Tiantang

Chapter 9 Qujiang Poetry Banquet (4)

Chapter 010 Qujiang Poetry Banquet (4)

After a while, the invited guests of some identities were basically seated.Zhang Xuan glanced at it, and the dandy's memory told him that he knew quite a few people - because everyone present could be described in this sentence: either Zhang Jiuling's former colleagues or old students.

Zhang Xuan also found that among the guests, those who belonged to bureaucrats and dignitaries had no real power, most of them were literary officials, and there were also a few unknown relatives of the emperor, most of whom were members of the Yang family.However, almost all the celebrities of the current dynasty living in Chang'an, such as Wang Wei, were present.

The so-called poetry and wine banquet is nothing more than drinking and entertainment interspersed with fighting poetry and singing and dancing. It belongs to a unique upper-class social communication activity in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.In such an occasion, celebrities are naturally indispensable.

Zhang Xuan knew in his heart that although the real Qingliu celebrities would not follow the power and join the powerful, but now Mrs. Guo and the Yang family are prominent because of the favor of Concubine Yang, and Mrs. Guo is called "Aunt" by the emperor. The government and the public are extremely expensive, and even the princess and below have to treat each other with courtesy.Mrs. Guo Guo issued the invitation in person, how many people dare not show face?
Besides, this is just a meeting of friends with poetry and wine, and it doesn't hurt too much.

There are also many scribes from the younger generation.Among them, Cui Huan of the Cui family, Xiao Fu, grandson of Kaiyuan Prime Minister Xiao Song and son-in-law Xiao Heng, Chen He, grandson of Zuo Chancellor Chen Xilie, etc.These are all celebrities who were later recorded in history, such as Xiao Fu, who later became the prime minister of the Dezong Dynasty and was the fifth person worshiped by the Xiao family in the Tang Dynasty.

Young scribes want to seek fame, and it is a shortcut to get the appreciation and recommendation of the powerful.Those young, energetic and pretentious young literati in Chang'an City don't want to stand out or even become famous in this elegant high society occasion, so the most people come, the emotions are the highest, and everyone's face is full of anticipation and reserved smile.

The place where Zhang Xuan was standing was quickly "cleared".Regardless of whether he knew or didn't know the sons and brothers, they all stayed away from him, and there was a lot of contempt in the eyes they cast.When an accident happened to the Zhang family, some people dismissed it, while others feared that it would cause trouble to the upper body.

In this way, a strange situation was formed on the periphery of the field: with Zhang Xuan as the dividing line in the middle, there were groups of young scholars on the left, and on his right were charming ladies, most of whom were officials from Chang'an. The family's female relatives and their maids.

It's just that Zhang Xuan looked indifferent and calm, unmoved.

Not as young as the weak crown, wearing a blue gown with a jade belt around the waist, with a face like a crown jade, standing against the wind, with fluttering skirts, the whole person looks tall and elegant.Some young girls around who don't know Zhang Xuan's background will cast bold and provocative glances from time to time.

Looking around, Zhang Xuan turned slightly excited eyes on Wang Wei and Wang Mojie.This multi-talented literary master of the Tang Dynasty, known as the "Buddha of Poetry" by later generations, was dressed in soap-colored casual clothes, with a clear appearance, two thick eyebrows slanted into the temples, and a long beard under his jaw. Does not look old, looks radiant and radiant.

Sitting there, Wang Weijin was chatting and laughing with the crown prince You Shuzi Qiu Wei who was sitting next to him, when he suddenly felt eager gazes from the crowd, he couldn't help but looked up, and saw a slender, tall and handsome young man smiling Looking at himself carefully, his eyes shifted, and he responded with a gentle smile.

Zhang Xuan also smiled, and immediately looked back.

There was a commotion from the crowd, and three young scholars who had just passed the weak crown walked side by side from the front with their heads held high, all of whom were tall and slender and handsome.Although these three people had gentle smiles on their faces, they couldn't hide the lofty and reserved nature in their bones.

It was Cui Huan, Xiao Fu, and Chen He, the representatives of the well-known young literati in Chang'an, who were known as the "Three Masters of Chang'an".

Of course, among the three, Cui Huan is still the head. Cui Huan is famous for his poems, calligraphy and paintings, and is the favorite student of Wang Wei, the current scholar leader.

The three of them separated from the crowd and walked in. First, they each bowed to the familiar elders or seniors, and then Shi Shiran sat in their own seats.Only these three people are eligible for the younger generation.

Countless envious eyes or enthusiastic eyes were projected on the three of them, Cui Huan fortunately looked calm and calm, and sat there calmly; but Xiao Fu and Chen He were young and full of heart after all, sitting there looking around, A slightly complacent brilliance appeared on his face.

Known and talented and born in a high-ranking family, he must have a bright future in the future.In the silent pursuit of a group of young scholars, the young people are high-spirited, and it is reasonable to be a little proud.

Not long after, with the sound of graceful drums coming from Tingtao Pavilion on the south bank of Qujiang Pool, two rows of beautiful girls in neon dresses, brocade skirts, bead curtains and jade emeralds lined up, holding jade plates or hands. Hold a sachet or scatter flowers with your hands, and there will be crisp and exquisite ding-dong sounds due to the collision of gold and silver jewelry while walking.

Between the two groups of girls in costumes, a lady with heavy make-up walked slowly.Wearing a light blue silk narrow-sleeved low-cut jacket, a white silk cloak on the shoulders, and a red skirt with gold flowers on it, and the red gorgeous shoes on the embroidered shoes are exposed under the skirt.The long sleeves are fluttering and swaying while walking, which is beyond words.

This is the famous Mrs. Guo Guo.Zhang Xuan stood there staring at it, shaking his head secretly in his heart: It's such a big momentum and ostentation, I'm afraid it's nothing more than the imperial concubine's trip, right?
Mrs. Guo Guo approached, and all the guests present bowed to greet her, "Ma'am!"

Although it is a woman who started her family because of nepotism, this does not affect the faint power and power on Mrs. Guo's charming face.She smiled reservedly, waved her sleeves and said loudly, "Excuse me, please sit down."

At this time, the following band also sat on one side and began to play.Amidst the melodious palace music, Mrs. Guo Guo, who was still sitting high, looked around the crowd, raised her lamp and said with a smile, "The slave family is the host today, and I invite all the great talents to gather in the Furong Garden in Qujiang Pond. Let's have a good time drinking and singing. If you don’t get drunk, you won’t return! Please drink!”

Everyone also smiled and toasted, "Please drink, madam!"

Mrs. Guo Guo smiled politely and raised her glass gracefully.And everyone covered their sleeves and drank one after another.

The maid waiting at the side hurriedly presented the silk handkerchief with a jade plate, Mrs. Guo Guo put down the cup, pinched the silk handkerchief with two slender white fingers, wiped the corners of her mouth carefully, then looked at the crowd and smiled again, " On such a beautiful day, fighting wine and poetry is fun. My family is not talented, so I would like to come up with a topic, and invite all talented people to recite poems and compose Fu, so as to leave a good story for today's event."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Guo Guo pondered for a while, turned her head to look at the row of weeping willows on the bank of Qujiang Pond, pursed her lips and said with a smile, "How about using willows by the river as the topic?"

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