The calendar used today is the Dayan Calendar, which is quite accurate. The four seasons in Tianbao Sixth Year are also distinct, with summer from April to June and autumn from July to September.
In mid-June, there is a great heat, which is a time when humidity and heat are combined and all things grow wildly.
In the early morning, Xue Bai hadn't woken up yet and was already sweating on the mat.
Vaguely, I felt someone taking off my clothes. I thought it was Lai Niang, so I pulled her catkin. When I opened my eyes, I saw that it was Qing Lan.
"Is your husband very hot?"
Qinglan didn't panic when one of her hands was held. She was now very used to holding hands with him. She picked up a round fan with her other hand and gently fanned him.
"It's okay, I can bear it."
"Why does Mr. Lang sleep for so long every day?"
"When the body grows."
Xue Bai muttered, woke up for a while, turned around and saw the little maid's bright eyes staring at his morning erection again.
She looked at it seriously, and after a while she realized that he had noticed her, and immediately lowered her head shyly.
"Lang Jun, I just thought about when I was in the tank, I didn't... I didn't mean anything else..."
Only then did Xue Bai realize that he was still rubbing her tender hands, with a thought in his mind. But when he saw the little girl's face was red, she was inexperienced.
"Do you know how to prevent pregnancy?"
"Mr. Lang? What?"
"Oh, it's okay."
The Du sisters and Yang Yuyao used to refuse to let him worry about these things, but the little girl doesn't know anything and can cause big trouble.
What's more, the matter of her lowly status has not been settled yet. If she has a child, she will be relegated to the lowly status.
Xue Bai turned over and thought that living alone with a man and a woman was always too challenging, so he might as well kick her out of the main house.
Thinking again, I have been tested for a long time and I am not afraid.
…
Now Wang Zhongsi has been back to the northwest for two months and has not yet begun to attack Shibao City. I only know that the imperial court has been sending officials to urge him.
Although I don't know how long it will take, once he captures Shibao City to report his merits and redeem Qinglan's citizenship, someone will definitely use the case of the three common people to stir up trouble. Xue Bai wants to make preparations as soon as possible.
In addition, the Imperial Examination will be held in less than two months, followed by the Mid-Autumn Festival. The emperor will hold an imperial banquet in Qinzheng Tower, and An Lushan will also go to Chang'an to present treasures.
Xue Bai thought about it, and to be on the safe side, he should offer something to the current emperor's interest.
He planned to write an opera based on the outline of "The Romance of the West Chamber", find some literati to polish it, and find some singers to rehearse it, so as to open the eyes of Li Longji, the founder of the opera garden.
When he got up to change clothes, he asked: "If you want to buy a singer, should you go to the East Market to find Nu Yalang?"
"Langjun wants to buy a singer?" Qinglan was very wary of this, "But... if you want to watch her dance, I can also dance for you."
"You can also dance, let me see."
Qing Lan was a little embarrassed, took two steps back, squirmed for a while, spread her arms, and danced around.
In the early morning, she was wearing thin clothes in the house, her skirt was fluttering, and she showed off a very attractive look, a little clumsy, which looked cute...but it was not really a dance at all.
"Mr. Lang, isn't it good?"
Xue Bai smiled.
Qinglan flattened her mouth and murmured in a low voice: "Caiyun said I dance beautifully. If you want to see me dance, I'd better be beautiful."
"What are you talking about?" Xue Bai said: "I want to find a professional and serious rhythm dance to educate me."
Qinglan didn't believe him and secretly scolded her husband for being a coward. He didn't want to watch the beautiful maids dance at home, and wanted to spend money to buy a singer from outside.
"Mr. Lang is about to take the annual exam. I think it's better to study peacefully."
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Xue Bai is indeed studying with peace of mind.
He often goes to Yanzhai to learn how to take exams...
"There are three scientific examinations for Jinshi, including classics, poems, and questions. In addition, calligraphy also affects the ranking."
Yan Yan held a ruler in her hand. Although she didn't dare to hit Xue Bai, she would pat her little palm from time to time.
"The scriptures are nothing more than filling in the Confucian and Taoist scriptures and memorizing them by rote; answering questions and answers about current affairs, just having something to say; calligraphy, my brother got the true biography of the Yan family, and he is getting better and better day by day. These brothers can barely pass the test. It can be seen that
What are your weaknesses?"
She is not old, but her aura is not small. In the tone of a teacher, she asks and answers: "Poems and Fus. The master praises and criticizes. In fact, poems and Fus, poems and Fus are the most important. What is the result? Poetry is famous."
Xue Lang from Chang'an wrote poems and essays for the examination, and the rhyme and rhyme were a mess. If it were spread, wouldn't it be embarrassing?"
Speaking of rising, Yan Yan imitated the way Yan Zhenqing taught her a lesson when she was a child, glaring at Xue Bai's face.
It's a pity that the word "oh" at the end was not suppressed, and the childish anger came out.
Xue Bai then turned to look at her, but she herself lost her momentum first and ran away coquettishly.
"Ahem, I'm so angry at you anyway, so now I have to teach you. Well, let's take a look, and I'll teach you based on the imperial examinations over the years."
"good."
Yan Yan was already prepared. She took out a scroll from the shelf, unfolded it, and said: "In the spring of Jiayin in the second year of Kaiyuan, the title is Flag Fu, with the rhyme of 'windy sun and cloudy fields, military country is purified'. Brother is here."
Write an article."
"..."
After a while, Yan Yan frowned slightly, feeling a little confused.
But she did have a patience for Xue Bai that others did not have. She quickly opened her brows and spread the scroll in front of Xue Bai.
"It doesn't matter, let's take a look at the No. 1 scholar's poem at that time, 'The beauty of the country is beautiful, and the banner of Liangzi is multi-functional. Wen Cheng Ri Peng, the shadow disappears in the sky. The fog hangs in the wind, and the wind suddenly sways.' Here.
, Gong, Kong, Feng, what rhyme do you use?”
Xue Bai pondered.
Du Wei once gave him a copy of "Qie Yun", and he worked hard to memorize it, but it was much more difficult than memorizing a dictionary.
"Dongyun." Yan Yan reminded, "It's Dongyun."
Xue Bai read it a few more times and asked: "Why do 'empty' and 'wind' have the same rhyme?"
"That's how Gu Yun reads it. Look at my tongue...long...does it sound like the sound of wind? Brother, just remember it like this..."
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Wei Yun sat on the edge and embroidered until Xue Bai stood up and left.
"Master's wife, the student has left."
"Sanniang is ignorant and her words are neither big nor small. Don't get angry with her."
"No, Sanniang taught me a lot. There is no longer or less. Where the Tao lies, the teacher lies."
Since Xue Bai had received favor from the Yan family, he still cared about some things and said: "Zhenren Qixuan was practicing in seclusion a while ago. I plan to visit Zhongnan Mountain in the next few days and ask him to treat Sanniang."
"You kid, you've taken the trouble." Wei Yun smiled, looked at Xue Bai a few times, and said, "It looks like he's grown taller again. It's autumn and I have to cut two more clothes."
She asked the embroiderer at home to measure Xue Bai's measurements, and chatted about family matters, starting with Yan Yan's illness.
"Sanniang was weak since she was a child. Some people said it was due to conflicts with our couple. In addition, we had never raised a daughter, so she was adopted and raised by my brother and sister-in-law for nine years. Therefore, although she is our only daughter, she is also the third child in my brother-in-law's family.
mother……"
This "brother and sister-in-law" refers to Yan Zhenqing's elder brother Yan Gaoqing and his wife Cui.
Xue Bai was very interested in this person and inquired specifically. He learned that Yan Gaoqing had become an official in Menyin, and had first served as Fanyang Hucao in the army. He was now serving under An Lushan, and An Lushan had great trust in him and recommended him to the camp.
Judge Tian.
Just yesterday, the Yan family received the letter. Yan Gaoqing will come to Chang'an with An Lushan next month.
"So, Sanniang has two father-in-law and mother-in-law."
"Well, they are all my grandpa and grandma."
Xue Bai said naturally: "When autumn comes, when Mr. Yan arrives in Chang'an, I should also pay him a visit in person."
Yan Yan rolled her eyes and immediately knew that this brother was trying to make friends with officials again. She sighed helplessly and looked at him as if she had no choice.
"..."
After a few pleasantries, Xue Bai left.
Returning to Xue's house, Du Wulang was actually there again.
"The annual exam is coming soon, and then the Spring Festival?" Xue Bai asked, "Don't you want to study?"
"I am Ming Jing Ke." Du Wulang said matter-of-factly, "It's the same wherever you recite scriptures. I can also bring Jiulang and Eleventh Lang to study together when I come here."
"Really? But I didn't see you reciting it."
"No hurry, wait until lunch."
"You'll be sleepy again by then."
Xue Bai was too lazy to pay attention to Du Wulang anymore and turned back to the west backyard. He and Qing Lan had lunch together, rolled out the scroll, picked up the pen, and prepared to write an opera.
However, the brush hung on the paper and did not fall down for a long time.
Until someone knocked on the door again in the east courtyard.
Xue Bai actually put a knocker on the inner courtyard door, and refused to open the courtyard wall to better integrate with the Xue family.
"Brother Six, someone is here again." Xue Shiyilang said, "Brother Six is a famous person, right? There are so many people coming to visit, I feel like a doorman."
Xue Bai touched the child's head and said, "If you study hard and study hard, you will become a famous scholar in the future."
"Okay, I want to be like Sixth Brother."
This time it was Princess Yuzhen who sent the message, inviting him to a banquet the next day.
Xue Baizheng wanted to pay a visit to Princess Yuzhen because of Yan Yan's affairs, and he happily agreed. He went back to the west backyard to pick up a pen, thought hard for a long time, and finally wrote something.
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The next day, I met Wang Wei in front of Princess Yuzhen's residence in Taipingfang.
Wang Wei just came over from the office, wearing a red official robe.
"Mr. Mojie is so polite." Xue Bai looked at him with a smile and said, "This new official robe better suits your temperament."
"It's thanks to you." Wang Wei didn't see much joy on his face. He waved his hands lightly and said, "I have been promoted to the doctor of the Treasury."
"Congratulations."
Even if he is a poet, he has to express his position after receiving benefits from Xue Bai this time.
"The annual exam is coming, spring is coming, you should work harder and don't let anyone take the blame."
What this meant was that Wang Wei was willing to help Xue Bai get the first place, so he persuaded him to really gain more knowledge, so as to avoid another farce that would make the scene unsightly.
Xue Bai said with a smile, "I have my own way in the spring. If Mr. Mojie feels that he owes me a favor and owes it first, he will pay for it later."
Wang Wei frowned slightly, as if he didn't want to owe a favor.
The two of them walked into the huge princess mansion, and Xue Bai took out a scroll and handed it over.
"Sir, please take a look."
"This is?"
"Drama." Xue Bai said, "I want to write a drama, but my ability is limited. I would like to ask Mr. Mojie to write it together."
He said they were writing the book together, but in fact he wanted to ask Wang Wei to write the book, while he only provided guidance.
After all, the story of the monkey can be told in the vernacular, but opera is all about real skills.
He did not ask Yan Zhenqing to take action on this matter, because Yan Zhenqing was very practical and did not like to please the emperor with these gorgeous poems. In this regard, Wang Wei's talent was obviously more outstanding. After all, he once served as Tai Lecheng, specializing in music and dance.
Wang Wei stopped and stared at the content on the scroll with something strange in his eyes.
After a long time, he put away the scroll and handed it back to Xue Bai's arms.
"I can't do this."
"Mr. is extremely talented and proficient in music."
"It's too gorgeous." Wang Wei said lightly, "It conflicts with my writing style. If I write it for you, it will affect my poetry."
Although he knew that this was a good opportunity to gain the favor of the Holy Spirit, he was not so motivated after all.
But thinking of his friendship with Xue Bai, he still said: "I will find someone to write for you on this matter."
"Thank you, Mr. Mojie."
Wang Wei nodded calmly, and a maid came to greet them in front, taking them both to change clothes and rest for a while.
Somewhat strangely, Xue Bai was taken to the backyard alone, bypassed the many courtyard walls, and went straight to an attic.
The maid stopped and Wan Fu said: "Xue Lang, please come in."
The surroundings are very quiet, and there is a door ajar on the other side of the corridor.
Xue Bai realized something was wrong, but it was nothing more than soldiers coming to block it and water coming to cover it up. He stepped over and pushed the door open.
There is a person standing behind the curtain.
Lifting the curtain, he saw that this man was in his forties, with a tall figure and several raised scars on his face. He was none other than the eldest son of the emperor, Prince Qing Li Cong.
…
"Xue Lang, there is no need to be polite."
Li Cong didn't wait for Xue Bai to salute, but took a step forward, held his arms, and took a deep look at him.
Although the scarred face looked a little scary when he got closer, Li Cong's eyes were very kind.
"It looks like, it really looks like."
"What did Prince Qing mean?"
"Shenyu Huijie, tall and handsome, with such a handsome appearance, you are worthy of being the queen of the Xue family." Li Cong murmured to himself: "I saw you in the Forbidden Garden before, and I was thinking that you really look like the Prince Consort.
Xue Xi."
Just listen to this kind of talk. Ten years have passed and you can tell whether the ghost looks like it or not. What we are talking about is friendship, and it is all about interests.
Xue Bai didn't answer.
Although he had a premonition that something like this would happen, he was far from ready to be Xue Pingzhao.
At this time, it would be very disadvantageous for him to make friends with Li Cong and get involved in the struggle for the throne.
Because what Li Longji is most afraid of are these restless people in the Ten Kings' House. As a minister, whoever recruits them will get into trouble.
Li Cong seems to be the king of Qing, but in fact he has no power and is just a prisoner.
But this kind of thing is unavoidable. When both the Right Prime Minister's Palace and the East Palace regard Xue Bai as a member of King Qing's family, the truth and falsehood are no longer important. And Xue Bai is still very young, but Li Longji will die sooner or later. By then, this will happen.
Relationships that are harmful but useless will become crucial again.
It is extremely difficult to grasp the appropriateness. Many people were killed in Dali Temple with sticks because they failed to grasp this appropriateness, and their entire families were sent to Lingnan.
"I don't understand what Prince Qing is saying." Xue Bai said.
"The Eighteenth Mother has exposed this matter, and said that you and I have a relationship." Li Cong said: "It shows that Concubine Wu Hui's children will not let you go."
Coincidentally, Li Niang was the eighteenth among the princesses, and Li Xuan was the eighteenth among the princes, both of whom were born to Concubine Wu Hui.
Xue Bai said: "She made a false accusation. The sage does not believe it."
"Sooner or later they will prove this." Li Cong sighed, "When Concubine Wu Hui planned the case of three common people, the prince and I had a deep relationship and tried our best to save his sons. Unfortunately, I was unable to save the Xue family. I still hate it. Today.
You have finally grown up, but your talent is so great that you will definitely become a thorn in the side of Concubine Wu Hui and her family, and you will be in great danger by then."
There are many hidden meanings in these words. For example, if the deposed prince Li Ying is said to be the prince, where does that leave Li Heng? Although Concubine Wu Hui and her family pose a small threat to the throne, they are their common enemy.
Xue Bai knew that he was in danger. Before meeting Li Cong, he was preparing to deal with it, but when he met Li Cong, he was even more in danger.
He then maintained a calm and gentle attitude and denied it, saying: "I am not the son of the consort Xue Xiu. How are they going to prove this?"
This made Li Cong a little disappointed. He thought that everyone would hit it off. But this was a big deal, and he couldn't be discouraged because of it, and he still maintained a close attitude.
"You do."
When talking about this matter, Li Cong's tone was more decisive than others, saying: "You will know this matter as soon as you ask Si Niang."
"Fourth mother?"
"Princess Tang Chang, she was imprisoned in Tang Chang Temple in Anyefang and became the female crown."
Xue Bai asked back: "If it is true, I am afraid that my death is coming, maybe King Qing will protect me?"
"I will try my best." Li Cong said without hesitation.
After saying that, he stepped forward and patted Xue Bai's upper arm gently, and said: "Since you can achieve this, I believe there must be a way."
"Prince Qing is only afraid of misunderstanding."
"It doesn't matter, you will trust me in the future."
Li Cong has no power at all, so he is not here to help, but to express his position.
As the Yang Party's power grew, it had to confront the East Palace. Sooner or later, it would be necessary to find a prince to support him. He thought he was the best candidate, and thought that Xue Bai would naturally get close to him.
However, Xue Bai didn't think it was necessary to decide who to support first, just like Li Linfu didn't know that King Shou had no future for a long time?
It is precisely Li Linfu who understands too well that the saint only cares about himself and does not care so much about the future of the Tang Dynasty. Whether the prime minister can suppress the prince is the key. Who will be the prince in the future? The saint has more than 20 sons and more than a hundred grandsons.
, as long as you have the power, who can you support?
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Xue Bai walked down to the attic. There was no one else in the courtyard. There was only a maid who led Xue Bai to the front hall for the banquet.
He recalled what had just happened in his mind and concluded that Li Cong was not sure that he was Xue Pingzhao at all. The reason he said that was just to trick him into finding Princess Tang Chang. And once he went and was discovered, whether it was true or false, he would
Will become Xue Pingzhao, and everyone's interests will be completely bound together.
The risks of this matter are too great and the benefits are too small, but sooner or later we will face it.
Responses may need to catch up more quickly.
…
Entering the front hall and sitting down, Princess Yuzhen and Wang Wei have not arrived yet.
However, two female crowns walked side by side and floated in. One looked like a lotus with noble temperament, and the other looked like a peach blossom with its scorching flowers. They were Li Tengkong and Li Jilan.
Li Tengkong was holding a fly whisk and was still reserved. When Li Jilan saw Xue Bai, his eyes lit up and he stepped forward and handed a stack of colorful papers to him with both hands.
"Xue Lang, can you comment on your lyrics for me?"
Xue Bai looked around, and what he saw in her beautiful eyes was actually her love for poetry.
He was stunned for a moment, then took the colored paper and saw a small poem first.
"From near to far to east and west, from deep to shallow clear streams."
"The highest is the bright sun and the moon, the closest relatives are the distant husband and wife."
Xue Bai looked at it and felt a little silent, knowing that he could not comment on this female poet at all.
But he put one hand on his scroll, thinking back to Wang Wei's words, he already understood who was suitable to write the drama he wanted.
I'll go through Chapter 2 again, about twenty minutes~~