Yanying noodles are served in spring, and kung fu is also selected.

In the metallurgy, he only seeks money and does not consume it, and he is selfless in his heart.

Everyone expects the change of the dragon gate, and the Yinggu flies from time to time.

Duxi to the public who is the witness, the heavenly man and the new poem.

———— Wang Ya "The Master of Guangxuan Celebrates the List and Thanked with Poems"

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"Lianshi, since I am only practicing calligraphy, I can ask the students of the Taixue Hall for advice." Gao Yue now doesn't want to have anything to do with these "female crowns" and "female scripture writers".

"Yi Song, since you are in the first place under the essay poetry, then it is right to look for her." Xue Yaoying retreated to the Qi seat, lowered her eyes, and painted on the low table again, "You know, in this Chang'an City, only she can copy the book Cut Rhyme, and even the Cut Rhyme hidden by the Provincial Jixian Academy, the secretary of the imperial court, was copied by her." ”

"Really?" Gao Yue didn't expect that in this era, people bought books by hand, not to mention, and special books had to be copied by special people, so the collection of books in the Tang Dynasty was much more expensive.

It seems that Xue Yaoying is not talking nonsense, but prescribing the right medicine, and making poetry is inseparable from cutting rhyme books, so he asked him to find the mysterious female scripture writer in Shengye Temple.

At this time, Tongjifang reached the large land of Changlepo, and the night was dark, since the contract IOU had also been signed, Xue Yaoying said to Gao Yue, "Yisong, I will stay in the Red Peony Pavilion tonight, and it is not too late to return to China tomorrow, remember that you must keep silent about tonight's affairs." ”

In the side room of the small pavilion house, Gao Yue sat uneasily on the eight-legged couch, by the candle lamp, Zhi Hui faded off her half-arm shirt, and only wore the pale yellow light gauze shirt, and her fourteen-year-old delicate body loomed under the candlelight, "Lang Jun, please rinse your mouth." Zhihui half-knelt in front of him and said softly.

Gao Yue rinsed his mouth embarrassedly, and Zhi Hui lowered his body to Gao Yue's Liuhe boots, it may be that the calf of the original owner of the boots (the one who was burned) was thinner by the current owner, so Zhi Hui faded a little hard, her little face turned red, and the hand holding the side of the boot came and went violently, and the hanging bun swayed like a butterfly on the pink shoulder, and the pair of flower buds under the cyan bandeau trembled with her movements.

Gao Yue's "hmm" sound, thinking that he would lose his temper if he continued like this, but it seemed to be a little late, Zhi Hui sighed, and asked Lang Jun why he had to clamp his legs, so that the little maid would be even more difficult to take off her boots.

"I fade myself, I fade myself." In order to hide his embarrassment, Gao Yue hurriedly bent down, withdrew his legs, pulled off his boots, and then said with a smile, "I can do the rest by myself, just come by myself." ”

In this way, after sleeping Meimei in the red peony pavilion, early the next morning, Gao Yue came to Tongjifang, where Zhihui hired him again to hire a top eaves and sent him directly to Wubenfang in the north of the city.

As a result, when he arrived outside the wall of Guozijian in Wubenfang, Gao Yue had just gotten off the eaves, and he heard the voices of people inside the wall, wondering if something was wrong, so he hurriedly walked in from the main entrance, and saw Liu De's room running in person, "What's the matter?" ”

"Something is wrong, when the prime minister Yang Zhonglang wants to be in our country, in the name of his birthday, he will feast all the important ministers of the court!" Liu Demuro grabbed Gao Yue, "Yang Zhonglang used to be the son of the country, and now although he is the prime minister, he is still very concerned about our country, so the banquet is specially placed here!" Hurry, Yisong, we need to go back and change into orthodox clothes. ”

Gao Yue didn't know what medicine was sold in Yang Xuan's gourd for a while, so he followed Liu Deshu through the field behind the hall and returned to the Taixue Pavilion.

Soon, the entire Fourth Hall of Guozijian was busy with a pot of porridge, whether it was a student or a student, those who were looking for dresses were looking for dresses, those who were cleaning were cleaning, and those who were collecting things were collecting things.

In the afternoon, Gao Yue and hundreds of other Guozijian students—Guozi, Taixue, and Simen—all stayed densely in the hall, sitting on the seats according to the order, the weeds on the floor of the hall had been cleared, and the Guozi supervisors managed to get screens, food tables, incense burners and other things, and finally dressed up a little - among them, the screens were cut off at the back door, so that the vegetable gardens and ridges all over the ground were blocked.

Gao Yue, Liu Demuro and Wei Cigong all wore black turbans (a kind of headscarf) with hairpins on them (Gao Yue's was tied with twine on the inside, and he was afraid that his hair would be exposed), wearing deep clothes and leather belts, the sleeves and neckline were all blue, and his feet were wearing black leather shoes.

Soon, with a burst of music, Yang Juan came to the Guozi Prison, there were still only two or three servants by his side, he was on a rattan cane, insisted on walking, and walked into the hall.

"Quick, hurry up and sing the song of the deer." As soon as Wang Jian Si saw the Chinese scholar appear at the door, he turned around and shook his wrist at the students, just like a music conductor in later generations.

Suddenly, Gao Yue saw hundreds of Guozijian students in front of him, and began to shake their heads, singing "Yo Yo Lu Ming, Eat Wild Apple, I have a guest, drummer and blow the sheng......"

Gao Yue also opened his mouth to lip sync, following behind.

The white-haired and white-bearded Yang Juan looked around, first nodded, and then asked the students to be quiet, he took advantage of the fact that the other guests had not come, so he stood in the center of the hall, looking at the cold scene of the entire Guozijian, and burst into tears on the spot, "I didn't expect that after all these years of my absence, the Guozijian is still a barren landscape, and it really kills me." ”

Hearing the prime minister say this, Wang Jian Si and Xiahou Zhiguan knew that the time had come to cry and ask for milk, so they bowed their heads to the students sitting behind them, "Cry, cry to me!" ”

As a result, hundreds of Guozijian students suddenly cried with Yang Juan's rhythm, their clothes were full of patches, and most of them were so poor that their faces were yellow and thin, so the crying was particularly infectious, making Yang Juan shed tears again, and asked the school officials of Guozijian to remove the screen that blocked him in front of him, "Don't block it, don't block it, come to the central officials immediately, let them see what kind of life the students and apprentices of Guozijian live on weekdays." ”

Gao Yue was mixed inside, and he also saw the famous student crying and crying, and he didn't pay attention to a wooden plate that rolled out of his arms, which frightened the student's face to turn blue, and hurriedly took advantage of Yang Xuan's inattention, and put it back again.

Sure enough, soon the stunned officials of the DPRK and China rushed to Guozijian one after another, they couldn't understand why the scholar in the hall held a birthday banquet here, let alone Yang Juan would actually hold a birthday banquet, but when they walked to the Guozijian Hall, they immediately understood, only to see that most of the students of Guozijian were ragged and mournful, Yang Juan stood in the center, and the opposite side of the hall was full of vegetable gardens that had been opened up, and the connected food tables were also filled with simple melons, fruits and vegetables, and even meat was rare.

So everyone suddenly understood in their hearts, so they sat down silently and in a dull manner.

There was no vocal music at all in the whole banquet, there were no maikos, and there was not even fine wine, and many high-ranking officials of the fourth and fifth grades of the court were sitting there, you look at me, I look at you, waiting for Yang Juan to enter the table and speak.

As a result, Yang Zhonglang's first sentence at the table was, "Everyone, please use it, all the dishes on the table are planted by the teachers and students of Guozijian themselves." ”

As soon as this sentence was said, almost all the officials who went to the banquet laughed awkwardly, and they all turned around and arched their hands, saying that the scholars and apprentices of the Guozijian are very bitter, and it is not a long-term solution to rely on us to make official salaries after all, and everything depends on the prime minister.