In the Bai Song Mansion, you can always encounter some novel little objects.
Grapes are not uncommon in Chang'an. After all, there are many merchants from the Western Regions. This kind of fruit was often available in summer in previous years.
Now that summer has just begun, grapes are on sale in both the Western Market and the Eastern Market.
But I have never heard of wine.
"Different wines have different tastes and give people different experiences." Bai Song explained, filling Lu Yao a full glass.
Lu Yao took a sip and felt something interesting: "Such a sweet wine, it's quite easy to drink. Aren't you short of money? Why don't you sell this wine?"
"There are countless ways to make money in the world, how can you alone take advantage of them? Everything should be done in moderation, and some things should be regarded as small fun in life."
"Having a house full of women and hugging each other is your little hobby?"
"Every human being's life is about sex. Why do men seize power and make money, not for women?"
Lu Yao thought for a while and nodded with deep understanding: "When one day I gain power, I will also capture all the beauties in the world!"
"Pfft!" Bai Song squirted and then burst into laughter.
"What's so funny? Do you have the right to laugh at others?"
"It's unimaginable that you are more sultry than me. Lu Yaolu, a great talent, can actually have such vulgar wishes in his heart."
Lu Yao frowned, drank a glass of wine in one gulp, and put down the glass: "Okay, I'm just gossiping. I just got the news that Hou Junji is collecting evidence of your left arm in the imperial examination. You and Yu Ji
You must act immediately, otherwise there will be no time to prepare and you will be very passive. And I will do my best to buy time for you."
In a word, Bai Song felt the urgency.
What he cared about was not whether he could enter the East Palace. What he cared about was that the emperor granted him a marriage and wanted to take Shu Wang home.
This time, Shu Wang cannot be disappointed no matter what.
Lu Yao was planning the whole thing. Bai Song believed in Lu Yao's ability and felt that not everything had to be dominated by himself.
Obviously, Lu Yao had been preparing for this matter for a long time and had a plan in mind.
Bai Song is more concerned about the other party's plans and arrangements.
"What are your plans?"
"Now I can't speak in front of Hou Junji. He doesn't regard me as one of his own. If you want me to help you, you have to capture the young lady in the shortest possible time. Today's manuscript has an effect. Miss Hou is very interested in me."
My impression has obviously improved. But time does not allow us to grind slowly. We have to speed up the progress. I need your opinion, or... can you ghostwrite a love poem for Miss Hou and let her read it?
A heart-warming love poem?”
"Writing love poems?" Bai Song was a little surprised, "This is not a clever technique."
Bai Song felt in his heart that this method of chasing women was very low.
But in the ancient context, conveying feelings through poetry was far more effective than the Bai Song Dynasty imagined.
Girls these days are all doing this, especially our young ladies, who are thoughtful and love fantasy, and poetry is the greatest romance.
Bai Song did not object to ghostwriting poems, but he just ghostwritten them for Lu Yao. Is this necessary?
"You don't know how to write love poems yourself? The great talents in mainland China should disdain to borrow the talents of others, right?"
This was the biggest doubt of the Bai Song Dynasty. It was ridiculous to hear ghostwriting poems coming from Lu Yao's mouth.
Lu Yao frowned, lowered his head and sighed deeply: "I have stopped writing poems and lyrics long ago."
"What?" Bai Song opened his mouth in shock, "Why?"
"No matter how I write, I can't surpass you. I have been living in your shadow. I will never be able to write good works with this kind of mentality. Moreover, I now gradually understand what Mr. Yu said, the court cannot tolerate talented people.
Even if I write poems that go beyond Shui Tiao Ge Tou, it will not be of any benefit to me. Poetry gives me integrity, but it also gives me obstacles, making me have many worries in the court and unwilling to abandon the literati.
I have integrity and disdain to associate with villains. As a talented person, I will never be able to show my strength in the court. What I want is to have power over the court. In order to achieve this goal, I want to do whatever it takes. I don’t want my heart to change because of poetry.
You have to be soft. Do you understand?"
Lu Yao had changed a lot, much more than Bai Song could see in his eyes.
Bai Song didn't know what to say. He knew that what Lu Yao had experienced in the past six months was not as easy as his own.
This is Lu Yao's choice, there is no right or wrong, and now Lu Yao has just become a person who can agree with the court to survive.
Lu Yao poured himself another glass of wine, drank it all in one gulp, and shouted: "This wine is too weak!"
Bai Song smiled: "I'll get some strong wine."
"No need." Lu Yao pressed Bai Song's hand, "The past Lu Yao was indeed a bastard. He was unhappy when he saw people better than him. It was meeting you that awakened the current Lu Yao. So I really
I'm very grateful to you. I formed an alliance with you not only because of your unlimited potential. I also remember the time when you beat someone up for Changsun Huan. Because of you, I believe that there is real classmate friendship in this world, and I also long for this.
I have a true friend in my life. I, Lu Yao, will do anything for power, but no matter where I am, no matter how many years have passed, I will never be your enemy again in this life."
"Hmph..." Bai Song smiled arrogantly, touched his nose and said, "Why do I sound like I am confessing my love? Let me tell you, I am a straight man and will never be gay in this life."
"What do you mean?" Lu Yao didn't understand.
Bai Song stood up with a smile and shouted outside: "Bai Rou, get a pen and paper."
After a while, the pen and paper were placed on the stone table in the small pavilion.
Bai Song stood up, picked up his pen and splashed ink.
"The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silvery people are far away in darkness.
Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back.
If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?"
Lu Yao's eyes shone and he looked at Bai Song in shock.
Is this a love poem cleverly composed over a glass of wine?
Shocked, absolutely shocked.
In the past, Bai Song had laid the foundation for everything, but Lu Yao had never seen Bai Song's flash of inspiration.
Who in the world can compare with such a poetic talent?
Lu Yao knew that he would not be Bai Song's opponent if he lived another hundred years.
Bai Song smiled and threw away the pen.
"Let's see how it goes?"
"Bai Song, are you a monster?"
"Remember, the last sentence, if love lasts for a long time, how can we live together day and night? I am telling Miss Hou not to be too impatient. A Dream of Red Mansions is a good book, but you can't eat hot tofu if you are impatient. If you really like something
, we must give each other enough space.”
"Hahaha..." Lu Yao laughed heartily, "You are so despicable and shameless, Bai Song! It's obviously a flirtatious song, but it has to be linked to the Red Chamber. No wonder so many girls have deep feelings for you. It seems that I
There is still a lot to learn from you.”
Bai Song shook his hair, and with the help of alcohol, he waved his hands coquettishly: "Take it, take it, go and meet your Miss Hou. One song is not enough, there are two more, and I can't guarantee anything else. I want to talk about poetry."
, we have as much as we want here.”
Lu Yao tore up the poems on the table. For him, such short poems were familiar to him just by looking at them.
Bai Song brought some strong liquor, which was the real Wuliangye.
Today, he was really touched.
Lu Yao is not here to express his love, but to express his loyalty.
For such an arrogant person, Lu Yao actually took the initiative to reveal his innermost thoughts in front of Bai Song. This was tantamount to exposing his own weakness, and he was really completely defenseless against Bai Song.
On the contrary, Bai Song could not reveal his heart. He hid too many secrets and could never show them to others.
On one hand I was moved, on the other hand I felt guilty.
After a bottle of the best Wuliangye, both of them were drunk.
They both woke up at the same time, it was late night again.
They both went out at the same time, one went to the Hou Mansion and the other to the Yu Mansion.
…
People are fickle.
Looking back at his original intentions half a year ago, Bai Song cherished awe of history and wanted to maintain the balance that the world should have.
After discovering that the balance of the world had been broken, Bai Song also inadvertently gradually relaxed himself.
As one poem after another transcended time and space and appeared during the Zhenguan period, the Bai Song Dynasty enjoyed the achievements and pleasure of a prophet.
And the world has not gone in a worse direction than he worried about.
The Bai Song Dynasty had lost its own persistence, so it would borrow more works of sages without any ideological baggage.
Although he knows this is not good, the current living environment is forcing him to change some naive ideas.
Lu Yao said that Chang'an needed a literary saint, a literary saint who would give him and Lu Yao a platform.
Bai Song quickly understood what the other party meant.
He wanted to support the emergence of a new literary saint before the cheating in the imperial examination was exposed.
Use the mouth of literary sages to block the mouths of scholars all over the world.
Use the name of the literary sage to rectify the name of the Bai Song Dynasty.
A literary sage is like a public relations channel for later generations. A literary sage can change the direction of public opinion with just one sentence.
This kind of benefit cannot be given by any power.
The only thing that threatens Bai Song's entry into the East Palace is public opinion, because the emperor supports Bai Song. This is the arrangement behind the emperor's back. As long as the public opinion can be controlled, even if it is really cheating, the emperor will help Bai Song clear up.
All obstacles help Bai Song enter the East Palace safely.
Time is running out, Bai Song is about to take action.
He wanted to use Yu Ji's mouth to spread classics and create legends, so that the people of the Tang Dynasty could appreciate the wave of literary thought that spanned thousands of years.
The Yu Mansion is clean and tidy, with no servants or maids in the house, only dull fallen leaves and flying catkins.
Bai Song knocked on the door, and it was Yu Qingqing who opened it in person.
The little girl was still a little confused when Bai Song visited her late at night.
Yu Qingqing rubbed her eyes: "Bai Song, why are you here?"
"Where's your brother?"
"Asleep."
Bai Song was not polite and entered the Yu Mansion directly without waiting for the little girl's wishes.
This time he seemed to be even more depressed than the last time. Bai Song glanced at him and asked, "Why is there no one there?"
Yu Qingqing was a little embarrassed: "That...all the servants in the house have been dismissed."
"Why demobilization?"
"Grandpa has retired and returned to his hometown. My brother and I stayed in Chang'an because I wanted to get an official position. But there was no shortage of people in every government office. We lived in Chang'an for half a year without a clue. Staying here would be a waste of money, so my brother decided to leave recently.
Chang'an."
"Leaving Chang'an? Didn't we agree to do big things together?"