Traveling through the early Tang Dynasty starts with hanging

Chapter 218 Concubine
On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, only two days away from New Year’s Eve, Zhujiagou was full of laughter, colorful ribbons flying, and the sound of crackling firecrackers. However, there is no tradition of setting off firecrackers at weddings in this era, but because the New Year happens to be just around the corner.

Moreover, there are no firecrackers in the actual sense in this era. They just use long bamboo poles to burn joints and make continuous explosions.

Although it was just a concubine, the Li family showed enough respect. It wasn't just a small sedan chair carried in through the side door.

Mrs. Zhu does not object to her son taking a concubine, not to mention that she also knows that her son's status is now very different from last year. Although there are still many obstacles ahead, it is not a luxury to marry a noble girl in the future... It's just that you have to wait .

The process is relatively simple. With a wave of his hand, Li Shan set up a flowing mat in the grain drying field regardless of whether the money in the family's warehouse is enough.

One by one actually came up to pour Li Shan wine, but all of them were dizzy when Li Shan poured it in reverse... To make this kind of clear white wine, the most convenient thing for Li Shan today is to be able to change it!

This time, I used liquor with a slightly lower alcohol content than the liquor in the white clay pot, but even so, there were also a lot of drunk young adults on the grain drying ground.

"This is the kind of wine that is sold." Li Shan explained in a low voice: "It is made of black clay pots, and the body of the bottle is decorated with plum blossoms. The price is not expensive, about the same as Sanle pulp."

"Chang'an's famous wines are the most expensive, but Sanle Porridge is the most expensive." Ling Jing snorted, "There are no poems on it?"

"Uh, there are also two sentences."

Ling Jing smiled and said, "I heard about it in Lingnan again?"

"With a jug of wine among the flowers, there is no blind date when drinking alone." Li Shan laughed dryly, "After all, drinking with two jugs of wine alone is boring."

Ling Jing tasted it, and sighed: "Is there a full story?"

"The whole story is a bit long..." Li Shan blinked, because he was sure that no one would catch him... Li Baili was born too early!
Well, after being unable to judge whether the inventory in his mind should be released by consulting the poetry anthology, Li Shan aimed at those poets who must not have been born.

Such as Li Bai, such as Du Fu, such as Bai Juyi.

However, Du Fu's poems have many allusions, and they are too gloomy, which does not match Li Shan's age.

Bai Juyi's poems are easy to understand, but in the early Tang Dynasty, the style was not high.

Therefore, Li Shan aimed his main target at Li Bai.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date."

"Raise a glass and invite Mingyue to form three people against each other."

"Yue doesn't know how to drink, so the shadow apprentice follows me."

"Temporarily accompany the moon and the shadows, and the music must be in the spring."

"My song and the moon are wandering, and my dancing shadow is messy."

"Have sex when you wake up, and disperse when you're drunk."

"Wandering ruthlessly forever, looking forward to Miao Yunhan."

Ling Jing watched Li Shan transcribe this poem on paper with his own eyes, murmured it several times, and sighed: "Drinking alone, inviting the moon to drink together, it seems to be having fun, but in fact it is lonely."

"You are so young, why are you so emotional?"

Li Shan coughed twice, "It's not my nephew's work, it's in Lingnan..."

"That's it, that's it."

Seeing Ling Jing turn around and leave expressionlessly, Xiaoman who was rubbing ink beside him asked curiously: "Mr. Ling, this is..."

Li Shan feels a little guilty. He is a medical student after all. Although he likes poetry, he doesn't know the weight of these poems... Think about it, too. Among the poems he memorized, which one is not a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages.

Obviously, Ling Jing, who was still pondering whether to ghostwrite, was hit hard.

Ling Jing has figured it out now, if there is anything difficult to explain about this guy...all will be pushed to Lingnan.

In fact, Su's mother once insinuated in private that Li Shan never met Sun Simiao in Lingnan, let alone worshiped Sun Simiao as his teacher to study medicine.

Hey, in the future, fewer people will show their holiness, Li Shan thought, this is not in line with his policy of doing things for a while, and there are only so many in stock!

However, although Li Bai was selected, the poems of this dear friend are obviously not suitable for use in the Jinshi examination room... Otherwise, the history of this product has been so sad.

Li Shan hasn't decided which song to use...but he decided to use the chief's!
Anyway, in his thinking mode, writing longer...should mean higher level.

Probably?

"Will Enter the Wine"?
It seems that this is not suitable for use in the examination room. The ancient sages who are seen on the examination papers are lonely, but the drinkers leave their names. If you see something in life, you must be happy. Also an old alcoholic.

"Difficult Road to Shu"?
I have never been to Shu, what would others say when asked?
"Sleepwalking Tianmu Chanting Farewell"?
That's all, An Neng's eyebrows and waist are bent to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy... What imperial examinations are you still taking!
Li Bai's poems are all so virtuous, and later generations sounded wanton and free and easy, but when people read them at that time... change someone else!
"Pipa Xing"?
It seems to be a narrative, but it is actually a love story, which is a bit different from my own.

"Song of Everlasting Regret"?
Forget it...Yang Yuhuan is not born yet.

After thinking about it for a while, Li Shan stopped thinking about it, let's talk about it when the time comes, now we have to do business!
As soon as she entered the door, Mrs. Zhou stood up nervously from the edge of the bed, first bowed her knees and saluted, and then came up to help Li Shan take off his fur coat, while Xiaoman pouted beside her... This was her job before.

What displeased Xiaoman the most was... this bed used to be for me to sleep with Mr. Lang, but now I have to change it!

Mrs. Zhou went to bring a bowl of sober soup in person, and took Xiaoman to serve beside her. With a few soft words, Xiaoman became obedient.

Li Shan took a sip of the hangover soup and looked at this scene with a smile. He had already discovered that Mrs. Zhou didn't seem to be on the stage. Whenever there was something wrong or there were too many people, her face would turn red three points. In fact, she had some thoughts of.

Although Xiaoman is eccentric, playful and cute, and is favored by Li Shan, his thoughts are not deep.

"Let's take a bath first." Li Shan yawned, indicating that Xiao Man could get out.

Now you can't go to the battlefield. This year is fourteen, and it will be the fifteenth year. You will have to raise it for at least one year before it is time to break the melon.

But Mrs. Zhou carefully looked at Li Shan's eyes, and whispered, "Your Majesty, may I ask my sister to wash your hair?"

Li Shan doesn't care, as long as he doesn't go to the battlefield.

The wooden barrels on the side were all ready, and the fire in the cooking room was still on. Two maids came over with buckets.

After closing the door, Li Shan lay comfortably in the bathtub, and habitually leaned over. Mrs. Zhou helped rub her body, while Xiaoman untied her bun from behind, washing her long hair carefully.

Speaking of it, Li Shan has traveled to this era, and the most inconvenient thing in his life is his long hair. It is too troublesome to wash, and he can't wait to shave a small crew cut and put on a wig.

Seeing that Xiaoman still refused to leave, Li Shan straightened up and carried Mrs. Zhou into the bathtub.

(End of this chapter)