My harem can't be this messy

Chapter 409 Poetry

This really means a blind date, isn't this just another form of blind date.

But this is the early Tang Dynasty, the era of parents' order and matchmaker's words, and free love is not popular!

I am the order of my parents and the words of the matchmaker, and my father made an appointment with Princess Tong'an. I have already married Miss Wang's family at this time, let alone someone else.But the atmosphere of the blind date in this poem is very full!
Could it be that Xingyang is already so open and free to fall in love?

Li Zhi thought about it carefully, and he figured it out a bit. Those who can come here are people with status in Xingyang and the surrounding areas. In fact, most of them are just looking for fun, and it's not really possible to find someone they like here.

In the end, it's just for fun. Of course, there may be some people who really want to find a lover and sister. It is estimated that the family also acquiesces.After all, those who are able to come here, they are well-matched, have already achieved this.

I can really meet a suitable one, and the family is not strictly controlled, so I can't say that I really made do with a few couples.

It seems that in ancient times, it was not entirely based on the words of matchmakers, but also on blind date shows.Of course, there must be a premise for this, and the family is right.It's extremely difficult to get together at this moment because they are in the wrong family.It's a different matter for a woman to be a concubine, only a wife is mentioned here.

Li Zhi figured it out, but he also found it interesting. At this time, he naturally only watched and listened. He didn't come here for some Miss Chengbei Historian.

At this time, in the pavilion, someone had already written a poem, and his own book boy passed it on here. The man next to the table read aloud. Li Zhi had already noticed that several painted boats had already approached the shore, very close to here. It's just that the curtain in the boat is still hanging, and only the figure of the daughter can be seen, but I really can't see it carefully.

At this time, the boat is far away, and the woman in the boat can naturally hear the voice of the man reciting poems.

"What do Miss Shi Jia think of Mr. Fang's poem chanting snow?"

"It's quite satisfactory, but it's a little less flexible. If it's a review, it can be rated as an upper-average one."

In the crowd, there was a sigh. It was naturally the young master Fang who wrote the poem. It seemed that the two had known each other for a long time. This young master Fang still had some meaning for Miss Shi, but Luo Hua was so intentional and ruthless!
Listening to these people's words, Li Zhi felt more and more that this poem would be interesting. These people really paid attention to what they said.

Li Zhi sat there, waving his folding fan lightly, and the romantic and talented people around him had already put a distance away from Li Zhi.

This peach blossom fan is too eye-catching, but who would want to sit with Li Zhi if they saw it.

Li Zhi was naturally happy and leisurely, just listening to the man read the poem, and then asked the person who wrote the title how the poem was.

After listening to it for a while, Li Zhi was a little amazed at the poetry writing level of these literati and refined scholars, and even more amazed at the appreciation level of these ladies.

People in the Tang Dynasty love poetry, and it is really not just talk, this level is recognized even if Li Zhi is familiar with [-] Tang poems.

Compared with the so-called presidents of such-and-such poetry clubs in later generations, such-and-such celebrities are indeed much better.

Some people in later generations can only use one word to describe their poems, which doesn't make sense, but they still think highly of themselves.

Li Zhi closed his peach blossom fan, with the bones of the fan slapping his palms, listening to Tang people's poems, it was really a kind of enjoyment, full of romance, full of love and sweetness, and occasionally one or two provocative sentences mixed in, but it also added some fun.

At this time, a maid walked over with a pink note, but she didn't hand it to the older man, but opened it directly with the note.

"My lady wants to compose a poem about peach blossoms for the gentleman holding the peach blossom fan."

Peach Blossom Fan, there is really only one person holding a Peach Blossom Fan here, and only King Jin, who is so open-minded, dares to hold a Peach Blossom Fan on such an occasion, and fan the wind for no reason at all.It's really like no one else around, stands out from the crowd, and stands out from the crowd.

"Who is your lady?"

Li Zhi got up, and the peach blossom fan shook lightly. At this time, the fan was also Li Zhi's identity.

"Miss Fang, Zheng's parent in Xingyang!"

The maid told about her family's family background, and there was already a gasp in the surroundings.

The Zheng family, in Xingyang, there is really no one who doesn’t know the Zheng family, no, it should be said that in Henan Province, there is no one who doesn’t know the Zheng family, that is a real high family, so high that ordinary people can only feel that it is unattainable .

And at this time, she was Miss Zheng's family, who was also the jewel in the palm of Zheng's family, and her status was not comparable to that of other houses.

At this time, Miss Zheng's family actually specially asked this person who was shaking the peach blossom fan to write a poem. I don't know how many people stared at Li Zhi at this time.

Li Zhi took it calmly, but Miss Zheng's family did appear.

Li Zhi took this peach blossom fan today, but he didn't just take it casually.

According to the news from the fourth room of the Zheng family, the eldest lady likes peach blossoms the most.

Li Zhi came for her, and naturally prepared an object that could attract her attention.

"I don't know which boat your lady is on!"

"It's good that this young master works here, and my lady can hear it."

"I want to recite a poem myself. For your young lady, it's best to get closer."

As Li Zhi said, he had already left the long corridor and was actually walking towards the painting boat.

"Young master, please stay still, it's good here, if you get too close, you will break the rules."

"Well, here it is, I am a very disciplined person."

"Is it a peach blossom poem?"

"Yes, my lord please!"

"Miss Zheng, listen up!"

Li Zhi opened his folding fan and walked outside the corridor.After shaking the folding fan three times, I heard a peach blossom poem from Li Zhi's mouth slowly coming.

Taohua Temple in Taohuawu, Taohua Temple under Taohua Fairy.

The Peach Blossom Immortal planted peach trees and picked flower branches for wine money.

If you are sober, you only sit in front of the flowers; when you are drunk, you have to sleep under the flowers.

Before and after flowers, day after day, drunk and sober year after year.

I don't want to bow before the chariots and horses, but I hope to die of old age in the flower wine room.

Cars, dust and horses are rich in interest, and wine cups and flowers are poor in fate.

If the rich is better than the poor, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky.

If the poor and the lowly are compared to a carriage and a horse, he has to drive me free.

The world laughs at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at the world for not being able to see through.

I remember that in the tombs of heroes in Wuling, there is no wine and no flowers to hoe the fields.

Tang Yin's "Peach Blossom Temple Poem", Li Zhi naturally likes it, and it is naturally catchy when he memorizes it now.This is also one of the few long poems that Li Zhi can recite.

Before the poem was uttered, Li Zhi actually heard a few laughs from the people around him, but when the first few lines of the poem were uttered, the surroundings were already silent, not to mention sneers, there was not even a single sound, except for Li Zhi's voice.

At this time, Li Zhi finished reciting the poem, and the surroundings were still silent, and for a while, the people around were still in the artistic conception of the poem.

When Li Zhi coughed lightly, no one around could get out of the artistic conception of this poem.

"it is good!"

The applause came from the middle-aged man who was reciting the poem just now. When the applause resounded, the surrounding applause immediately spread.

(End of this chapter)