Who will write poetry and books

Watch the peach blossoms bloom all over the smoke

The drizzle wet the ink and the oil-paper umbrella

A peaceful song is full of joys and sorrows

The book business is empty and the red tooth is clapping

Who lifts the bottle and shares the Chinese New Year

Who stood at the top of the building and looked at the north of the country

Whoever draws his sword and looks around will shoot it all over

It once had a prosperous volume

It's not Chang'an, it's better than Chang'an

Seeing that the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and it is the same day festival, the Jinming Pond has already been a banner exhibition, full of all kinds of color sheds. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info in front of the hibiscus forest in the east of the pond there is a three-storey small building, green tiles and blue eaves, hidden in the powder stacked woods, one side looking at the royal tower, one side is facing the big stage, whether it is the Mid-Autumn Festival to admire the moon, or to watch the naval exercises of the same day, it is an excellent location, naturally it is a difficult to find, and there is even no lack of guests who have been waiting for a seat in the evening.

Notices have already been posted in the streets and alleys of the capital, and at noon this day, the gorgeous stage by the Jinming Pond will start singing "Tang Wang Xiahedong", "Thousands of Miles to Jingniang" two great dramas that praise the Taizu of this dynasty, and the most famous Hong Mingtang, Liu Yue'e, Su Fengniang and other big beams to perform, it is so early, the stage is full of people and vendors who are shouting and selling sweets, and they are all stretching their necks and looking forward to the opening of the big play. The rich and noble families have their own color sheds, and the ladies and ladies who are difficult to go out on weekdays also hang up the gauze curtains, and the fans half cover the powder, talking and laughing coquettishly.

"Look at the sun is overhead, why don't you start the gong yet," a young man muttered to his companion while dragging a pancake in one hand and a box of cold fruits in the other.

Rao is autumn is refreshed, and the man dressed as a farmer next to him also squeezed out his sweat, and said while wiping: "Eat quickly, I heard that even the opening set is a rare famous character on weekdays, if you flash your eyes and don't look at it, you won't suffer, Lao Tzu didn't even dare to drink water when he went out, for fear that he would have to run the toilet." ”

"It's not," Bian Er stretched out his head and pretended to be mysterious, "Do you know that Fan Yuniang sings in the 'Three Crying Palace'?" That figure, that style, it's called a must, and it can't be ranked! How big do you say the people on the stage are? ”

"But I heard that Su Fengniang followed a Khitan nobleman? Can you get her to sing Jingniang? ”

"You know what? This is called universal celebration. ”

The downstairs is bustling, and the upstairs is already so crowded that it can't be inserted, even the little two who serve the tea and pour the water have to let the guests hand each other the teapot, but on the third floor, there is only two people sitting in a column separated by a mountain and river porcelain screen, and they are clean in the city.

"The dragon and phoenix group tea given by the Holy Father is a cake of gold, and I can't afford this generous gift," the man in the silver silk trimmed gauze played with the milky green foam in the raindrops with one hand, and the slender phoenix eyes watched the cloud-like changing pattern with satisfaction.

"Aren't you making fun of me?" The man opposite sneered, "Xia Guan knows that Du Gongzi is not uncommon yellow and white things, just this elegant thing, if it is not a tea cake given by God, how can he get into the eyes of Gongzi." In front of this saint, I hope that the prince can say a few good words for the lower officials. ”

Du Shuyan smiled and shook his head, "Lord Liu, I'm just a loose official from the sixth grade, you keep claiming to be a lower official, don't you give me a blessing?" ”

The official's face changed, and he hurriedly smiled: "Son, you naturally deserve it, deserve it." I heard that the Mid-Autumn Festival Palace banquet has reserved your place, this great blessing, which is only folded down. ”

"Okay, okay," Du Shuyan put down the bamboo spoon, "I wrote down your business, I can't lose your good tea, you go back first, let me watch the play quietly for a while." ”

Liu Fu got this and hurriedly retreated. The little girl in Tsing Yi who was guarding outside the door saw that he was far away, so he walked in with his hands in his hands: "Childe, but I'm leaving." ”

Du Shuyan said with a smile: "Don't say it, Lord Liu really has a heart, I'm afraid this place today is more rare than the tea group given by God." Yunmo, don't live up to his kindness. ”

"Childe, it's not going to be today," the little guy looked at Du Shuyan with a lot of embarrassment, and replied in a low voice.

"Jokes, others are just down, Liu Xinu has never blocked my post, I'm afraid you don't have to offend Miss Liu, right?"

"Childe, don't wronged people," Yunmo jumped up anxiously, "People say that there are distinguished guests from afar, and they really can't get out." ”

Du Shuyan dusted off his veil and said with a smile: "Noble? I'd be interested to see who the noble man is. ”

"Childe, I'm afraid this is not okay?"

"I'm a dignified scholar, forgive him for not being able to lead me in any way."