In February, there was already a residual cold, but after nightfall, the rain fell on Chang'an, and everything was depressed, making it even more desolate. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Mu Wangfu is the largest prince's mansion in Chang'an City, but it is also the most depressed prince's mansion, there is not even a doorman, and the palace that occupies a radius of hundreds of meters is even more deserted and terrible.

In the depths of the palace, Beichen's little face was red from the cold, sitting next to the stove while rubbing his hands, while looking at a bamboo scroll, and Meng Haoran and Meng Ge Lao were sitting quietly next to him.

"Little brother, this is the chain mail I used in battle, if you don't dislike it, put it on to keep out the cold!"

Striding in from outside the door, a burly, heroic middle-aged man, Beichen looked up, his expression was stunned, and he hurriedly got up and saluted: "The sinners have seen the prince!" ”

"You're welcome, I've always been deserted here, and there hasn't been a single person here for ten days and a half months, everyone who comes is a guest, I'm already very happy......" King Mu smiled heartily, without the slightest arrogance.

"Beichen, this King Mu is my New Year's friend, and he is very friendly, so he doesn't need to be courteous." Meng Haoran smiled slightly, stood up and stood with King Mu very unceremoniously.

Beichen frowned, he stared at King Mu's clothes, wearing a dragon robe embroidered with seven dragons, he should have the most status and status of the king, but why is the palace so deserted, and there is only one old slave to stay with?

After King Mu left, Beichen still had time to ask, but Meng Haoran sighed and muttered: "King Mu is not the emperor's brother, but a king with a different surname, King Mu's life is full of legends and loneliness......"

"In the past, Mu Xiang had won the emperor's "Wen can raise the pen to settle the world, Wu can go on the horse to determine the world" fourteen words of the highest evaluation, this is not a lie, but it is true, the first ten years to assist the government, govern the world, the last ten years **** more than that, King Mu raised the knife on the horse, with three thousand iron horses, and drove straight into Tubo, so he looked at it! ”

Beichen's body was shocked, and at this moment he suddenly realized, no wonder this person was wearing a dragon robe although he was a king with a different surname, it turned out that this person had such a terrible past.

"If you have a high merit, you will be robbed!"

Military attachés are different from civilian officials, the military spear can be reversed with one finger, and the pen pole can be killed!

With a long sigh, Beichen had a guess in his heart and muttered in a low voice, but Meng Haoran shook his head: "That's not the case, it's not that the emperor retrieved his 100,000 army talismans, but he took the initiative to hand it over." ”

"Voluntarily handing over?"

The pupils constricted, Beichen felt incredible, with an army of 100,000 under his command, what kind of temptation is this, think about it, I am afraid that the Tang Emperor will also be afraid of three points, and he will hand it over if he says to hand it over?

"Bei Gongzi, someone from outside is visiting......"

At this time, the only old slave in King Mu's Mansion walked in, first bowing to Meng Haoran, and then bowing to Beichen, very respectful.

Beichen didn't dare to hold it up, so he hurriedly got up and returned the salute: "Uncle Hua is serious, I don't know who is visiting outside?" ”

It was getting late, and in addition to the rain falling in Chang'an City, someone came to visit at this time, which surprised Beichen, thinking about his situation, I am afraid that it is full of people, except for the old man Meng Haoran and this leisurely prince, no one is willing to approach him.

"It's two young people, one is named Li Taibai and the other is Du Fu." Uncle Hua muttered.

"Li Taibai, Du Fu ......"

Beichen whispered, but in an instant he came back to his senses, his hand trembled, and he said excitedly: "Hurry up, please, hurry up!" ”

The world-famous poet and poet, the two came to visit him together, Beichen was not excited, he said, hurriedly greeted him, and regardless of the drizzle, he walked directly to the door of King Mu's mansion.

At the door, there are two people standing quietly, both of them are full of heavenly pavilions, at a glance, it is Lu Bu among people, red rabbits among horses, must be extraordinary, Beichen looked at the older young man, and smiled: "Presumably this is Du Fu, Brother Du, right?" ”

"Oh, you're the 'Qilin Genius' Beichen, Brother Bei?"

Du Fu was very surprised that Beichen recognized himself at a glance, and hurriedly saluted: "Go down to Du Fu again, the words are beautiful." ”

"Li Bai, the word is too white!"

Beichen saw the two most famous people in the Tang Dynasty, he was in a good mood, and hurriedly invited the two in, others don't know, but he understands very well, descendants may not remember Tang Emperor Li Longji, but they must know the poet immortal Li Bai, the poet saint Du Fu!

If you ask the world, who doesn't know: you don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning. You don't see the sad white hair of Gao Tang Mingjing, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Let's ask the world again, who doesn't hear it: will it be the top of the mountain, and see the mountains at a glance?

As everyone knows, Li Bai is refreshing by nature, and when he approached the living room, he first bowed to Meng Ge, and then asked: "Brother Bei, Taibai has something to understand, please solve your doubts." ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say it." I was fortunate to go against Li Baiyin's poems, and Beichen couldn't ask for it.

"You like a girl, and you exit in public, why do you still say, 'If life is only as you first see, what is the autumn wind and sad fan'?" Beichen was surprised, he was surprised that this poem was in that situation at that time, and said that this poem was definitely not suitable, so what was the intention of this move.

Hearing this, Beichen squinted his eyes, worthy of being a poet, heard the meaning of the poem, took a deep breath, Beichen stared at Li Bai and muttered: "Brother Li, life is not as good as it should be, how can you get everything you want?" ”

Thinking of the paper envelope and the hourglass of time, Beichen sighed with emotion: "Now it has become yesterday, flowers are like her and she are like flowers, people live for a lifetime, a little more far-fetched and helpless......"

"Now it's yesterday, flowers are like her, she is like flowers...... Du Fu, who is a little older, his eyes tightened, he seemed to feel Beichen's unwillingness, but he was helpless.

Seeing that the scene was deserted, Du Fu's eyes turned and he said, "Brother Bei, tomorrow you are going to fight with that Zhang Liang in Chang'an City, are you sure?" ”

"Aside from the certainty, I just have a question that I don't understand......"

Beichen said, walked to the side and picked up the bamboo scroll, handed it to Li Bai and Du Fu, the two frowned, Li Bai muttered in a low voice: "The sun is at the end of the mountain, the Yellow River flows into the sea, I want to be poor for thousands of miles, and go to the next level!" ”

"Good poetry!" As soon as Li Bai's voice fell, Du Fu clapped his hands and applauded, and his expression was emotional.

"It's really a wet ......"

Beichen sneered and said a word in homophonic words, but neither Li Bai nor Du Fu heard it, Beichen looked at the two of them and said meaningfully: "Poetry is a good poem, but the person who wrote the poem may not be a good person......

The two of them were suddenly surprised, and hurriedly looked at the place where they put down the pen, and said in a deep voice: "It's Zhang Liang!" ”

Li Bai was heroic and cheerful, and said bluntly to Beichen: "Brother Bei, this poem is written by Zhang Liang, is there anything wrong?" ”

"Tomorrow you will know, either my blood will be spattered in Chang'an City, or Zhang Liang's wisdom will be swept away, and he will never appear in my Datang territory!"

There are some things that Beichen can't tell others, and he can't tell others, and he can't say that this "Climbing the Stork Tower" is a poem by Wang Zhilian in his later years, not written by Zhang Liang.

really said it, let alone Li Bai and Du Fu, Beichen himself didn't believe it.

And when he saw this poem, Beichen's heart could be described as mixed, and he was not sure that the traveler who had traveled through time to the Tang Dynasty before was Zhang Liang!

"It doesn't matter, whether you are the last traverser or not, tomorrow I will let you reveal your true form in the first sentence!" Under the gaze of Li Bai and Du Fu, the corners of Beichen's mouth gradually rose an arc, full of playfulness.