Li Bai's words were low, containing thousands of feelings that only Li Zhiying himself could understand.

Li Zhiying's eyes turned red, and she slowly shed tears.

Li Bai was shocked, and hurriedly stepped forward and said softly, "Ying'er, if you are unhappy, I will give up this idea." ”

Li Zhiying wiped a handful of tears and said quietly, "Qinglang, the slave family didn't mean to blame you. The slave family just felt guilty and self-pity, although the slave family was the emperor's sister, but now they can't find a position for their lover to serve the court......"

"Ying'er......" Li Bai smiled and grabbed Li Zhiying's hand, "I have gained a lot from being able to be with you again in Beijing this time." It doesn't matter if you can become an official or not. You and I are not young, and there is not much time left, I just hope that the second half of my life can be accompanied by life and death! ”

"Don't you really blame the slaves?" Li Zhiying burst into tears and laughed, suddenly remembered something, snuggled into Li Bai's arms and said softly, "That Zhang Xuan once wrote the Taizhen Fairy Fu for Yang Guifei, famous in Chang'an; The slave family also wants you to write a beautiful article for me...... Is it good? ”

Li Bai nodded angrily, "Let me start writing tomorrow." The so-called Taizhen fairy Fu is just a gadget to welcome the concubine in a grandstanding, there is nothing to see, only gorgeous words but no true feelings, how can it be enough? ”

Li Bai was dismissive of Zhang Xuan's poems, songs, etc. If others said this, Li Zhiying would definitely feel that he was jealous of his talent, but Li Bai's pride had a certain amount of capital.

At this moment, a maid gently said outside the door of the study, "Your Highness, Her Royal Highness Princess Wanchun in the palace sent someone to send a message, saying that on the night of the Shangyuan Festival, the noble concubine Niangniang and Her Royal Highness Wanchun held a Shangyuan poetry meeting on the gate tower of the Vermilion Bird Gate Palace in the imperial city, and invited Her Royal Highness and Mr. Li to participate. ”

Li Bai was overjoyed, "Ying'er, it's so good." It's just that I don't know if that Zhang Xuan will participate in ......"

"The poetry meeting organized by the concubine is also a banquet on the Shangyuan Festival, and the prince will definitely participate. And as long as the prince comes, Zhang Xuan, as the prince's right-hand man, will definitely appear. It's just that this kid is scheming, and he may not be willing to fight poetry with you on the spot. ”

Li Zhiying pondered for a moment and said softly.

Li Bai sneered, "When you meet in person, you can't help him." ”

Shangyuan Festival is coming soon. Before the Shangyuan Festival, Li Heng, as the crown prince of the prison state, issued an edict to amnesty the world.

Chang'an, the imperial capital in peacetime, is to implement a curfew. However, three days before and after the Shangyuan Festival, the imperial court will lift the restrictions of the curfew according to the custom, so as to facilitate the people to enjoy the lanterns, which is called "night".

"The fire tree and silver flowers are closed, and the iron lock of the star bridge is opened. The dark dust goes with the horse, and the bright moon comes one by one. The rangers are all slightly plum, and the songs are all plums. Jin Wu can't help the night, and the jade leak is not urging. ”

At night, every street and alley in Chang'an City is lit up, and around the Imperial City and on both sides of Suzaku Street, there are lantern wheels, lantern trees, and lantern towers, from the princes and nobles, down to the peddlers and pawns, all of whom go out to enjoy the lanterns.

Looking down from the gate tower of Suzaku Gate, I saw that the road was jammed with cars and horses, and the crowds were surging, and it was very lively.

On weekdays, you can't see so many people in Chang'an City, this kind of crowd surging shoulder to shoulder, even if Zhang Xuan, a traverser, is full of emotion when he sees it.

This Shangyuan night is extremely extravagant, I don't know how much these lanterns cost alone, if you add the singing and dancing banquets in the palace and the spontaneous games of the people, the money and food consumed is an astronomical amount.

This is of course related to the Tang Dynasty's preference for luxury, but it also shows the strong national strength of the Tang Dynasty.

Li Heng took the lead, Zhang Xuan and Yang Guozhong followed, and went up to the city gate tower, one participated in the Shangyuan Poetry Club, and the other enjoyed with the people. At this time, if someone pays attention to observe, they will find that the eunuch waiting by the prince's side at this moment is no longer Yu Chaoen, but has become Li Fuguo.

Above the castle tower, the lights are bright.

The Manchu civil and military, the royal family, the Chang'an magnates, and even the famous scribes almost all came. This Shangyuan Poetry Meeting was organized by Yang Guifei, so it had an official color and received strong support from the imperial court. And Princess Wanchun, who single-handedly runs the poetry club, invited many people by name.

Yang Yuhuan sat in the center, and there was a vacant seat on her left, apparently reserved for the crown prince Li Heng and Zhang Xuan, Yang Guozhong and other important ministers of the imperial court; On the right side of Yang Yuhuan, there are Yang clan members such as Yang Sanjie and some royal clansmen. Cui Ying was also summoned to Yang Yuhuan's side because of her relationship with Zhang Xuan.

Yang Yuhuan smiled and talked to Yang Sanjie beside her, and at a glance saw Li Zhiying, a female Taoist girl wearing a green robe, and Li Bai who was following her.

Although Li Zhiying does not have the title of princess, she is the emperor's sister after all, and in this informal occasion, her seat is still very high.

Yang Yuhuan beckoned to Li Zhiying, "Sister Yuzhen, come, sit beside the palace." ”

Li Zhiying walked over with a somewhat complicated expression, bowed to Yang Yu and Huan silently, and then sat behind Yang Yuhuan on the right side.

Yang Yuhuan glanced at Li Bai again and smiled lightly, "Could it be Li Taibai in front?" ”

Li Bai and Yang Yuhuan are naturally acquaintances. Li Bai's three popular Qingping tunes are written by Yang Yuhuan.

Li Bai settled down, smiled and stepped forward to bow, "Grass people Li Bai, meet the concubine!" ”

Li Bai's voice was clear and powerful, and many of the guests present turned around in surprise and cast their playful eyes on Li Bai.

Yang Yuhuan nodded, "No courtesy, flat body, sit down." ”

Wan Chunzheng was standing on the spot, directing the eunuch and palace maid to arrange everything, and when he heard the movement, he turned his head and looked at Li Bai deeply, seeing that although this person was more than forty years old, he was refreshed and dignified, and he also secretly praised it.

Wan Chun soon looked around, looking for Zhang Xuan's traces. I searched and searched and didn't find Zhang Xuan, so I couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

At this time, the shrill and gloomy voice of the chief eunuch Li Fuguo resounded throughout the audience-

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Prison Kingdom has arrived!"

Except for Yang Yuhuan, everyone present stood up to greet him, and then bowed, "The ministers meet His Royal Highness the Prince of the Prison Kingdom!" ”

Li Heng smiled loudly, "Everyone, be exempt from courtesy." ”

After speaking, Li Heng strode forward and bowed down in front of Yang Yuhuan, "Son-in-law Li Heng, meet your mother and concubine!" ”

Li Henggong issued an edict to recognize Yang Yuhuan as his mother's concubine, and at this moment, he naturally couldn't lose his courtesy in public. Although he is the prince of the prison state, he is not the emperor after all, and today's protagonist is Yang Yuhuan instead of him. After seeing Yang Yuhuan, should I meet or should I meet him.

Yang Yuhuan also gave Li Heng enough face, she stood up lightly, smiled and helped her weakly, "Heng'er, please get up, and spend the Shangyuan Festival with the people with this palace!" ”

When the moon is in the sky, the lights and the bright moon reflect each other, this Shangyuan night, the prosperity in Chang'an City is comparable to heaven on earth.

Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock!

Nine earth-shattering drums sounded, and a row of costumed singers wearing flower crowns and xia curtains, accompanied by the sound of drums and dance music, walked into the arena and danced on the red carpet, with long sleeves fluttering, beautiful.

Wan Chun turned his head to Yang Yuhuan with a smile, "Niangniang, this is the dance music choreographed by Wan Chun himself, has it ever been in the eyes of Niangniang?" ”

Yang Yuhuan smiled, "Wanchun, you're bothered." This song and dance is very good. ”

As soon as Yang Yuhuan's voice fell, he listened to the rhythm of the voice, and suddenly became high-pitched and powerful, and there was a singer whose figure swirled, and she sang loudly one by one

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning. You don't see the sad white hair of Gao Tang Mingjing, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require a drink of 300 ......"

The momentum of Li Bai's poetry, coupled with the singer's loud singing voice and complementary dance, directly pushed the opening Shangyuan dance music to a high cháo.

The audience applauded thunderously.

Li Zhiying glanced back at Li Bai with some pride, Li Bai smiled slightly, but was silent.

Yang Yuhuan and Yang Sanjie frowned.

Yang Yuhuan glanced at Wan Chun even more dissatisfied, and secretly complained in his heart: What the hell is Wan Chun, why did she quote Li Bai's poetry at the beginning, isn't it clear that she wants to push Li Bai to the forefront?

A sly smile flashed in Wan Chun's eyes. She subconsciously turned her head and glanced at Zhang Xuan [百讣度天卝唐卝吧快更新讣新 to share with you], and saw Zhang Xuan sitting there expressionlessly, looking indifferent, his eyes blinked, and he suddenly counted on his mind.

She got up, walked to the middle of the field and waved her hand and said loudly, "Niangniang, brother of the prince, everyone, today's Shangyuan Poetry Meeting, the grand occasion is unprecedented, it seems that the palace has been flooded with poems reciting Shangyuan Lantern Festival poems in previous years, and this time you might as well change the charter." ”

After Wan Chun finished speaking, he raised his finger and pointed to the bright moon in the sky, and said with a smile, "Today's Shangyuan night, the bright moon is in the sky, why not use the bright moon as the theme to cheer up the lantern festival?" ”

Li Heng clapped his hands and applauded.

Li Heng nodded like this, and everyone began to respond violently.

Wan Chun's big watery eyes blinked, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Li Bai, raised his hand and smiled, "This palace has heard of Li Taibai's poems for a long time, and today is the time for his meeting, are you willing to throw bricks and jade for the poetry meeting?" ”

Li Bai was thinking about how to find an opportunity to play and show off at the same time, and at the same time invited Zhang Xuan, when he suddenly heard Princess Wanchun calling, he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

For him, poetry is a matter of easy access, how can he be frightened?

Li Bai Huoran got up, walked to the spot, bowed to Yang Yuhuan and the crown prince Li Heng, and then bowed to everyone.

"Li Bai is not talented, and he is willing to throw bricks and lead jade." Li Bai didn't say too much polite greetings, and after a little groaning, he chanted a song-

"In the bright light of Shangyuan, beauties travel together. The spring breeze opens the purple hall, and Tianle goes down to the Zhu Tower. Yan Wu is all skillful, and Jiao Ge is half ashamed. It is a pity to spend the moonlit night, and the palace maid hides the hook with a smile. ”

After Li Bai finished reciting, the audience immediately burst into warm applause.

Wan Chun also applauded, but turned his head to look at Zhang Xuan, and said with a grin, "General Zhang, you are also a genius in the world, how can you have no poetry in the Shangyuan Poetry Society?" ”

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on Zhang Xuan's body. (To be continued.)