Chang'an City seems to have come much earlier this year than he did. After a heavy snowfall before the festival, the weather was fine until the end of the first month, and the ice and snow melted quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye under the clear sky and bright sun. The melting snow moistens the ground, tree roots, and flower beds, so that the trees and flowers in Chang'an City show a germination state early.

The fine weather has also made the temperature rise quickly, and some of the sturdy Chang'an teenagers on the street have been wearing single clothes and walking sideways on the street, and the ladies and ladies in Chang'an City have begun to think about what kind of style should be made in this year's spring and summer clothes, and the white flesh on the chest will be exposed.

The willow garden is also a vibrant scene, with the yellow branches of the weeping willows beginning to sway in the wind, and the enthusiasm of the seven scribes who are about to participate in the Ewha Poetry Festival is as eager as the erect willows.

The beautiful scenery in the willow garden has indeed played a role in stimulating creative enthusiasm, and in the past few days, everyone has discussed poems in the willow garden, scrutinized the words, and created a lot of poems that they could not write on a daily basis. The level is so high that even they themselves can't believe it.

For Wang Yuan, this is an opportunity to make friends and understand people, and from the mouths of these people, Wang Yuan has learned many opportunities that he did not know when he was a shopkeeper in Yong'an Fang. Scholars have their own small circle, and this small circle sometimes talks about not only poetry and poetry, but also politics in an era when scholars have a high status.

What surprised Wang Yuan was that even though these scribes in front of him were all members of the lowest level of the sergeants in Chang'an City, they still knew everything about the history of the court and the government, and they were powerful in politics.

In addition to discussing the poems, Wang Yuan consciously asked some topics that he was interested in. Everyone has long admired Wang Yuan's literary talent, and every time he writes a poem, Wang Yuan's poem is one of the most amazing ones, even the most conceited Han Shilang has to admit it.

However, Wang Yuan's ignorance of the affairs in Chang'an City and the government and the opposition also made these people feel incredible, even if it was an ordinary person in Chang'an City, I am afraid that they knew more than Wang Yuan.

So when Wang Yuan asked these questions, everyone laughed and couldn't help but think in their hearts, "After all, you are just good at writing poems, that's all." I'm not as good as you when I write poetry, but you're not as good as me in other aspects. Such a happy thought.

Because of this, their answers are often more enthusiastic, although their answers are not completely accurate, and often add a lot of speculation, but this alone has made Wang Yuan know a lot of the above things.

Among the many messages, Wang Yuan is undoubtedly most interested in two people, one is the great poet Li Bai who lived in the same era, Wang Yuan was three years old, and the first poem taught to him by his parents, who were also teachers, was Li Bai's 'bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground'. When he grew up, when he read so many imaginative and majestic poems by Li Bai, Wang Yuan became Li Bai's brainless fan.

I remember when I was in college, a student in the same dormitory read out the poems that spoofed Li Bai on the Internet in the dormitory and made fun of them. When Wang Yuan heard the verse of 'bright moonlight in front of the bed, two pairs of shoes on the ground, a pair of dogs and a man, hugging and sleeping soundly', he actually lost his temper and called the 'two pairs of shoes' under his bed directly to the mouth of the junior. was so frightened that the junior didn't dare to look at him for several weeks, thinking that Wang Yuan was a psychopath.

On the topic of Li Bai, Han Shilang definitely has the right to speak, because one day in the first year of Tianbao, he once met Li Taibai in Chang'an, and talked to him personally, and even asked questions about literature.

"Brother Han, what does Li Taibai look like?" On the Jiuqu Bridge in Liuyuan, Wang Yuan asked Han Shilang like a nymphomaniac.

Han Shilang couldn't drag it, he was happy to see Wang Yuan chasing his ass and asking, at this time, he could ignore it, even if it was to show Wang Yuan's face, Wang Yuan would never care.

"Speaking of Li Taibai, that's really the dragon and phoenix among the immortal wind dao bones. If you look at it like this, you can see through your heart; You don't speak, and he knows what you're going to say. Li Taibai lost his temper, and he didn't care about Tianwang Laozi, seeing who was dissatisfied and scolded when he opened his mouth, the person who was scolded still felt very comfortable. However, he was very polite, and he was full of praise for my poem, and he called me a brother......

"Brother Han, will you die if you don't brag?" Wang Yuan frowned and interrupted.

"How can you brag? Can I still have a fake when I see Li Taibai with my own eyes? Han Shilang said.

Wang Yuan turned his head and left, and said: "You must be the only one who has seen Li Bai in Chang'an City, maybe Li Zuoxiang has seen it, find an opportunity to ask Li Zuoxiang to go, and listen to your nonsense." Don't ask me how best to change your phrase 'green trees and shade painting the east of the hall', I won't tell you. ”

Han Shilang hurriedly grabbed Wang Yuan's sleeve and said, "Brother Wang, go slowly, can't you joke?" To be honest, I just said a few words to him, Taibai just nodded to me, there were many people present at the time, and I didn't want to occupy Li Taibai, don't you say? ”

Wang Yuan said with a smile: "The fate of one side is also the fate, I really envy you, let's listen to it carefully." ”

Han Shilang said: "If you want to hear it, I naturally won't hide it, although it is the most precious memory of my personal life, but I don't mind sharing it with you." ”

Wang Yuan almost spat at him in the face, but fortunately, Han Shilang immediately began to get to the point: "Actually, Li Taibai is less than seven feet tall, slightly fat, and speaks with a Shuzhong accent, which is very difficult to understand. Appearance, bright eyes, high nose and big mouth, slightly round face, ruddy complexion. ”

The beautiful image of Li Bai in Wang Yuan's heart began to collapse, and Han Shilang depicted a short and fat man who was less than 1.7 meters tall. What is a ruddy complexion, a high nose and a big mouth, isn't this what a fat man with a face full of meat? Coupled with the fact that Li Bai loves to drink, isn't he just a Humpty Dumpty man who drinks wine and has a rosacea nose and a strange accent? Wang Yuan's heart was broken.

"Wait, are you talking about Li Taibai?"

"How not? If you don't believe it, go to Zuo Xiang for verification, I, Han Yu, have half a lie, and the world will not tolerate it. Han Shilang shouted.

The corners of Wang Yuan's mouth twitched: "Other than that." ”

Han Shilang said: "Brother Wang, I'm not lying, although Taibai's appearance is average, he really has immortal energy on his body." The whole station there gives people a sense of drifting, like a living fairy. This is definitely not a lie. ”

Wang Yuan sighed, feeling a little more comfortable in his heart, maybe Li Bai looks average, but he has a romantic and chic temperament, which Wang Yuan absolutely believes, this is the fairy spirit in Han Shilang's mouth. Later generations called him an immortal, I am afraid that it is also because of his chic and uninhibited romantic temperament.

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. If it weren't for the jade mountain, he would meet ...... under the moon of Yaotai, except for Taibai, who could write such a poem. Han Shilang slapped the bar and sighed.

Wang Yuan's curiosity was satisfied, and he could finally sketch Li Bai's appearance vividly in his mind, and secretly determined in his heart that he would definitely find an opportunity to meet Li Bai in the future, but this gentleman's tracks were erratic, and I was afraid that the opportunity would be a little difficult to find.

The second person Wang Yuan is interested in is the heroine of the poem recited by Han Shilang.

When he came to the Tang Dynasty and knew that the legendary woman who was captivating the country and the city lived under the same sky as himself, how could Wang Yuan not want to know how attractive this woman was, so that Tang Xuanzong could snatch it from his son desperately.

The answer to this question is not available from Han Shiro, and it is not easy to talk about it publicly, and it is said that the imperial court has a strict order that those who talk about the concubine in private will be punished with a felony. It's easy to think about it, Tang Xuanzong robbed his daughter-in-law, this matter is a scandal among the people, if it is talked about casually by people all over the world, it will definitely make up countless unsightly scenes, where does the royal majesty exist?

However, one of the seven scribes was Xiao Shisanlang from Quchifang, and Wang Yuan learned that he had been a staff member in the Shouwang Mansion a few years ago, Wang Yuan calculated the time, and in the year when Xiao Shisanlang was a staff member of the Shouwang Mansion, Yang Yuhuan's identity was still the princess of Shouwang Li Mao.

Under the grape trellis in the corner of the willow garden, Wang Yuan quietly asked Xiao Shisanlang how beautiful Yang Yuhuan was, Xiao Shisanlang was so frightened that he hurriedly looked around, stomped his feet and said, "What do you ask the concubine to do?" Do you die? Don't you know that the most taboo topic in Chang'an today is to talk about His Majesty and the concubine? Don't ask about these things, there is a degree of curiosity. ”

Wang Yuan was stunned and said, "Why ask?" I heard that you have seen the concubine, how beautiful she is, what does it matter if you describe it? ”

Xiao Shisan walked away and no longer bothered Wang Yuan.

Wang Yuan had no choice but to hold him and lure: "Brother Xiao, haven't you always been worried that you won't be able to come up with good poems at your poetry meeting?" I can help you. ”

Xiao Shisanlang is worrying about this matter these days, when he was young, his brain was still enough, and he also wrote a few good poems, which is why he got this opportunity, and he also hopes that he can win again, with this opportunity to make a name for himself, participate in the imperial examination, but he has what he wants in his life. But in the past few days in the willow garden, he can't even read the poems he writes, and he is ashamed and embarrassed, and he is worried that he will make a fool of himself. Wang Yuan's poems are breathtaking, if Wang Yuan can help himself, this is an excellent thing.

But writing poetry is very difficult to improve for a while, and he understands that.

"How can you help me? The old decay is Jiang Lang's end, and even I have no confidence in myself. Xiao Shisanlang sighed.

"It's very simple, I'll write a poem for you, and you can just sign it."

"You're insulting me, how can you do such a despicable thing?" Xiao Shisanlang said angrily.

"Okay, okay, you write, I'll help you revise it, it's always okay."

"Well, that's a bit of a word. But you're going to have to change three songs for me. ”

Wang Yuan scolded secretly: "I want to be a ** again, and I want to set up a memorial arch." But he said: "Yes, one song becomes famous, two songs are consolidated, and three songs become famous all over the world." Let's say, what kind of person is the concubine, is she really born in a closed month? ”