Prime Minister

Chapter 199
Seeing that there are many people here, Wang Kui saw this and talked to Zhang Yue, He Qiyan said: "Are we going to write poems here? I have already had several poems in my heart along the way."

He Qi laughed loudly when he heard the words: "Junmin is indeed a great talent, poetry can be easily obtained, but..."

He Qi glanced at the tourists and said with a smile: "This place is not worthy of showing talents. If we want to write poems, we have to go to another place."

He Qi saw that Zhang Yue was looking for the tourists.

The three of them cast their eyes on the ladies in the corridor, and saw that they were wearing jade sea, night moth, bee'er, snow willow, bodhi leaf and other beautiful headdresses, sable cicada sleeves, necklaces, and mostly white shirts.

Such ladies in white shirts are walking in the corridors, floating under the moonlight lanterns, which is really beautiful.

Looking at this scene, the three of them couldn't help being a little crazy, and their eyes were straightened.

All the Lantern Festival viewing lights are fake, we just come to see the girls openly.

He Qi coughed lightly and said, "Sanlang Mo's eyeballs fell off."

Hearing what He Qi said, Zhang Yue gave up his plan to search for Seventeen Niangs in the crowd. The probability of this is really small.

Zhang Yue turned his head and said: "Qilang don't want to shut me up, just wipe the drool off your mouth."

He Qiyi was taken aback, and the corners of his mouth were indeed drooling.

Wang Kui also came back to his senses and thought, Jingzhong is really a man of style, even the girls are so beautiful.Before, I thought that all the good-looking women were in brothels, so I was really short-sighted.

Wang Kui said to He Qi, "Brother He, where do you think we should go to write poems later?"

He Qi smiled and said, "Follow me."

The three of them traveled all the way, but saw many literati reciting poems and inscriptions in the two corridors. In addition to the poem lamps in the two corridors of the Buddhist temple, the left wall is also painted with blazing lights. , If you don't take a quick look at the flowers, you really can't finish watching.

Zhang Yue also lamented how He Qi was so familiar with the way. He has been in Bianjing for two years, and it is not as good as he has only been here for one year.

He Qi took the two of them for a while, and Zhang Yue saw a smoky pavilion in front of him.

Zhang Yue thought, isn't this Zisheng Pavilion?

But seeing that the pavilion is three hundred feet high, with five towering eaves, water lamps are set up on each floor, and you go up layer by layer, while your Excellency is offering Buddha relics. Above is another bright light.

The three climbed up and looked far away. In Daxiangguo Temple, the Nine Sons and Mothers Hall, the east and west glazed pagoda courtyards, and the Zhihai, Huilin, Baofan and other pagoda courtyards competed to display lamps and candles.Glory contends for glory.This scene is really a treasure torch, a moonlight lantern, and the mist melting into the night.

There are high seats on the left and right of Zisheng Pavilion.

He Qi said to the two of them: "These high seats are all set up by the governor, Qi Li, and your family members to watch the lanterns. Today, there is a lantern shed for poetry fair here. If you want to make Bianjing famous, this is here."

Wang Kui laughed happily and said, "Of course, Brother He is really clever. This is the one who strives for fame in the court, and the one who strives for profit in the market."

He Qi smiled and said: "If Junmin is famous in the world, don't forget me."

"Thank you brother He."

Zhang Yue said: "My poetry is mediocre, so I won't make a fool of yourself in front of the two of you. I'll take my leave first."

Zhang Yue was too lazy to be with the two of them and was about to sneak away.

"How can Sanlang do this? They are all here." He Qi pretended to be displeased.

Wang Kui also saw a woman on the high seat looking at him, he first showed a nice smile, and then pretended to be nonchalant Zhang Yue said: "Sanlang's heart-attacking couplets are very reasonable, how can you not write good poems?" Come on, don't be humble."

After Wang Kui finished speaking, he glanced again, but saw that the woman was still looking at him, but he said to He Qi and Zhang Yue, "Why don't we go somewhere else?"

He Qidao: "Where are you going? There was a poetry meeting in the Boya Building during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, but I heard that it is now used to watch lanterns..."

"What?" Zhang Yue asked slightly moved in his heart, "Brother He, what did you say about Boya... Lou?"

"That's right, the Boya Building is right next to the Bian River. It's a good place to watch the Bian River in Lantern Mountain on Yuanxi night."

Zhang Yue immediately said: "Brother He, I'll take my leave first, Brother Wang, take a step first."

After Zhang Yue hurriedly left, He Qi was a little surprised, but seeing Wang Kui staring at the woman on the high seat, he couldn't help but smiled and said, "What are you looking at? There are rich and powerful women above, who do you like?"

The woman chuckled and looked away.

Wang Kui also looked away, and smiled at He Qi: "I know, let's go to the lamphouse first."

But Zhang Yue had already left the Daxiangguo Temple and headed west along the Bian River.

From the Daxiangguo Temple Bridge on the Bianhe River is the Zhouqiao, which is facing the imperial gate of the Imperial Palace. Looking northward, the Xuande Gate is towering in the lights.

At this moment, the officials of the Song Dynasty must sit on the throne of Xuande Building and watch Dengshan.

Looking at the mountain of lights from a distance, there are hundreds of thousands of lights on the mountain, like thousands of flower trees shining with silver flowers, and like stars falling like rain all over the sky.

At this time, the people flocked northward from Zhouqiao to Xuandemen to watch Dengshan.

As for Bosheng Building, it is also beside the State Bridge.

Zhang Yue was also in the crowd, and accidentally bumped into the woman next to him.Zhang Yue quickly apologized, but the lady didn't feel annoyed, she helped Zhu Cui on her temples, and laughed with her companions away.

On the New Year's Eve, many women's gold hairpin headdresses are often lost accidentally.

Therefore, after the Lantern Festival, there are people who pick up relics with small lights to illuminate the road, which is called street sweeping.It is also a custom of the Lantern Festival in Bianjing to get the leftover tin and drop it into the ear.

As for the rich and noble families, they would not go with the common people. They rode horses and drove north, but they saw Bao riding a horse, and the wheels were rumbling.Many people like to tie the sachet on the wall of the car, and the scented wind blows the carriage for tens of feet, which is particularly intoxicating.

Zhang Yue went up to the Boya Building, where most of the literati and ladies came to see the lights of the Bianhezhou Bridge.

Zhang Yue climbed to the top of the building to look out, but he saw that the Zhouqiao and Bianhe Rivers were all brightly lit, and the scenery could be seen at a glance.

Zhang Yue searched among the lights, but he still couldn't see the beautiful woman.

Could it be that something was wrong again, Zhang Yue couldn't help but almost yelled at Yue.

Yuelao really doesn't favor me!

Why is this?

When Zhang Yue was feeling down, he suddenly lowered his head and found a sachet by his feet.

Zhang Yue lowered his head and picked up the sachet, wondering which woman left it behind, when he was in a trance, he heard footsteps on the stairs.

"My lord, this is my sachet."

But when the woman in front of him spoke to him with a blushing face, Zhang Yue said embarrassedly: "I'm going to return it to the lady."

The other party took the sachet and left shyly.

I thought it was... also, how can there be such a coincidence in the world.

Zhang Yue felt regretful, and walked down the Boya Building in a daze.

There was still noise and excitement around, when a dance team passed by, and there were puppets up and down.

Others yelled: "It's too old to play Bao, it's too old to play Bao!"

At the sound of gongs and drums, others happily clapped their hands and played along. Zhang Yue just turned around feeling a little lonely, and a woman was waiting here in front of him where the lights were sparse.

Seventeen Niang was wearing a moon-white satin jacket, with a hair ornament made of gold threads inserted between her temples, standing here and asking herself.

"Mr. Zhang, why are you admiring the lanterns here?"

Ps: The scenery of the Lantern Festival in these two chapters is partly taken from Tokyo Menghualu, which is basically realistic and not exaggerated.

(End of this chapter)