "I admire the three brothers for their profound knowledge. This is a customs clearance token. Please keep it."
Xiao Shilian nodded, reached out to take the token, and looked up. Chen Shujian and Chen Shucheng, who were obviously waiting to see a joke on the road, shook their sleeves angrily and walked forward, obviously not wanting to meet Xiao Shilian and others again.
Face to face.
"Let's go. I don't know what tricks the pair of poems will play this year." Pei Zilie looked up at the mountain road with interest, eager to try.
And Li Xingchen and Xiao Shilian glanced at each other subconsciously, how come this guy...why does it always give people the illusion that he is going into battle to kill the enemy?
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Compared to the bustle at the foot of Stone Mountain, on the mountain where the third level is located, there are almost no people except for the servants who are preparing. The wind blows the tents and colorful flags that have been set up long ago, and you can faintly hear a few people in the woods on the side.
The sounds of conversation in the tent.
It's just that when people coming and going see the soldiers standing inside and outside the woods, they will subconsciously slow down. These palace guards are not easy to mess with. Many of them are the guards who followed Chen Xu in his wars in the north and south.
Many of the weapons on their waists had seen blood.
"The pace of the two princes is really as fast as ever." Standing outside the camp, Xu Ling looked through the layers of branches and leaves and said in a deep voice, "Brother Ji Gaoxian, what do you think?"
The middle-aged man known as Ji Gao chuckled: "Quick...but not necessarily fast to the end."
This Ji Gao is Shen Jungao, the younger brother of Shen Junli, General Yizuo and the Third Division of Kaifu Yitong, and the uncle of Shen Wuhua, the concubine of the current prince Chen Shubao. Shen Junli was upright and innocent in his life, and Chen Xu also liked his character, so he
Chen Shubao hired the daughter of the Shen family as his wife. Unfortunately, Shen Junli was busy with government affairs and died of illness five years ago due to overwork.
Precisely because his brother held a high position and he was a relative of the emperor, Shen Jungao, although full of economic talents, repeatedly refused rewards and promotions from the court to show that he did not seek fame and fortune because of his relatives. He was quite popular among the government and the public.
Word of mouth.
In order to express his apology and condolences, and because Shen Junli had no children, Chen Xu ordered Shen Jungao's favorite nephew, Shen Zunli, Shen Jungao's son, to inherit Shen Junli's title, which could be regarded as a tribute to Shen Jungao's resignation over the years.
Although Xu Ling is much taller than Shen Jun, he admires this humble and knowledgeable junior, which is evident from the title of "virtuous brother".
As the most outstanding writers and scholars in Nanchen, Xu Ling and Shen Jungao were naturally the presenters and judges of the last stage of this poetry competition.
He is a recognized academic master and is known as "Xu Yu" together with the famous Yu Xin. Their poems and articles are considered to be the pinnacle of parallel prose and fu prose in the Northern and Southern Dynasties.
At the same time, Xu Ling edited the famous anthology "New Odes of Yutai", which put aside the blind pursuit of palace-style poetry in the Southern and Northern Dynasties and included a large number of fresh or hearty folk songs, including "The Peacock Flies Southeast", "Mo Shang Mulang" "", "Going up the mountain to collect weeds" and other famous works are the earliest collections of these folk songs and ballads, leaving a precious legacy for future generations.
Compared with Xu Ling, Shen Jungao may have a smaller reputation, but when it comes to his character, who doesn't give him a thumbs up and praise him repeatedly? Let such an impartial person come to sit in the poetry meeting, even if his level is not as good as Xu's Mausoleum, what's the harm?
"The three people following closely... are from the Pei family and the Xiao family, right?" Shen Jun raised his eyebrows, "There are seven or eight people around the two princes, and these three people can go with the seven or eight people. One queen should not be underestimated."
Xu Ling nodded: "This one is the young master of Xiao Yuanyin's family, and the other is General Dianwei of the current dynasty. Although we haven't seen each other for several years, I can still see it with my dirty eyes. I am following them two. That young man looks a little unfamiliar."
Shen Jungao gently rubbed his chin: "Although the young man was lagging behind, he didn't look like a follower in his clothes. Moreover, the two young men from the Pei family and the Xiao family turned around to talk to him from time to time, and their expressions did not seem to regard him as a follower. Servant, look at the way this young man is darting around, he is very alert."
"I heard that during the Battle of Luliang, two young men strongly stated to Xiao Yuanyin the importance of breaking out, which prompted Xiao Yuanyin to make up his mind to find Wu Tongzhao. At that time, the child of the Pei family should have been near Wu Tongzhao's camp, so he went to find Xiao Yuanyin. In addition to his young master, there is a chance that there is also this young man." Xu Ling said lightly.
Shen Jungao glanced at Xu Ling in surprise and couldn't help but laugh: "I didn't expect that Duke Ming knew a lot. His eyes are far from muddy."
Xu Ling turned his head slightly and looked at Shen Jungao: "Ji Gao's words are wrong. Even though my eyes are not so cloudy that I can't see clearly, I believe that if Ji Gao opens his eyes, he will definitely see more than me." Much more."
"Hahaha!" Shen Jun laughed with his head high and waved his sleeves, "Ming Gong, it's easy to open these eyes, but it's not that easy to close them again, so in my opinion, it's better not to open them. Okay, there are some things I don’t want to understand!”
"You!" The white beard seemed to be trembling with anger, and Xu Ling's voice contained a hint of hatred for the iron that cannot be transformed into steel, "Do you really want to learn Yan Ling's style? Or do you want to imitate that Zhong one day? King, try what it’s like to be the ‘Prime Minister of the Mountains’?”
Shen Jungao waved his hands repeatedly: "I can't afford to be the prime minister of the mountain. If I can come and preside over this poetry meeting every time and see how young people are better than others, my life will be worth it. What fame and wealth? mean."
Xu Ling sighed and shook his head. Just as he was about to speak, a crisp voice came from behind him: "Dong Ming is persuading Duke Shen to join politics again?"
Xu Ling and Shen Jungao turned around hurriedly, and at the same time raised their hands and saluted: "See you, Your Highness."
Standing behind the two people outside the tent was a tall woman wearing a white gauze skirt. She looked quite plain, but she had a belt inlaid with gold thread around her waist, and her black hair was decorated with gold hairpins. Tie up the hosta, and if you look closely, you will find that there are faint patterns of dragons and phoenixes on this seemingly simple dress, and the noble temperament of the royal family emerges spontaneously.
The woman's slender fingers gently held instant noodles (Author's note: Men and women often carried them in the Southern and Northern Dynasties to cover their faces to show respect for others) to cover the lower half of her cheeks, but she could still cut water from the pair.
In her autumn eyes, she imagined what kind of stunning beauty she would look like if the lower half of her pretty face was exposed.