The Qushui Banquet has been famous for a long time, but it has never had the opportunity to see it.

Song Zhiyao followed behind Liu Yichen and approached the room from the fenced corridor, without anyone noticing.

I don't know if this courtyard was built to set up a water feast, and then it is convenient to watch, all the rooms are on the second floor, at a glance, the beautiful trees are verdant, and the flowers are wonderful.

A clear stream flows from the depths of the flowers and trees through the rockery, and is divided into two by the strange stone in the middle, forming two waterways.

The waterway is extremely long, flowing from the east side of the courtyard to the west side.

At present, there are a lot of stone or wood stools on both sides, and the maximum number of people can sit in a row.

In fact, the literati students who participated in the Qushui Banquet were not worth a hundred, but not all of them could play every game.

Besides, even if there are so many people who are willing, whoever grabs the stool will be on it.

Each channel is about two feet wide, and the bottom of the water is irregularly uneven, making it difficult for the glass to flow.

In the process of opening, there will be a special person who reads these poems with emotion, and whoever stops in front of the wine glass has to stand up and sing it.

I have to say that the Qushui Banquet is not a simple literary meeting, there are many things to test.

Song Zhiyao looked around curiously, there was a bamboo curtain to cover it, so she didn't have to be afraid of people outside seeing it, so she turned around and said very easily: "Your Highness, why hasn't the Qushui Banquet started yet?" ”

Liu Yichen leaned over: "Maybe...... There are a lot of people coming, so the time for greeting is relatively long! ”

Song Zhiyao: "Ugh! ”

She couldn't help but suspect that Liu Yichen might not have participated either.

The preparation of the Qushui banquet is more complicated, time-consuming and laborious, and the ordinary people hold the banquet in order to pull the relationship and get through the connections, and they don't want to be so complicated, so they will naturally not hold the Qushui banquet.

Song Zhiyao turned around, only to find that the thing that covered the cloister was a painting, a lot of various picture scrolls, looking at its painting style, each one was from a different person

Hand.

"Isn't it a Qushui feast? How can there be an art exhibition? ”

Liu Yichen propped his chin and stared at Song Zhiyao, the first time he saw her have so many problems.

On weekdays, the maturity is distressing.

"The host has a request, so he will naturally bring the painting to everyone to enjoy, the Qushui banquet didn't start so quickly, you can't wait while eating, drinking, and not everyone will definitely be able to find acquaintances."

"By painting, touting each other, the relationship will be good."

Song Zhiyao's head is full of black lines, it feels like they don't understand why they drink so much that they can get recognition, is there any logic in this?

With good eyes, Song Zhiyao looked carefully at the paintings in the field of vision and disagreed: "Why do I think most of them are not good?" ”

Liu Yichen nodded: "It's normal, it's not a famous artist, it's good to be able to do it and dare to show it." ”

Song Zhiyao suddenly didn't understand the brain circuits of these readers.

Some important things have to be done as if they don't care, and they look honest and noble.

For example, if you regard money as dung, what do you actually eat without money? What to take to be elegant?

The most ridiculous thing is that many scholars work hard to climb up and gain a position of power, isn't it just for this money?

"I don't know these people very well, and they don't care about some strange details, and they really need their attention." Song Zhiyao shook her head with a sigh.

When I was emotional, I saw a few different figures coming in the yard, delicate and charming, with bursts of fragrant wind.

Many women wore beautiful dance costumes and held musical instruments, and were guided to their positions quickly.

The courtyard that was originally in an uproar suddenly quieted down, and the slightly rough actions before were suddenly much more elegant and standardized, and they looked like people.

Song Zhiyao stared at one of the Le Ji who was holding a pipa, that face, even if she died again, she would not forget it.

Shen Qingxuan, the posture is natural, the beauty is like the autumn moon, the jade face is peachy, and the eyes are cut.

It was a pair of eyes that were covered with a layer of mist at all times.

With a slightly baby fat face, there is a kind of innocence and ignorance that people can see all the time.

So, as soon as he changed, he became Hongwang's favorite and true love at the tip of his heart.

I didn't expect to see such an enemy here at all, and Song Zhiyao was inexplicable after being shocked.

Isn't Shen Qingxuan the daughter of the imperial merchant Shen family?

How did you appear here, and become a musician who plays the lute?

Even if a person's appearance can be exactly the same, it is difficult to change his eyes and temperament.

Once, Shen Qingxuan's round little face and mist-like eyes were imitated by others, and there was a draft, and the average show girl was in this mode. But that innocence, cuteness and cleanliness are unique to her, and it is difficult for others to imitate no matter how much they follow suit.

Therefore, King Hong's true love is only Shen Qingxuan, who once praised herself that she is a unique woman in the world.

Therefore, Song Zhiyao concluded that the Le Ji she saw in front of her would not look alike, that was Shen Qingxuan.

Finding that Song Zhiyao hadn't spoken for a long time, Liu Yichen turned around and saw that her face was blue and black, black and white, white and red, changing back and forth, and her emotions were particularly exposed.

"What are you...... Ready to sing on stage? Can you change your face without makeup? ”

King Rui's poisonous tongue reappeared in the rivers and lakes, Song Zhiyao was stunned for a moment, and then rolled her eyes.

"I was surprised to see someone who was particularly surprised."

Liu Yichen raised his eyes and looked, there were many people in the place where Song Zhiyao had seen, and he couldn't guess the specific person: "Who?" ”

Song Zhiyao blinked: "That Le Ji holding the pipa, who is she?" Isn't it the daughter of the Shen family? How is it possible to show your face and give so much

Someone should be a musician? ”

Liu Yichen's eyes slid around, and his expression was confused: "Shen family? Which Shen family? ”

There are many people surnamed Shen in the court, but there are not many who have really become a family, and he doesn't understand who Song Zhiyao is talking about.

"It's ......"

Song Zhiyao was suddenly stunned and stupid.

At this time, the Shen family, the imperial merchant, was not the first imperial merchant of Darui later.

It is inconspicuous, and the family property is medium, so there is really nothing worth noting.

"It's the Shen family of the imperial merchant who holds the tribute, blood bamboo wine, and now, the main family is still in Yang'an County."

Song Zhiyao was speechless.

Yang'an County again? Such a coincidence?

Yes, at this time, the Shen family did not move to the capital at all, and they were still imperial merchants outside the capital, holding three or four tributes, among which the blood bamboo wine was the most famous.

Liu Yichen rubbed his chin thoughtfully: "Yang'an County? How do you know that people live in Yang'an County? ”

Song Zhiyao raised her eyebrows, and her voice was soft: "Your Highness, don't care how I know, I was stunned when I saw this person here, how could she be such an identity." ”

Liu Yichen was speechless, this is headless and brainless, how could he know.

"Want to know? Let people check it out. ”

Saying that, Liu Yichen called Ah Hai, and Song Zhiyao also called Xia Lan to whisper instructions.

Glancing at Song Zhiyao, Liu Yichen said as usual: "Let people check the little girl holding the pipa, and in addition, check the blood bamboo wine."

Shen family. ”

Speaking of blood bamboo wine, Liu Yichen frowned with some disgust.

Song Zhiyao was unusually keenly aware and said, "Your Highness doesn't like blood bamboo wine? ”

Liu Yichen raised his eyebrows: "Have you ever drunk it?" ”

Song Zhiyao shook her head: "The output of blood bamboo wine is too low, unlike other things, the tribute is the best, and there are many grades below the best, although the taste is far from the same, but in the end, it is the same line." ”

"It seems that the blood bamboo wine is only a grade of tribute, and it is only ten jars per year, and its value is comparable to gold, where can the folk girl taste it?"

Liu Yichen chuckled: "I haven't tasted it, it's best not to taste it." ”

Hearing this, Song Zhiyao felt strange: "Blood bamboo wine is a very magical thing, I heard that anyone who has tasted it, likes it so much, and hates it, it will definitely be listed as the best in life." ”

"It seems that His Highness should be the kind of person he hates."

Liu Yichen did not deny it: "People who like it, like the pleasure after drinking it, it will make people's blood boil and make people passionate." ”

"At critical moments, it is suitable to help the charge and make people passionate."

"Therefore, the generals are the favorite, and ambitious people will be involuntarily attracted."

She remembered that the old emperor seemed to like it very much, so he raised the reputation of Blood Bamboo Wine, and at the same time achieved the Shen family.

What about Hongwang?

If you think about it carefully, it seems that I liked it very much before I ascended the throne, and I never drank it after I ascended the throne.

On the contrary, the annual blood bamboo wine will be given to those who love to drink, and some will be given to the frontier Liuyichen.

She remembered that King Hong said: "The sixth brother likes the feeling of blood bamboo wine burning blood the most, which will help him kill the enemy on the battlefield and make meritorious contributions, so let the flying dragon guard escort him to the frontier and hand it over to the sixth emperor brother himself!" ”

At that time, King Hong was the emperor, because of Shen Qingxuan, the Shen family had soared to the sky, and the reputation of blood bamboo wine had reached its peak.

Although she hadn't drunk it, she knew that many people had described how they felt after drinking it.

It is indeed very suitable for taking a sip before killing the enemy on the battlefield, breaking the guts, and playing with blood.

However, looking at Liu Yichen's appearance, it's not just that he doesn't like it, it's just disgust.

You won't like it after a few years when you change places!

In his previous life, King Hong was only afraid that he was disgusting him, or that King Hong didn't know what Liu Yichen liked at all.

always felt that there was something she didn't know, Song Zhiyao was about to ask, and Liu Yichen reminded: "It's started." ”

When Song Zhiyao came back to her senses, she heard that Le Ji had already played a soothing music, mixed with the sound of flowing water, as if she had returned to the quiet nature, which made people feel refreshed.

In the first game, with the theme of peach blossoms, a total of 20 particularly confident scholars sat at a certain distance.

Ning Cheng, a young man, is the eldest disciple of Lord Xu and the host of the Qushui Banquet.

To give others time to think, sit at the top and throw bricks.

The clean and innocent maid stretched out her hand and placed the cup full of wine at the beginning of the waterway.

As soon as everyone was relieved, the tea cup floated steadily on the water, down the clear flowing water.

Ning Cheng was confident, and said aloud without waiting for the wine glass to come to him: "Xiangguo Qu banquet into a crowd, when the evening gathers to remember the imperial capital. The embroidered clothes of Ming Spring are full of poems, and the red rain is colorful and empty. ”

Xiangguo Temple's Qushui Banquet, everyone gathered together, reminiscing about the imperial capital, in March, wearing brocade clothes, everyone composed poems to praise the peach blossoms are lush and gorgeous, and explore their development and changes.

Red rain is an expression of peach blossoms.

Profit and deficiency is the meaning of development and change.

It can be said that this is a very realistic poem, and it is obviously prepared for a long time.

However, as the host, can Ning Cheng not know the topic of poetry?

He sits here just to make a sample for everyone, buy a little time, and don't participate in the competition and judgment.

The scene heard it with bated breath, and then there was a burst of applause, and the intention of holding stinky feet should not be too obvious.

Next, it's wonderful, it's Li Yihan.

Everyone quickly quieted down, staring at Li Yihan one after another, their thoughts unclear.

Whether worshipping or despising, it is a quality to be quiet at this time.

Li Yihan enjoyed the feeling of being in the limelight, and opened the folding fan with a "snap", as if he was thinking.

Seeing that the wine glass was about to come, he stood up and said loudly: "The snow flakes in the cup dance fairy, and the fragrance of Yang Chun is overflowing." The indefinite flight of the benevolent life, suddenly this year's water flow is rapid. ”

Snow flakes dance in the cup like fairies, the fragrance of peach blossoms spreads while camping and sleeping, watching the petals fly, as if comprehending the mystery of the longevity of the righteous and righteous, in the blink of an eye, I find that the years flow like water.

(The above poems are all written and explained by the author, if there are similarities, it is purely a coincidence.) ）

Peach blossoms are also known as spring flowers, so they are also very topical.

Everyone tasted it carefully, and after a pause, they all applauded, feeling that the more they tasted, the more flavorful they were.

The eyes that looked at Li Yihan changed one after another.