"The weather is new on March 3rd, and there are so many beautiful people by the water in Chang'an. I want it (read the novel "^1 3 8 Reading Book Network" [This chapter is provided by you] The shape is thick, the meaning is far and true, the texture is delicate, the bones and flesh are even. The embroidered clothes shine on the late spring, and the golden peacock and silver unicorn are frowning...." Chang'an is indeed different. A young man squatted on the edge of the Qu River and looked at the beautiful girl slowly walking by the river.

"Good poem~~, I dare to ask my brother Taigao's surname"

"What a beautiful young man in white."

"But Meng Haoran, who is as famous as Wang Wei, has the surname Du Fu and Zimei." The squatted boy greeted him in a hurry.

"Oh, Brother Du thinks that he has just finished the spring exam. If you don't give up, you will see the head of Chang'an together."

"That's great, Brother Meng, please"

"Brother Du, please"

"Xiaobai and the Bajie Wang have sex again in the Yan Pagoda~~~~" Suddenly, a horse left, but when people arrived, the sound of the people arrived, the beautiful men and talented men suddenly turned to the Yan Pagoda, which made Du Fu stunned.

"Brother Du, go quickly." Meng Haoran had already pulled Du Fu and ran.

"What happened to Brother Meng?"

"Brother Du won't even know Xiaobai and Wu Bajie"?

"I'm going to Beijing for the first time to refer to the spring exam, I hope..." Before Du Fu finished speaking, he was picked up by Meng Haoran and galloped away.

"Xiaobai is Li Bai, brother Taibai, who became famous overnight in "Jiangjinjiu" ten years ago. Wang Bajie is the eight princes of Wang Zihao, the Duke of Anguo of the Wang family in Chang'an. They all come to the heroes in the poem, referred to as Wang Bajie."

"Ah, Xiaobai is Li Bai? I dare to ask who is the eight heroes, who are just starting out~~" Du Fu was ashamed of his ignorance behind Meng Haoran.

"No way~~, the eighth princes of the Wang family in Chang'an." Meng Haoran looked back at Du Fu in an incomprehensible manner.

"I hope Brother Meng will give me advice." Du Fu mustered up his courage and looked up at him.

"The eldest son Wang Wei, Wang Mojie, the second son Wang Jin, Wang Xiaqing, the third son Wang Zhihuan, Jiling, the fourth son Wang Han, the fifth son Wang Changling, the sixth son Wang Juyi, the youngest son Wang Shangyin, and the eighth son Wang Mu, all of them are talented." Meng Haoran still ran away.

"It turned out to be Wang Wei"

"Wow~~, it's better to come one step later." Meng Haoran stopped and looked at the crowds in front of him and sighed.

"Brother Meng~~" Du Fu pulled Meng Haoran in shock and pointed at the distance not far in front of him.

"Brother Taibai! It's been ten years since Brother Taibai's unrestrained personality, and his character is unrestrained and unrestrained by the world. Brother Du, you see, only a bold and unrestrained person like Brother Taibai can write about the difficulty of Shu Road as difficult as the sky... How can I bow my eyebrows and serve the powerful and unhappy? The arrogant... raise my glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes three people and even childish innocence...*! A straightforward self. Looking at his poems, you will feel that everything has become open, which is a kind of free and easy liberation." Meng Haoran has already entered a deep memory.

Du Fu dragged his chin and looked at the person running naked with a sword in front of him. He could not speak for a long time and was shocked! The absolute shock was an impact on his parents' bottom line of moral education over the past eighteen years!

"The Ministry of Rites does not care about it? The Dali Temple does not care about it? Chang'an is so open," Du Fu asked loudly!

"Brother Taibai's adoptive mother is Lanling, the eldest princess of the current dynasty. I dare to dare~? Only those with status and status like Brother Taibai can have such heroism and unruly, and only Brother Taibai's arrogant and elegant style can be recognized by the world. Brother Du, you and I can only be ordinary people in the world! Ten years ago, that night, I and the talented men of Chang'an would go to Liucai Pavilion. I saw Brother Taibai dispersed all his wealth and food and sang happily, and he had to have a happy life.

The golden cup is empty against the moon.*. The gold gold is gone and it is so scattered again. The five-colored horse, the fur of gold. Hu'er is about to go out to exchange for fine wine. How courage is it to be sold with you forever sorrow? That night, Brother Taibai was also used up just like today. He just used up his wealth and had nothing to do with a long sword and left leisurely~~! His figure was so arrogant, and his arrogance revealed his fairy spirit. He was only sixteen years old that year!" Meng Haoran sighed leisurely with envy and looked at the sky with a 45-degree look.

"..." Du Fu was in the Petrification of the Petrification.

"It's Haoran's Virtue over there"

"Brother Mojie! Why are you the only one? Aren't you the eight masters together?" Meng Haoran urged him to step forward.

"My father is happy tomorrow. I wanted to invite Xiaobai, but I didn't want him to say anything. Oh~~, if you don't drink well, don't drink it. Every time I see us, I drink, and I don't bring money every time. It's fine. I'll forget it if I don't bring money. I'll still be drunk and use my clothes as money for alcohol. It's not that my father warns me to be kind to others. My brothers have long wanted to beat him up." As he said, Wang Wei clenched his right fist and burst out with blue veins on his forehead.\\Providing the latest hand-tap in this chapter Book Fan Group 1∴17666325\\

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"...Why is it so far from what Brother Meng said?" Du Fu looked at the two people in front of him silently, having a fierce ideological struggle, and he couldn't figure it out! He couldn't figure it out!

"Is this person ~~?"

"Oh, Brother Mojie, this talented man Du Fu and Du Zimei, whom I just met, is a talented man. Zimei is literary and literary. She will definitely be a great writer in time." Meng Haoran hurriedly introduced.

"Oh, my father will have a big banquet for guests tomorrow. Brother Haoran and Zimei must come. Let's have a good exchange of wine. Let's have something to do next, so let's take a step forward." Wang Wei rushed away when he saw the li.

"Brother Haoran, when he first arrived in Chang'an, he had no money, and his country's family~~, he was short of money."

"Zimei, I'm too worried. The Wang family in Chang'an is rich and can only eat with talent and knowledge, and take care of it enthusiastically." Meng Haoran was fascinated by leisurely.

"Ah..., free meal?"

"The new clear field is vast, and there is no dirt at all. Guomen is right at the ferry, the village trees are connected to the mouth of the stream. The white water and bright fields are outside the mountains, and the green peaks are coming out. There is no idle person in the farming moon, and the family affairs are all over the south. Brother Mojie is a talented man. The new work of my brother the day before yesterday was actually ashamed. I respect my brother one cup, and I will do it first." Meng Haoran had already eaten several cups, and the pair of clips turned slightly red.

"Your brother Haoran doesn't have to do this. A month ago, Haoran and his fifth brother Changling also got a song in seconds! Brother Zimei, come and put it on." Wang Wei brought the pot and cup.

"It's not that I'm rude to myself. Since I've been benevolent in my life since I was the disciple of Master Chen Xueying, although I have had new works occasionally, I'm not ideal. I'm ashamed of my master." Meng Haoran waved his words and felt a cup of Buddha's hand.

"Zimei first arrived in Chang'an and had a shallow understanding. She didn't know that Wang Chen Xueying was the wise man. I hope Brother Mojie and Brother Haoran introduced him." Du Fu heard that Meng Haoran's sect had a respect and bowed to the two to prepare a ceremony.

"Haha, I dare not, I dare not, it's my mother." Wang Wei hurriedly leaned over to stop him, and his face showed a sense of pride.

"Have you never heard of Zimei pitying the fragrance for the longest time, the spring dew reaches the autumn wind and "Inscription on the Yan Pagoda"" Meng Haoran looked surprised.

"I've heard it! It's Brother Mojie's mother, shame! shame!" Du Fu quickly bowed again to prepare the ceremony

"Oh! After I learned from Xueying's teacher, I was not aware enough. Although I did not lose my reputation, I was ashamed of my brother! Although I had a very little name, I knew it was far from that of Brother Mojie. Brother Mojie's poems were full of elegance, and it was the pure elegance that was like a literati. His behavior, what you can feel in his poems is that kind of gentleness. His poems will also be when the heroic spirit is thriving... Who knows that he will not be sad in the border court, and even if he dies, he will still hear the fragrance of a chivalrous body; there will be a scholar who will be unfair and will be roaring... Who knows that he will not be sad in the border court, even if he dies, he will still hear the fragrance of a chivalrous body; there will be a scholar who will be unfair and will be... Who would be the one who would be angry...

I pity the girl of Yue, and the poor and humble rivers are washed by the sand; she will also have a strong spirit... The wind is strong, the bow is whispering; she will also have a conceit... The misunderstanding of this life, the former painter is the painter... However, no matter which one it is, you will never find the kind of "Vajra's angrily eyes" from it. Even if it is unfair, it will be so gentle. Brother Mojie seems to be more affectionate, 'Please add a glass of wine, go west to Yangguan without any friends.' The friendship expressed in this poem still touches us." After speaking, Meng Haoran drank a cup of pain again.

"Your Virtuous Brother Haoran is too humble and doesn't say anything. It's enough to have a close friend in life. You're so full of it, do it~~~" Wang Wei was excited and lifted the pot and cup again.

At this time, Du Fu was shocked by Meng Haoran's talent. Meng Haoran's understanding of Wang Wei and Li Bai was extremely impressive, and was once again ashamed of his ignorance. At that time, he thought that Wencaifeng was liu in Gong County, but he didn't expect that he was just a frog in the well. His depressed feelings were beyond words, so he had to accompany him to do it again.

"I am ashamed. When the prince took a concubine, I was short of money. Oh~~!" Meng Haoran drank again.

"Haoran, although you and I are brothers, we are like brothers. How can we stick to worldly rituals? I have some stinky things here, so I will take them to respond to the emergency." After Wang Wei said that, he took out more than a dozen ingots of silver and sieve them at Meng Haoran.

Du Fu estimated that it was about tens of thousands of times, which was shocked by Wang Wei's generousness and the wealth of the Wang family.

"Brother Mojie, no," Meng Haoran refused it hard.

"Brother Haoran, you look down on me as your brother." Wang Wei looked angry.

"Then I will be disrespectful. I will do it first, please~~~~"

Du Fu was moved by the true love between the two brothers and carried a pot full of cups.

"In fact, Zimei's literary talent is also the best in the world. Yesterday I heard Zimei's masterpieces by the Qujiang River." Meng Haoran put away his silver tongue and changed his style.

"Oh, I wish I heard that Zimei's masterpiece was written by her brother." Wang Wei invited her to the cup.

"That brother is ugly. On March 3rd, the weather is new, and there are many beautiful people by the water in Chang'an. Their appearance is thick and the meaning is far and true, the texture is delicate and the bones are even. The embroidered clothes shine in late spring, and the golden peacock and silver unicorn are frowning..." Du Fu sang his new work yesterday, his face was full of color, and suddenly he saw a red and a yellow figure flying towards him.

""Beautiful People"? Boy, you are from Gong County, your surname is Du?" Du Fu saw the middle-aged man with red shadow turned into beards and grabbed his collar and asked loudly. The yellow shadow beside him turned into a big dog and stared at him.

Du Fu gave Meng Haoran and Wang Wei a look of help. The two of them bowed to the man in red one after another.

"Father"

"Uncle Wang"

"Oh, Haoran is here too, come and have a free meal again?" The man in red let go of Du Fu and saw Meng Haoran look embarrassed.

"Uncle Wang, this is a new talent. He has just arrived in Chang'an. His surname is Du Fu and his courtesy name is Zimei. The poem just now was written by Zimei yesterday. Could it be that it has spread throughout Chang'an?" "Zimei, this is Uncle Wang Xiu, Prince Hao, Duke of Anguo, and I dare not meet him quickly." Meng Haoran

This man in red is nothing else, but Prince Xiu and Prince Hao of Anguo.

"Oh" Wang Xiu's eyes emitted a divine light and stared at Du Fu.

"I have seen Duke, but Du Fu is polite after learning from his later years." Du Fu heard that this was the head of the family here, so he bowed in panic to prepare the ceremony.

"You really call Du Fu and Du Zimei? Are you sure?" Wang Xiushui took his seat and held a drink and couldn't stop looking at Du Fu.

"I'm sure, it's really Du Fu." Du Fu was depressed. For the first time in eighteen years, someone has questioned his name.

"Is Xiaoping okay? Hong Kong will remain unchanged for fifty years? Al-Qaeda has also entered Iraq, right?" Wang Xiu asked softly with a cup.

"Xiaoping? Hong Kong? Al Qaeda? Iraq?" Du Fu looked confused, his eyes full of question marks.

"Okay, I will go to the front hall to greet the guests. Mo Jie, Haoran, you two should greet Zimei, Zimei, you are very talented." Obviously, Wang Xiu was very satisfied with Du Fu's response.

"Ahh, that beautiful butterfly, with a light slap, it's all for decades~~Haha," Wang Xiu walked towards the outer hall with a faint smile.

"Zimei, don't mind. The prince has always been a master of the test. I think my brother was also confused when asked by the prince." Meng Haoran gently patted Du Fu's shoulder to show comfort.

"Haoran, after the dinner, come to my study room." The three of them looked at Wang Xiu's figure who had just left the house, and a gentle sentence came from their ears.

“Yes~~~”

"My brother Zimei has never been here, right?" Meng Haoran pulled Du Fu and stood under a white wall.

"Brother Haoran, my family has a small family income. A cave like Xiangliucai Pavilion is not something we can afford to spend!" Du Fu looked shy.

"By the way, Brother Haoran, how can you explain it when you bring me my brother under the white wall?" Du Fu and Meng Haoran have been standing under the wall for a while, and Du Fu is very puzzled by this.

"You little brother Zimei, don't be impatient, oh, here you come." Du Fu looked up at him. Good guy, hundreds of waiters rushed over. Each of the two people running in front was carrying dozens of huge nanmu boards. The middle part was also each of the two people carrying a roll of rice paper. The last part was divided into two parts, one holding a sliding wall ladder, and the other part holding dozens of four treasures of the study. The scene was magnificent.

"Brother Haoran, Zimei first arrived in Chang'an. She has a shallow understanding and hopes to solve her doubts for her." Du Fu was already ashamed of his ignorance again, ashamed! She was ashamed! She sent several Qiubos to Meng Haoran for help.

"Oh, brother Zimei, you don't know what you have just arrived in Chang'an. Liucai Pavilion is where the top talents in Chang'an invite gatherings. On the first and fifteenth day of every month, Liucai Pavilion will set up an altar on this "Take the Wen Wall" to leave new works for the elite and the masses to appreciate. Please see, the nanmu board, which is four meters high and three meters wide, stands on the wall, and lays rice paper on it, so that the talents can keep their treasures." I saw that the little ones stood in Fengxing, and in a moment, they had set up nanmu boards and covered with rice paper on it, and set up a sliding wall ladder for each three wooden boards, and four treasures of the study were placed under it.

When Meng Haoran explained the feelings of Du Fu, the talented men under "Taking the Wenbi" had stood under the wall one after another, spreading more than hundreds of people.

"The time is here, the lights are on, and the altar is on," a middle-aged scholar sang loudly with a serious expression, his voice was simple and heavy. As the sound was leisurely transmitted, colorful lights were flying up and down the Liucai Pavilion, and he saw beautiful wine and fish pouring out with his hands. It was very lively and a prosperous scene in the Tang Dynasty.

"Unvelop the plaque~~writing~~~!" The heavy sound of the middle-aged scholar sounded again. The red cloth slowly fell in the middle of the wall, and several large gold-style characters were written by the book "Chang'an BBS Liucai Pavilion Forum". Du Fu felt his blood boiling. He participated in the literary event of the top talent in the country for the first time in 18 years. How could he not be excited?

"Zi Mei's literary talent, how can the song "Beautiful People" be buried the last day before yesterday? We must stand on the Liucai Pavilion forum, so that all talented men in Chang'an can see Zi Mei's amazing talent. People come here, post it." Before Du Fu said, Meng Haoran immediately raised his hand to signal, attracting the talented men to return to the prime minister.

"The little maid Pan Lu is polite. I guess Mr. Meng has a new work?" The maid with a delicate face bowed slowly.

"Oh, no, no, no, there is someone else who posted it, it is this brother of Du Fu and Du Zimei." Meng Haoran introduced it.
To be continued...