Song Gexing

Chapter 251 The showdown between Shui Tiao Ge Tou and Lin Jiang Xian

It was August [-]th in the third year of Xining. It was a good day to enjoy the moon and celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. However, Zhao Paner gave birth to a son this morning.

The Mid-Autumn Festival that night was so lively that Zhao Fang was so happy that he ordered an all-nighter in Bianjing. It happened that Su Shi was transferred to the Ministry of Household Yuanwailang and returned to Bianjing to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.

At this time, Zhao Fang caught him and forced him to write a good lyric tonight, and he also gave him the title of Shui Tiao Ge Tou in a sly way.

According to the rules of the Song Dynasty, the Mid-Autumn Festival follows the rules of the Song Dynasty. Whether it is officials or common people, after eating at home during the Mid-Autumn Festival, relatives and friends will gather together to drink and have fun. The same goes for the emperor.

Tonight, Zhao Fang will hold a banquet in the palace, gathering his brothers, sisters and relatives of wealthy families. Naturally, ministers who are close to him are indispensable. Su Shi just returned to Beijing and it is inevitable that he will come.

"When will the bright moon come, ask the blue sky for wine... I hope that people will live long and live together for thousands of miles."

Su Shi is worthy of being a great writer. Even though he was chased away by Zhao Fang, he still wrote this popular poem in advance.

All the royal relatives and relatives were restrained on the spot, but Zhao Fang was singing while shaking his head. It was no surprise that Lao Su could still write this poem.

It was originally going to be written 13 years later, in the ninth year of Xining reign of Emperor Shenzong of the Song Dynasty, when Su Shi was the magistrate of Mizhou, missing the brotherhood with his younger brother Su Che.

That's because he hasn't seen his younger brother in seven years. The two brothers have been inseparable since childhood, but after they became officials, they got together less and separated more. This time, it was a full seven years, which made him sigh and miss him.

But now he also misses his younger brother. In the second year of Jiayou, both he and his younger brother were awarded Jinshi. Su Che stayed in Bianjing to serve, while he went to Hangzhou.

It has been six years since they last met. Coincidentally, he was transferred back to Bianjing, while Su Che went to Luoyang for inspection as the censor.

In addition, Zhang Zai, Zhang Dun and the three of them gathered together every day in Zhao Fang's Prince's Mansion, talking about poetry and essays, and giving advice on the country. Now, one of them is in the northwest and the other is in Jeju Province, and they feel more like missing their friends. .

The same feeling of longing was inspired to burst out in this reunion festival. It is normal to write this famous poem that will last forever. Who let it be Su Shi?

Immediately, this poem was spread outside the palace, and the literati and poets who were gathering in various houses suddenly became a sensation. People sang songs everywhere in Bianjing city late at night.

Zhao Fang clapped his hands and applauded, then turned to look at Yan Jida and said: "Xiao Yan, you can also sing a song. No matter the word card, it only needs to be about the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Before Yan Jidao could answer, Su Shi smiled and said, "The officials favor one over the other. Why are there no restrictions on questions when we get to Shuyuan?"

Zhao Fang hurriedly smiled and said: "Isn't it true that you are eight Dou taller than Zizhan? Besides, you are one year older than Shuyuan, so you can't give in to others?"

Everyone laughed at his scoundrel behavior. Zhao Xin whispered to his brother-in-law Gao Shilin: "You see, brother-in-law, our eldest brother is such a scoundrel. If you don't believe me, just ask your father."

Zhao Zhen naturally returned to the palace to celebrate the festival tonight. He was in high spirits and took a nap before attending the banquet. At this moment, he was praising Su Shi's good words.

He didn't hear the stupid son's words, but saw the eldest son's shamelessness. He laughed and echoed: "Su Qing is so talented, so don't embarrass Yan Qing. The eldest brother is right. You are my brother and you should give in."

Su Shi was naturally joking, and borrowed the hand of the donkey down the slope to say: "I listen to the emperor and won't argue with the officials. However, Shu Yuan has to write a good poem. I know Xiao Yan's famous name."

Yan Jidao is naturally quite famous. It should be said that he is not inferior to Su Shi. Su Shi became one of the Eight Great Masters, relying not on poetry but on articles.

After hearing this, Yan Jidao, who originally wanted to write a song about water tunes, hesitated, but realized that if the name of the poem was restricted, it would be impossible to compare with this poem.

Not to mention restrictions, even if there are no restrictions, it would be difficult. This poem can be said to be the best in writing about the Mid-Autumn Festival. It has reached the top and cannot be surpassed.

No longer insisting, he lowered his head to think. After a while, he suddenly raised his head: "The pen and ink are waiting!" The palace maid immediately moved and brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone. He took the lake pen and wrote a poem - "Linjiang Immortal Dream" The high lock on the back balcony is vividly displayed on the paper.

"After the dream, the tower is locked high, and the curtains are drooped after being sober. Last year, when the spring was about to come, the fallen flowers were independent, and the gentle swifts flew together."

"I remember the first time I met Xiao Ping, the double heart word Luo Yi. The pipa string said lovesickness. The bright moon was there at that time, and it returned with the colorful clouds."

As the palace maid sang with a graceful voice, a faint feeling of longing spread out. Zhao Fang was silent for a long time and sighed: "You, you, I still can't forget you!"

The title of Su Shi's water tune song is about missing his brothers, while Yan Jidao's poem is about missing his former love.

It was also written on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, but this poem did not name the Mid-Autumn Festival, but only used the word "bright moon" to hint at the scene when he first met Xiaoping during the Mid-Autumn Festival of that year.

"good words!"

Just as everyone was immersed in this faint sadness, Su Shi seemed to have just woken up, and he slapped the table and cheered loudly.

Zhao Fang was startled and immediately rolled his eyes at him and said, "Why are you shouting so loudly? Who doesn't know this is a good word!"

Su Shi just ignored him, and began to chant to himself: "The fallen flowers are independent, and the swifts fly together. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it once returned under the colorful clouds." These four sentences came.

Finally, he looked at Yan Ji strangely and said, "When did Shuyuan experience this? This little Ping..."

"Ahem, cough, cough." Zhao Fang interrupted him with a series of coughs. Yan Jidao raised his head and smiled: "Guan, please stop coughing. I'm just a little sad, so I won't be too overwhelmed with thoughts."

Only then did Zhao Fang feel relieved, but immediately complained about him: "Sad ass, I said I wanted someone to come, but you are embarrassed, who is to blame."

Su Shi said curiously: "Let's talk about it. Now that Shuyuan is relieved, the officials can talk about it."

Zhao Fang glanced at Yan Ji and said: "This boy made two friends in Nancheng back then. They had a great time singing poetry, drinking and singing. He met a few singing girls there. He fell in love with them and was embarrassed to ask for them. But now it's better. They don't know where to go. Oh no, I regret it again when I think about it..."

"Who regrets it? The officials are talking nonsense."

"Okay, you don't regret it, do you? That Lao Gao will give away Xiaolian and Xiaoping tomorrow. Yes, Xiaohong and Xiaoyun will also marry them."

Gao Jujian smiled and nodded in response, but Yan Jidao was stunned. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and said in a voiceless voice: "Have the officials found them all?"

"I won't give it to you if I find it. Didn't you say you don't want it?"

"The official family..."

"It's useless to call!"

"It's useless, I'll go find a few empresses and cry!"

Zhao Fang was choked immediately, pointing at him and holding back the sentence "scoundrel" for a long time, but Yan Jidao said with a smile: "I learned it from the officials. Who asked me to follow the officials since I was a child? It is not easy to learn well, and it is not easy to learn bad. ah."

(End of this chapter)