Zhang Qian is twenty-two years old this year, and according to the Tang Dynasty algorithm, it is twenty-three. However, because he loves training and has been in school all day long before traveling, he looks much younger than his actual age.

Although Wang Zhihuan, who had just reached the age of 20, liked to ride a sword and be a ranger, sleeping in the open, and his age seemed slightly older than he actually was. Therefore, when they walked side by side, they were like a pair of suave twins, attracting countless guests to turn their heads.

"Today's banquet was arranged by Dr. He and Uncle Zhang. It mainly drinks and appreciates chrysanthemums, so guests are invited to sit in the garden." After just coming to the garden, Wang Zhihuan thought for a while and introduced himself: "There is no need to be fine in a hurry, so he can only imitate the Hu people and put down more than a dozen long tables and dozens of sets of Hu benches, so that everyone can sit at will! If there is any inconvenience later, please forgive Brother Zhao!"

"Ji Lingyan is serious. Senior Zhang and I are neighbors, so there is no need to be so polite to me!" Because of the same illness as Wang Zhihuan, Zhang Qian's nervousness was much less. He smiled and shook his head gently, "You can just greet others first, so that Senior Zhang will not be too busy to get busy and make the distinguished guests feel neglected."

"That's right, Uncle Zhang has mentioned your name no less than twenty times since he saw me yesterday." Wang Zhihuan is an open-minded person and is not more polite to Zhang Qian. He just smiled and nodded, "There is a pavilion over there. There are a few drunken chrysanthemums planted nearby. The flowers are the size of a bowl and the color is also extremely rare. If Brother Zhang doesn't bother with the wind, it would be convenient to sit there."

"Then go to the pavilion!" Zhang Qian looked up and looked around. Sure enough, he saw a wooden pavilion not far away. There was a stone table below, four or five stone round piers, and more than ten clusters of chrysanthemums were blooming nearby, so he agreed to move.

Unexpectedly, after walking less than ten meters away, a fat man suddenly rushed over in the slanting thorn. He grabbed Wang Zhihuan's arm and shouted: "Okay, Wang Jiling, I just threw me aside, where did you run to me? Everyone said that Uncle Zhang has prepared a top-quality wine, why haven't you arranged for a servant to bring it up yet?!"

"Good wine is rare, I will serve you now. When you drink other wine later, it will be boring!" Wang Zhihuan slapped the other person on the back of his hand, slapped the person with a grin. "Stop making trouble, I will introduce you to a new friend, Zhang Yongzhao, with the single name Qian. Dr. He and Uncle Zhang Shi are both highly respectful of his skills!"

Immediately, he quickly introduced to Zhang Qian: "Brother Zhao, this person's surname is Wei, his name is Dao, his name is Gangjing, and he is a legitimate descendant of the Wei family in Shandong. His father, like my father, is also an old friend of Zhang Shishu!"

"Zhang Yongzhao, Hejian, I have met Brother Gangjing!" Finally, I saw a nameless person. Zhang Qian's heart, which was in his throat, fell back into his stomach, and calmly bowed to the guard.

"You are the immortal master Zhang who brings back the dead?" The Wei Dao was not as calm as Zhang Qian. He quickly took a step back and looked up and down, while bowing back, "I have long admired my reputation. When I see you today, I am indeed not like an ordinary person."

"Brother Gangjing is awarded!" Zhang Qian was so awkward that he was praised by Wei Dao that he felt uncomfortable. He quickly explained with a smirk, "The rumors are usually not true. I just brought two medicines from my master's sect, which happened to be used on my friend's father. That medicine is not a fairy pill at all, and I have never practiced any extraordinary skills!"

"So that's it, did I say, how come so many gods and ghosts come from in broad daylight?!" Wei Dao was a familiar person, and immediately laughed and shook his head, "It was just right to use Brother Zhao. I just argued with Bo Gao, Zishou and others about whether the matter of gods and immortals is trustworthy. You just happened to help me with evidence!"

As he spoke, he was about to pull Zhang Qian's arm. Zhang Qian was so scared that he quickly escaped for several steps and waved his hand with a smile, "Gang Jing, Brother Gang Jing, please forgive me. I am a newcomer. I am not familiar with you, such as Bo Gao, Zishou, and other heroes. As soon as you get in the table, I will help you argue with them first. It's really rude!"

"That's true!" Wei Dao pulled aloof and immediately realized his recklessness. He scratched the head on his head awkwardly, and smiled and sent an invitation, "Then let them go first. Ji Ling, please arrange for the servant to come and serve good wine! It's also for me to see what kind of nectar is the wine that Dr. He praised endlessly?"

"Brother Gangjing, don't worry, let me introduce Brother Yong Zhao and Bo Gao, Zishou and others to know each other!" Wang Zhihuan was willing to accompany this person to make trouble? He broke free from his pull and made an excuse to continue to take Zhang Qian deep into the garden. "Brother Yong Zhao, please follow me. Brother Zishou is a Jinshi in Chang'an (702) in the second year of Chang'an and has been exiled as an official. This year, he returned to Chang'an and accepted the assessment and selection of the Ministry of Personnel. His talent is a hundred times better than his younger brother. Mr. Zhang in the literary world said that he once praised him, and his articles are as simple as simple practice!"

"But Zhang Jiuling, who wrote "The bright moon is born on the sea, and the world is sharing this time"?!" Zhang Qian was shocked and blurted out his words when he asked.

‘Calm down, calm down!’ While trying to adjust his breathing, he tried his best to cheer himself up in his heart.’ This is a literary party organized by He Zhizhang and Zhang Ruoxu, two masters of the great masters, He Zhizhang and Zhang Ruoxu. Of course, the guest who came was not Bai Ding! He saw Wang Zhihuan and Zhang Jiuling, and his chin was shocked. Wait a moment, I don’t know which boss I would meet. If I hear a name, I will be shocked. When will I be so shocked today?’

He was just trying hard to hide his feelings, fearing that he would be laughed at. However, Wang Zhihuan was used to seeing others' names when he heard Zhang Jiuling's name. Therefore, he didn't feel anything strange about Zhang Qian's performance. He smiled and responded softly: "That's right, Brother Zhao also heard Brother Zishou's poem "Looking at the moon and reminiscing about the past. I thought before that Brother Zhao was away from the mountains and ignored the outside world!"

'I not only know this poem that looks at the moon and nostalgia, but also memorizes it thoroughly to memorize your climbing stork tower!' Zhang Qian secretly complained in his stomach, but tried hard to put on a very natural look on his face, explaining with a smile: "I didn't read it when I was in the mountains in my early years. After coming out of the mountain, I happened to read it in Renjiazhuang. After reading it, I was shocked!"

"Yong Zhao actually has the ability to remember everything he has seen. I admire you, admire you!" Wang Zhihuan didn't know that Zhang Qian had recited Tang poetry and Song lyrics since he was a child, so he immediately sighed at his superhuman memory.

Zhang Qian's face was so hot that he quickly waved his hand with a smile. He was about to find an excuse to distract the topic, but suddenly he heard a string of "ding ding dong dong" piano sounds, like big beads falling from a jade plate, covering all the noise around him in an instant

Instinctively looking in the sound, he saw a woman dressed in red and red dress, dressed like charcoal, sitting next to a cluster of golden chrysanthemums not far away, playing freely. The slow autumn wind accompanied the sound of the piano, and from then on, the woman blew by her clothes and hair, blew up like a painting.

"There are a few red lotus blooming where you step on. When you stand in the wind, your skirts are graceful and your hair is graceful!" Without warning, a famous modern poem poured into Zhang Qian's mind.

Just as I was about to stroking my hands and exclaim a few times, I asked the name of the woman playing the piano. But the duck voice of the Wei Dao was already heard in my ears. "I didn't know which lucky guy was the one who took out a good poem first. It attracted everyone to the Qin Rule and came to accompany him in advance. Alas, it's a pity that Wei is not good at this, otherwise..."

In the conversation, envy and jealousy are unconcealed!

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the piano in the wind came to an abrupt end. In the afterglow, the woman in red grabbed a sword from her side. She didn't use any metal objects to make a hammer, and directly pulled the sword out of the scabbard, poked it on the mud beside her, and used ten fingers with the piano cover to scatter it, "ding ding dangdang" sounded like a rain.

The autumn wind mixed with the faint fragrance of chrysanthemums instantly became cold, blowing people through their bodies and cool.

The Qinlu played the sword with his left hand and the piano with his right hand. He used his heart to interweave the sound of the falling pearls and the sound of the sword like a rain in the wind. In an instant, the silver bottle suddenly broke through the water and burst out, and the iron cavalry burst out with swords and guns.

Zhang Qian's hands suddenly froze in the air. Immediately, the hairs all over his body stood up and stood up.

Just at this moment, two servants who arrived hurriedly raised a wooden board together. A young scholar in blue threw the wine glass behind him, strode forward, grabbed the brush, and followed the sound of the piano to write on the wooden board.

Every word has the size of a fence.

Every word is as graceful as a stunning wild goose, as sharp as a dragon!

In a moment, the piano stopped, the pen stopped, and the autumn wind stopped.

But there is a faint fragrance of chrysanthemums that linger in the air for a long time.

"Okay" I don't know how long it took, but someone took the lead in cheering.

In an instant, most of the garden came alive again, cheering and applauding, like thunder.

"Brother Bo Gao is very talented and very lucky!" Wang Zhihuan's eyes were bright and his envy was beyond words.

"Who am I thinking it is? It turns out that it was Zhang Xu and Zhang Bogao who moved Mo Xing! No wonder everyone played the two zithers together to add color to his pen!" Looking at the Wei Dao and Wei Gangjing, he didn't even have the strength to envy. He shook his head a few times, then walked to the table closest to him, grabbed a wine pot, raised his head, and swallowed the siphon.

That year, Zhang Jiuling was about to reach his age.

Zhang Qian twenty-three, Zhang Xu and Qin Lu were both the same age as him, and Wang Zhihuan had just celebrated his 20th birthday.

That year, in the autumn wind, there were flowers, wine, and the sound of the piano.
Chapter completed!