Bao Ji didn't expect Zhen Qian to be able to recite his own poems as soon as he spoke, this sycophant was so comfortable that his eyes couldn't help but narrow into a slit, "After the award, compared with Zhen Lang's "Ai Lian Said", the clumsy work is not worth mentioning!" ”

Having said that, Bao Ji still had a smug smile on his face.

Fujiwara Shuxiong immediately smiled on the side: "Zhen Lang, Master Bao made another poem just now, you might as well appreciate it together!" ”

A scroll was slowly opened, the ink on it was not dry, it didn't seem to be a long time, I didn't expect Abe Zhongmalu to be really popular with the literati of the Tang Dynasty, and he earned a lot of eyeballs when he returned to China.

"The upper is the first to give birth to the country, and the East China Sea is the western neighbor. Nine translations of the Tibetan monarch, the millennium holy minister. The wild love is polite, and the wood nature is true. The brocade sails in the wind, and the gold is new. The lonely city opens the mirage, and the dawn is on the Zhu wheel. Early acquaintance to the year, Tu Shan jade silk even. ”

"Good poetry!"

"It's a rare masterpiece!"

"Haha, let's talk about it!" Bao Ji said smugly: "I feel it, Abejun returned from the ocean this time, there is no gift that can be taken out, only this poem is a little heartfelt, I hope you will forgive me!" ”

Zhen Qian touched his nose, he was not familiar with Abe Zhongmaro, but he knew that the other party occupied an extremely important position in the history of exchanges between the two countries, but no matter how he looked at it, he didn't have much of a good impression of this historical celebrity.

Maybe it was the prejudice that had existed in his heart for a long time, the smile on Zhen Qian's face was also a little stiff, but fortunately, his acting skills were good, and Bao Ji also became the protagonist of this exchange.

"Abe-kun returns to China this time and I don't know when I can see each other again, this glass of thin wine shows a little heart, and the drink wins!"

"I heard that when Abejun left Chang'an, several friends wrote poems as gifts, I wonder if I can read them?"

With an elegant smile on his face, Abe Zhongmaru took out a scroll from his sleeve and handed it to Bao Jidao: "Li Bai, Wang Wei and others sent each other in a ten-mile long pavilion and left a few poems, my heart is very happy!" I also wrote a poem, everyone can enjoy it! ”

Hearing that Abe Zhongmaru also had a masterpiece, Bao Ji hurriedly opened the scroll and read softly: "The title will resign from the country, and he is not a talented courtier." Love the Lord in the sky, and remember the relatives overseas. Fu played against the golden que, and went to Yujin. Penglai Township Road is far away, Ruomu old garden. Looking west to Huai'en Day, returning to the east to feel righteousness. A sword in his life, leave it to his friends. Good poetry......! ”

"If you feel it, you don't go to the hall of elegance!"

Bao Ji reveled in it and said: "The writing is brilliant, the words are beautiful, the chant will remain for eternity, the reputation is moving, and the expressive writing is full of thousands of years, such a masterpiece is really rare, you should drink another cup!" ”

On this occasion, Zhen Qian couldn't interject at all, and he didn't want to interject, and with these people, the ink in his stomach was really not worth mentioning, so he shut up and didn't want to be ugly.

After everyone admired the poem, their eyes invariably stayed on Yuerong, Bao Ji's eyes lit up and said in surprise: "This is the best Yuerong lady in Yangzhou City?" ”

In front of these people, Yuerong was a little less cold and arrogant yesterday, and she was a little snub to Yuerong just now because she was immersed in poetry, but there was no complaint on her face, and she said with a slight smile: "The little woman Yuerong has seen all Langjun!" ”

Abe Zhongmaru stroked the long hair under his chin and said with a slight smile: "I have long heard that the Yuerong lady sings and dances, I don't know if I am lucky enough to appreciate it today?" ”

"It is a little woman's honor to be able to sing and dance for several Lang Jun!"

Ji Bei Zhenbei clapped his hands and said with satisfaction: "When I passed by Yangzhou a year ago, I was fortunate to see the demeanor of the Yuerong lady at the banquet in Feixian Tower. ”

"The little girl accompanied Zhen Lang today, and how about a solo dance without preparation in a hurry?"

"Good!" Everyone immediately nodded in agreement.

Yuerong slowly came to the hall, the long sleeves danced lightly, the dancing posture was wonderful, the smart eyes flashed, the lotus step slowly rotated, like a dancing butterfly fell into the hall, although there was no sound of silk and bamboo accompaniment, but it was more prominent that the beauty of the ice skin and jade bones, with the dance of the unfold swing sleeves, fluttering and misty, there is the posture of Lingyun flying into the sky, exquisite and elegant, making people fascinated .......

"Wonderful!"

After the dance, everyone is still immersed in the smart and graceful dance music of Yuerong, the light dance posture makes people feel like they are in a dream, and they forgot to cheer after the end of the moon, and they suddenly woke up when they saw Yuerong bowing down to everyone!

"When I saw the moon again today, I recalled the time when I first saw the moon, and more than a year has passed in a flash, I don't know what year it will be when I see you next time?"

Listening to Fujiwara Kiyokawa's feelings, everyone nodded frequently and said yes, such a beautiful dance is indeed rare.

Seeing that everyone's words of praise were endless, Yuerong's face was slightly red, which was not better than usually dancing for those local tyrants in the Qinglou, and he could get the praise of the Tang envoys and Tang celebrities, and Yuerong's value increased by a few points.

Unconsciously, everyone talked about the return journey of the Tang envoy again, and Bao Ji's mouth revealed his feelings for Abe Zhongmalu's retention, and he was even more emotional about the dangerous return of the Tang envoy, and Zhen Qian, who listened to it, sighed, and almost had the urge to give up going to the Japanese country!

However, because of Zhen Qian's existence, Bao Ji did not stay in the official post for long, and after greeting for a while, he left in a hurry when he made an appointment to meet again.

"Bao still has official business, and he will beg for mercy in the official post tomorrow!"

"It's rare to meet with Master Bao, why don't you invite you to meet in the Drunken Immortal Building tomorrow?"

"Thank you very much!" Bao Ji arched his hand towards Zhen Qian, but he was not hypocritical: "If there is nothing to do tomorrow, the Drunken Immortal Building will not be seen or dispersed, I heard that the Drunken Immortal Building is the property of Zhen Lang's family, and the dishes are delicious and unique, and I have heard of it in Hailing, so I don't know if it is better to meet if it is famous?" ”

"Don't you know when the time comes?" Zhen Qian didn't say much, this kind of thing is different from ordinary people, they like to see it with their own eyes, and from Bao Ji's words, you can hear a hint of ridicule, the literati who are in business are a little more cheesy than Li Bai's "five-flowered horses, daughters", if it weren't for those poems, it is estimated that Bao Ji would not have spoken to himself.

Think about Li Bai, who has been famous for a long time, and rarely mentions his business family in front of people, you can imagine the contempt of the literati for businessmen.

After Bao Ji left, Zhen Qian also wanted to leave, but was saved by Fujiwara Shuxiong, several people sat together, first talked about some customs and customs of the Tang Dynasty, Fujiwara Qinghe suddenly changed his words and said: "I heard that Fujiwara Shuxiong praised Zhen Lang, I don't know what Zhen Lang's poetry is, what opinions do he have on the rich country and strong army!" ”

Zhen Qian was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Fujiwara Qinghe to shift the topic to the rich country and the strong army, this topic he had discussed with Fujiwara Shuxiong, but it was just a dragonfly passing by, and Fujiwara Shuxiong had not yet had a deep friendship to this point.

Regarding this sensitive question, Zhen Qian smiled apologetically and said: "The ambassador's question is a little puzzled by Zhen, Zhen is just a cloth cloth and knows little about national affairs, why didn't he ask the master of Bao just now?" ”

(End of chapter)