Guo Song stopped for a moment. He hesitated and then asked with a smile: "Is this about catkins?"
The girl slowly turned around, and Guo Song's eyes suddenly froze. He unexpectedly saw an extremely beautiful face. He didn't know how to describe this face that was as beautiful as a fairy. Although she was only fourteen or fifteen years old,
But that kind of elegance and refinement does not seem to have any human atmosphere.
"You express your feelings and make the young master laugh!"
She made a Wanfu gift and turned to leave. Guo Song thought about it and said with a smile: "The Han Garden has limited sporadic decorations, but the Sui Dynasty embellishments are endless: the cause of the Three Spring Festivals is in the east wind, and the bright moon and plum blossoms are just a dream."
The girl stopped, chewed the poem read by Guo Song carefully, turned back to look at Guo Song curiously, and asked: "There should be more below!"
Guo Song smiled and continued: "Among the red courtyards, whose house is covered with fragrant snow curtains? The south and north of the Yangtze River are generally the same, but they hate people so much!"
"Very distinctive long and short sentences with exquisite diction. Did the young master write it himself?" Computer version::/
Guo Song smiled lightly and said: "If the girl can't find the source of it, then just think it was written by me!"
"What a loud tone!"
The girl sneered slightly and said: "I will ask another question. If you write a poem, then I will admit that you wrote the long and short sentences just now."
Guo Song walked into the pavilion and sat down and said, "Girl, come up with a question! I'm all ears."
The girl pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said: "The poem I wrote just now is indeed catkin. I will not test you on anything else, but I will ask you to write another catkin poem, or a long or short sentence."
This question is a good one. Writing two poems on the same thing is the real answer.
Guo Song was familiar with three hundred Tang poems. He could not write poems but could also recite them. He pretended to think for a moment and said slowly: "Then I will compose another long and short sentence and ask the girl to correct it!"
"Master, please!
Guo Song slowly chanted: "The spring dance in front of the Baiyu Hall, the east wind blows evenly. The bees and butterflies are surrounded by chaos: how many times have they been lost in the passing water? How can they have to die in the dust?"
The girl's eyes flashed with brilliance, and she praised: "What a spring dance in front of the Bai Yutang, the east wind blows it evenly, and then what?"
Guo Song continued: "Thousands of threads will never change, let him gather and divide as he pleases. I have no roots in my youth, and the good wind has sent me to the blue sky with its strength."
The girl was a little anxious and said quickly: "Master, please wait a moment, I will be back soon!"
She went in a hurry. Guo Song sat on the bridge pavilion, but he was a little curious. This girl was extremely talented in literature and should have been famous in the Tang Dynasty. However, Guo Song couldn't remember who the female poets were in the middle Tang Dynasty.
However, this girl looks very different from the girls in the Tang Dynasty. Most young women in the Tang Dynasty were round and round, but this girl's face has the exquisite outline of later generations of women, full of texture.
When Guo Song was thinking wildly, the girl hurried back with a book bag and said with an apologetic smile: "Young Master, I kept you waiting for a long time."
She took out the white paper and pen and ink, spread the paper on the stone bench, and said with a smile: "Please sir, please write down the two long and short sentences just now."
"Why write it down?" Guo Song asked pretending to be confused.
The girl smiled slyly, "I have little talent and limited knowledge. I want to show these two short and long poems to an expert for identification to see if they were written by others?"
Guo Song picked up the pen and wrote it in a moment. After thinking about it, he wrote down his name, "Lingzhou Guo Song".
The girl secretly admired that the writing was so vigorous and powerful that it penetrated the back of the paper. It seemed that she had some talent.
"Master Guo is from Lingzhou?"
"I was born in Lingzhou, but now I live in Chang'an."
The girl smiled calmly and said, "Being able to enter the Zhao Mansion as a guest shows that you are doing well in life. Thank you very much, Master, for the gift."
"The writing is not good, it makes me look bad, but is the poetry bad?"
"We'll have to wait and see after it's been appraised."
The girl put away the words written by Guo Song, pursed her lips, smiled, turned around and left.
"Wait a minute!" Guo Song shouted quickly.
The girl stopped, looked back and said with a smile: "Is it possible that the master's inspiration has not been exhausted?"
Guo Song cupped his fists and said, "You haven't asked the girl for her name yet?"
The girl hesitated for a moment, then told Guo Song, "My surname is Xue, from Beijing."
Guo Song suddenly blurted out, "Are you Xue Tao?"
The girl was also stunned, "Master, do you know me?"
Guo Song slapped his forehead. Why didn't he think that the catkin poem the girl recited just now was a poem by Xue Tao that he had read?
This girl was fourteen or fifteen years old, so she was about the same age. Her father must have offended Yuan Zai in the past two years and was demoted to Bashu. He died of illness in Yunnan not long after, and the mother and daughter fell into poverty. Xue Tao was forced by life to sell himself.
Le Ji became a famous prostitute in history and a famous female poet in the Tang Dynasty.
The girl was even more curious. She tilted her head and looked at Guo Song for a while, then smiled and said, "Young Master actually knows me, but I have never heard of Young Master's name."
At this time, Guo Song saw a woman walking quickly towards this side, probably Xue Tao's mother. He didn't want to cause trouble, so he clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Guo Song is deeply honored to meet Miss Xue. We are destined to meet again!"
He bowed and saluted, then turned and hurried away.
The girl was Xue Tao. Her father, Xue Yunguan, was a doctor in the Ministry of Rites and had a good relationship with Zhao Yunhai. After receiving the invitation, he brought his wife and daughter to the Zhao Mansion for a banquet. Unexpectedly, Xue Tao met Guo Song by accident.
However, Xue Tao was not surprised. When she was eight or nine years old, she was hailed as a talented girl by the literati in Chang'an. Many people had heard of her name. It was not surprising that this young person knew her.
On the other hand, this young man has good poetry and good calligraphy, but he has never heard of it.
Xue Tao looked at Guo Songyuan's retreating figure, and she felt a little curious about this talented young man.
"Tao'er, who is he?" Xue Tao's mother, Han, stepped forward and asked.
Xue Tao shook his head and smiled: "I don't know who he is? A man like the wind, who doesn't know when he will come or when he will go?"
Han was very dissatisfied, "You chatted with him for a long time, and in the end you were still a stranger. What's the point?"
Xue Tao sighed and said helplessly: "According to mother's opinion, what is interesting?"
"At least you need to know what his background is, who are his parents? What official position he holds, what is his family background, and what he is doing? These are the key points. You are not young anymore. Stop lamenting all day long and think about yourself.
The most important thing in life is serious!"
Xue Tao's face turned red, "Mom, what are you talking about? If others hear it, they will laugh at us!"
She stamped her feet, turned around and left quickly.
But Han refused to let her go and chased her and asked, "You just need to tell me what the young man's name is, and I won't ask anything else."
Xue Tao said helplessly: "I only know his surname is Guo, and I know nothing else."
She sped up and left. Han did not follow her anymore, but stood there and murmured to himself, "The surname is Guo? Whose son can this be?"
When Guo Song walked to the gate of the back garden, he faintly heard several men commenting on the girls in the back garden.
"When it comes to beauty, Miss Xue is the one who takes the cake. I have seen countless women. She is the only one who can be said to be the most beautiful woman in the country."
Guo Song couldn't help but slow down when he heard someone commenting on Xue Tao.
"Xue Cainiu's family is not well off. Her family even rents the house. It's not bad to be a close friend. However, the family background of the wife is not suitable. I think that Dugu's daughter and Dou's daughter are not only beautiful and fragrant, but also have deep family backgrounds.
, a good family background is a good match for a wife."
"Forget it! We can't miss the daughter of the Guanlong noble family. We should be more realistic. It would be good to marry the daughter of a noble family."
Guo Song shook his head. These young people are very realistic! For them, marrying a wife is a matter of knowledge and is related to their own future. They value family status more than anything else.
At this time, a young man rushed over and shouted: "Everyone, go quickly, Yuan Xiangguo is coming!"
Several young men in the pavilion jumped up and ran towards the front yard.
There was a commotion in front of the gate of Zhao Mansion. Prime Minister Yuan Zai had arrived, and officials came from all directions. Even today's birthday boy, Zhao Guanshan, came to the gate in person to greet him.
Yuan Zai's power was so great that even Li Shi, the supervisor of the country, looked at his face. Any appointment of imperial officials had to be reviewed by him for the first time. The appointment of officials below the third rank was even decided directly by him without submitting it to the emperor, unless it was the minister of official affairs and the minister of civil affairs.
A key position such as Minister of Household Affairs.
This is the reason why he vetoed the emperor's appointment of Guo Song as the governor of Anxi Protectorate. From a legal point of view, his actions did not violate the rules. The governor of Anxi protectorate, Shi, is a fifth-grade civil servant. The emperor has no right to appoint him directly. It should be
The Ministry of Personnel proposed a list of candidates based on the assessment, and then several prime ministers discussed and decided on the official candidates, which were reported to Emperor Zhu for approval and approved.
The emperor has the right to recommend the appointment and dismissal of low-ranking officials. Several ministers can refute the emperor's suggestions after discussion, but they must provide written reasons.
To a certain extent, it is contempt of imperial power, no different from Yu Chaoen before.
This is the domineering side of Yuan Zai that only a few people can feel. What most middle and low-level officials see is the other side of Yuan Zai who is polite and virtuous, caring about the sufferings of his subordinates, and being amiable.
"Prime Minister Yuan personally came to my residence to pay his birthday, I can't afford it!" Zhao Guanshan said with sincerity.
Yuan Zai chuckled, "On the general's birthday, Yuan Mou naturally came to congratulate him. In addition, I also congratulated the general on behalf of the Yuan family. The head of the family was feeling ill and should not go out, so he asked me to come specifically to wish the general a long and happy life."
, descendants prosper."
"Thank you so much, please, Prime Minister!"
Yuan Zai nodded with a smile, signed his name with a pen, and followed Zhao Guanshan into the palace gate. Both sides were already crowded with court officials, who all applauded to welcome Yuan Zai's arrival.
Yuan Zai smiled and waved greetings to everyone. Guo Song clasped his hands on his chest and leaned against the gate of the east courtyard and looked at Yuan Zai coldly. Historically, Yuan Zai was captured this year and next, and his time was running out.
At this time, Yuan Zai suddenly saw Guo Song in the distance. The provocative sneer on Guo Song's face made him feel uncomfortable.
Yuan Zai smiled and waved to Guo Song, "My dear nephew, it turns out you are here too!"
Guo Song nodded, "Yuan Xiangguo, I haven't seen you for a few days!"