Red Tang

"Okay, you Dafu!" Unexpectedly, Gao Shi was so casual, Wang Wei was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile. "If Zhang Jiu wants to discuss painting skills with me, he can take a leisurely walk to the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. After all, no matter how poor Wang is, he will never be able to afford a single painting. You Dafu clearly want to win the autumn wind from me." No matter what, as long as you are willing to sing a song for His Highness's fencing, Wang will give you "Ji Yu Wang Chuan Zuo"!"

Hearing what Wang Wei said was humorous and interesting, Gao Shi didn't feel annoyed when he was told that he had broken his mind, and said with a smile: "It's not difficult, it's just that my fencing and singing are not as soft and beautiful as the qin and se. I need one person to play the flute and accompany me. My nephew Li Kuo is in charge."

Princess Yuzhen became excited when she heard what the two said, she tilted her head and covered her face with a smile: "It's so good, I have heard that Secretary Gao has struck a good sword a long time ago, and it must have a special flavor when accompanied by this handsome young man."

Having finished talking, Gao Shi didn't say much about him, and nodded to Li Kuo to signal for him to join in the fun, then got up and went to the empty space in the middle of Chang'an Pavilion.After a while, a guard brought the dancing sword and Qingxiao used in the performance to him.Gao Shi casually took the flute and passed it to Li Kuo, while he drew out his saber and tapped it twice to test the sound.When everything was ready, Gao Shi nodded to Princess Yuzhen to indicate that it was time to start.

Li Kuo was a little surprised at first when Gao Shi pulled him to accompany him, but he calmed down and played a piece of "Su Wu Shepherd" which he was good at casually.For a moment, the clear voice was continuous, palace merchants intertwined, and the whole Chang'an Pavilion seemed to be transformed into green mountains and valleys. Everyone listened intently and clapped their hands together from time to time.The newly added dragon saliva spreads along the beams to the roof of the pavilion, drifts and stretches wantonly with the breeze blowing in from the window, soaking the whole pavilion like a fairy.

Li Kuo didn't notice the expressions of the crowd, he pursed his thin lips lightly and sent his breath to Dantian, as if he was really in the valley, accompanied by the breeze and bright moon.Just listen to the long sound, which is as quiet as the moon in Guanshan, and Xuan Ce is like the star of the sky.Among them, sorrow and loneliness all come out of a long flute hole, and the prajna of the world is like this, which makes people feel a lot of emotion.

Accompanied by a high trembling sound, Gao Dafu drew out his sword. This sword was as swift as a breeze and as fast as lightning.The sword's edge is from the sky to the ground, and there is a trace of coldness from the inside and the outside.Following the chill, Gao Dafu fencing and singing.The iron bone touched a handle of blue frost, and it seemed to resonate at this moment.Sorrow is like a Qiang flute, and sorrow is like a string of horns.It's like a [-]-year-old man holding the banner of the Han family under the shadow of the lonely moon, looking south and far away, but only hear a long cry from the lonely bird.

At this time, Li Kuo's flute also became sad and desolate, and for a while, the high-pitched sound lingered on the beams and told the world, which was quite magnificent.It seems to have been negotiated, accompanied by flute and sword, sometimes depressed and mournful, sometimes high-spirited and vigorous, the listener only feels that he is in the vast desert, letting the silent cold wind whizzing across the face, blowing across Qilian, and blowing to Yangguan , blowing towards the prosperous Chang'an in that lifetime.Its sound is overwhelming, and everyone who hears it is moved.The camel bells of the caravans on the ancient silk road jingle lightly, just like the sanskrit sound of the great sage's place, touching the hearts of the soldiers on the border from far and near, playing a hymn to the world.The plaque on the ancient city of Yangguan is as yellow as an oil sheep lamp, accompanied by fallen leaves, mixed with bits of dust and sand brought by Mount Qiaoba, and pieced together a map of the ancient desert and the long river.

The sound of the flute became more and more solemn, stepping on the talisman, it seemed as if you could see the horses flying away from the side of the post station, the guards fighting with their horns outside the school grounds in the border town, and the business travelers walking with the sun and the moon on the ancient silk road.

Just as everyone was immersed in this long scroll of ancient painting, they suddenly heard a long cry of a green peak, like a silver bottle being broken suddenly, like a broken joint of jade.The scenes in the painting come to an abrupt end, the ancient fortress, the long river, and Chang'an are all turned into three-foot paintings, let the years rippling, the times change, and everything finally returns to silence.

"Okay!" After a moment of silence, Wang Wei took the lead to break the silence with his palm. "Everyone in the world knows that you, Dafu, are good at striking swords. At first, I thought it was too much praise. Today, when I saw Wang, I felt that Dafu missed his life. The three-foot green front, fencing and singing are as high as you are." You are nothing more than a single flower in my husband's hands, and even I, a hermit living in the wilderness, have to praise you for being a famous scholar in the Wei and Jin Dynasties."

Hearing this, Gao Shi lightly stroked his beard and said, "Mr. Gao is just trying to entertain himself, and he can't be praised by Mojie. However, if he can get the masterpiece of Layman Wangchuan, Mr. Gao will not be in vain today." It's time to go."

Seeing what the two said was interesting, Princess Yuzhen covered her face with her long sleeves and smiled lightly: "Secretary Gao really deserves his reputation, and Youcheng is not wronged. Gong was blown into a warm place by him. I don't know who this handsome brother is, but he has such talent at such a young age."

Gao Shi cupped his hands slightly when he heard this, and said, "If you go back to Your Royal Highness, my nephew is Shizhi's only son, Kuo'er. If you count carefully, he is still a junior of your clan."

"Oh?" Princess Yuzhen glanced at Li Kuo with interest, and said softly, "But Li Kuo is the only son of Prime Minister Li Shizhi? Prime Minister Zuo and I are considered to be of the same generation. Kuo'er is called Ben Gong. Aunt is not too exaggerated."

Li Kuo was taken aback when he heard this, and then he was overjoyed.He lifted his hem slightly, and gave a big gift from the younger generation to the head where Princess Yuzhen was, and said loudly: "Auntie is here, please accept Kuoer's bow."

Princess Yuzhen was very pleased to see that the young man was so polite, she waved her hand slightly and said: "Kuoer, there is no need to be too polite. Today is a private banquet, and there is no need to honor the emperor and ministers, just enjoy yourself."

Although Li Kuo tried his best to suppress the joy in his heart, but he was a young man, and the joy had already overflowed his cheeks.With the relationship of Princess Yuzhen, Dezi will probably be saved.Although he was dissatisfied with Tokuko's recklessness, he was a good brother who played with him since he was a child, and it would be more comforting for him to get him out of prison as soon as possible.

Seeing the joy and beauty in the banquet, Wang Weizhang said: "Why don't we just drink and write poems? Those who fail to catch up will be punished with three glasses of wine."

Princess Yuzhen saw that everyone was in high spirits, and she also wanted to show her poetic talent.She waved her sleeves, coughed lightly and said, "It's so good, so I started poetry from You Cheng."I will compose a poem with Xing. "After finishing speaking, he got up and walked towards the window. Lightly lifted the window branch, and saw the fallen flowers outside the house, and wrote a few poems. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick. (Note 1)"

Hearing this poem, Gao Shi clapped his hands and applauded: "What a red bean poem. The red bean sends lovesickness, and the two sycamore branches. It's just who is this red bean looking forward to? Dafu admires Mojie's deep affection!"

A trace of hesitation flashed in Princess Yuzhen's eyes, and she was covered by an overflowing smile: "I can't see that Youcheng is really a seed of infatuation. But although red beans are beautiful, they will grow old eventually. Although the flowers on the other side are extremely colorful, But there will always be a time. When the lovesickness becomes dirty, you can only see Yi Ren's tears on the sleeves? Why don't you hold hands with Yi Ren to express your love and spend a lifetime together?" After speaking, he waved his sleeves lightly, stood up and thought about it .After an appointment for a cup of tea, Princess Yuzhen smiled at Wang Wei and said, "The red-sleeved feast on the Hanjiang River under the moon, and the blue shirt accompanied the shadow to step into the Fuyuan. The eyebrows faded to red and peony, and half a strand of green silk was destined. Enter Shidengke Yan Yanyan, looking back but abandoning the oath of the alliance. With makeup but for who is the king, sighing indifferently and laughing at the world. (Note 2)”

An imperceptible wry smile flashed across the corner of Wang Wei's mouth, he shook his head and said, "Although red beans are easy to grow old, they have always prospered. Apricot blossoms, willows and flying flowers, red beans were born in the south of the Yangtze River. If you forcefully welcome it to Qinzhong , I'm afraid it will inevitably wither and wither. Lovesickness is better than love, the beautiful scenery is beautiful, Wu Nong whispers, there are many unpredictable things in the world, once you have it, you are satisfied, Wei dare not hope for the promise of three lives."

When Princess Yuzhen heard this, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and she murmured: "Lovesickness is better than falling in love, lovesickness is better than falling in love, some people only dare to lovesickness, but who knows that red bean is willing to be with you for the rest of your life?" Stay together."

As if aware of the change in the atmosphere at the banquet, Gao Shi hastily raised his glass and said, "In Gao's opinion, Her Highness's poem is very elegant. Gao was also aroused by His Highness, and I would like to compose a poem." A little poem to entertain you all." After finishing speaking, he got up lightly, paced and shook his head, thinking to himself.After about a cup of tea, Gao Shi raised his head and said: "The horseshoes circle the fortress and break the long river, and the moon is cold and frosty to illuminate the battle song. The camp is startled and sleepy, and the general has already fought in front of the battle."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand and said, "Mr. Gao has been stationed at the border with the general for a long time. He is not as elegant as You Cheng, nor as tender as the princess. He sings all the hooks with connected horns, and the river falls into the sun. Don't blame your highness."

Wang Wei smiled wryly and said: "Dafu has served the country, guarded the borders and guarded the country. Wang admires him for his good life. Wang always hates himself for not being able to bring Wu Gou to open up the territory for the Tang Dynasty, and he has a good skin. Dafuche Don't embarrass me anymore, otherwise Wang will really have to hide in Zhongnan Mountain and dare not 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 literary skills and martial arts skills are so extreme. It is really a great fortune for the Tang Dynasty and a blessing for the whole country to have a courtier like you."

Gao Shi gave a light salute to Princess Yuzhen to express his gratitude, then cupped his hands to the north of the city and said, "As the son of Tang Dynasty, Dafu should share the worries of His Majesty. Tian Khan's reputation spread to the world."

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Note 1: I used this poem to meet the occasion, don't blame me.

Note 2: This poem was written by Liu Yun, and experts should not blame the shallowness.

Well, after finishing this chapter, I feel that I have the potential to write prose. Is the article beautiful?Isn't Xiao Qi handsome?Do you have any red tickets?