In a blink of an eye, it was already afternoon, Beichen was lying on the Taishi chair, chatting and laughing with Wang Changling, drinking and talking, and the two tacitly did not mention poetry, but chatted about state affairs for a long time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Ge Lao, Beichen has heard that there are a lot of outsiders in the court, can this matter be taken seriously?"

Beichen asked in a low voice, now in the middle and late stages of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but the reality is more or less different from what he knows, and he still has to confirm how many peaceful days there are in the Tang Dynasty now.

"Alas......"

Frowning, Wang Changling let out a long sigh and said in a deep voice: "Tubo, the six countries led by Nanzhao, in the name of sending tribute, came to test my Tang Dynasty. ”

Wang Changling said, looked at the southwest, and muttered to himself: "Who would have thought that under the peaceful and prosperous times, it has long been embattled, and the great powers have been divided, and war may break out overnight." ”

Looking at the group of literati in the apricot orchard, Wang Changling looked worried: "I haven't fought for 30 years, if I really use swords and guns, how can this peaceful and prosperous child carry the hope of the country?" ”

Saying that, Wang Changling seemed to remember something, and looked at Beichen with a look of hope: "Xiaoyou, you are rich in five cars, you are only eight buckets, you have real talent and real learning, if you are an official, you will definitely become the mainstay of my Datang!" ”

After hearing this, Beichen shook his head with a smile: "Wang Ge Lao, the little one is used to the idle clouds and wild cranes, playing the world, it is difficult to bear the constraints of the court rules, if it can, the little one would rather be reduced to the street to perform arts, not to go to the high hall to be a prince!" ”

Beichen refused very thoroughly, and there was not even the slightest room for negotiation, Wang Changling was stunned for a moment, and only after a few breaths did he smile bitterly: "You are the strangest young man I have ever seen!" ”

"Everyone expresses their own opinions and looks at the future, why embarrass the people in front of them." Beichen laughed, and as soon as he looked up at the spirits, the burning sensation permeated every meridian.

The sun was setting, the sky was dark, but the people in the apricot orchard did not decrease, but more and more, most of the people looked at the high platform, there, there was a young man in a green shirt and a blue shirt, with a handsome face, was talking and laughing with Wang Ge Lao.

Outside the apricot orchard, Mu Wantong and the maid Xiaolan who rushed to hear the wind came late, and Xiaolan was still complaining: "Miss, where did that kid from Beichen go?" I searched everywhere, but I didn't find any trace of him. ”

"I don't know where he is, but if he knew that Zhao Gang was suppressed, he would probably come here to applaud." Mu Wantong smiled skillfully, thinking about Beichen's past performances, he really dared to do this.

It's just that the maid Xiaolan quickly opened her mouth wide, showed a shocked face, and stammered: "Xiao ...... Miss, you're ...... Look, the man on the high platform is ...... Not Beichen? ”

Mu Wantong was shocked in her heart, hurriedly took two steps forward, stood at the door and followed Xiaolan's gaze, and the next moment, she was also stunned, stunned there for a long time and did not come back to her senses.

On the high platform, the young man who was sitting opposite Wang Ge Lao, his face was crimson and a little drunk, who else could there be in Beichen.

"Little brother, they all say that poetry is right, talk about wine, this wine is now in the intestines, I still have a few poems to ask......" Wang Ge Lao smiled, expressing his selfishness.

"Don't dare to ask for advice, learn from each other, and make progress with each other."

Beichen's eyes were blurred, but his mind was still clear, in front of Wang Changling and Wang Ge Lao, he naturally didn't dare to hold it up, and he spoke very modestly.

Wang Changling didn't care about this, thought about it, and said: "This is the poem I made when I was young, when Luoyang said goodbye to my friend Xin Yan's parting, 'The cold rain and the river enter Wu at night, and Pingming sends off the guest Chushan Lonely. ’”

"However, when I mentioned it today, the old man wanted to mention the words of the little friend and complete the poem."

Without thinking about it, Beichen replied: "Luoyang relatives and friends ask each other, and a piece of ice is in the jade pot." ”

Mu Wantong, who was remembered in the crowd, lost her mind slightly, and muttered in her mouth: "The cold rain and the river enter Wu at night, and Pingming sends guests to Chushan Lonely." Luoyang relatives and friends asked each other, and a piece of ice was in the jade pot. ”

"Good poetry, good poetry, little friends and talents, the old man admires."

There is an old scholar in the audience who has a huge body shock, and he admires Beichen for a while, it is really like a rolling river, majestic, extraordinary and eternal, rushing to the sea and never returning.

"Come again, the 100-foot building in the west of the Beacon City, the dusk is lonely and the wind is autumn!"

Taking a deep breath, Wang Changling's eyes flashed, chanting loudly, this opening, everyone suddenly felt the desolation of the frontier, immersive, the west side of the beacon tower towered high, at dusk, sitting alone on the tower and letting the autumn wind blowing from the lake pick up their robes.

The atmosphere is surging, the blood is dripping, and the tragic atmosphere of the reckless barracks comes from it, and everyone thinks about it, but they don't know how this poem is right.

The upper jaw of the poem is free of war, but it is full of desolation, and you can feel the loneliness of the soldiers in the autumn wind, so the lower jaw of the poem will seem abrupt and out of place whether it is written about the battlefield or the environment.

"Good Poetry ......"

Beichen was drunk and hazy, this poem was very famous, he naturally knew, and smacked his lips: "More Qiang flute Guan Shanyue, there is no golden boudoir thousands of miles of sorrow, how do the predecessors look at this jaw?" ”

Frowning, Wang Changling thought about it a little, then clapped his hands and applauded: "Wonderful, Xiaoyou really didn't disappoint the old man." ”

Everyone pondered for a moment before they suddenly realized, and most of them sighed that the genius of Beichen, with a desolate background and a lonely figure, came to express their feelings of missing their wives, which is really wonderful!

"And the last one, listen to it."

Wang Changling smiled, looked to the northwest, seemed to see the swirling smoke of gunpowder, the roar of fighting, he lost his mind and spoke: "The desert is dark and the sun is dark, and the red flag is half rolled out of the gate." ”

As soon as the words fell, Beichen said in a loud voice: "The former army has reported that he has captured Gu Hun in the night battle. ”

Stunned, Wang Changling's eyes looked at Beichen, and there was also a rare trace of admiration, but the drunken Beichen wondered, his expression was a little surprised, what about Wang Changling's most famous outlet?

The first Qin, Mingyue and Han Shiguan, the Long March has not been returned. But what about the ancient classics that make Lu Chengfei general, not teach Hu Ma to cross Yin Mountain?

It's a pity that Wang Changling didn't say this poem, and the wine was strong, and Beichen suddenly remembered the first person he met when he came to Datang, Mu Wantong, the angel's face, and the sweet smile.

I have to admit that in just a few days, Beichen had a good impression of this woman who was captivating the country and the city, he staggered to his feet, and spoke to everyone with the strength of wine: "I came to Luoyang City and met a girl, our meeting was not so beautiful, but she was very kind and beautiful......"

After a while, Beichen's eyes were a little moist, and he smiled and said, "Yes, I fell in love with her." ”

Everyone yearns left and right, all of them are smiling, what Beichen said is a beautiful love, such a way of public confession, I am afraid that looking at the world, few women will refuse Beichen.

"Miss, he's right...... It's you! ”

The maid Xiaolan opened her mouth wide, with a look of surprise, he could naturally hear that the girl in Beichen's mouth was Miss.

Mu Wantong raised her head and stared at Beichen, Beichen is very good, she also has a good impression of Beichen, hearing these words at this moment, Mu Wantong couldn't stop her tears anymore, and Pear Blossom burst into tears.

It's just that the happy ending was broken by a sigh, and Beichen's eyes on the high platform were dim, and he said weakly: "I just want to say a word to her today." ”

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan......"

With that, Beichen turned around, and tears rolled down from his moist eyes.