The Lantern Festival has always been a good time to enjoy the lanterns, the moon and the beauties, and Tianxiangfang at this time is naturally one of the most lively venues in Jinyang City. The literati and writers chanted poems, and sang and danced under the lamp, singing and dancing, and the atmosphere was lively and quaint.

At this time, Li Qian in the room was holding an eyebrow pencil to paint a thrush for herself in the bronze mirror, as a famous woman in the world, she has the best talent in the world, and she doesn't need to go out to show her face on weekdays. But in rare festivals, you have to go out to perform and make your fame go further.

The little maid Bi'er combed her hair and tidied her hair, but she chuckled and said:

"Miss, you're going out to perform soon. I heard that Liu Langjun rushed back from Chang'an thousands of miles away, just to see your sword weapon dance. ”

The little maid said with a smile on her face: "Liu Langjun is a talented and great poet here in Beiyan, famous, good-looking and so infatuated with you, I don't know how many people want to envy Miss." ”

Li Qian couldn't help but raise her head and smile when she heard this: "There are so many sisters in our Tianxiangfang, how do you know that he is here for me?" It's strange that you pay so much attention to him, Bi'er. ”

"Miss, I'll be honest with you." Bi'er pouted at what she said, "He's really here for you!" ”

"You're not, how can he be so sure he's here for me? Oh...... I see, what is the secret between you and him? ”

Li Qian continued to laugh and joke, the little girl was embarrassed and her face was flushed, and she snorted lightly and decided to ignore her, but after a while, she couldn't help but say:

"Miss, it is rumored outside that when you went north, you disguised yourself as a man and assumed the pseudonym Wang Shiyi, and you and Liu Langjun hit it off at first sight in Tingzhou and traveled together for a few days. After you left, Liu Langjun missed it day and night, and couldn't help himself, so he wrote a poem. ”

At this point she paused, cleared her throat, and said leisurely:

Wangjun smoked widely, waving his hand and staining his towel with tears.

There is nowhere for the birds, and the green mountains are empty.

The Yangtze River is far away, and the sunset is spring.

Whoever sees Tingzhou is lovesick and sorrowful.

After reading this poem, she sighed and said sadly:

"I thought that only our women were the most incomprehensible, but I didn't expect this world-famous Liu Langjun to be so amorous."

"Miss, I heard that after he learned that you were his daughter, he couldn't even care about this year's Spring Festival, so he rushed over without stopping, such an infatuated man is really rare. Miss, are you really not a little moved? ”

Bi'er gushed endlessly, but Li Qian was still tepid, she picked up a beaded flower and set it in her bun, and said softly: "Since you are so moved and like him so much, then I will ask Mother Yang to tell you to marry him for you." Then you'll be happy......"

"Who said I like him," Bi'er was about to cry anxiously, "Bi'er is just thinking about you, Miss, since Liu Langjun likes you so much, if you can get his help, then this year's Oiran must be you." ”

Li Qian stood up, reached out and hooked the little girl's chin and smiled, "Okay, I know." Little beauty, don't worry about me. ”

Bi'er was amused by her, her face flushed, her heart was like a deer, and she muttered in a low voice: "How can I have it, Miss is the real little beauty." ”

Li Qian held her cheeks and looked left and right at herself after makeup in the bronze mirror, she was stunned, and suddenly murmured: "The head of the moth eyebrows, the clever smile, such a beauty, I don't know if His Royal Highness, who is clean and self-conscious, will be tempted......

Bi'er, who was amused by her own young lady, blushed and heartbeat, was stunned for a moment when she heard this, it turned out that the person she liked was him. It's just that His Royal Highness the Prince has never shown up, and I'm afraid that Miss's thoughts will be empty.

"Miss, it is said that King Yan has not liked His Royal Highness the prince since he was a child because of the death of the princess, so he has been locked up in the palace for more than ten years and he is not allowed to go out for half a step."

Li Qian smiled faintly, "It's just gossip from outsiders, of course, there are also people who deliberately lead the world to think so." ”

The little maid looked puzzled, "Then why did King Yan do this?" ”

Li Qian didn't answer and asked: "If you deliberately lie about something, what is it for?" ”

"That's to cover up, of course."

"Isn't that right?" Li Qian laughed, but there seemed to be some coldness in her smile.

Jinyang Lakeside is the most brilliant pearl of the whole Jinyang City, although the moon is in the middle of the sky at this time, but the streets by the lake are still full of tourists, and the voices of people are boiling. Exquisite lanterns hang on the treetops, decorating the entire lakeside with dazzling brilliance, and several golden boats float on the lake, and the sound of silk and bamboo is heard.

Xue Qing looked at the brightly lit painting boat not far away, and suddenly said with interest:

"How about we go to Tianxiangfang, if we're lucky, we might even be able to see that Li Twelve Niang's performance."

"It's Li Qian and Li Twelve Niang, who claim to be the disciples of Gongsun Auntie? I heard that her sword dance style is not inferior to her master! ”

Li Jilan was in high spirits, she had long heard of the name of the sword dance, and she also wanted to see it, but it was naturally inappropriate for a woman who had not left the pavilion to go to a place like Tianxiangfang on weekdays, but today is an exception.

Li Jilan is already informal, and she doesn't care too much about some secular red tape, not to mention that now she is dressed as a man, so such a lively place is naturally not to be missed.

Xue Qing smiled: "Isn't it, I watched her performance during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, and it was really breathtaking." ”

Xiaoman also echoed on the side: "Yes, yes, that Li Qian girl is really powerful." ”

Li Jilan nodded and smiled, "Then I'm going to see it." ”

A few people said unintentionally, but Yunyang, who was following behind, listened attentively. Aunt Gongsun? Hearing this name, Yunyang thought of Du Fu's song "Guangongsun Auntie's Disciple Dancing Sword Weapon Walk", so he said:

"Are you talking about the princess in the poem of the poet Du Fu?"

Shiyun "In the past, there was a beautiful woman Gongsun, and a sword dance moved in all directions" said that it was the first dancer of the Tang Dynasty, Gongsun Auntie. Since Tang Wuchao also had this person, he asked casually because of his interest, but he didn't expect Xue Qing, Li Jilan, and Xiaoman to be confused when they heard it.

Xiaoman said: "Who is the poet saint Du Fu?" ”

After a while, Li Jilan smiled slightly: "I do know that there is a city gate captain named Du Fu, although he can also read and write, but he has no poetic talent. ”

"There is no first, if there is really a name of poetry and saint, it must be a talent who has passed through the heavens and latitudes, and a person who has a reputation far and wide, but I have never heard of this person."

Xue Qing shook his head, thinking that Yunyang was just talking about it, if there was really such a poetic person, even if it was a fairy-like figure hidden in the mountains, he would definitely not be an unknown person.

Seeing the reactions of these people, Yun Yang's heart moved, but he became interested and said, "Have you heard of that Shixian?" ”

The three of them all looked at each other when they heard this, and Xue Qing's eyes widened even more and said:

"A poet saint just now is not enough, and now there is another poet immortal! Dare to be an immortal, I'm afraid it's also an arrogant person with an unruly personality, but tell me who this person is? ”

Yunyang pursed his lips, and said in his heart that there are not only poets, immortals, poets, poets, Buddhas, and even poets.

However, although the names of poets and poets are praised by later generations, some people said at that time, "Those who hold Tang poetry and cow ears are the only ones who are Li and Du!" It can be seen that in the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai and Du Fu were very famous. But now it seems that the Tang Wu Dynasty does not seem to have any trace of them.

Yunyang sighed slightly, the Tang Wu Dynasty is not the Tang Dynasty after all, although the historical trajectory is the same, but there are obviously many fewer well-known figures. It can't help but make people sigh.

"Poetry fairy Li Bai, the word is too white, the number is Qinglian monk, and the name is "Immortal"

Yunyang said that he originally wanted to see the peerless demeanor of Brother Taibai and Brother Zimei, but now he is afraid that it will be difficult to do so.

Xue Qing showed a disapproving look, "I haven't heard of this person, it's because I'm lonely and unheard." ”

However, Li Jilan's expression was sudden, as if she remembered some past events, and said slowly: "Li Bai, I have heard a little, his poems are majestic and magnificent, like a ghostly workmanship, which is thought-provoking and admirable. is indeed full of economy, and he is only eight buckets high. ”

"Oh, is there such a character? So why is there no poetry that has been handed down to the world? ”

In this era, every girl's feelings have poetry, and naturally they will worship poets. Although Xue Qing was not convinced, there was expectation in his eyes.

Li Jilan is indeed very knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and she knows a little about the affairs of the rivers and lakes and temples.

I only heard her say slowly:

"During the Kaiyuan period, the Holy Emperor issued an edict to the world's famous poets to Chang'an, and Li Taibai, who was in the year of the crown, was also impressively listed. However, after arriving in Chang'an, the saint only enshrined these talented poets in the Hanlin Academy.

The talented Li Taibai saw that he was just an ornament for the vassal and elegant emperor who liked to see the prosperous cultural era, and in frustration, he enjoyed wine all day long, let loose his bones, and gave up on himself. One day after getting drunk, he accidentally died in a sword match with an unknown swordsman in the Chang'an market. ”

Speaking of this, Li Jilan shook his head and sighed regretfully: "If he hadn't had misfortune, maybe he might have been able to achieve the name of the poet immortal, but it's a pity." ”

Yunyang was dumbfounded, Qinglian monks and a generation of poets and immortals died in such a hurry, which really made people speechless.

Xue Qing was also dumbfounded, and after a while, she looked at Yunyang Fox and said suspiciously: "How do you know these people, I have never seen you so well-informed before." ”

Yun Yang naturally couldn't tell the truth, he scratched his head and pretended to smile embarrassedly:

"Recently, when I had nothing to do, I like to read some biographical novels, and I think the books are written in a terrible way, so I remembered that I asked them, but I didn't expect that there really are people with their names, and it seems that these novels are not completely made up by the author."

"What do you say? You're so bored! ”

After hearing Li Bai's matter, Xue Qing, who was still a little sullen and felt sorry in his heart, was stunned for a moment, and then glared angrily, his eyes were not good, he clenched his small fists and gritted his teeth, and he might rush up and beat Yunyang violently at any time.

Li Jilan was also a little crying and laughing, thinking that only Xue Qing, an innocent master, would have such a boring attendant.

Xiaoman is different, she doesn't care whether she really has a poet saint and a poet immortal, and she still has an unfinished expression on her face at this moment, obviously from the beginning as listening to a story.