The wine banquet in Li Twelve Niang's house is actually a hodgepodge, and everyone has it.

There is the down-and-out cloth-clothed literati Du Fu, the current sword saint Pei Min, the imperial Shi Yan Zhenqing who is an official in the court, and Gu Qing, the left guard chief Shi Shaolang who has become a six-rank military attache in a daze.

It can be seen that Li Shi Niang has a wide range of friends, and it can also be seen that Li Shi Niang is broad-minded, she never looks at people with any utilitarian and snobbish color, even if it is Du Fu, who is not worth a penny now, she does not hesitate to praise, saying that he is a "friend worth making", and Yan Zhenqing, who is in the palace and serves the imperial history, can theoretically point to the emperor's nose and scold his mother, in the eyes of Li Shi Niang, he is just a friend, and this friend is at best very beautiful.

As long as you have a certain eye-catching strength, you can enter Li Twelve Niang's house as a guest and talk with him. The heroic demeanor can be seen.

Gu Qing felt that this kind of banquet made him very relaxed, there were no shackles of identity here, beggars and magnates could sit together, in the eyes of heroes, they were all commons, there was no difference.

It was late at night, and the wine was drunk.

In this capital city that never sleeps, lights are still flashing everywhere at this time, reflecting the bright moon on the horizon. The music of silk and bamboo is mixed with people's brisk laughter, and the singing and dancing in the middle of the night is like a big dream in the glitzy and prosperous world.

Gu Qing was already slightly drunk.

He didn't remember how much wine he drank, he only knew that there was a lot of wine in Li Shiniang's house, from grapes from the Western Regions to Sanle pulp, as well as local rice wine, fruit wine, and all kinds of wine jars were arranged in rows in front of the hall.

The maids in the house were constantly busy, pouring food and wine for the guests, and there were also female disciples of Li Twelve Niang dancing swords in the hall.

Du Fu was already a little drunk, and on such an occasion he was a little introverted, sitting alone at the table, his confused brain little by little, as if he had not fallen. Yan Zhenqing forcibly pulled Gu Qing, dipped his fingers in wine and gestured for him on the table, how to write this word, how to start writing, how to close the edge, boy, Twelve Niang said that your writing is ugly, can you concentrate?

Gu Qing couldn't concentrate, and his brain was also drunk, mainly because Pei Min was too terrible, and he used a lacquered ear cup that could hold one pound to drink, and he was not allowed to leave wine in the cup, otherwise he would forcibly pour it into Gu Qing's mouth.

Not only Gu Qing, but almost all the people in the front hall tonight were put down by Pei Min, the amount of wine of the Sword Saint was unfathomable, but when he toasted Li Shi Niang, he touched a nail, and after the word "roll" was politely refused, the embarrassed Sword Saint asked others to be angry.

Yan Zhenqing had been staggered by Pei Min, and after hanging her head like Du Fu for a long time, Yan Zhenqing suddenly slapped the table and shouted: "How can there be music without dancing?" Twelve Niang, I haven't seen you dance in person for many years, can you make an exception for us tonight? ”

Pei Min and Du Fu were stunned for a moment, and then they clapped their hands and laughed in agreement.

Li Twelve Niang also drank a lot, sitting on the main seat with one hand on her cheeks, holding a cup in the other, and resting her elbow on her bent knees.

Li Twelve Niang smiled faintly and said, "I haven't danced with a sword for many years, if you want to see it, I can let my disciples dance for you." ”

Yan Zhenqing slapped the table again: "No, I want to see you sword dance in person, there are many disciples of Gongsun Niang, only Twelve Niang has obtained the essence of Gongsun Auntie's sword dance, how can the peerless dance be buried in the years?" Twelve mothers, so I have been friends for many years, can't this request satisfy me? ”

Everyone in the hall was clamoring again, and even Li Shiniang's female disciples crowded outside the door, looking at her expectantly.

Li Twelve Niang sighed leisurely and said: "The world only admires the posture of the sword dance, and only the reason for knowing the drifting feelings in my sword dance, but unfortunately the old friend withered, the confidant has passed away, and the twelve mothers are no longer willing to dance the sword for those who have nothing to do." It's just ...... tonight."

Saying that, Li Twelve Niang suddenly looked at Gu Qing, smiled at him, and burst into tears in her smile: "Tonight, as if the old man was reborn, meet me under the cherry blossom tree, after many years, and see me as a king......dance"

After speaking, Li Twelve Niang's figure suddenly flew up, like a vigorous swallow, flew to the center of the front hall, and said loudly: "The sword is coming!" ”

Pei Min immediately pulled out his sword and threw it to her: "Use mine." ”

Li Twelve Niang didn't look at it, tiptoed, kicked the sword back, and said: "The sword of the unrighteous person, I don't care to use it, it dirties my sword dance." ”

Pei Min caught the sword, stunned for a while, and his expression showed sadness.

The disciples outside the hall handed over the sword, Li Shiniang took it, raised his hand and shook it, and a snow-white sword flower flashed.

Li Twelve Niang stood with her sword in her hand, looked at Gu Qing, and said, "I heard that you are famous in Shuzhou, and you have also written poems for today's concubines, can you be interested in writing a poem for me tonight?" ”

Gu Qing was already seven or eight points drunk at the moment, and laughed freely when she heard the words: "Why not, Aunt Li just dances and watches the little nephew write poems for you, haha, come with wine!" ”

The female disciple hurriedly offered a jar of grapes to brew, and Gu Qing lifted the jar and poured it into his mouth when he opened the mud seal.

Yan Zhenqing also said excitedly at this time: "There are poems and wine, and there is a sword dance that has not been seen for many years, tonight can be a grand event, and it should be remembered in the book and left for future generations to admire." Bring pen and paper! ”

Seeing Gu Qing holding the wine jar and pouring wine with her head up, Li Twelve Niang's eyes showed a gentle look, her eyes were misty like mist, and then condensed into tears. It seems to go back to the picture when the old friends got together, the Gu family and his wife were drinking and singing, and she was dancing the sword for her confidant under the cherry blossom tree.

Outside the hall, Li Twelve Niang's disciples suddenly beat the drum, and the drum was broken, like a stunning beauty stepping on the lotus step.

As soon as she thought clearly, Li Twelve Niang's eyes were straight, and then, the snow-white sword light danced with her graceful figure.

The sword light is like a dragon swimming in the abyss, and like a phoenix dancing for nine days, the golden snake is entangled, and the sword body passes everywhere, leaving everyone with gorgeous afterimages.

When everyone held their breath and admired it wholeheartedly, Gu Qing suddenly handed the wine jar to Du Fu next to him, patted Du Fu's shoulder vigorously, leaving him with a meaningful smile, and then got up and chanted loudly: "There are twelve beautiful women today, and a sword dance moves in all directions." The spectators are depressed like mountains, and the heavens and the earth are low for a long time. It is like shooting nine sunsets, and it is as delicate as a group of emperors and dragons. Come like thunder to restrain anger, and let it be like the river and sea condensing the light. The lips and beads are lonely, and there are disciples who pass on the fragrance in the evening......"

Everyone was originally drunk by Li Shiniang's sword dance, but after hearing Gu Qing's poem, everyone was stunned for a moment, and looked at Gu Qing one after another, and the admiration in their eyes deepened. Yan Zhenqing was waiting for Gu Qing's poem, and after Gu Qing opened his mouth, Yan Zhenqing looked solemn, wrote down every line of Gu Qingnian's poem.

The drumming outside the hall became more and more urgent, and Li Shiniang's sword dance posture became more agile and sensitive, and the sound of the sword roar echoed in mid-air with Gu Qing's poem recitation.

The rhythm of Gu Qing's chanting suddenly paused, and a trace of clarity suddenly flashed in his drunken mind at this moment.

I am afraid that the second half of this poem cannot be retold as it is, because this poem should have come out more than ten years later, when it was already after the Anshi Rebellion, and the world was already wrong, and the second half of the original poem was quite accusatory to Li Longji.

The only trace of reason left in his mind told Gu Qing that the second half of the poem could not be copied as it was, and something would happen.

So Gu Qing hesitated for a moment, and then read: "...... There are 8,000 maids of the Son of Heaven, and Gongsun is the first in the sword. In the past 20 years, it seems that the female music is reflected in the cold day. The tortoise feast is over, and the moon rises in the east. The young man didn't know where he was going, and his feet turned into a barren mountain. ”

After the words fell, Li Twelve Niang's sword dance also came to an abrupt end, and the drumming outside the hall also stopped abruptly.

There was silence in the front hall.

Gu Qing's heart beat a little fast, and after deleting the two more taboo sentences in the original poem, the artistic conception of this poem has also changed, it still has the meaning of nostalgia for the past, but it has diluted the lament of the decline of the dynasty and the accusation that Li Longji is stupid.

However, after deleting two taboo verses, this poem is used here and now, but it seems to be extraordinarily appropriate, tonight at this time, Li Twelve Niang is willing to dance with a sword in person, originally to thank the old man. And this year, the prosperity is still there, and there is no need to lament it.

After the silence, Li Twelve Niang handed the sword back to her disciple, and suddenly hid her face and began to cry.

A certain lyric of a song, a certain paragraph of a poignant tune, or a poignant sentence of a poem can instantly hit the deepest sentimental sadness in someone's heart.

In Gu Qing's poem just now, two of the sentences "In the past 20 years, it seems to be a backhand, and the female music is reflected in the cold day." The tortoise feast is urgent, and the joy of sorrow comes to the east of the moon", which made Li Shiniang's lovesick pain that had been suppressed for many years instantly released, as if these two poems were Gu Qing who saw through the memory in her heart, and told it to the world in a mournful tone.

There was still silence in the front hall, and only Li Shiniang's low sobbing voice could be heard.

After a long time, Yan Zhenqing, who was struggling to write, suddenly dropped the pen and said loudly: "The book is done!" Gu Changshi Gaocai, this poem can be sung for the ages, good! Twelve Niang, the sword dance of Gongsun Yimen, will reappear brilliant because of this poem! ”

Li Twelve Niang was stunned, still hiding her face and crying.

Du Fu held on to the last trace of clarity, staggered to Gu Qing, bowed to him, and said with red eyes: "Shaolangjun's talent, I can't do it." Watching the sword dance of the twelve mothers, and hearing the eternal swan song of Shaolang Jun, dance and poetry, can be passed down for thousands of years. At first glance, this poem is like a thunderbolt, and like the rushing rivers and seas, the momentum is majestic, and it is the only one in the world. ”

Pei Min didn't speak, he sat in a corner of the hall and lowered his head and closed his eyes, looking sad, and seemed to remember the years when he and Gu Qing's parents drank and sang happily.

Gu Qing was also drunk, and after finishing reading, he walked to the table alone, picked up the wine jar and poured a few sips into his mouth, his body swayed and showed an ethereal smile to everyone, and then he fell to the ground and was completely drunk.

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The wine banquet was over, Yan Zhenqing and the others said goodbye, Li Twelve Niang calmed down, and after saying goodbye to the guests, she ordered the disciples to carry Gu Qing to the side room to sleep, but she sat alone in the front hall where the people were scattered at the end of the song, drinking one after another, as if she wanted to get herself drunk.

A female disciple came in, saluted, and told her that Gu Qing had settled down.

Li Twelve Niang looked at Gu Qing's poems written by Yan Zhenqing in front of her, and her expression gradually became indifferent.

"Write down this poem and spread it all over Chang'an tomorrow, I want all the scholars in Chang'an to know Gu Qing's talent."