Traveling through the early Tang Dynasty starts with hanging

Chapter 250 What a coincidence
During the Northern Song Dynasty, Liu San became famous all over the world. He was called "wherever there is well water, everyone can sing Liu Ci". Later, Su Dongpo's Ci works were recited by all high-ranking officials and dignitaries, down to merchants and ordinary people.

The emergence of this phenomenon, on the one hand, is because the words are easy to sing and spread to all social strata from top to bottom, and on the other hand, it is also due to the changes of the times.

In fact, this kind of change runs through the entire long river of history, Qin Wen and Han Fu, Tang Poetry and Song Ci, Yuan Qu and Ming Opera.

In the Tang Dynasty, generally speaking, there were only two channels for a poem to become famous. One was to be recommended by dignitaries, the most famous being Bai Juyi.

When Bai Juyi first arrived in Chang'an, Gu Kuang joked about his fame. Living in Chang'an was not easy.

After that, the song "Leaving the grass on the original land, one year old and one year old withered and flourishing. The wild fire is endless, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates."... Gu Kuang sighed from this, "It's easy to live in."

This is how Bai Juyi became famous.

In the final analysis, this routine... is basically the same as Li Shan's advertising for Yuhuchun.

And the second channel is the Jiaofang Division located in Pingkangfang... At least in Chang'an, Li Shan didn't find out that there was a brothel outside of Pingkangfang.

In fact, the Jiaofang Division in the Tang Dynasty was really different from the later generations. Basically, they were performing arts instead of selling themselves, and what they played was art.

If a poem can become famous in Pingkangfang, it will definitely be famous in Chang'an, and even in Guanzhong.

This is also the reason why Li Shan proposed to come to Pingkangfang on his own initiative... Shrinking will only make people suspicious, and wantonness can make people fearful.

But Li Shan didn't expect such a coincidence... Hey, yes, the old bustard of the brothel, can the eyes not be poisonous?Bad memory?
Even more coincidentally, when Li Shan walked in with countless suspicious, envious, and weird eyes, there were only two young people reclining and listening in the small hall, and the music sounded from behind the curtain, and a woman sang: "The jasper is as tall as a tree, and thousands of green silk ribbons hang down. I don't know who cuts the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors."

That's all, if I pretended to be better, I have to pretend to the end, and if I dug a hole... then I have to jump.

But before Li Shan could speak, a young man lying on the couch suddenly sat up and greeted with a smile: "Brother Demou, brother Zigou..."

Apparently they were descendants of aristocratic families, the two young men exchanged greetings with everyone and greeted each other.

Wang Renbiao introduced in a low voice: "Hedong Liu's son, Liu Shi and Liu Zishao, and the other is his uncle Liu Heng and Liu Jiali. The former's second sister is Wang Renyou's wife."

Li Shan's eyes flickered, the matter of Yuhuchun's closure has continued to this day, although the root cause was Wei Qingsi, the prince's family order, but it was Wang Renyou who handed over the post first.

At this time, Li Kai was introducing Li Shan, and said with a smile: "This and the two should be acquaintances for the first time, but I must have heard his name for a long time..."

Before he finished speaking, Liu Shi looked at Li Shan carefully, "Li Bai?"

It must have been there back then... The corners of Li Shan's mouth twitched, do you stay in Pingkangfang every day?

At a young age, aren't you afraid of dying?
What's more, it doesn't matter if the madam has such a good memory, why do you have such a good memory?
"What Li Bai?" Li Yiyan was a little puzzled.

"Li Taibai!" Liu Shi looked back, "Third Uncle, you were there that day."

Liu Heng nodded slightly, "Three years ago, you succeeded in this place with one wave, and became famous in Chang'an, and it was sung endlessly in the public,"

Lu Chengji's eyes lit up, "Brother Jiali was talking about the song just now?"

"I don't know who will cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors." Liu Heng said with a smile: "For three years, I haven't shown up again..."

Li Shan looked at the resentful eyes from Li Kai, Li Zhaode, Wang Renbiao, Fang Xuanling and others in embarrassment, "This matter... this matter..."

Fang Yi shook his head and said, "I remember last year, Huai Ren just said that he was not good at poetry."

"No and no." Li Kai said expressionlessly: "Huairen is a word, understand a little bit."

There was a murmur of laughter all around, this allusion was already well known on Chengtianmen Street just now.

Wang Renbiao endured a smile and said to Liu Heng, "This is Li Shan and Li Huairen, who are at the top of the list of Jinshi subjects. Congratulations to him today."

"Li Huairen?"

"Li Huairen?!"

Liu Heng and Liu Shi said in unison, their eyes widened.

Wang Renbiao suddenly remembered that three years ago, I heard that Wang Renyou was robbed of the limelight in Pingkangfang. At that time, Liu's uncle and nephew were there. Could it be Li Bai... No, Li Shan?

Many descendants of the aristocratic family listened to Liu Heng's explanation of the reason, and couldn't help laughing and laughing. Lu Chengji sighed: "Huai Ren said that this is a veteran who knows the way, it is too modest!"

"Pingkangfang became famous three years ago, why did you use a false name?" Fang Yi shook his head and said: "Old horse who knows the way, there should be a new work, if it doesn't work, three cups of wine will be fined!"

"That's right, what brother Fang said is true!"

Everyone sat down, Li Shan said with a wry smile: "Today, there are already..."

"Isn't that an old poem?" A young man laughed and said, "You can make it into a poem in one stroke... Otherwise, come here, bring the wine cup!"

Li Shan waved his hand and said: "If you are talking about outstanding talents, who can surpass Brother Siyi and Uncle Seventh... a certain poem must be deliberated."

This young man is Yang Siyi, a descendant of the Hongnong Yang family. His ancestor is Yang Xiong, the ancestor of the Hongnong Yang family's Guanwangfang, and his father is Yang Gongren, the eldest son of Yang Xiong's line. .

Yang Siyi's seventh uncle is Yang Shidao, the sage holds a banquet every day, and he composes several poems in an instant, and is praised for his talent.

Li Yiyan frowned and asked, "Huiren, what is deliberation?"

Li Shan's heart was agitated, it seemed that this allusion hadn't been published yet, but his expression remained unchanged, and he said with a smile: "This is an old story in Lingnan, where hermits recite poems, birds sleep in trees by the pool, and monks push the moon to go down the door...or Knock on the door of the moon for the monk."

"Knock or push..." Li Yiyan nodded and said, "It means you can't decide."

After finally being fooled, Li Shan looked at the three glasses of wine brought over, shook his head and said, "There is no such talent, only old poems..."

"Then drink the penalty wine first, and then sing it."

Li Shan picked up the wine cup and was about to drink it, but he heard a middle-aged man laughing and said: "It's a pity that there is only Sanle pulp here. If there is Yuhuchun, if you drink three cups, I'm afraid you will be drunk."

Looking sideways, Li Shan was a little strange, he didn't know this person... Du He on the side introduced, "This is Uncle XX."

Your third uncle, that is Du Ruhui's younger brother, Li Shan greeted with a smile, and drank three glasses of wine, "I would like to invite you all to come up with questions, if there are old poems, you should recite them, if you don't, you can only stay and deliberate." .”

"Winging willows just now, but actually Wing Chun." Liu Shi rolled his eyes, "Now that it's the beginning of spring, why not use this as the title to sing willows and Wing Chun."

Everyone was quiet, Liu Heng turned his head to look at his nephew, Wing Liu Wing Chun, this topic is easy to say, most of Wing Liu is Wing Chun, but in reality it is very difficult.

Liu Shi uttered a sound, and regretted it a little. Li Shan had kindness to the Hedong Liu family.

Wang Renbiao was about to open his mouth to smooth things over, but Li Shan smiled and said, "It's a coincidence."

"In the autumn of the fourth year of Wude, a certain person went north to Jingzhao. In the spring of the following year, he met Brother Demou, Brother Xiaoqing, and Zhaode." Li Shan got up and walked to the desk, picked up his pen, and said in a loud voice: "I remember going to Chang'an one day to find filial piety. Brother Qing, but met Xiaoyu on the road, and saw the willow branches like smoke in the shop, and felt it for a while, so there were only two broken lines in the poem, which were not completed until more than a month ago."

Not long after, there was a low exclamation sound from behind the curtain, and the sound of the pipa, sudden and slow, with two rounds of rest, accompanied by the low sound of the karma drum, the playing of the shakuhachi, and a low and hoarse female voice sang: "The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp." , the grass looks far away but there is nothing near."

"The most important thing is the spring of the year. It is absolutely better than the imperial capital full of smoke and willows."

(End of this chapter)