It is not easy to be a monk in the Tang Dynasty

Zhang Yang finally lost to Lu Rui's offensive of tears, and agreed to take her to the so-called poetry meeting.

Seeing the little girl secretly laughing, Zhang Yang sighed helplessly, saying that women are made of water, which is really good, and now he has brought himself a golden mountain of water, so why don't he obediently catch her with nothing and let her do whatever she wants?

It seems that today I can't be lewd and my hands are so wet!Zhang Yang felt a little regretful, it was their loss that they couldn't let the majority of compatriots pay homage!

The poetry meeting was hosted by Miss Kong Qingyun, the granddaughter of Kong Yingda, and it was held in Furong Garden in the southeast corner of Chang'an City.

Furong Garden is a famous scenic spot in Chang'an in Tang Dynasty. It is located in the southeast corner of Chang'an City in Tang Dynasty. It got its name because of the twists and turns of the water.

It was called Kaizhou in the Qin Dynasty, and there was a palace called "Yichun Garden".When the Sui camped in the capital, Yu Wenkai dug the ground into a pond.Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty called the pool "Furong Pool" and the garden "Furong Garden".Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty restored the name "Qujiang Pond", but the garden was still named "Furong Garden".

According to records, during Emperor Xuanzong's reign, water was diverted from the south of the city to the Qujiang River via the Yellow Canal, and pavilions were built for the Furong Garden.Furong Garden occupies a lot in the southeast corner of the city, and protrudes outside the city, surrounded by walls. The total area of ​​the garden is about 2.4 square kilometers.Qujiang Pond is located in the west of the garden, with a water surface of about 0.7 square kilometers.

The whole park is dominated by waterscapes, a piece of natural scenery, and the coastline is tortuous, so you can go boating.Aquatic plants such as lotus and calamus are planted in the pool.Pavilions, halls and pavilions are hidden among the flowers and trees.As a scenic spot in Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty, Qujiang Pond was opened regularly, and everyone can play here.

The ancient literati preferred the night when they held poetry gatherings. The romantic elegance of discussing poetry and prose under the hazy moonlight has always been what they pursued, and the night is also the most stimulating poetic quality. How many people have written about the bright moon in the sky? In the poem, how many excellent works passed down through the ages appeared!

Zhang Yang thought viciously, if the bright moon was replaced by the sun, many people would be covered up by history as dust, at least the later professional moon writer Li Bai would be fatally affected!After all, no one would express any emotion in the scorching sun, so why not find a shady place, and still be exposed to the sun there?Unless one of the strings in the head is stretching and flexing!

It's still early now, although Zhang Yang intends to go to the Poetry Club where the beauties are like a cloud to take a look, visit and observe, but he is not in a hurry, there are still many things to do.

What gave Zhang Yang a headache was his hair. He couldn’t go to that poetry meeting with his head bare, because he would be too ostentatious and didn’t conform to his usual low-key demeanor, but he couldn’t always wear a hat to cover it up. It's okay, when the weather is hot in summer, I'm wearing a thick hat, and even thinking about it, I feel the urge to sweat.

Lurui understood Zhang Yang's distress, and directly rolled her eyes to express her contempt. It was such a simple thing that he wasted so much expression and so much thought. Wouldn't it be over if the little girl just put on a wig? Shocked Zhang Yang on the spot.

This, what is the situation, Zhang Yang has never thought that there will be such things as wigs in the current Datang, and he has no such concept in his mind.

In his mind, this thing can only be used by later generations. In ancient times, people with long hair didn't need it at all, and there was no market for wigs, so he never thought that wigs could be seen in Datang.

Facing Zhang Yang's obviously shocked face, the little girl smiled triumphantly, she knew more than the young master!

After tidying up, Zhang Yang got up and went to the abbot of Huichang Temple, Master Fazhao's monk's room, to inform him.

In ancient times, monks were not allowed to go out at will. If they went out, they had to report to the monastery. Since Master Fazhao treated him well, Zhang Yang was more willing to abide by this rule.

It is said that I am absolutely free in this Huichang Temple. I have no homework, no tasks, no reading scriptures and no need to copy books. This kind of happy life once made other people in the temple envious and panting.

Sure enough, when Fazhao heard that Zhang Yang wanted to go out, he immediately agreed. He didn't listen to the reason and didn't stop him at all. His kind attitude made Zhang Yang a little puzzled. What did Comrade Li send him to Huichang Temple for?Is it to send them a Buddha Lord for offering?

Zhang Yang was dawdling, ignoring Li Yi's sad little eyes after eating, Zhang Yang decided to take a nap, he was sleepy in spring, tired in autumn and took a nap in summer, spring is a good season for sleep now.Anyway, it was still early, so it seemed urgent to go so early.

In the evening, Zhang Yang was finally pulled up by Li Yi, who couldn't bear it any longer. They rode Li Yi's carriage to the Furong Poetry Fair. Identify the various similarities and differences of those ladies, and provide sufficient evidence for my own research on female morphology, physiognomy, and behavior.

The sky was a little dark, but the Furong Garden was indeed brightly lit, and it was a lively scene. You could see groups of young masters and young ladies accompanying each other everywhere. In the Tang Dynasty, it was not forbidden for women to be with men, so these young ladies gathered together The gifted scholars dressed like grooms were very relaxed in front of them, smiling like flowers, which made all the wolves drooling, and their Adam's apple swallowed up and down.

Zhang Yang expressed contempt for them, and how many of them came here for these beauties, it really ruined the atmosphere, this is a poetry club, anyway, I don't have such wretched thoughts!

"Brother Li, are you here too? Who is this?"

The visitor was very familiar, he greeted Li Yi loudly, and turned to look at Zhang Yang. After all, Zhang Yang's face was very strange, and he had never appeared in Chang'an's social occasions.

"Brother Cai, this is Brother Zhang Yang, you can call him Bianji! Bianji, this is Cai Kang and Cai Yongjian, you can call him Yongjian"

The two greeted each other, and Zhang Yang followed Cai Kang into the garden. At this time, the poetry meeting was about to begin.

"I heard that Kong Ying Da Kong offering wine will also come today!"

A young man dressed as a student was talking to his companions, he was very excited!

"Really? Is the news reliable? If that's the case, I won't hide my clumsiness tonight. It would be great if I can be appreciated by Kong Jijiu!"

Kong Yingda, the first contemporary scholar of the Tang Dynasty, the No. 30 second-generation grandson of Confucius, has always been known as the orthodox Confucianism, and his status among literati is unmatched. Academic contacts have great benefits for the future!Therefore, when they heard that old man Kong, who seldom appeared in public today, would appear, all the students were as excited as a chicken blood, and vowed to shock old man Kong with their favorite poems, so as to hug his thick thighs tightly!

Zhang Yang was a little lucky, fortunately he didn't have to take the imperial examination, so he didn't have to worry about it, he didn't have to imitate these students and become one of them.

It seems that this poetry meeting itself is still the right one, and it's great to watch it lively!