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Chapter 25: Hearing the Plum Blossom Early (1)

Yu Guo * Yongrui 19th year of the third day of the first month of the first month * Xin Wangfu Garden

Shuofeng whimpered in Yingxian's ear. The air of deep winter is like a light and transparent shark silk, invading it, and there is a faint pain in the cold. Looking up, there is a clear sunny sky, dreamy blue, quietly and magnificently extending in the line of sight, allowing the white clouds to travel in the distance. A trace of Dongjun Hui was drawn from the clouds, hugged into a beam of Mingse, and gently poured down to his shoulders. She sat under a snow-covered pine tree, staring ahead with a small smile on her lips. The jade-colored floral jacket is covered with red satin for the face and fox skin for the crane, which looks like a bright and transcendent red plum from afar. The neck is wrapped around the mink wind collar, and the hairs are covered with wind hair, blocking half of the face, but it can't stop the world in front of him.

It snowed all night last night. The Nine Heavens Cold Spirit descended on the earth while people were sleeping, sprinkled sediments, quietly invaded the roof ridges and eaves gaps, and weaved thousands of zhang of vegetarian food. In the early morning, the snow gradually stopped. Push the window to look, the branches of the tree are piled up with Qionghua jade buds, and the Qi scarf and Ying carpet are spread out on the steps, and the sun shines brightly under the reflection. And at this moment, the day has passed in the sky, the garden of Xinwangfu is full of Yaohua, the building is as clear as crystal, the pine and bamboo are verdant and do not wither, and all kinds of bright plums gather into a forest. The second princess sat next to Yingxian, wearing a frost-colored cardigan, a glittering finch gold fur, and a snow hat, which covered her eyebrows. A few strands of broken hair escaped from the brim of the hat, the veneer swayed gently in the wind, and the crystal pendant nailed to the earlobe was exquisitely clear, subtly reflecting the universe. As far as Ning Dan's gaze reached, there were seven scribes frowning and meditating, including Situ Xi, sitting in front of the stone table in the garden, all spreading out the paper, ink and writing in the flowing plum fragrance. The theme of the poem was set by Situ Su.

Yingxian remembered that the second princess said: "I see that the plum blossoms in the garden are blooming just right, so today's poetry will not sing anything else, only plum blossoms." These slips of paper are written in various situations that are often paired with plum blossoms. Please draw a rhyme with the theme of drawing the situation, and make a song of seven rhythms. The word 'plum' should not appear in the poem, nor should it directly point out the situation. For example, if 'Jiangbian Mei' is drawn, the whole poem cannot have the word 'Jiang'. It can only be hinted at by imagery, and finally guessed by others. In addition to the choice of words, the appropriateness of the hint is also a major criterion for the final evaluation. Everyone nodded their heads when they heard the words, and each drew the topic and rhyme.

The plum fragrance is faint and faint, as if floating from the fairyland of Langhuan, which makes Yingxian feel relaxed and happy. Suddenly, a cluster of qiongxue slipped silently from the pine branch and just smashed on Yingxian's head. As soon as the sound of "ouch" came out, it stopped, for fear of disturbing the people in the garden to write poems. A blue-robed scribe took the lead in completing the poem at this time, flicking his long sleeves and waiting for others with his pen on his shoulders. Ying Xian looked straight at him, and his heart jumped: it was really him. What is this person's name? By the way, it's called Shao Xinzhou.

That Shao Xinzhou was twenty-six or seventeen years old, and his plain blue cotton robe had been washed white, and his hair was tied up haphazardly, unruly. The face is engraved with vicissitudes, the eyebrows are handsome, and there is a trace of arrogance in the eyes, and the body is as tall as the green pine behind him. He looked around at the crowd in a leisurely manner, and suddenly cast his gaze on the octagonal pavilion in the distance of the garden, contemplating and meditating. Situ Xi also put down the brush, turned his head, and smiled at this person. Soon the other scribes were also finished.

Seeing this, Qiu Xin, a scholar from the Xinwang Mansion, walked over, received the Biyun Spring Tree note with each person's inscription, and presented it to Situ Su after returning. Situ Su laid out each piece of paper in front of his desk. Everyone else came over and read it with their eyes down. Yingxian also took the opportunity to lean over, and saw that each of the seven pieces of Xin paper had a song of seven rules, marking his name, but he didn't write the title.

The first song is from "Fang Jae-him". The mellow and vigorous regular script, elegant and simple, should be the teacher of Zhong Xuan. Yingxian smiled heartily and read his poem as:

The age of Yan Qiu Ke paid the magpie title, and the solid general Leng Rui was against the rock. Lingxi must wear a rose, how can the moon have printed a shirt.

Hearing the stream overnight, the Ming Dynasty was accompanied by a murmur. If you doubt that Yao Pavilion can be comfortable, how much Zhongqing envy Ruan Xian.

Shao Xinzhou, the blue-robed young man who finished the poem first, suddenly said: "The last sentence might as well be changed to 'Indifferent Zhenyun asked Ruan Xian', otherwise it would be too straightforward." Fang Zaiqian's face was embarrassed, but he had to say yes.

The second poem is also in regular script, but it is clear and thin, with a steep backbone, folded into a square, strict law, and the wind of Ouyang Xun. The inscription is "Du Mingyun". The style of poetry is different:

The quiet posture is light makeup, and the idle is skinny. The six-out dance is difficult to make calyxes, and the three-legged noise is not broken.

has been made to think of Lu Suo at dusk, and will remember Wang Lang in the dark. Gao Jian can be a peach and plum, and there is no fragment of fragrance when the wind passes.

Situ Su laughed after reading it: "It's ironic and vague. ”.

The third poem is sparsely written, at first glance, the pen is slowly scattered, but in fact, it is deep and steady, with twists and turns, like a subtle turn. His poems are:

Cover the dust quietly, follow the incense to the green shore. The thinning of the branches and the cutting of the crystal wave are cold, and the illusion is shaken evenly.

In vain, the ruler is passed on to the morning traces, and the treasures are sent in the evening shadow. The sky is dim and the clouds are silent, and a wisp of loneliness thanks the ghosts and gods.

Situ Su sighed: "There is a ghostly atmosphere." Ying Xian glanced at the author's name, which was called "Fan Xuan".

The next one is written by "Zhao Xiang". The penmanship is super wonderful, the thick ink marks are like cold vines hanging on the ancient pine, walking the clouds and the wind, the dragon and snake want to come out, quite Huaisu cursive rhyme. Poetry Cloud:

The moon shadow of the night sieve smells the dove early, and the eyes are full of slanting sun. Xu Yinanzhi is bright and beautiful, hovering in the west pass and hiding loneliness.

The light reins are quietly given away for snow labor, and the dust is raised for a small reward. This goes to the green shirt as if it is understood, and picks the sweet flowers all over the fifty states.

The fifth poem is from "Zhu Yixuan", but it is written in a kind of official script with a square pen and a round stroke, which is in order, and the inscription poem is as follows:

What do you think about the remnants of the wax, and the layers of forests are surging in the middle of the king. Bury the flat clogs and teeth are not new snow, and there is a dark fragrance when stepping through the yellow mud.

How can Gan Ying rely on butterflies to pick and leave his iron bones far away. Purity is innate, and the bright moon shines on the lonely grave like smoke.

Yingxian listened to Shao Xinzhou's tone and commented with a little disdain: "The jaw couplet is a bit interesting, and the tail couplet is vulgar again." ”.

In the sixth song, the three words "Situ Xi" are impressive. Looking at the strings, a hand of chic and majestic calligraphy, with the pen outward, open and scattered without losing the elegant and smart, like a flying dragon jumping in the clear spring. secretly praised it, and read his poem again:

A branch of steep jade through the vermilion yarn, half hidden clear light and half extractive. Reflect the candle shadow and hand over the New Year's mirror, and send the old crow incense through the window.

The long view of the embroidered wall is a scroll, but the scholar of Yunshan is missing. Whoever plays the Qiang flute outside the threshold, the cold night is still dreaming of the end of the world.

After reading it, I couldn't help but be slightly stunned, only to feel that the poetry was very different from the style of the book, but then I thought about it: maybe it was because of the chanting of plum blossoms. I couldn't help but read the tail couplet over and over again, and I was in a trance for a while.

The last poem is the handwriting of Shao Xinzhou, only to see that his book is strange and unrestrained, oblique and interesting, and the paper is like a cloud of smoke. Poetry Cloud:

The West Garden was worried last night, and sent the flute to wait for the dew. Tingying bears the smoke and is suspicious, and the light fragrance is full of water.

Only the factors are bold and high-minded, regardless of the red dust and firewood. Qu is reluctant to look forward to it, and the cocoon is cold and fragrant.

After reading and guessing for a while, everyone guessed that the first five poems were "Plum in the Mountain", "Plum on the Painting", "Plum by the Pond", "Plum on the Post Road", and "Plum on the Path". and each of them commented and complimented. When guessing the sixth song, Situ Xi asked Yingxian directly: "What do you guess?" Yingxian replied: "'Reflecting the candle shadow to hand over the New Year's mirror, sending incense to the old crow through the window' is Mei's situation, and 'who plays the Qiang flute outside the threshold, and the cold night is still dreaming of falling to the end of the world' is Mei's heart." This plum is a plum in a bottle. When Situ Xi heard this, he happily showed the drawn note, and sure enough, he was hit by Yingxian.

Talking about the last poem, Situ Xi praised: "'Tingying inherits the smoke and doubts about the feathering, and the light fragrance bathes in the water' is extremely ethereal, and the whole poem expresses the memory of the scenery as a whole, but it is deep and not hairy, this "plum under the moon" must be pushed to the first, and I am willing to bow to the wind." Shao Xinzhou said: "Your Highness is too modest." Your "plum in a bottle" is not standing on the outside, but seems to have turned into this thing, which is embarrassing. But I saw Situ Su reading over and over again on the paper, "Only the factors know the high intentions, regardless of the red dust and firewood." Then he said, "Why don't you write a poem about the princess?" Situ Su said: "In front of you elegant people, why should I be ugly? Shao Xinzhou said: "I have heard that Princess Wen is famous, but I have never been able to appreciate it. If you can't see the princess's masterpiece in today's poetry meeting, Xinzhou is really a pity. Situ Xi also said: "Even I have joined, Sister Huang, you can show your hand." ”

Situ Su couldn't refuse, so he had to pick up a Zihao, groaned for a while, and wrote:

Dongjun did not solve the dream of the peach juan, but he only described his face at night. Thousands of feet of cold light flow jade, thousands of incense crumbs around the silver dragon.

Chengxin reflects the moon in the distance, and Yixing invites Yegu Song. Since ancient times, bosom friends have not been heterochromatic, and they have disappeared when they are scattered.

After writing it, he shook his head and said, "It's too hasty, it's not good." Shao Xinzhou picked up the paper, and muttered after reading it: "What a 'bosom friend since ancient times is not a different color, and he will disappear when he is scattered in the wind'." Except for the white plum in the snow, I can't find any other answers. "Let's talk about staring at Situ Su. The second princess turned her face slightly and was silent.

Situ Xi said: "Today's event must be recorded. Since Xinzhou is only tall, I have an idea. Turning around, he said: "You are good at the piano, and today I will play a song "Three Alleys of Plum Blossoms" for everyone." Seeing Yingxian nodded, he said to Shao Xinzhou: "The song is finished and the text is completed." Xinzhou, do you dare to accept the challenge? ”

A hint of pride flashed on Shao Xinzhou's face. He smiled faintly: "What's so difficult about this? ”

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