Slightly stroking his three-inch short beard, Mr. Tai Le Cheng said in a deep voice: "Earth flowers can be both white and red, and I can still love this work in the evening. I would rather grow old with fragrant branches than dance with the yellow leaves in the autumn wind."
Everyone was stunned for a moment at first, and then the praises came pouring in.
"As expected of Mojie, the artistic conception of this poem is lofty, and I can't wait to see it." Cen Shen, who was kneeling beside him, nodded and praised the poem unreservedly. In Cen Shen's view, he can be true to his heart and not be famous.
Reins and locks
, In this dynasty, only Wang Weier, who lives alone in Wangchuan bieye and lives a semi-official and semi-hidden life, can write such harmonious and beautiful poems with such a peaceful mind; only he can deserve such an elegant and free life.
Wonderful word!
Wang Wei looked around and nodded slightly to everyone to express his gratitude.
"Okay, what a poem!" Although Yang Zhao couldn't hear the merits of this poem, he still wanted to give it to Wang Wei. "This chrysanthemum poem by Tai Lecheng is really a unique work. This is so.
Isn’t it a loss to the imperial court if you are not promoted because of your talent? I will start a report to your majesty tomorrow to protect you from the lack of a good official!"
After hearing this, everyone frowned and coughed slightly. On such a beautiful day, enjoying good poems and wine, but they heard such straightforward utilitarian words, it was no less disgusting than eating a fly while being arrogant.
.This does not mean that they
They regard the official positions of nobility as dirt, but literati have the ethics of literati, and literati have the bottom line of literati. When you recite poems to make the moon shine, you should recite poems to make the moon look better. If you let the smell of copper get in the smell, you will no longer be able to produce good works. In the end, it is the origin that matters.
The street gangsters at the bottom are not enough for me.
Yang Zhao seemed to be aware of the problem in his words, and immediately stopped talking and smiled awkwardly.
"Good poems need to be continued by good poems. Once Tai Le Cheng's masterpiece comes out, everyone should work harder." Yang Huahua smiled softly and said. Although she felt very ashamed of this clan brother's rogue appearance, she couldn't help it.
Not trying to mediate for him in every possible way, just because he is the only frontman the Yang family can use to make a move.
"It should be so, it should be so!" Yang Zhao also reacted and agreed repeatedly.
Yang Huahua nodded lightly, and the jade cup slowly drifted down the river from the maple forest. As for where it stopped and where it was heading, it was not a matter of concern to everyone.
"Brother Kuo'er, let me tell you, no one here can write a poem that surpasses this poem." Zhang Yanji tore off a piece of bear paw, chopped it into pieces and threw it into his mouth.
Li Kuo shook his head and said: "In my opinion, Master Tai Lecheng was warning the Yang family with this poem, but they didn't hear the slightest bit."
"What? This poem can also be used to admonish? Why didn't I hear anything?" Zhang Yanji asked while chewing on the meat.
"Mortals, mortals!" Zhou Wuwei shook his head lightly and said directly: "Now the power of the Yang family is at its peak. In the Tang Dynasty, except for the right prime minister who can suppress it a little, I am afraid no one can curb the arrogance of the Yang family.
It’s just as the saying goes, when the water is full, it overflows, and when the moon is full, it loses. Everything has a cycle of cause and effect. If you don’t know how to restrain yourself and try to go against nature, you will only reap the consequences.”
"Hey, you damn fat man. Why do you act like a fortune teller? But there seems to be some truth to it." After a slight pause, Zhang Yanji continued: "My father often told me that the more powerful you are, the more powerful you will be.
You have to be careful, because when you climb halfway up the mountain, you are climbing up, but if you reach the top, you will have to fall towards the bottom of the mountain."
Li Kuo nodded lightly: "The most terrifying thing is not lack of ability, but lack of awareness."
In the blink of an eye, it was already dark. The maids of the Yang family placed the candles they had prepared on both sides of the Tanjiang River. For a moment, the entire backyard of the Yang family was as bright as daylight. The jade cup slowly floated away and tripped on a square stone, causing it to explode.
Stopped in front of Li Kuo.
The young man was stunned and at a loss for a moment. Is it my turn to write a poem?
"Whose young man is this? Why do you look so handsome?" Yang Zhao saw Li Kuo's handsome face and felt a sudden affection for him, so he asked in a low voice. Yang Zhao replied softly: "It is said that he is the only son of former left prime minister Li Shizhi.
, he was given the military title of Xuejie Colonel for his outstanding performance at the polo match not long ago."
"Oh?" Yang Zhao was interested for a moment. During the palace polo match, he happened to be checking the land acres reported by the counties in Gyeonggi Province, so he missed a wonderful duel.
"Isn't that right? This young man of the Li family should be serving under Ge Shuhan now. He is capable of both literary and military skills, but he is just a useless official." Yang Huahua took up her scattered hair and softened it.
vocal tract.
Huh? Li Shizhi, Li Linfu... For Yang Zhao, it didn't matter whether Li Kuo was talented or not. What he valued most was a person's loyalty. There were so many juniors in the Tang Dynasty, and many were talented, but why were they not reused?
Only those more than a thousand? The Yang family has a weak foundation and needs to cultivate a large number of confidants for its own use. But this does not mean
Yang Zhao will relax the review standards for his disciples. Poor ability and low talent can be cultivated slowly, but if there is a rebellion in the back of the head, who is not afraid of being stabbed in the back? Li Kuo's grandfather is Li Shizhi, so he and Li Linfu should be at odds with each other.
.Based on the principle that the enemy of his enemy is his friend, Yang Zhao became very interested in Li Kuo.
Li Kuo calmed down his emotions, pondered for a moment and then said: "The light muscles and weak bones disperse the secret flower, and the golden pistil spreads like clouds. If you want to know, the old trillium medicine will bloom when all the herbs are destroyed."
"Huh?" Yang Zhao snorted and looked at Yang Huahua subconsciously. He was not good at rhythm and could barely compose some limericks. If he was asked to criticize poems so quickly, it would be like cutting his heart with a knife and an axe.
Yang Huahua half-squinted her eyes and carefully read the lines in the poem. "With a body of light muscles and weak bones, the clouds spread across the sky. The flowers begin to bloom when the herbs are urged, and the flowers begin to bloom when the herbs are urged!" Mrs. Guo Guo's eyes flashed.
There was a gleam of light, and there was a hint of long-lost joy in his voice.
"Are you the prince's guest, the minister of honor, Li Kuo, the captain of the Xuanjie School?" Yang Huahua asked across the river, with some inexplicable ambiguity in her words.
"I am Li Kuo, Mrs. Xie praised me." The young man cupped his hands towards Yang Huahua and smiled lightly.
"Interesting, interesting." Yang Huahua looked at the young man in front of her carefully. She had developed a liking for this brave, courageous, young and promising young man during the polo match. Now she learned about his attainments in poetry.
.How could she not be tempted by such a man with so many talents in civil and military affairs? In the past, the young men from aristocratic families who claimed to be well-rounded in civil and military affairs were either arrogant and arrogant, and made people angry when they saw him; or they were submissive.
, as timid as a mouse, without the responsibilities of a grown man. But Li Kuo is different from them. The young man advances and retreats with knowledge and behaves appropriately. His attitude of neither being humble nor arrogant makes people feel refreshed. Yang Huahua now really wants to take this young man into the Yang family account. She
There is a premonition that Li Kuo will definitely grow into a powerful official in the future. It is easy to add flowers to a cake, but it is difficult to provide help in times of trouble. Now that the son is included in the account, he will definitely be grateful and loyal to the Yang family.
"Oh, the slave family saw that you were so young, and you even wrote poems like "Lighting Muscles and Cartilage," which made me want to be beaten!" Yang Huahua stared at Li Kuo teasingly. She wanted to see how the young man answered, and to see if she, Yang Huahua, got it right.
people.
Li Kuo cupped his hands to Mrs. Guo Guo and said loudly: "Light muscles and weak bones are by no means unique to fireworks, nor are the golden pistils and flowing clouds exclusive to beauty. Why is it that our Tang Dynasty is not a proudly blooming chrysanthemum? I want to live forever.
If the foundation can be passed on, it will bloom when the grass is urged!"
Yang Huahua's chest trembled, and she felt confused for a moment. These words were like a sharp cone opening the wishful lock in her heart, awakening the memories that she had not dared to touch for more than ten years.
"If we, the Tang Dynasty, want our legacy to be passed down through the ages, we must wait for the grass to bloom!"
Eighteen years ago, on that night in Zhiba County, Yuzhou County, Jiannan Road (Note 1), a Pei boy held a bouquet of azaleas and said these words to himself. The moonlight at that time was as hazy as it is tonight.
Note 1: Jiannan Road: Yizhou in the Han Dynasty, today's Sichuan Province. After the founding of the Tang Dynasty, Yizhou was renamed Jiannan Road, and its administrative seat was located in Chengdu Prefecture. It was named because it was located south of Jianmen Pass. In fact
The Tang Dynasty mainly implemented the state and county system, and Dao was mainly responsible for supervision, which was a broad division. The specific governance was still at the state and county levels.
ps: This chapter is a bit bloody, and I feel like I’m a little bit crazy... But I can’t help it, the plot requires it. Mrs. Guo Guo is a very important supporting role, and plays a major role in promoting the plot...