"You're such a high-spirited man!" Unexpectedly, Gao Shi was so casual. Wang Wei was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile. "If Zhang Jiu wants to compete with me in painting skills, he can just walk to the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. After all,
No matter how poor Mr. Wang is, he will not be able to afford a painting. You, a high-ranking husband, clearly want to win the autumn breeze from me. Whatever, as long as you are willing to sing a song for His Highness's fencing, Mr. Wang will give you ""
"Jiyu Wangchuan" is given to you!"
Gao Shi, who heard what Wang Wei said was humorous and interesting, was not annoyed by what was said to him. He smiled and said: "What's the difficulty? It's just that my fencing and singing are not as beautiful as the harp and harp. I need someone to play the flute to accompany me, so I will do it."
Let my nephew Li Kuo take charge."
Princess Yuzhen became excited when she heard what the two said. She tilted her head and hid her face and said with a smile: "That's very good. I have long heard that Secretary Gao has a good sword strike. With this handsome young man playing the flute, it will definitely have a special flavor."
Having said that, Gao Shi didn't say much about him. He nodded to Li Kuo and asked him to join in the fun. Then he got up and went to the empty space in the middle of Chang'an Pavilion. After a while, a guard sent the sword dance and clear flute used for the performance.
At that time, Gao Shi casually took the clear flute and passed it to Li Kuo. He took out his sword and tapped it twice to test the tone. When everything was ready, Gao Shi nodded to Princess Yuzhen to indicate that it was time to start.
Li Kuo was suddenly invited by Gao Shi to play with the flute. He was a little surprised at first, but he soon calmed down and played his best song "Su Wu Shepherd" casually. For a while, the sound was clear and the palace and merchants were intertwined, and the whole Chang'an Xuan seemed like
Transformed into green mountains and deep valleys, everyone listened in rapt attention, high-fiving each other from time to time. The newly added ambergris spread along the beams to the top of the pavilion, and spread freely with the breeze coming in from the window, making the entire pavilion feel like a fairy.
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Li Kuo didn't notice the expressions of everyone. He pursed his thin lips lightly and breathed out of his Dantian, as if he was really in a valley, accompanied by the breeze and the bright moon. He only heard the long sound, as quiet as the moon over the mountains, and Xuance as bright as the stars in the sky.
.In it, all the sorrow and loneliness come out of a hole with a long flute, and all kinds of prajna in the world are like this, which makes people sigh with emotion.
Accompanied by a high-pitched trembling sound, Gundam drew his sword. The sword was as fast as the breeze and as fast as lightning. The blade of the sword spread from the sky to the ground, and there was a trace of cold air from the inside and outside. Following this cold air, Gundam struck the sword and
Song. The clank iron bone touches a handle of green frost, and seems to resonate at this moment. Sadness is as clear as the Qiang flute, and sorrow is as cold as the horns. It is like a seventy-year-old man holding the banner of the Han family under the clear shadow of the lonely moon.
Looking south towards the imperial capital, I could only hear the long cry of Gu Hong.
At this time, the sound of Li Kuo's flute also became sad and desolate. For a while, the high-pitched sound echoed around the beams, telling the whole world, which was quite magnificent. It seemed that it was agreed upon, and the flute and sword were accompanied by each other. Sometimes it was melancholy and sad, sometimes it was high-spirited, and the listener felt that he was in a vast world.
In the desert, let the silent cold wind howl across the face, blowing through Qilian, blowing to Yangguan, and blowing to the prosperous Chang'an of that era. Its sound is so overwhelming that everyone who hears it is moved by it. Traveling on the ancient silk road
The clear and tinkling camel bells of the caravan touched the hearts of the border guards from far to near like the Sanskrit sounds of the Great Sage, playing an ode to the world. The plaque in Yangguan of the ancient city glowed with the withered yellow color of the oil sheep lamp, accompanied by
With the fallen leaves and bits of dust brought from Qiaoba Mountain, a picture of the ancient fortress and long river in the desert was pieced together.
The sound of the flute becomes more and more solemn, and when you step on the dots, you can seem to see the horses flying away in the distance beside the inn, the garrison fighting outside the school grounds in the border town, and the business travelers walking along the ancient silk road accompanied by the sun and the moon.
Just as everyone was immersed in this long scroll of ancient paintings, they suddenly heard a long cry of Qingfeng, like a broken silver bottle or broken jade. The scene in the painting stopped suddenly, and the ancient fortress, the long river, and Chang'an were all transformed.
For a three-foot painting, let the years ripple and the times change, everything will eventually return to silence.
"Okay!" After the silence, Wang Wei took the lead to break the silence with his palm. "Everyone in the world knows that you are a good swordsman. At first, I thought it was too much praise. Today, I saw that Wang actually met Dafu.
The feeling of a lifetime. A three-foot green blade, fencing and singing are just as complacent as holding a flower in your hands. Even a hermit living in the mountains has to praise you for having the style of a famous scholar in the Wei and Jin Dynasties."
Gao Shi heard this and stroked his beard lightly and said: "Gao is just trying to entertain himself. He cannot be praised like Mojie. However, if he can get the masterpieces of Wangchuan layman, Gao will not be in vain."
okay."
Seeing what the two of them said was interesting, Princess Yuzhen covered her face with her long sleeves and chuckled: "Secretary Gao is indeed well-deserved, and You Cheng is not unjust in losing. However, I feel that this young gentleman who plays the flute is very talented. I
The palace was blown away by him to the point of love. I wonder whose son this handsome guy is, but he has such talent at such a young age."
Hearing this, Gao Shi slightly cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, my nephew is Shi Zhi's only son, Kuo'er. If you take a closer look, he is still a junior of your sect."
"Oh?" Princess Yuzhen looked at Li Kuo with interest, and said softly: "But Li Kuo, the only son of Zuo Prime Minister Li Shizhi? Zuo Prime Minister and I are considered the same generation, so the child Kuo'er calls me.
That’s not an exaggeration for my aunt.”
Li Kuo was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he was overjoyed. He lifted his hem slightly, made a salute to the emperor where Princess Yuzhen was sitting, and said loudly: "My aunt is here, please accept Kuo'er's bow."
Princess Yuzhen was very pleased to see that the young man was so polite. She waved her hand slightly and said, "Kuo'er doesn't need to be polite. Today is a private banquet. There is no need to respect the courtesy of the emperor and his ministers. Just enjoy yourself."
Although Li Kuo tried his best to suppress the joy in his heart, his youthful nature and joy had already overflowed his cheeks. With the relationship with Princess Yuzhen, Dezi was probably saved. Although he was dissatisfied with Dezi's recklessness, he
After all, he was a good brother who grew up playing with him, and it would give him more comfort if he could get out of jail as soon as possible.
Seeing the joy and beauty in the table, Wang Wei raised his hand and said, "Why don't we just drink and write poems? Anyone who can't catch up will be fined three drinks."
Seeing that everyone was in high spirits, Princess Yuzhen also wanted to show off her poetic talent. She waved her sleeves, coughed lightly and said, "That's very good. Let's start the poem from You Cheng."
Wang Wei gently stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Today the spring flowers are soft and the willows are soft, and the beauty is like jade. I will compose a poem casually." After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the window. He lifted the window branches lightly and saw the colorful fallen flowers outside the house, which was poetic.
When he got up, he paused and closed his eyes. Wang Wei brushed the red flowers and pondered for a moment and said: "Red beans are born in the south. When spring comes, there will be a few branches. I hope you will pick more. This is the most loved thing. (Note 1)"
When Gao Shi heard this poem, he held up his palms and applauded: "What a red bean poem. The red bean expresses lovesickness and inhabits the branches of the sycamore tree. But who is this red bean plant looking forward to? Dafu admires Mojie for his deep feelings!"
There was a trace of hesitation in Princess Yuzhen's eyes, but it was covered by an overflowing smile: "I can't see that You Cheng is really a seed of infatuation. However, although the red beans are beautiful, they will eventually grow old. Although the flowers on the other side are extremely gorgeous,
But there will eventually come a time. When you are so lovesick, you can only see the tears on your beautiful sleeves, right? Why not hold hands with your beautiful woman and express your deep love, and spend a lifetime together?" After saying this, he waved his sleeves lightly, stood up and walked.
Thinking. After making an appointment for tea, Princess Yuzhen smiled sweetly at Wang Wei and said: "A red-sleeved banquet on the cold river under the moon, walking in the lotus garden with shadows in green shirts. The eyebrows turned pale with red peony leaves, and half a strand of blue silk ribbon was bounded. Enter.
He is an official in his profession, but when he looks back, he abandons his oath of alliance. He only wears makeup to show off his clothes, and he sighs indifferently at the world of mortals and laughs at the world. (Note 2) "
An imperceptible bitter smile flashed across the corner of Wang Wei's lips, and he shook his head and said: "Although red beans grow old easily, they are always prosperous. The apricot blossoms are in misty rain, the willows are flying, and the red beans are born in the south of the Yangtze River. If we force them to come to Qinzhong
, I'm afraid it will inevitably wither and wither. Acacia is better than falling in love, the beautiful scenery is beautiful, Wu Nong whispers, there are many unpredictable things in the world, once you have it, you are satisfied, and you dare not hope for the promise of three lives."
Hearing this, Princess Yuzhen burst into tears from the corners of her eyes and murmured: "Lovesickness is better than falling in love, lovesickness is better than falling in love, some people only dare to love lovesickness, but who knows that red bean tree is willing to be with you forever?
Stay together."
As if aware of the change in the atmosphere at the banquet, Gao Shi quickly raised his glass and said: "In the opinion of Mr. Gao, the poem written by Her Highness the Princess is very elegant. Mr. Gao was also aroused by His Highness's poetic nature and would like to compose a poem.
A little poem to entertain you all." After saying that, he stood up, walked around, shook his head, and thought to himself. After about a while of tea, Gao Shi raised his head and said: "The horses' hooves circle around and break the long river, and the moon is cold and frosty.
According to the war song, the camp was startled and fell into a sleepy sleep, and the general's front line was already at war."
After saying that, he waved his hand and said: "Mr. Gao has been stationed at the border with the commander for a long time. He is not as elegant as You Cheng and not as tender as the princess. All he sings is some hooks with two horns and the sun sets on the long river. Your Highnesses, please don't blame me."
Wang Wei smiled bitterly and said: "Dafu served the country, guarded the borders and defended the country, and his good life made Wang admire him. Wang often regretted that he could not bring Wu Gou to open up territory for the Tang Dynasty, and he gave birth to a good man in vain. Dafuqie
Don't embarrass me again, otherwise Mr. Wang will really have to hide in Zhongnan Mountain and not dare to meet the world."
Princess Yuzhen was also full of admiration and said with a smile: "Secretary Gao is worthy of being a great talent. His civility and military skills are extremely high. My brother, the emperor, has a minister like you. It is really the great fortune of the Tang Dynasty and the blessing of the country."
Gao Shi gave Princess Yuzhen a gentle salute to express his gratitude, then raised his hand towards the north of the city and said: "As the son of the Tang Dynasty, Dafu should share your majesty's worries. Dafu is only willing to expand territory for the Tang Dynasty in his life, and will
The fame of Tian Khan spreads throughout the world."
Note 1: I used this poem to suit the occasion, so don’t blame me.
Note 2: This poem was written by Liu Yun, so experts should not blame it for its superficiality.
Well, after writing this chapter, I feel that I have the potential to write prose. The article is beautiful, isn’t it? Xiao Qi is handsome, isn’t it? Is it a collection of red tickets?
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