Except for some staff members of the Yasukuni Mansion, everyone has never been here, and they have been amazed all the way.

During this period, a female nun gathered in the Guanyin Pavilion, quite a few years old, accompanied by Mrs. Yasukuni and other female dependents to welcome at the mountain gate.

Today, Mrs. Yasukuni wore a black embroidered wide-sleeved fairy skirt with wings spread and golden phoenix, and the bright red soft gauze and gold silk shawl danced in the mountain breeze, full of gold, and surrounded by all the noble ladies and nuns behind her, which was extravagant and domineering, and had the momentum of the queen mother in myths and legends.

When Mrs. Ruan heard that the crown princess was coming, where did she dare to show her face, while saying that the wind was blowing her headache, she hid in the meditation room to rest, and sent her second daughter-in-law to hurry up to find Brother Ruan Yue.

After a while, Mrs. Yasukuni didn't seem to have the unhappiness of the East Palace, so she stepped forward and took Ling Xiang's hand and said: "Knowing that the crown princess is pregnant, I asked Tugui to send a lot of things to the East Palace, but the mother still has to use it? If you lack anything, just tell me." When those who are in a hurry are all gone, I will go into the palace to see you. ”

She is so familiar and friendly, Ling Makeup is always bad at refuting her face in front of people, and they all say yes one by one.

The foreign women visited the princess, the concubine and others again, and the lady of Yasukuni said with a smile: "This mountain gate, which is congested by us, seems stingy, or go in to worship Guanyin Bodhisattva, bless the princess to become a man in one fell swoop, and then go to see the good of the river view." ”

Everyone said yes one after another.

Rong Xijue smiled, kissed Ling Makeup, men and women Yan You, although it was a worship of the Buddha, it was also infinitely interesting.

The palace of Guanyin Pavilion is built under the belly of the mountain, deep zhang Xu, hollow bottomless, frame wood for the niche, there is a stone tablet in front of the tree. The statue of Guanyin painted by Wu Daozi is very unique.

Ling Xiang led all the women to pay homage to Guanyin Master and came out to meet the prince. Only to find that the dignitaries and dignitaries in the court, all who could squeeze in front of them, almost all crowded here, and the very empty riverside platform was full of people.

Someone shouted to call the prince to view the inscription.

Rong Xijue didn't pay attention to it, and Fu Ling Makeup slowly walked to the railing next to the observation deck.

Immediately, the head of a nun stepped forward and explained: "Guanyin Pavilion was built on the rock mountain, and the incense was at its peak during the Northern and Southern Dynasties. It was only because of the flooding from time to time that it was rebuilt many times. Now there are 12 holes in the belly of the mountain, which were formed by the impact of the river. This place is on the edge of a cliff. It is the best place to look at the Yangtze River. ”

Looking at the railing, there is a large ferry not far from the bottom, and the cargo ships come and go, bustling. It's bustling.

The Yangtze River is offshore here. Look at the rolling waves, mighty and mighty, pouring thousands of miles, magnificent. The two looked at the white sails on the river side by side, and their hearts were open and quiet.

No matter how dangerous and magical nature is, people also have ways to explore and conquer, but two people from the south and the north need all kinds of fate. In order to meet and get to know each other, Ling Xiang looked at her husband beside her. Rong Xijue was also looking down at her, although the thoughts of the two were different, they both had a warm smile.

The festival of the day was built near Swallow Rock.

Here is called "the first rock of the Yangtze River", the waves under the cliff hit the shore, thousands of miles of frost and snow, and the pride is a thousand fathoms. The south of the mountain is connected to the river bank, and the other three sides are surrounded by the river, the terrain is very dangerous, but it is also an excellent place to enjoy the river view.

There is no meandering water, but there are children holding various melons and fruits and dishes to shuttle back and forth between the seats.

People call friends, push cups and change lamps, and the sons with literary talents gather in a big circle, launch a person, please start with a poem, throw bricks and lead jade, and comment on a literary kui.

Zhou sat under a coptis tree, looking at the writer selected by the nobles of Kyoto to compose poems, it was his husband Ruan Yue, but his heart was more bitter than Coptis chinensis.

But I saw Ruan Yue on top of a boulder, with a brocade hat and a mink fur, looking like a dog, with a pretentious smile, and arched his hand to everyone: "Thanks to the love of all the princes in the same year, I don't know what the topic will be? Who will be the referee?"

Someone said loudly: "Let's be in Yanziji, let's take Yanziji as the theme!"

The eyes of the surrounding ladies were all attracted to them.

The sons of the prince and the children of the eunuchs were even more coquettish, and a young man who seemed to be separated by the Yangtze River walked a few steps to a prince wearing a lotus blue crewneck shirt, "Yao Qigongzi of the Wenyuan Pavilion University Scholar is here, isn't the referee ready-made?"

"Oh, it doesn't work. The people around Yao Qigongzi jumped up, but many people recognized it as the famous peach blossom Yao Jiu, and they all immediately looked at him.

"My seventh brother is the champion of the new department, Ruan Shilang is a rare senior champion of three yuan and the first, the two of them are not compared, this leader is not directly asked Ruan Shilang to take it?

Yao Qigongzi shook his head again and again, there was no way to take this trouble-provoking ninth brother, and everyone continued to coax, so he had to stand up and bow to Ruan Yue and said, "Lord Ruan, please first." ”

Ruan Yue was already extremely conceited about his talents, and he was not polite, he turned his eyes to look at the vast river, and said in a man's voice: "Thousands of sails race across the head of the Yangtze River, and the cliff is a lonely cloud swallow building." The past of the Six Dynasties disappeared with the waves, and a few people in Jinling were ......" (the poem is made up by me, if there is a mistake, please do not delve into it.) ）

"Good!"

"Ruan Lang has seven steps!"

"What an exit. ”

"Not only nostalgic for the past, but also praise the merry young man of today's event, Ruan Shilang's talent!"

The applause around him was endless, and some people raised their glasses and toasted before he finished chanting.

Of course, Ruan Yuegui is the right attendant of the ministry, which is a real fat difference, and the official position is better if he is a good poet, and most of the people also have a heart of stuttering.

Sure enough, someone said to Yao Qi: "Yao Qigongzi, Ruan Shilang's first four sentences, not to mention that there are no ancients before, it is also Zhuyu in front, it is better to continue the last four sentences of the seventh prince, and achieve today's good story." ”

Yao Jiu squinted at the man, but it was the fifth elder of the Jiqing Hou family, and he couldn't help but be angry, and said, "You are also my brother-in-law, are your elbows bent outward?

The Jiqing Hou family already had a mustard in their hearts for Yao Jiu, who repented of his marriage, and the fifth child couldn't help but sneer at this time: "Embroidered pillows, I will think so, Yao Qigongzi is the last champion appointed by the first emperor, is that fake?"

When Ruan Yue heard this proposal, he naturally didn't go any further, but looked at Yao Qi with a smile.

Since ancient times, the literati were light, Yao Qi did not feel that Ruan Yue was unattainable, got up and walked to the edge of the craggy strange rocks under the shade of the trees, looked at the waves crashing on the shore, and suddenly became proud, slowly turned around, and blurted out:

"Heavenly Dao Zhaozhang pushes Wu Chu,

The sea breeze shook the stones with rage.

The smoke waves are in,

In vain, the king of Yue will be sorrowful. ”

Everyone began to shake their heads and comment, and some people said: "Ruan Shilang is magnificent, nostalgic for the past and the present, which is really a step higher." ”

Some people mentioned this, of course, most of the noble sons praised Ruan Yue in order to appear literate.

Who knew that a person suddenly jumped out from behind the mountain and rock, and said loudly: "There are so many people, can't they tell the difference?" Yao Qilang is poetic and timeless, and he is naturally several times higher than Ruan Yue in one word. (To be continued.) )