Chapter 010 Qujiang Chishang Poetry Wine Banquet (4)

After a while, most of the guests who had been invited were seated and returned to their seats. Zhang Xuan glanced at it, and his memory told him that there were quite a few people he knew—because everyone present could be described in such a sentence: either Zhang Jiuling's former colleague or protégé.

Zhang Xuan also found that among the guests, there were no real power figures among the bureaucrats and magnates, and most of them were some civil and prose officials, as well as a few unknown relatives of the emperor, and most of them were members of the Yang clan. However, almost all the celebrities of the dynasty who lived in Chang'an, such as Wang Wei and others, were present.

The so-called poetry banquet is nothing more than drinking and entertainment interspersed with poetry and dance, which belongs to a kind of upper-class social communication activity unique to the Tang Dynasty. On this occasion, celebrities and celebrities are naturally indispensable.

Zhang Xuan knew in his heart that although the real Qingliu celebrities would not join the powerful and join the powerful, but now Mrs. Qiu Guo and the Yang family were prominent for a while because Yang Guifei was favored, and Mrs. Qiu Guo was called "aunt" by the emperor. Mrs. Qiu Guo personally ordered the invitation, how many people dare not give face?

Besides, this is just a poetry and wine meeting, and it is harmless.

The younger generation of scribes also came. Among them, the best ones are Cui Huan of the Cui family, Xiao Fu, the grandson of Xiao Song, the prime minister of the Kaiyuan Dynasty, Xiao Fu, the son of Xiao Heng, the son of Xiao Heng, and Chen He, the grandson of Zuo Xianglie. These are all celebrities who later went down in history, such as Xiao Fu, who later became the prime minister of the Dezong Dynasty and was the fifth person to worship the prime minister of the Xiao family in the Tang Dynasty.

Young scribes wanted to seek fame, and getting appreciated and recommended by the powerful was a shortcut to the south. These young and pretentious young scribes in Chang'an City, who didn't want to make a name for themselves or even become famous in such an elegant high society occasion, so they came the most, and their emotions were also the highest, and everyone had expectations and reserved smiles on their faces.

The place where Zhang Xuan was standing was quickly "cleared". Whether they knew or didn't know their sons, they were far away from him, and there was a lot of disdain in the eyes projected. When something happened to the Zhang family, some people disdained it, and some people were afraid of getting into trouble, and so on.

In this way, a strange situation was formed on the periphery of the field: with Zhang Xuan as the middle dividing line, on the left side were groups of young scholars, and on his right side, there were thousands of charming ladies, most of whom were the ladies of Chang'an officials and eunuchs and their maids.

It's just that Zhang Xuan's expression was calm and unmoved.

is less than the age of the weak crown, wearing a cyan gown, a jade belt to tie the waist, the face is like a crown of jade, standing in the wind, the clothes are fluttering, and the whole person looks heroic and elegant. Some of the surrounding Huaichun girls who don't know the details of Zhang Xuan will cast a bold and provocative gaze from time to time.

Looking forward to it, Zhang Xuan looked at Wang Wei and Wang Ma with a slightly excited gaze. This later generation called the "Poetry Buddha", the versatile Tang Dynasty literary master, wearing a soap-colored civilian clothes, with a clear appearance, two thick eyebrows obliquely inserted into the temples, a long beard under the chin, although he is middle-aged, he does not look old at all, and his face is radiant.

Wang Weizhao was sitting there, chatting and laughing with the prince's right concubine who was sitting beside him, when he suddenly felt a touch of eager gaze from the outside of the crowd, and couldn't help but look up, and saw a slender and tall young man looking at him with a smile, his eyes flowing, and he reciprocated with a gentle smile.

Zhang Xuan also smiled, and immediately took his gaze back.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and from the front, three young scholars who had just passed the age of the weak crown walked side by side, all of whom were the best among those with slender bodies and delicate faces. Although these three people had gentle smiles on their faces, the high and reserved in their bones could not be concealed even if they wanted to.

It is Cui Huan, Xiao Fu and Chen He, the representatives of the well-known young scribes of Chang'an, who have the reputation of "Three Masters of Chang'an".

Of course, among the three, Cui Huan is still the leader, Cui Huan's poetry, calligraphy and painting are famous, and he is the proud protégé of Wang Wei, the leader of Shilin.

The three of them walked in separately from the crowd, first bowing to their acquaintances or seniors, and then Shi Shiran sat in his own place. The younger generation can be qualified to sit in the seat, only these three people.

Countless envious eyes or warm eyes were projected on the three of them, Cui Huan was still calm and unfazed, and sat there unfazed; But Xiao Fu and Chen He were young and prosperous after all, sitting there looking left and right, their faces slightly showing a bit of smug brilliance.

Erudite and well-born, the future is bound to be promising. In the silent pursuit of a cadre of young scholars, young people are high-spirited, and it is reasonable that they are a little proud.

Not long after, with the sound of beautiful and tactful drum music from the Tingtao Pavilion on the south bank of Qujiang Pond, two rows of beautiful girls dressed in neon brocade skirts and bead curtains lined up, or holding jade plates or holding incense sachets or raising their hands to scatter flowers, and there was a crisp and exquisite sound because of the collision of gold and silver jewelry.

In the middle of the two teams of dressed girls, a noble lady with heavy makeup walked slowly. Wearing a low-cut shirt with narrow sleeves in light cyan silk, a white silk shawl on her shoulders, and a red dress painted with gold flowers, the red silk shoes on the embroidered shoes are exposed under the skirt. The long sleeves fluttering and swaying between walks are indescribably expensive.

This is the famous Mrs. Qiuguo. Zhang Xuan stood there staring, and shook his head secretly in his heart: What a lot of momentum and pomp, I'm afraid that the imperial concubine will travel like this, right?

Mrs. Qiu Guo walked closer, and the guests present bowed down together to greet her, "Madam! ”

Although it was a woman's family that started because of nepotism, this did not affect the faint majesty of Mrs. Qiu's charming face. She smiled reservedly, waved her sleeves and said aloud, "Excuse me, please take a seat." ”

At this time, the bands that followed also sat on one side and began to play and play. In the melodious palace music, Mrs. Qiuguo, who was still sitting on the top position, looked around at everyone, raised her lamp and said with a smile, "The slave family is the east today, and invites all the adults and talents to gather in the Furong Garden of Qujiang Pond, and indulge in wine, singing, and entertainment. Please drink! ”

Everyone also smiled and raised their glasses, "Madame, please drink!" ”

Mrs. Qiu Guo smiled and raised her glass gracefully. And everyone also drank it up one after another.

The maid waiting on the side hurriedly presented the silk handkerchief with a jade plate, and Mrs. Qiu Guo put down the cup, pinched the silk handkerchief with two slender and white fingers, carefully wiped the corners of her mouth, and then looked at everyone and smiled, "Such a beautiful day, fighting wine and poetry is fun." The slave family is not talented, and is willing to come up with a topic, and also ask all the talented people to write poems to leave a good story for today's event. ”

Speaking of this, Mrs. Yu Guo groaned for a while, turned her head to look at a row of weeping willows on the bank of Qujiang Pond, pursed her lips and smiled, "How about taking the willows by the river as the theme?" ”

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