If we just talk about appearance, Princess Chengyang and Princess Zhaoyang are two extremes. Princess Zhaoyang is as luxurious and graceful as a red peony, but Princess Chengyang is as lively and lively as a lotus.
Zhao Lanshe looked up and saw that most of the ladies here were dressed up in a fancy way, and even the smell of various powders mixed together was a bit overwhelming.
But there was a man wearing the same simple clothes as her sitting at the end of the table. The man had a braid in front of his right ear, and his eyebrows were even deeper.
However, the only empty seat besides the one to the left of the princess was here. Zhao Lanshe thought at this moment: If he had known that the Hundred Flowers Banquet in Chang'an would be like this, he would have changed into new clothes.
Zhao Lanshe was not a brainless idiot. Naturally, he knew that the princess was just being polite to her cousin, a cousin she had never met before. His eyes almost showed disdain, so he replied:
"My cousin didn't know until I arrived in Chang'an yesterday. How can I trouble my cousin to change the already arranged seats for Chengyang? Chengyang can just sit at the bottom seat." Then he took his seat casually.
Why is Zhao Yuezhi so crazy today? Why do I always feel a little inexplicable hostility? Wasn't it quite good yesterday? Zhao Lanshe thought.
The young ladies in Chang'an City couldn't help but look at this woman carefully. Sitting there was a proton sent by Beirong. She was also a prince who was not very favored by Beirong. Otherwise, how could she be sent to be the eldest maid next to Princess Lian?
What about the protons that are inferior to them?
However, due to his status, he was present at various large and small banquets in the palace, but no one ever took him seriously, and even sometimes made fun of him. The Princess of Chengyang probably didn't know, otherwise
How could it be so?
After Zhao Lanshe took his seat, he looked at the boy sitting next to him.
The boy's eyes were amber, which was different from those of the Central Plains people. His brown hair was tied with a red rope, with black jade on his forehead, and three copper rings in each ear. Zhao Lanshe stared at him curiously for a while.
The man seemed to feel her gaze and glanced at her unnaturally, then picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.
"Since Princess Chengyang has arrived today, why not start our Liushang Qushui Poetry Club right now. I just wonder if my sister is good at poetry and songs? If so..." Zhao Yuezhi, who was on top of the throne, said hesitantly.
"If you're not good at it, then my sister doesn't have to participate." After saying this, the princess raised her glass to Zhao Lanshe and smiled.
It is true that Zhao Lanshe has never participated in a poetry meeting, but just because he has never eaten pork does not mean he has never seen pigs running away.
Besides, based on his observations in the past three years, Zhao Lanshe found that this seemed to be an imaginary era. Li Bai, Du Fu, Su Shi, and Ouyang Xiu didn't all appear. Isn't it a coincidence? If I can't compose poetry, I can't memorize it.
Really? Thinking of this, he blurted out: "Thank you cousin for thinking about it for me. Lan She knows a little bit about poetry."
"Okay, I hope my cousin will have a good time." Seeing that he was in a dilemma, Zhao Yuezhi turned to the man next to Zhao Lanshe with a smile and said, "I wonder if Mr. Yelu wants to participate this time?"
The man raised the wine glass in his hand towards Zhao Yuezhi and said with a smile: "Princess, just enjoy yourself. I'm not good at poetry, so naturally I won't participate."
As soon as this statement came out, there was naturally a lot of discussion at the table, and a sharp and annoying voice came from somewhere:
"The Yi people are Yi people after all. Even if they grew up in Chang'an, they can't change their barbaric nature. After staying in Chang'an City for more than ten years, they can't even write poems and songs..."
Zhao Lanshe looked up, and saw a woman in aqua blue dress squinting at this side and taunting her. Then she glanced at the man sitting next to her, and saw that there was no trace of color on his face, and he even poured a glass of wine.
With a glass full of wine, Zhao Lanshe couldn't help but said:
"Which princes, generals and ministers would rather have their own kind? Lan Sheda dares to ask the girl if her ancestors have never declined? And is it true that all princes, generals and ministers in all dynasties come from powerful families?"
"My father is Gu Qian, the Minister of Household Affairs, so he has never declined." The woman in blue replied.
"Chengyang is not talented. When I was young, my husband briefly talked about classics and history with Chengyang." Zhao Lanshe stood up and glanced at Zhao Yuezhidao.
Zhao Yuezhi nodded. She wanted to see what her cousin, who grew up in a fiefdom, could do. I think she specially emphasized the word "Chengyang" just to tell Gu Qingxiao that she had something.
The foreign man sitting next to Zhao Lanshe, the titled princess, glanced at her in surprise, then narrowed his eyes, as if the matter had nothing to do with him and he was concerned about it.
"If Chengyang remembers correctly, Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Western Han Dynasty, was born in a small family, and Sima Ranju, the famous general in the Spring and Autumn Period, was born in the common people. Miss Gu, do you want Chengyang to continue talking?" Zhao Lanshe said.
"..." The woman in blue mostly retorted silently. Although she did not answer, she stared at Zhao Lanshe closely for a while.
Zhao Yuezhi, who was in charge, saw that things were a bit deadlocked, so he smiled and smoothed things over and said, "Let's just let this matter go with Lan She. If this continues, I'm afraid this poetry meeting will be shelved."
Zhao Lanshe saluted Zhao Yuezhi and smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you very much, cousin, for reminding me, otherwise Lanshe would have forgotten about the poetry meeting."
"Then let's get started. The rules are the same as before. The maid will put the wine glass in the water. Whoever stops in front of the wine glass will take a drink and compose a poem. There is no limit to the theme." Zhao Yuezhi said.
As the palace musicians gently plucked the strings, a sound of clear spring came. At this time, the palace maid was placing a lotus with a wine glass on the water. The lotus flowed down the river, swaying in the air.
In front of a girl in green clothes, a few white apricot flowers in a hairpin added a bit of gentleness to her.
She stood up gracefully, picked up the wine glass, raised her lips and said with a smile: "Then I'll throw a brick first." Then she drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and then said: "Falling flowers come from time to time, and they are fragrant with the flowing water from afar.
"(from Liu Xu" "Que Ti")
"What a poem, she deserves to be Miss Wen, who is known as the most talented woman in Chang'an." A man in the crowd wearing a moon-white double-breasted robe could not help but applaud.
Zhao Yuezhi glanced at the man with some dissatisfaction, put the cup in his hand on the table, and said with a smile: "Miss Wen's talent has always been outstanding in the capital, so let's continue."
Soon after, the lotus stopped in front of a man. The man swung his wine glass and said slowly: "Spring is particularly shallow, willows are in the beginning, and apricots are in the beginning. There is a home where the willows and apricots intersect." (from Cheng Yan's "
"Sorrowful and leaning on Lan")
After a few rounds, Zhao Lanshe was not drawn. At this time, Zhao Lanshe was seen talking to the person next to him, of course... although it might just be Zhao Lanshe talking to himself.
Zhao Lanshe gently tugged on the sleeve of the person next to him and asked in a low voice: "I heard they said you are the heir apparent from Beirong, so can you tell me what your name is?"
"..." The young man just looked down at her, and then didn't say anything. He just took out his sleeve from her hand.
"Princess Chengyang?" The Wen girl who wrote the poem just now was calling her softly.
Of course, it was probably because his luck had run out that Zhao Lanshe was caught on a mission just now. The lotus flower in front of him probably stayed in front of him for a while, and some people in the crowd seemed to be laughing secretly.
Zhao Lanshe picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. Not to mention the strong drink, she only felt a burning sensation in her throat. She suddenly remembered Ouyang Xiu's poem, rolled her eyes and said: "Bish the wine to the east wind, and let's be calm together. Chuiyang Zimoluo
To the east of the city, we always joined hands and traveled all over the place." (from Ouyang Xiu's "Lang Tao Sha") I thought, Mr. Ouyang, I'm sorry, I'll lend you a poem first.
"What a journey through the fragrant bushes." A man wearing a round-collar robe with blue waves and a moire pattern and a black sword at his waist walked in from outside the hall, bowed to Zhao Yuezhi who was sitting on the throne and continued:
"I didn't know there was such a big-hearted woman in Chang'an City." Then he walked to Zhao Yuezhi's left and glanced at Zhao Lanshe.
A man in blue at the guest seat smiled and said: "Brother Pei is here, he always makes the princess wait..."
Before he could finish his words, the woman in pink clothes sitting next to him covered his mouth. The woman smiled and said, "Eldest brother had too much wine today and is a little drunk. I hope the princess won't blame you."
Pei Ji didn't react at all, but glanced at the man briefly and sat down on his own. Zhao Yuezhi's face was almost green with anger, but he couldn't say it because of his face.
Zhao Lanshe also understood the current scene and couldn't help but look at the man in blue a few more times, not knowing whether he was really stupid or pretending to be stupid.
Zhao Yuezhi grew up with Pei Ji since childhood, and he also had admiration in his heart. Although it was unreasonable for Pei Ji to be so indulgent, Zhao Yuezhi never cared. When he finished the second half of the sentence, Zhao Yuezhi was smiling.
His face froze there, but he smiled again in an instant and said: "Aji, this is Princess Chengyang who is coming to Beijing today. It is true that you didn't know about it. I didn't know about it until now."
Zhao Lanshe naturally heard the meaning of her cousin's words, but the figure that came in just now looked familiar to Zhao Lanshe, but for a while she couldn't remember where she had seen it before. She hadn't seen it for a long time.
Move away half a minute.
Pei Ji poured himself a glass of wine, raised his eyes to look at the Chengyang Princess, and saw a girl of about thirteen years old staring at him. He couldn't help but laugh and said: "Young master, I thought...
Who is it? It turns out to be you, little brat." By the way, he raised his eyebrows.
As soon as Zhao Lanshe heard the word "little brat", he immediately knew who it was. Isn't this the "little brat" who just made a fool of himself on the way and disappeared, and even mocked him?
It can be seen that the other party is about fourteen or fifteen years old, but who asked him to call him a brat?
"It turns out it's you, Uncle Haitang." Zhao Lanshe said in a sinister tone, deliberately lengthening his voice.
"Ah Ji, do you know each other?" Zhao Yuezhi seemed a little confused.
Pei Jizheng was confused by Zhao Lanshe's remark about "Little Uncle Haitang". How could he elaborate with Zhao Yuezhi and just said perfunctorily: "I don't know him, but I have met him before."
