The city of Tokyo has ushered in the first snow of winter, and large tracts of goose-feather-like snowflakes have fallen on the cold ground and gradually accumulated without melting.
This is a real auspicious snow. For farmers, this snow means the arrival of a good harvest. For literati, it is a rare good scene for writing lyrics and poems.
There is always no shortage of talented people and beauties reciting poems and writing poems in the Plum Garden in the middle of the capital. Even the cold in winter will not affect them. What's more, today's rare good weather, although it is cold, the sunshine is always warm.
Celebrities from Beijing often gather here, including some from wealthy families. Just look at the crowd of carriages outside the Plum Garden and you will know how many noble people there are here.
Even the driver is wearing nice clothes, at least ordinary people are reluctant to wear silk short skirts.
In the plum garden, the sound of poetry and poetry can be heard endlessly. The women hide behind the gauze and sit in groups on the felt and whisper. The men's voyeuristic eyes from time to time will arouse a sense of shyness.
What a youthful hormone! This kind of shyness and longing between men and women is the same no matter what era. The three words "I love you" are heavier than mountains, so no one here will say these three words.
The deep love and admiration will be transformed into touching lyrics and music, revealed in the notes, floating slowly in ambiguity.
Only Ye An, an outsider, came with the invitation and whistled. He felt out of place and wondered that he didn't have such elegant friends in Tokyo. Who would send him an invitation inexplicably?
"The night is moving in the water pavilion, and the few things are far away. The autumn wind is breaking the reeds, and the stars are moving in the cold pool. Bai Shegu has made an appointment before, and the blue clouds are young and old. I sigh in the sky, and the elegant way is declining."
The appearance of a song and song immediately won the cheers of everyone present, but it was a pity that Zhao Zongli, who was sitting in the most conspicuous position in brocade clothes, looked ugly.
This poem is not the masterpiece of the "talented scholar" at all, but the poem of the late husband Kou Zhun. It seems that this person got it accidentally and thought it was a posthumous work that no one knew about. Who knows that when he showed it off here, it turned out that
So many people don't know it.
Zhao Zongshuo looked at the side and frowned slightly: "You called me here today just to listen to these people stealing words? You don't have much to do yourself?"
Zhao Zong laughed and said, "Brother, please be patient. The people we invited here today are all high-ranking officials and noble ladies in Tokyo. They say they are reciting poems to compete with each other, but in fact they are just to win over others. Brother always says that I don't do serious business.
Isn’t it business now? At least the noble daughter of the Wang family and the boy of the Li family already have a relationship, right?"
Zhao Zongli frowned and said, "I've already recognized my marriage, so what does it have to do with you?"
"Hey, brother doesn't know. Although we have known each other, the wedding date has not been set. The man and woman are not allowed to meet. Li Duanyi must be scratching his heart. My brother took this opportunity to let the golden boy and girl meet.
, isn’t it a good thing? Even if these two families don’t acknowledge my affection, Li Duanyi and the Wang family’s young lady still have to remember my kindness!”
Zhao Zongli looked at his cousin in surprise, nodded slightly and said: "You should step in and know how to win over people's hearts. Are you planning to win over these noble ladies in the government office? This friendship is not small. From now on..."
As he spoke, Zhao Zongli fell silent and stared at Ye An blankly. Then he looked at Zhao Zongshuo, who was evasive, and said with a sneer: "I thought you were good at winning people's hearts. It turned out that you were looking for these people to do it for you."
Help? Why, I still feel dissatisfied and angry? I even decided on the wedding date, but you still dared to go to Lan Kwai Fong last night? Isn’t it so painful to be beaten?!"
Zhao Zong said with a livid face: "It's all this kid's fault! Don't blame me, brother. Don't you want Zhongqiao to go to Zishan Hall to study with you? It's not like Ye An ruined the good thing, the official family would rather use a
My maternal relatives accompany him to study, and he doesn’t want to be a junior member of our clan. It’s really..."
"Shut up, these are the ideas of saints. What does it have to do with officials?!"
"A saint...a saint again...when will our Zhao family be left to her, a woman's family, to decide? Grandpa..."
A cold look came to Zhao Zong and he immediately stopped talking. He knew that this cousin was very powerful and could make him unlucky with just one word. His father told him to listen to him, and even his grandfather believed him.
Seeing Zhao Zong telling him to shut up, Zhao Zongli raised his eyebrows and said, "Did you send someone to deliver the post?"
"I didn't send someone directly, but through Li Duanyi. Things that can be done by just missing a word don't need to be tainted by me personally. On the contrary, there are traces of it." Zhao Zongshuo explained hurriedly and finally made the chill around him disappear.
Some.
"It's best. You plan to make others look embarrassed, but you can't show yourself. Even such a fool will know that you are behind it. It's ugly."
Zhao Zong said with a treacherous smile on his face. For him, there are many ways to make Ye An look embarrassed: "Isn't he, Ye An, known as a versatile man in both civil and military affairs? Then let him sumo wrestle with the idle guys in my family, no matter what
It also makes him lose face!"
Zhao Zongli didn't know what to say when he looked at this idiot. After all, Ye An was also the founding prince now. How could he sumo wrestling with those idle people?
"good!"
A burst of applause came, especially from Li Duanyi, whose voice even contained a bit of excitement. His applause was the loudest. When the Zhao brothers were confused, the servant sent a note. Zhao Zongli sighed slightly after reading it:
"This Ye An is very good in literature and has a lot of talent in speaking!"
"The plum blossoms and snow are not willing to fall in the spring, so the poet spent money on writing and commenting. The plum blossoms are three points whiter than the snow, but the snow loses the fragrance of the plum blossoms."
After Zhao Zong said this, he stared in the direction of Ye An and said angrily: "Who do you think this is?"
"A poet is a man of letters! Qu Yuan was a Li Sao...forget it, it's a waste of time to tell you. I asked you to read more books when I had nothing to do, but you just didn't listen!"
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Ye An sat on the felt and looked at Li Duanyi in surprise. He didn't expect that he had posted the post for him, but he was just wondering why he didn't sign it.
"Brother, please don't blame me. This snow-appreciation party in the Plum Garden was organized by Duke Zhao Zong of Qi State. You have a problem with him. They asked me to invite you but they were afraid that you wouldn't come. So I, my brother, can only do it for me."
Ye An glanced at the Zhao brothers sitting high up in the distance, frowned slightly and said, "So he plans to reconcile with me?"
Li Duanyi clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Isn't that right? My father said that it is not appropriate to end the matter between you and Duke Qi. Since he has taken the initiative to show his goodwill, you can just take the opportunity to step down."
"Does your father know?"
"I haven't told you yet..."
Ye An smiled and nodded: "In that case, it depends on his sincerity. As for you, it's best not to get involved. You and Yingniang will get married next year. It's really inappropriate to use this name to have a private meeting now.
It would be ugly if someone takes advantage of it.”
Li Duanyi was slightly embarrassed and said: "It's hard to understand the emotions in our thoughts. We can only meet each other through admiring the snow in this winter!"
Ye An rolled his eyes helplessly: "You are quite infatuated..." However, the eyes he looked at the Zhao brothers were full of vigilance.
He never feels that there is room for bargaining or even reconciliation when fundamental interests are touched. The shopping mall is like a battlefield. Once it starts, only the east wind will prevail over the west wind. There is no so-called handshake and peace.
If the Zhao brothers invite me here today, it will definitely be a feast for them...
The Plum Grove is a beautiful scene in Tokyo, and of course it is a place only for the nobles. Usually, literati are invited here to enjoy the snow and plum blossoms, but there are exceptions.
Hou San followed Wu Da closely, his hands hidden in his big sleeves clutching the exquisite head and face tightly. However, when he saw Ye An, his eyes were shocked and he almost held the hand in his hand.
My head and face fell to the ground, and there was only one voice in my heart shouting: How could this "living Yama" be here?!
Wu Da also saw Ye An, glared at Hou San and said: "What are you afraid of? How could he possibly recognize you? You are safe and sound now. When you meet the nobleman and send the things up, our brothers can be together."
The nobles have divided the accounts!"
Sure enough, Ye An passed by Wu Dahou San, with no change in the expression on his face. He even glanced at the two of them with disgust. This feeling of disdain was too familiar to Wu Dahou, which made him feel more at ease and patted him.
Hou San's shoulders led him towards the place where he was in charge...