Man Tang Huacai

Chapter 120

The calendar used today is "Da Yan Li", which is still very accurate.The four seasons of Tianbao are also distinct, from April to June is summer, and from July to September is autumn.

In mid-June, the great heat is the season when the humidity and heat are steaming, and everything grows wildly.

In the early morning, before Xue Bai woke up, he was already sweating profusely on the mat.

He vaguely felt that someone was taking off his clothes, and in a daze, he thought it was the concubine, pulled her catkin over her, and opened his eyes to see that it was Qing Lan.

"Is your husband hot?"

Qing Lan didn't panic when one hand was held, she was very used to holding hands with him now, she picked up a round fan with the other hand, and gently fanned him.

"Fortunately, I can bear it."

"Why does my lord sleep so long every day?"

"When the body grows."

Xue Bai muttered, woke up for a while, then turned his head to look, only to see the little maid's bright eyes staring at his morning erection again.

She looked at it seriously, and it took a while to realize that he had spotted her, and immediately lowered her head shyly.

"Lang Jun, I just thought that when I was in the tank, I didn't have any other meaning..."

Xue Bai realized that he was still rubbing her tender hands, and his thoughts moved.It's just that the little girl's face is flushed again, and she has no experience.

"Do you know how to prevent...pregnancy?"

"Lang Jun? What?"

"Oh it's all right."

The Du sisters and Yang Yuyao didn't want him to worry about these things in the past, but the little girl didn't understand anything and could cause big trouble.

What's more, even the matter of her low status has not been settled yet, if she has a child, she will be degraded.

Xue Bai then turned over, thinking that living alone with a widow and a lonely man is always too challenging, so it's better to drive her out of the main house.

Think again, I have been tested for a long time, so I am not afraid.

……

Now Wang Zhongsi has returned to the northwest for two months, and has not yet started to attack Shibao City. All he knows is that the imperial court has been sending officials to urge him.

Although I don't know how long it will be until the capture of Shibao City to repay Qinglan's citizenship and make him a good citizen, someone will use the case of the three common people to provoke trouble, Xue Bai wants to make early preparations.

In addition, in less than two months there will be the Imperial College Examination, followed by the Mid-Autumn Festival, the emperor will hold a royal banquet in the Qinzheng Building, and Anlu Mountain will also go to Chang'an to offer treasures.

Xue Bai thought it over and over again, just to be on the safe side, he should also offer something according to the interests of the current emperor.

He planned to write an opera based on the outline of "The Romance of the West Chamber", find some literati to polish it, find some singers to rehearse, and open the eyes of Li Longji, the founder of the Liyuan.

When he got up to change his clothes, he asked, "If you want to buy a singer, should you go to Dongshi to find Nu Yalang?"

"Lang Jun wants to buy a singer?" Qing Lan is very vigilant about this, "But... if you want to watch the dance, I can also dance for you."

"You can dance, let me see."

Qing Lan was a little embarrassed, took two steps back, twitched for a while, spread her arms, and danced around.

In the room in the early morning, she was dressed thinly, with fluttering skirts, showing a rather moving appearance, a little clumsy, she looked cute...but it was not a dance at all.

"Lang Jun, are you alright?"

Xue Bai smiled.

Qing Lan pursed her mouth and muttered in a low voice: "Caiyun said that I danced beautifully, if you want to watch the dance, just be pretty."

"What are you talking about?" Xue Bai said, "I'm looking for a professional and serious rhythmic dance, and I can influence it."

Qinglan didn't believe him, and secretly scolded Mr. Lang for being a fool, that there were beautiful maids at home who didn't want to dance, and wanted to spend money to buy singers outside.

"Your Majesty is about to take the year-old exam, and this servant thinks it's better to study with peace of mind."

~~
Xue Bai did study with peace of mind.

He often goes to Yan's house to learn how to take exams...

"There are three examinations for Jinshi, scriptures, poems, and policy questions. In addition, calligraphy also affects the ranking."

Yan Yan held a ruler in her hand, although she didn't dare to hit Xue Bai, she patted her little palm lightly from time to time.

"The scriptures are nothing more than filling in the Confucian classics and Taoist scriptures, just memorize them by rote; policy questions and answers to current affairs, just have something to say; calligraphy, my brother has learned the true biography of the Yan family, and is getting more and more refined. These brothers can barely pass the test, you know What is your weakness?"

She is not very old, but her aura is not small. She asked herself and answered in the tone of a teacher: "Poetry and prose. The director praises and criticizes. In fact, poetry and prose are the most important thing. The result? Poetry is famous and famous. Xue Lang from Chang'an wrote poems and essays for the exam, and the meter and rhyme are in a mess, so if you spread the word, don't you want to lose face?"

Speaking of getting up, Yan Yan imitated the way Yan Zhenqing taught her when she was a child, staring at Xue Bai's face.

It's a pity that the word "oh" at the end was a little bit unrepressed, and a childish air came out.

Xue Bai just turned his head to look at her, but she let out her arrogance first, and dodged away a little naively.

"Cough cough, Grandpa is being pissed off anyway, so I have to teach you right now. Well, let me take a look. Let me teach you from the imperial examination exams over the years as an example."

"it is good."

Yan Yan had been prepared for a long time, took out a scroll from the shelf, unfolded it, and said: "In the second year of Kaiyuan, Jiayin Chunwei, titled Qifu, with the rhyme of 'the wind is sunny, the military country is clean', brother, come here Write one."

"..."

After a while, Yan Yan frowned slightly, a little confused.

But she did have patience with Xue Bai that no one else had, and soon she relaxed her brows again, and spread the scroll in front of Xue Bai.

"It doesn't matter, let's look at the No. [-] Fu of the year, 'The Rongwei of Xia Guohua, the multi-work of Liangzi Banner. Wencheng is a friend, and the shadow is extinguished in the frosty sky. It is winding and foggy, and suddenly swaying to open the wind." Here , Gong, kong, wind, what rhyme is used?"

Xue Bai pondered.

Du Yu once gave him a copy of "Qie Yun", and he tried hard to memorize it, but it was much more difficult than memorizing a dictionary.

"Dong Yun." Yan Yan reminded, "It's Dong Yun."

Xue Bai read it a few more times and asked, "Why do 'empty' and 'wind' have the same rhyme?"

"That's how the ancient rhyme is read. Look at my tongue...Long...doesn't it sound like the wind? Brother, just remember it like this..."

~~
Wei Yun sat on the edge embroidering until Xue Bai got up to leave.

"Master, the students are gone."

"San Niang is ignorant, her words are not big or small, don't take offense to her."

"No, Sanniang has taught me a lot. There is no long or short, where the Tao is, and where the teacher is."

Since Xue Bai received the favor of the Yan family, he still cared about some things, he said: "Reverend Qixuan practiced in seclusion a while ago, I plan to pay a visit to Zhongnan Mountain in the next few days, and ask him to see Sanniang."

"You kid, don't worry about it." Wei Yun looked at Xue Bai with a smile and said, "It looks like you've grown a bit taller, and cut two more clothes in autumn."

She asked the embroiderer at home to measure Xue Bai, and chatted about family affairs, starting with Yan Yan's illness.

"Sanniang was weak since she was a child. Some people said that it was because of conflicts with our husband and wife. In addition, we had never raised a daughter, so we adopted her brother and sister-in-law to raise her for nine years. Therefore, although she is our only daughter, she is also the third child of the brother-in-law's family. mother……"

This "brother and sister-in-law" refers to Yan Zhenqing's elder brother Yan Gaoqing and his wife Cui Shi.

Xue Bai was very interested in this person, so he made a special inquiry, and learned that Yan Gaoqing's family had entered the officialdom, and he was first appointed as Fan Yang's Cao Canjun. Judge Tian.

Just yesterday, the Yan family received a letter stating that Yan Gaoqing will come to Chang'an with An Lushan next month.

"So, Sanniang has two grandparents."

"Well, they are all my grandparents."

Xue Bai said naturally: "Then in autumn, when Duke Yan arrives in Chang'an, I should meet him face to face."

Yan Yan rolled her eyes, and immediately knew that this elder brother was trying to make friends with officials again, so she let out a sigh of relief, showing his helpless expression.

"..."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Xue Bai left.

Back at Xue's house, Du Wulang was there again.

"The New Year's Examination is coming soon, and then the Spring Festival?" Xue Bai asked, "Don't you study?"

"I'm Mingjing." Du Wulang said as a matter of course, "It's the same wherever I recite the scriptures. I can bring Jiulang and Shishilang to study together when I come here."

"Really? But I didn't see you recite."

"No rush, wait until lunch."

"By then you'll be sleepy again."

Xue Bai didn't bother to pay attention to Du Wulang anymore, turned back to the west backyard, had lunch with Qing Lan, spread out the scrolls, picked up the pen, and prepared to write an opera.

However, the brush was hanging on the paper, but it didn't come down for a long time.

It wasn't until someone knocked on the door of the east courtyard again with a "dong dong dong".

Xue Bai actually put a knocker on the door of the inner courtyard, and he refused to break through the courtyard wall to better integrate into Xue's family.

"Brother Six, someone is looking for you again." Xue Shishilang said, "Brother Six is ​​a celebrity, right? So many people come to visit me, I'm going to be a door boy."

Xue Bai patted the child's head and said, "You study hard, and you will be a celebrity in the future."

"Okay, I want to be like Sixth Brother."

This time it was Princess Yuzhen who posted the post, inviting him to a banquet the next day.

Because of Yan Yan's matter, Xue Bai wanted to pay a visit to Princess Yuzhen, so he readily agreed, and then went back to the west backyard to pick up his pen. After thinking hard for a long time, he finally wrote something.

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The next day, I met Wang Wei in front of Princess Yuzhen's mansion in Taipingfang.

Wang Wei came here as soon as he left the office, wearing a red official robe.

"Mr. Mojie is being polite." Xue Bai looked at him with a smile, and said, "This new official robe is more suitable for Mr. temperament."

"Thanks to you." Wang Wei didn't see much joy on his face, he waved his hand lightly, and said, "I've moved to be a doctor of the Ministry of Treasury."

"Congratulations."

Even if it is Shifo, who has benefited from Xue Bai this time, he has to express his opinion.

"The New Year's Examination and the Spring Festival are approaching, you should work harder, and don't let others take the blame."

The meaning of these words is that Wang Wei was willing to help Xue Bai to become a student, so he persuaded him to add some knowledge, lest there will be another farce that drags Bai, and the scene will not be good.

Xue Bai smiled and said: "Chunwei, I have my own way. If Mr. Mojie feels that he owes me a favor, he owes it first, and he will always be paid in the future."

Wang Wei frowned slightly, as if unwilling to owe favors.

The two walked into the huge princess mansion, and Xue Bai took out a scroll and handed it over.

"Please take a look, sir."

"This is?"

"The drama." Xue Bai said, "I want to write an opera, but my talents are limited. I want to ask Mr. Mojie to write it together."

He said he was going to write together, but in fact, what he wanted was to ask Wang Wei to write, and he himself would only be a guide.

After all, the story of the monkey can be told in the vernacular, but opera is based on real skills.

He didn't ask Yan Zhenqing to take action in this matter, because Yan Zhenqing valued practical affairs and didn't like to please the emperor with these gorgeous sentences.In this regard, Wang Wei's talent is obviously better. After all, he once served as Tai Lecheng, specializing in music and dance.

Wang Wei stopped in his tracks and stared at the content on the scroll with a strange look in his eyes.

After a long time, he put away the scroll and handed it back to Xue Bai's arms.

"I can't do this."

"Mister is unparalleled in talent and proficient in temperament."

"It's too gorgeous." Wang Wei said lightly, "It conflicts with my writing style. If I write for you, it will affect my poetry and prose realm."

Although he knew that this was a good opportunity to win the holy family, he was not so motivated after all.

But thinking of his friendship with Xue Bai, he still said: "I will find someone to write for you."

"Thank you, Mr. Mojie."

Wang Wei nodded flatly, and a maidservant greeted him in front of him, leading them to change clothes and rest for a while.

Somewhat strangely, Xue Bai was taken to the backyard alone, bypassing the courtyard walls, and went straight to an attic.

The maid stopped, and Wan Fu said, "Xue Lang, please come in."

The surroundings are very quiet, and there is an ajar door on the other side of the corridor.

Xue Bai realized that something was wrong, but it was nothing more than soldiers coming to block, water and earth covering him, so he stepped over, pushed the door open and entered.

There is a person standing behind the curtain.

Lifting the curtain and looking, this person is over forty years old, with a large figure and several raised scars on his face, he is the eldest son of the emperor Li Cong, King Qing.

……

"Xue Lang doesn't need to be polite."

Without waiting for Xue Bai to salute, Li Cong took a step forward, supported his arms, and took a deep look at him.

Although the scarred face approached a bit scary, Li Cong's eyes were very kind.

"Like, really like."

"What does Prince Qing mean?"

"Shenyu Huijie, Gao Biaolangxiu, with such a demeanor and appearance, he deserves to be the queen of the Xue family." Li Cong muttered to himself: "I saw you in the Forbidden Garden before, and I was thinking that you really look like a son-in-law. Xue Ru."

This kind of saying is to listen to, after ten years, ghosts can recognize the appearance.It's about friendship, it's all about benefits.

Xue Bai didn't answer.

Although he had a premonition that such an event would happen, he was far from ready to become Xue Pingzhao.

At this time, it is very unfavorable for him to make friends with Li Cong and get involved in the battle for the throne.

Because what Li Longji was most afraid of were these restless things in the ten kings' house, who were courtiers, and whoever recruited them would be a fire.

Li Cong seems to be the king of Qing, but in fact he has no power, just a prisoner.

But this kind of thing cannot be avoided, when the Youxiang Mansion and the East Palace regard Xue Bai as a lineage of King Qing, the truth is no longer important; and Xue Bai is still very young, but Li Longji will die sooner or later. Relationships that do more harm than good will again be crucial.

The measure is extremely difficult to grasp, and many people have been killed in Dali Temple because they did not grasp this measure, and the whole family was sent to Lingnan.

"I don't understand what King Qing is saying." Xue Bai said.

"Eighteen Niang has already exposed this matter, and also said that you and I have an affair." Li Cong said: "It can be seen that the children of Concubine Wu Hui will not let you go."

Coincidentally, Li Niang ranked eighteen among the princesses, and Li Wei ranked eighteen among the princes, both of whom were born to Concubine Wu Hui.

Xue Bai said: "She made a false accusation, the sage doesn't believe it."

"They will prove this sooner or later." Li Cong sighed, "Back then when Concubine Wu Hui designed the case of the three common people, I had a deep relationship with the crown prince and tried my best to save his sons. Unfortunately, I was unable to rescue the Xue family. I still hate it deeply. Now You have finally grown up, but you are too talented, you will definitely become a thorn in the side of Concubine Wu Hui, and then you will be very dangerous."

There are many hidden meanings in these words.For example, if it is said that the deposed prince Li Ying is the prince, where will Li Heng be?Although the Concubine Wu Hui's family now poses a small threat to the throne, they are their common enemy.

Xue Bai knew that he was in danger. Before meeting Li Cong, he was prepared to deal with it, but seeing Li Cong was even more dangerous.

He maintained a calm and gentle attitude, denied it flatly, and said: "I am not the son of Xue Xiu, the son-in-law, how can they prove this?"

This disappointed Li Cong, he thought that everyone would hit it off.But this is a big event, and he can't be discouraged by it, and still maintains a close attitude.

"You are."

Talking about this matter, Li Cong's tone was more determined than others, saying: "You can ask Si Niang about this matter."

"Si Niang?"

"Princess Tangchang, she is imprisoned in Tangchang Temple in Anyefang as a female crown."

Xue Bai asked back: "If it's true, I'm afraid that my death is approaching, King Qing might protect me?"

"I will try my best." Li Cong said without hesitation.

After finishing speaking, he stepped forward and patted Xue Bai's arm lightly, and said: "Since you can do this, I believe there must be a way."

"Prince Qing is afraid that there may be some misunderstanding."

"It's okay, you will trust me in the future."

Li Cong does not have any power at all, so he is not here to help, but to express his opinion.

Yang's party is growing in power and must oppose the East Palace. Sooner or later, he must find a prince to support him. He thinks he is the best candidate, and he thinks that Xue Bai will naturally get close to him.

However, Xue Bai didn't think it was necessary to determine who to support first, just like Li Linfu didn't know that King Shou had no future?
It is precisely because Li Linfu understands too well that the sage only cares about himself, and in comparison, he doesn't care so much about the future of Datang.Whether the prime minister can suppress the crown prince is the key, who will be the crown prince in the future?The sage has more than twenty sons and more than a hundred grandsons. As long as he has power, who is he to support?

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Xue Bai walked down the attic, there was no one else in the courtyard, only a servant girl led Xue Bai to the front hall for the banquet.

Thinking back about the matter just now, he judged that Li Cong could not be sure that he was Xue Pingzhao at all, and the reason why he said that was nothing more than tricking him to find Princess Tang Chang.And once he goes there and is discovered, regardless of whether it is true or not, he will become Xue Pingzhao, and everyone's interests will be completely bound together.

The risk of this matter is too great, and the benefit is too small, but sooner or later it will be faced.

Responses may need to catch up more quickly.

……

Entering the front hall and sitting down, Princess Yuzhen and Wang Wei have not yet arrived.

But there are two women's crowns walking side by side, floating inside, one is like a lotus flower, with a noble temperament, the other is like a peach blossom, shining in its glory, it is Li Tengkong and Li Jilan.

Li Tengkong was still holding his fly whisk in his hands, but Li Jilan's eyes lit up when he saw Xue Bai. He stepped forward and handed a stack of colored notes to Xue Bai with both hands.

"Can Xue Lang comment on my lyrics?"

Xue Bai looked at it, and what she saw in her beautiful eyes was actually her love for poetry.

He froze for a moment, then took the colored paper, and the first thing he saw was a little poem.

"From near to far, from deep to shallow Qingxi."

"As high as the sun and the moon, as close relatives as husbands and wives."

Xue Bai looked at it, a little silent, knowing that he couldn't comment on this poetess at all.

One of his hands was placed on his scroll, thinking back to what Wang Wei said, he already understood who was suitable to write the drama he wanted.

　Chapter 2, let me pass it again, about [-] minutes~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)