Doujin 14: This Peace of Mind - Song of Cloud Bamboo
After the cavalry army returned to the Yuetai camp from Ulahaicheng, they unknowingly passed through the spring breeze, summer, moon and autumn rain of the seventh year of Jianyan period in their daily drills. In a blink of an eye, it was August 12th. Although the cavalry army had always followed the grass training day
However, large-scale drills consume food and wages after all, so the cavalry army has strictly stipulated that collective drills should be held every five and ten days.
On this day, I briefly practiced the formation coordination, and the rest of the time was to test the results of personal martial arts training in the school. Not only those who became showboats would be reprimanded or even abandoned by the captain, but also the soldiers who were good at riding and shooting.
Practicing the combination of swords, guns, clubs and divine arms and bows passed down from the Imperial Army also takes into account the actual combat situation. After all, on the battlefield, no one will give you a chance to show off with archery alone. Otherwise, Lou Shi above Yaoshan Mountain
After the charge, Qujiedu wouldn't be in a panic as if he were dead.
At that time, all four teams had finished their drills. Thinking that this would be the last full troop drill before the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, Qu Duan simply ordered his guards to buy tables from the best restaurant in the capital in advance, and also prepared Lanqiao Fengyue.
Liu Qi, Li Shifu, Zhang Zhongfu, Zhang Zhongyan and other senior generals of the cavalry army were invited to a banquet at the Yutai. Since Qu Jiedu was given a rare face, all the generals naturally cheered.
There were pipa, qiang and flute, and wine in the army. Naturally, there was no singing and dancing in the beauties' tent under Qu Duan's rule. But Liu Qi was born as a general, and everything was done properly. The young prince was also known to be a showman. Even Qu Duan, if he didn't talk about that,
If you are good at literature and martial arts, you can quickly gather people's hearts.
After three rounds of wine and the dishes had been tasted, Qu Duan even left the table in person to persuade everyone to drink. As mentioned in the preface, it was rare for Qu Dajie to show off, and the generals no longer pretended, and gradually relaxed in their words, drinking five and six
, boasting about merit and glory, and by the way, thinking about the promise of the Northern Expedition three years later, and determined to make meritorious service immediately and make his wife a wife. There were even those who talked about rising up and going straight to the competition, but Qu Duan also laughed and let them go.
After persuading Liu Qi and Li Shifu, they turned to the Zhang brothers and bent down to drink the wine without passing it out. Instead, they looked at Zhang Zhongfu with deep meaning: "Although this is not our border liquor, after one drink
The fine wine can be used by all kinds of people, and Lanqiao Fengyue can also be called Yuguan wine. If you are a trustworthy person and a talented person, can you drink this glass?"
Zhang Zhongyan subconsciously looked at his brother. Under the noise of the fighting, Zhang Zhongfu stared at his boss who had been with him for nearly twenty years from the time of suppressing the army, and smiled slightly. Whether it was killing the enemy or annexing his colleagues,
I have done everything I should and should not do. However, after all, I still had Ling Yunzhi when I was young, and I was once the best in the army. The scenes of killing prisoners and poetry on the battlefield in the past are still vivid in my mind.
The autumn wind is cold and the horses are blocked, and the setting sun is shining brightly.
Junge is followed by military music, I advise Yuguan to drink wine.
Why do I always linger in my mind? I miss Yan Yunliu.
Zhang Zhongfu took the initiative to grab the wine with both hands and drank it in one gulp. He didn't pay attention to Xia Houyuan's complicated expression not far away, and generously handed over his hand: "I would like to follow the rules." Zhang Zhongyan, who was standing by, also drank the wine happily.
The atmosphere gradually increased, and in the end, Qu Duan, Liu Qi, and Zhang Zhongfu even used "Moon" as the title, and took advantage of the mood to write a seven-character quatrain, while Liu Qi combined the lyrics of "Partridge Sky",
Zhang Zhongfu also composed the first poem, which was "Sudden Mountain Stream". As for Li Shifu, he brought into play the fine traditions of ethnic minorities and performed horseback shooting and horseback marksmanship at the end. The performance was exquisite and unparalleled among the cavalry.
In the end, people from Wang De's imperial camp next door gradually came over to cheer and cheer.
But it is precisely this evening that I will have a banquet on the mountain terrace, poetry and wine, and enjoy my youth; the next day, I will ride my horse across Yunzhou and plant feathers to defeat the arrogant ones.
Bianjing City is neither too small nor too big, and the people of this dynasty have always loved gossip. So two days later, even Zhang Jun heard about the incident where senior cavalry generals were gambling on poems at Yuetai.
On this day, after discussing with Liu Ziyu from the Ministry of War about the holiday rewards for the troops in the imperial camp, they talked about it while chatting and laughing. Liu Ziyu complained a little: "Qu Da has always been a capable person, even if he wanted to motivate his cavalry for some reason.
The army shouldn’t show up like this at Yuetai and let other imperial troops think of it.”
Zhang Jun also suppressed his laughter: "I heard that Wang Zihua complained to his bodyguard that Qu Jiedu, instead of showing off his paper skills, would rather go out and fight him for twenty or thirty rounds." Liu Ziyu covered his face with tea and also snickered, please note
Qu Duan couldn't even defeat Wu Jie, let alone Wang De, who was ranked among the top three in terms of force in ten quarters.
"Is Naqu Jiedu willing to suffer this loss?"
"How is it possible that Mr. Qu has such a temper? He asked Mr. Li to drink a jar of Blue Bridge Fengyue and let the descendants come on stage."
"...He is too narrow-minded."
The two of them talked unceremoniously about a member of their own gang. Liu Ziyu suddenly said seriously: "Qu Jiedu's move reminds me that tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. As usual, the three provinces will be celebrating each other, and the six ministers will submit hymns."
. Although the official family is simple and many old rules have been eliminated, after these hard years, we can finally count it as the Qingming government. We must not be as outstanding in personal ethics as Dongfu and Hu Mingzhong, so we should still think of Gu Yueshang.
The Prime Minister knows that I am not proficient in poetry, but I am going back to find Zihui as my ghostwriter. I will stay far away from you and do not send him away."
After saying that, Liu Ziyu waved his sleeves and went out, leaving Zhang Jun barely keeping his face as calm as a mountain. Besides, Zhang Deyuan has always relied on being the most intimate person in the official family. He does not reject the move of luck and is even quite proficient in this.
Dao, it's not that I haven't thought about the Mid-Autumn Festival. It's just that during this period of time, I was busy with court and military affairs, and I put it to the back of my mind for a while. I was reminded by Liu Ziyu, and then I remembered that I didn't seem to have prepared any Mid-Autumn poems.
This is troublesome.
In fact, as an imperial scholar, Zhang Shuxiang was not afraid of discussing the classics and history. He could even take off his official robes, put on his civilian clothes and debate the classics with other students, even in parallel prose.
, not to mention poor theory and easy research.
However, isn't this the emperor who loved Qingci? Three hundred years later, he still wants to compose poems. The only solution now is to follow Liu Ziyu's example and find a ghostwriter.
However, in their own party, Lin Jingmo and Lu Zhi are not good at poetry and other small skills. Yu Yunwen is still in another province, and Liu Qi even packed his bags after returning from Yuetai to see his helmsman on the Yellow River.
He is the elder brother of an ice man. Qu Duan is capable of both literary and martial arts, and he is also in the capital, but with Qu Da’s temperament - he, Zhang Deyuan, doesn’t want to lose face!
As for the incompetent Lu Benzhong who founded the Jiangxi Ci School, just as Qu Duan was unwilling to face Li Shifu, Zhang Jun was also unwilling to trouble this Zhongshe person. After all, his father Lu Gongxiang... was still very prestigious.
of.
I have no choice but to trouble Brother Yuan Zhen again.
At night, when three stars were in the sky, Zhang Jun went to Zhao Ding's Mansion alone without any entourage. It was also rare that a certain Dongfu Xiangong did not work overtime to deal with political documents, but was pruning several pots of flowers and plants outside the study. At that time
The orchids are blooming purple, the chrysanthemums are blooming yellow, and the golden osmanthus trees on both sides are spitting out jade beads. The fragrance of heaven is lingering all over the sleeves. However, the plum blossoms and wintersweets in the corner have not yet bloomed, and their branches are leaning horizontally, and are reflected on the window paper by the moonlight.
, the interaction becomes interesting.
Seeing Zhang Jun's arrival, Zhao Ding slowly put down his rolled-up sleeves and let Zhang Jun into the study room. The air was refreshing and the fragrant cinnamon fragrance was delivered through the door and window, and he felt a little indifferent. After the two sat down,
, then a waiter brought tea and then closed the door as usual and left. Seeing this, Zhang Jun took out a small sandalwood box from his sleeve and handed it to Zhao Ding with a smile on his face.
When he opened it, he saw that it was neither the new incense nor Huanhua note or Tinggui pine smoke that Zhang Deyuan had given before, but just a few lotus seeds. Zhao Ding thought for a moment and smiled softly: "The lotus seeds have become old lotus leaves, De
Is it because of Fen'er that you are trying to attack the enemy?" He was already thin and elegant, and the dimples on his cheeks became more obvious when he smiled. Against the moon-white common clothes on his body, he looked like "the wind is suitable for clear night dew"
The good charm of "Yi Qiu".
Zhang Jun leaned forward and grabbed his sleeve and asked: "Is this lotus seed worthy of brother Yuan Zhen's writing skills?" After Zhao Ding thought for a while, he knew that Zhang Jun came here to sing hymns for the festival, and he also worked hard to hold back his laughter.
"I'm afraid a few lotus seeds won't be enough. I have to have Deyuan be willing to follow Li Taibai's old example and grind ink and lay paper for me." Zhang Jun raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and went directly to the desk to get the inkstone from the inkstone, raised his eyes and smiled.
: "As for this, there's nothing wrong with it."
When the ink melted, Zhang Jun hurriedly urged Zhao Ding to pick up the pen, but he turned around and sat down to drink tea. Zhao Ding had always been simple in his practice. The tea in his house was ordinary new tea, the lamps were ordinary plain porcelain, and the candles were specially given by the officials.
, probably because he disliked the smell of burning grease and cotton wicks that polluted the fragrance of osmanthus, Zhao Ding rarely provided a lampshade, which made the candlelight appear softer. It fell on Zhang Jun's hand holding the tea, giving off a handful of jade color.
It took a while for the poem to be completed. At this time, Zhang Jun had not finished half of the tea in his hand. Zhang Jun hurriedly put down the tea cup, looked at Zhao Ding, and said depressedly: "Brother Yuan Zhen is better at poetry than me, but he can't say it."
You are quite good at this, how can you write it so quickly?" Zhao Ding coughed, looked up at the ceiling of the study, and replied: "Since I am a ghostwriter, I must imitate your style to a higher level, Deyuan.
, but it’s not difficult.”
Zhang Jun took a deep breath of the fragrant cinnamon tea, forget it, forget it, he should read what brother Yuan Zhen wrote. As for the cheap quarrel here, he would be able to get it back in the court sooner or later. Seeing the slender and white fingers
Taking the piece of plain paper, Zhao Ding's heart moved, and he laughed in a low voice: "How dark is the thrush?" Zhang Jun knew the elegant meaning of the song after hearing it, and he also smiled back: "Brother Yuan Zhen really knows that he is bright and beautiful, and he sings more thoughtfully."
"When you copy it, Deyuan must remember to write the words neatly. Now the official is not the Taoist emperor of Shaolin Temple, so he doesn't understand the 'freehand' style in your writing."
Several jingles.
It seems that a certain Prime Minister of Xifu, whom Li Xiantai complained about as a "vase", was doing something frivolous to harm "the same kind".
Since ancient times, fame has been hard work, and there is no one to pay it to.
At that time, the darkness was still a mistake, and the customs were mixed and the truth was confused.
Talking in the streets is especially foolish; gossip is the most deadly.
Ten days after the Mid-Autumn Festival, a rumor gradually spread in the streets of Bianjing. It was said that the two princes in the East and West were pretending to be at odds on the stage, but in fact they had close contact in private, and they worked together to exclude dissidents, block the court, and even isolate the inside and outside.
Others swore that they had seen Prime Minister Zhang secretly meeting with Prime Minister Zhao on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and that Prime Minister Zhang even had a happy face after coming out of Zhao's mansion. They said it with nose and eyes, which added a lot of truth to this rumor.
On this day, Zhang Jun and Zhao Ding were called into the palace by Zhao Guan's family. After leaving the palace and returning home, Zhang Jun shut himself in the study for a moment to think. When he was young, he sent his close servants to deliver invitations to the houses of his own members.
When the people from the Zhang family arrived, Qu Duanzheng stood at the martial arts field specially opened in the house with his arms folded to watch Xia Houyuan lifting the stone locks. He was very excited.
Suo was so excited by his dance that the veterans who gradually gathered around him all cheered. An old servant led the servants of the Zhang family over. After the visitor respectfully explained the whole story, Qu Duan took the invitation.
, but after thinking for a moment, he waved his hand casually: "Please reply to Prime Minister Zhang, I will be here at that time." He said this without leaving the martial arts field, and when he reached the most exciting part, he blurted out without realizing it: "Okay!" And the servants of the Zhang family
Having long been accustomed to the behavior of the Commander of the Royal Camp and Cavalry, he did not take it seriously and simply resigned.
Qu Duan looked at it for a while, and then suddenly remembered that on the night of the Yuetai Poetry Recital, many military colleagues came to Xia Houyuan to toast him, and Xia Houyuan refused all of them, but he was very drunk in the end. Qu Duan thought about how he could help his own people.
One day, he personally helped someone to rest in the military camp. When he was undressing his little drunkard with a frown, Xia Houyuan suddenly opened his eyes and looked directly at him. Under the light, his eyes were as clear as the moonlight in the sky.
"The lonely lamp cannot be seen and I am heartbroken. I roll up the curtains and look at the moonlit sky and sigh." Xia Houyuan uttered these two lines of the moon-character poem word by word, and the sound was like gold and iron.
"Beauty is like a flower across the clouds," Duan continued without pausing. He couldn't help but reach out and flick Xia Houyuan's forehead: "Which young lady from a wealthy family did you fall in love with, and you are so lovesick and tormented?"
But she ignored him again, closed her eyes, turned over, buried herself in the quilt, and seemed to fall asleep.
Thinking back to this point, Qu Duan rubbed his chin and pondered. Xia Houyuan was already over 10 years old and he didn't have a family yet. It was outrageous. He glanced at Xia Houyuan in the martial arts arena who had put down the stone lock and started to practice the mace.
Qu Duan sighed secretly in his heart. In fact, Xia Houyuan looked like the "ordinary Ding Peng young hero" among storytellers. Every time he rode out on the street, there were always a lot of purses thrown at him by the crowd. He didn't know what Xia Houyuan was.
He was so discerning that he fell in love with a girl from a certain family, and the matter of starting a family has been postponed until now. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Qu Duan asked again and again, but Xiahou just didn't say anything, and when he pressed, he dropped the eight words "Under the Shenwu Sect, Liu Shui Xiu Bamboo"
He turned around and ran away without a clue. Qu Duan thought that there were mostly civil servants and scholars around Shenwumen, but his reputation among the scholars was very bad, so he simply asked Xiao Lin Shangshu to inquire about the opportunity of Prime Minister Zhang's night banquet tonight.
That's just right.
At night, everyone gathered together, and Qu Duan was surprised to find that Lin Jingmo not only brought his now very close nephew Mei Yue, but also brought a group of family concubines. He said that a night with wine can't be without singing, so they all just
She had been raised at home by her parents, and her life and future were all in the hands of her master, who had a very strict tone but could not get in the way. Zhang Jun did not want to offend this "Lin Jiuzhang", so he had to set up a screen to keep everyone away.
The musicians were isolated in the outer hall and allowed them to sing the tunes of the official's new work "The Legend of White Snake". After they sat down at the main seat, they rarely mentioned the popular rumor.
Lin Jingmo, Qu Duan and even Mei Yue all looked calm. Qu Duan almost laughed in his heart: That's it? That's it? Just this little thing is worth Zhang Deyuan's big fanfare of calling people to gang up? Lin Jingmo shook his head.
"Today's official family is not ordinary. I'm afraid they are happy that the two prime ministers can make peace and fight without breaking up. Only in this way can we work together as one to fight the Northern Expedition." Lu Zhi suddenly became excited, twirled his beard with his hand and smiled with satisfaction: "Otherwise
, the east and west palaces should have been fighting each other, but it should be noted that for thousands of years, the art of weighing in the court has been the right principle."
Qu Duan sneered, feeling that what this Minister Lu said was unreasonable. His mind was crooked, and the point was probably off-center. Sure enough, he then heard Zhang Jun Qiqi Ai Ai say: "As Shen Mu said, the official summoned me today
Brother Tongyuanzhen entered the palace, but he strongly appreciated that we both performed our respective duties and worked together in the same boat." Lu Zhi sighed and seemed quite regretful, but Liu Ziyu had been looking at Zhang Jun worriedly just now, and then he heard this
Relaxed, the criminal exclaimed: "The officials are wise!"
Qu Duan rolled his eyes secretly, feeling that this Xianggong Zhang was worthy of being the biggest villain. He now understood Zhang Deyuan's purpose of calling people here tonight, which was nothing more than "tolerance for the sake of the country and the Northern Expedition".
After making an impassioned speech, he didn’t bother to talk for a while, and slowly scooped up the cup of fermented rice dumplings on the table. It should be said that Prime Minister Zhang’s family is indeed a famous family in Sichuan, and the cook in the house is very good at cooking. At the same time, he did not forget to look at Lin Jingmo. This
The way in which the Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue, who was recognized as a good scholar, just sent a musician to Zhang Jun was too tough and unreasonable. There must be a reason. Sensing Qu Duan's probing eyes, Lin Jingmo turned his head and winked at Qu Duan.
Qu Duan was stunned for a moment, then he smiled again and lowered his head to scoop up the rice dumplings. After all, only Zu'an and the delicious food could not be let down. As for the private affairs of that brat Xiahou, let's talk about it later!
Ninety-two, be alert to the call. There will be troops at night, so don’t be afraid.
At this moment, Liu Ziyu was talking to Zhang Jun in the alley: "Xiangong Lu in the southeast is quite skillful. With him suppressing him there, Jiangnan Taoism and Baima will not be connected with deposed officials. This matter should be discussed separately.
There is someone behind the scenes." Fu glanced at Qu Duan again and continued to talk: "Two envoys, Mr. Yu Wen is really weak. If there are any leaders of the Western Army who dare to disobey orders, let me tell you.
It is better to imitate Lu Yihao and kill Xianggong Lu! If Lu Xianggong had been asked to appease Guanxi in the first place and had followed Qu Dutong's domineering temperament, I'm afraid that his half-life achievements in wisdom and bravery would have been buried in the wild grass of Shilin along with Beimang Xinlong.
It’s the same even if I’m afraid.”
Hearing this, Lin Jingmo frowned and stretched out his hand under the table to gently press the slightly panicked nephew Mei Qu. He stood up and left the table in an elegant and leisurely manner and turned to the outside of the screen. He seemed to be giving some instructions to the musicians. Lu Zhi seemed to be giving some instructions to the musicians.
He squinted his eyes and watched indifferently. Zhang Deyuan suddenly thought: Because of the discord in Yaoshan at that time, Liu Ziyu and Qu Duan were not able to deal with each other, and they often targeted Yan Xiu secretly. But tonight, I don’t know what happened to Yan Xiu. He really lost his words.
It's very inappropriate to have such a sense of propriety and put that private disagreement into the open.
Qu Duan threw down the spoon and sneered. He was about to open his mouth to ridicule, but he might as well listen to the melodious and clear lyrics of the White Snake song outside the screen, and he didn't know when it turned into a gloomy and desolate one:
"Yesterday Jusuo died in the army, and today Tianfeng died in prison."
Qu Duan was startled for a moment, and looked at Lin Jingmo again. When he saw the man nodded lightly, he was rarely calm when he spoke: "The rivers and mountains will not change, and the people will move several times. If Guanxi is lost, future generations will remember the achievements of you and me."
If I don’t remember, what’s the point?” The lyrics kept singing outside the screen, causing Lu Zhi to frown and listen.
"If Xu Youmou is put to good use, the safety of the country will belong to the Cao family."
Zhang Jun only felt that tonight's party was a mistake. He rubbed his throbbing forehead and hurriedly said something else to attract Liu Ziyu's attention. The sound of the pipa outside the screen became more and more urgent, and suddenly a string was struck like a crack of silk -
—
"All the pillars of Hebei are broken, how can we not lose our country at this time?"
The west wind noisy with the bamboos, and the autumn rain falls outside the window.
Qu Duan was already feeling impatient, so he would leave first under the pretext of Qiu Yu. Seeing this, Lin Jingmo also accused Zhang Jun and left with Plum Oak. After leaving Zhang's house, Qu Duan immediately thanked Lin Jingmo for his help in the banquet.
The Minister Xiao Lin only shook his head and chuckled: "Maoxiu once mentioned to me that ever since he entered the court, he always felt that the Minister of the Ministry of War was very murderous. I only hope that Yan Xiu can change him to some extent.
That temper." Qu Duanfu looked up and down the plum tree again, turned around and said to Lin Jingmo with a smile: "This is your Xun Ling." After saying that, he did not hold an umbrella and just rode away in the autumn rain.
However, Liu Ziyu lingered around Zhang Jun for a while. By the time he left the house for the last time, the autumn rain had already begun, and the drizzle fell like threads from the eaves beside the road. The streets were blurred and stretched into the distance, like smoke and fog. Liu Ziyu
He waved his servants away and refused to ride on the carriage. He opened an oil-paper umbrella that was as green as the rain, lightly gathered his brick-red robe, and walked slowly on the almost deserted street. After a moment, he suddenly burst out laughing: "
That libretto is about me!" The paper umbrella moved slightly, and the person under the umbrella looked up at the rain curtain, shook his head, and then gently swung his left sleeve behind his back, with a faint wisp of roses in his movements.
The fragrance blends into the rain, inexplicably reminding people of "the powerless red makeup lying on the late branches".
"The clouds are still and the mist is falling, and the rain is misty... An De invites us to sit down and talk about his life." The chant became lower and lower, and finally disappeared at the end of the long street along with the figure as straight as a sword.
Ninety-three: Stronger than stubborn, there is evil; a gentleman walks alone, if wet in the rain, there is no blame.
A few days later, the street talk that had calmed down resumed, but the content was changed. It was about Qu Duan being one of the ten major military governors and the de facto leader of the army. He privately discussed this with Zhang Jun, the prime minister of the West Prefecture, and Liu Ziyu, the minister of the Ministry of War.
The past was very close, and there was a suspicion of collusion between civil and military officials. Xia Houyuan rarely lost his composure, and walked around the study anxiously. He punched the palm of his left hand with his right hand angrily, "How can these censors not even understand the absurd words spoken by ignorant people?"
Don't let it go even if you argue! Jiedu, they just can't get along with you!" Qu Duan sat behind the desk and sneered, wiping a sword in his hand. Xia Houyuan's sharp eyes recognized that the sword was from the old days in Kansai.
"Pearl and coix, in the final analysis, the king only thinks about it. If you are concerned about it, Xiahou, you will be confused. Today's officials are so broad-minded that even the ancient sages are not. You don't have to worry too much, just wait and see!"
Sure enough, he ignored the imperial case, and no one mentioned it, so the matter was settled.
Ninety-five: Amaranthus and Lu are correct, and there is no fault in the middle line.
Autumn ends, winter solstice comes, spring comes, March 3rd is the Shangsi Festival. The official family allowed a day off to rest, but specially issued an order to recruit Yang Yizhong to accompany him from the inner palace.
Qu Duan did not go out that day. Instead, he entertained a rare guest in the study. It was none other than Lin Jingmo, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. The two talked for a long time. It was not until the pot of tea was gone that Lin Jingmo stood up and left. Qu Duan was confused.
He sent people out in a daze and returned to the study again. He remembered that during the conversation, Xiao Lin Shangshu specifically pointed out that Wang Sizong at the beginning of this dynasty was "strict and Ming, especially proud and ruthless". He was silent for a long time. And Lin Jingmo's parting words: "Qu
Dutong is afraid that he is looking in the wrong direction, and he is afraid that the drunkard's intention is not to drink. Qu Dutong is also capable of writing, so he should know that Xiahou Xiaowei uses allusions." Qu Duan was even more thrilling.
With a sigh, Qu Duan knocked on the stack of letters on the table, and frowned even more. The information in the letter was quite detailed and complete. Most of the people near Shenwumen were civil servants, monks, monasteries and Taoists, but there was no one among them.
He said that one of the "Green Bamboo and Flowing Water Houses" had female relatives of the right age. He turned around and looked at Xia Houyuan, who had been pretending to be a wooden figure next to him from the beginning, and sighed again.
The room was filled with silence, and the spring willows and flowers covered the heavy door.
It was the arrival of Er Zhang that broke the pervasive embarrassment. Probably because of the festival, Er Zhang also changed his civilian attire today. Zhang Zhongfu briefly glanced at the words on the document, and felt a little enlightened. He glanced at Xiahou's wooden figure and shook his head.
He shook his head and smiled and said, "Jiedu, why don't you and I go out and have fun during this festive season? Don't let down the beautiful spring scenery. Let's talk about Xiahou later!" Qu Duanzheng was confused because of Xiahou, so he wanted to refuse, but suddenly he thought about Yangliu.
The wind was gentle, the branches of red apricots were blooming, my heart moved, and I agreed with the words. Before going out, I gritted my teeth and asked Xia Houyuan to follow: "Go to the stable to pick a good horse, and rest the poor mule!
"
While he was talking, a civet cat seemed to be jumping through the trees and flowers.
Four people rode horses and walked slowly along the Bianhe River. They saw the wind and dew carrying the scent of flowers, the spring waves and the sun. They met a wandering girl on the left side of the road. The singing pipe carried new sounds. The song said: "No matter how grassy the cups and plates are, the wine is beautiful and the plum blossoms are beautiful."
Acidity is just right for a person's embrace. You can't laugh while arranging flowers when you're drunk. The pitiful spring is like a person getting old." The four of them stopped to listen. After finishing the song, they clapped their hands and praised: "Ji An Yi's wonderful lyrics, so broad-minded.
, no wonder official works often borrow the name of layman Yi An." While chatting and laughing, Qu Duan did not forget to observe the attitude of his personal guards towards the beautiful lady like clouds in Bianhe River, but every time he turned around, he always spoke sincerely to Xia Houyuan
Their eyes met, and the more they looked, the more they felt suffocated. Finally, they couldn't help but asked softly: "You have wasted your time and there is not even a man or a woman under your knees. If that person doesn't respond to you, what will you do in the future?"
He boldly folded a flower and handed it to Qu Duan, smiling and saying: "This flower is blooming well, do you want to put a hairpin on it too?"
Qu Duan took a fixed look at the lilac flower that "seemed like a heap of brocades when it shined". His heart was filled with confusion, and he hurriedly refused Xia Houyuan to give him a hairpin. He only made two pieces and disappeared, leaving Xia Houyuan alone to feel aggrieved.
Qu: I was the one who gave Jiedu hairpins in Kansai, so why did Jiedu become more rigid in the capital?
At the same time, in a restaurant in Bianhe River, the former Taixue trio actually took advantage of this holiday to have a small gathering. They also heard this new poem from afar, and they all admired: "No wonder the officials would rather mention the layman Yi An.
Not to mention the second concubine." Zhang Jun shook his head and said: "I'd better not mention this private matter of the official family anymore." Zhao Ding personally poured a drink for him and asked Yin Yin: "The street discussion incident in late autumn last year, although it was
It was a false alarm, but it is not appropriate for Deyuan to invite me and Hu Mingzhong to a banquet today with great fanfare."
Zhang Jun picked up the wine glass and took a sip. He smiled brightly and said: "It's just a small skill that can't be put on the stage. I just hope that brother Yuan Zhen will not be separated from me from now on." Hearing this, Hu Yin put down his chopsticks and was about to speak, but was stopped by Zhao.
Ding took the lead: "When we suddenly encountered national chaos, we decided on a life-and-death relationship in difficult times, and we had to meet the Lord Ming, who has supported us all the way. Now that I am the prime minister and you are the prime minister, we should guard the temple together, even if
We all have our own wings, so we might as well discuss the romance together. What Deyuan said is that I am rigid." Hu Yin was about to interrupt, but Zhang Jun on the other side had already grasped Zhao Ding's hands: "Today is the Chinese New Year, brother Yuan Zhen, hurry up
Don't mention the state and military affairs, let's just talk about private friendship." Zhao Ding looked at him for a while, smiled slightly, and felt comfortable.
Hu Yin was silenced one after another, looked left and right, and simply stood up: "Young brother, I still have documents at home, so I won't stand in the eyes of my two brothers here. Farewell!" After that, he didn't care about Zhao and Zhang getting up to persuade him to stay.
, turned around and went downstairs resolutely, haha, I, Hu Mingzhong, should not be here today! It is better to go home and serve the Song Dynasty and serve the officials. In the elegant compartment, Zhao Zhang looked at each other and felt a little ashamed, and a civet cat followed him in time.
The railing jumped up to the window pane, with a leisurely posture, but only a pair of eyes flashed like a human being watching the fun.
When night falls, the Bianhe River gradually lights up with thousands of lights, which complement the rising moonlight in the sparkling water. On such a good night, even Liu Zihui went out to play, but Liu Ziyu was drinking in the house. Looking around, there was only plain scenery.
Lu Zhi, who had great ambitions, accompanied him. "Things go by a thousand years ago, but sorrow lasts only a day." When the wine went deep, Liu Ziyu threw a pot and sang. Lu Zhi shook his head repeatedly, but didn't care about him.
Sipping the jade liquid in the cup slowly, I looked at the crow's nest on the black tallow tree in the atrium in ecstasy, "The moon is sparse and the stars are flying south, and the crows are flying south, circling the tree three times, where is the branch to rely on?" The walnuts in my hand were turning more and more anxiously.
A civet cat jumped onto a branch from nowhere, startling the sound of crows, and then the figure as flexible as electricity jumped into the deep night in the distance, heading straight to the inner palace. Not long after, Yang, who had been standing at the entrance of the palace for a long time,
Yizhong gently caught the civet cat, hugging it carefully and happily as if hugging a whole country.
A thousand-year-old city, a thousand autumn moons, a few people and a few barren hills.
At midnight, Qu Duan's house was still very lively. The veterans set up a barbecue stall and clamored to continue having fun. In the noise, Qu Duan was twisting Xia Houyuan's hairpin over and over and refused to give up after being rejected.
Not sparing the red apricots pinned to Tie Xiang's body, he suddenly turned around and asked Xia Houyuan: "You still haven't told me the truth yet?"
Looking at his family’s temperament: “Ever since I saw the peach blossom, I have no doubts about it even now.” Qu Duan nodded with a smile, but then looked up to the sky and sighed.
Beside you, several peach trees are blooming in the moonlight. Thousands of flying flowers entangle with the willow branches for a moment and then slowly spin down. A good night for many lovers.
ps:
1. Lin Jingmo’s courtesy name is Shen Mu. In the article, he persecutes Liu Ziyu, but in his own world, his methods are indeed quite extreme, he is fearless, and he is a wolf killer.
2. Zetianyu: Masters the decision and can make peace.
3. Youfeng Fake refers to the matchmaker.
4. Lilac flower: When it shines in the eye, it still looks like a pile of brocades, when the red luan star moves?