On the side of Qingxi in Mangshan Mountain, there is a nameless small pavilion, this pavilion is in disrepair, most of the tiles on the pavilion have fallen off, but the pavilion has been hung with a gilded plaque at some point, and the word "Lanting" is written on it; Originally, no one cared about Mangshan, so it attracted many young ladies to come here for an outing, a little abrupt lively, there were many food boxes with wine glasses floating in the clear stream, and some did not put wine glasses, but put the rice paper with good poems, hoping to meet a bosom friend here, and spit out the turbidity in the chest. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this moment, under the Lan Pavilion, several beautiful ladies are surrounding a personable young man, a few people talked for a while, and then they all went to the Lan Pavilion to sit down, only to listen to the boy talk eloquently: "Poetry and songs, if you want to write well, just like practicing words, you need to read more and write more and think more, if a few girls want to learn poetry with a certain person, they have to work hard." ”

"Childe, we have suffered hardship."

A little girl who looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old put her hands on her cheeks, tilted her body and squeezed into the arms of the son, but unfortunately there were too many girls around the son, and there were already people in her arms.

The lady in the child's arms glanced at the other girls proudly, and said to the son: "That's it, whatever the son says, we just do it, follow the son, maybe when will we become a female bachelor." ”

"Hahaha, that's nature." After laughing three times, the prince said: "At that time, the bright moon was there, and he returned to the clouds. The falling flowers are independent, and the micro swifts are flying. Ladies and gentlemen, please comment on this poem in detail. ”

When the girls heard this, they immediately clapped their hands, and looked at this boy with even more admiration. The girl who occupied the mind of the son before took the lead in talking: "The son should be a five-word quatrain, every word, there is a faint sadness, the former month, there should be an old man, the next sentence 'has been returned to the clouds' The first feeling is a kind of confusion, but it hints that the final parting, the last two sentences, the artistic conception, is even more wonderful......"

What the girls said in the back were all beautiful words that seemed to be endless, and this son's face was full of red light, and he was already fluttering.

In the distance, on the side of Qingxi, a man in white sat on a Liuyun chair, behind him was a handsome woman with a plain face, a young man in gorgeous clothes, and a big man with a scar on his face, but always smirking.

The four of them looked at the Lan Pavilion from afar, and after looking at it for a while, the handsome woman retracted her gaze and said to the man in white: "The guy on the pavilion will be the same as you at a glance." But that poem, it sounds really good, Bai Mo, do you want to comment on it too? ”

The beautifully dressed young man also echoed: "That is, Wei Mou had heard Brother Bai compose poems and lyrics before, and they were all happy, but when the Mangshan Poetry Club was held, the comments given by the son were flattering words after all, and now there is no one else here, Brother Bai can make in-depth and true comments, and it is also called Wei's long insight." ”

The man in white tugged at the corners of his mouth, pulled out the folding fan from his waist, and after unfolding it, he blocked his face.

The woman wondered, "What are you doing here?" ”

"It's better for me to spit on the fan than on you."

Hearing the words of the boy in white, the young man was also a little puzzled: "Brother Bai, why do you say this?" Is this poem really that unbearable? ”

The man in white put away the folding fan, looked up at the girls who were still talking, and sighed: "People's hearts are not ancient, the world is declining, Brother Wei, do you know what kind of person Bai hates the most and what he likes to do the most?" ”

"This ...... Wei really didn't know. ”

"Lao Tzu hates pretending to be a coercion the most, and he likes to play the face of a pretending coercion the most, go, let's get closer, so that those girls can stay away from this misguided child."

In the Lanting Pavilion, the boy was commenting on the comments of the previous people one by one: "Lan Lan said the most comprehensive, the whole and the details are very in place, not only commented on the artistic conception, but also deeply analyzed the emotional state of my poetry from the artistic conception, it is really a female middle school scholar, Ziqing compared with it, and checked a little ......"

As soon as they said that, a cough caught their attention, and when they turned their heads, they saw the strange group of people.

The white-clothed boy led by him covered his face with a fan, only revealing a pair of eyes, which looked a little obscene, but his voice was very warm and very good, only to hear the white-clothed boy say: "Oh, Brother Yan, your poem is good, why did you take it apart?" ”

"I don't have the surname Yan below, dare to ask Your Excellency ......"

"That's weird, the famous prodigal son Yan of Jiangnan once came to Yizui Lou to play for a night, so Bai befriended him, asked for an episode, was put by Bai at the head of the bed, and often read it; Among them, there is a poem "Linjiang Immortal", which is divided into two pieces, each piece has five words and two sentences to end, upside down and spelled, how did it become 'a poem' in your Excellency's mouth? ”

The boy's face was red, and he also heard that the person who came to kick the hall was a little annoyed, but he didn't know how to refute it, after all, this person himself knew that the poem he just said was indeed made of Yan Gongzi's Linjiang Immortal, and he had to suppress his anger and stammered: "Your Excellency heard that there is a poem called 'collection of sentences'?" ”

Bai Mo smiled: "Others' collection of sentences, in order to appear that they are knowledgeable, often pick different poems for each sentence, and even the poets are very different in age, or deliberately pick some unknown poems to integrate one, Your Excellency's four sentences are all taken from one word, which is rare, you say that you can collect sentences from one poem into another poem, and you also pick sentences from a poem, Bai Mou's life, and only this one example." ”

"So what! Brother Tai doesn't think it's such a fight, it really has a different context? ”

"It's really not an intention, and every sentence is good, after all, it's all written by Yan Jidao Yan Gongzi, but it's a pity that Brother Tai's spell not only messed up Yan Gongzi's original intention, but also took the flower after returning to Caiyun by you.

The poetry of this era has a distinction between ancient and near, and the poems are divided into two kinds: equal (the first two words are flat) and 仄起 (the first two words are flat), and the upper and lower sentences are different from each other, which is said to be relative, and the same, it is said to be sticky, which can be said to be the most basic knowledge in terms of poetry.

Wei Zhen, who was beside Bai Mo, also suddenly realized: "I didn't listen carefully just now, I actually forgot about this stubble, alas, I lost face in front of Brother Bai again." ”

The boy didn't get angry, but covered his face and lowered his head in shame, but the little girl in his arms suddenly took it up, pointed at Bai Mo's nose and scolded: "You yellow-mouthed child, you know what a fart!" Our son-in-law is called secondary creation, do you understand secondary creation? Besides, Gongzi He once said that he wrote near-style poems, if it was an ancient style......"

"Girl, although Mo is not talented, I also know that the ancient style also has to pay attention to a horseshoe rhyme." Bai Mo was even more speechless.

At this time, there were already tourists around gradually gathered around, listening to Bai Mo's last sentence, they all began to laugh loudly, vassal elegance but ignorance to this point, it can be regarded as a wonder.

The son, who had just fiddled with poetry in front of the girls, was so ashamed that he wanted to dig a hole in the ground and get into it, raised his head and glanced at Bai Mo coldly, and then fled from the place where the great gods gathered. The white ink folding fan shook lightly, and smiled very seductively at the group of ignorant girls who were rescued by white ink.

But the group of girls didn't appreciate it, and when they saw that their favorite son was gone, they also lost interest and dispersed.

At this time, a young man in the crowd of onlookers said loudly: "Your Excellency claims to be surnamed Bai Mingmo, but you are the preface to the Lanting Collection, and then you are the third person of the third grade?" ”

Bai Mo followed the sound and looked over, and saw a scholar with thick eyebrows and big eyes, this scholar was not really strong, but the skeleton was too big, which made him look a little burly.

Bai Mo said gently: "It's exactly below." ”

"Brother Bai is so sharp, it's too hurtful."

After the scholar finished speaking, he laughed first, and after laughing, he found that the other onlookers around him were looking at him with a foolish look, so he said embarrassedly: "It's not that the son is doing something wrong, but it's very happy. Oh, by the way, in the next Heti, the famous He, the post of the post, said to know with Bai Gongzi. ”

Bai Mo nodded: "Thanks to Brother He and I have the same heart, why don't we go and drink together-by the way, let's play this song again, well, it seems that the rules have changed?" ”

"It's changed, Bai Gongzi's set needs to get acquainted with each other, tourists here are like flowing water, not everyone wants to get acquainted with each other, just want to have a fateful person, so I changed the way of playing."

"Well, walking."

After leaving the Prime Minister's Mansion, Bai Mo and his entourage cleaned up the soft from the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, and built four grass houses on this Mangshan Mountain, with Lao Chu here, and it was completed in one afternoon. At first, Bai Mo originally planned to live on this mountain, pick up the skills that his father taught him before he died, and hunt for a living, but his injuries had not yet healed, so he had to give up, and the food these days was sent by the old man beside Wei Wuji.

Listening to the old man, Wei Wu was scolded by Wei Wuji.

Bai Mo thought about it, and suddenly had a feeling - forcing himself out of the Prime Minister's Mansion would be Wei Wuji's original plan?

After all, Wei Wuji was also a legend, he became the prime minister of the Jin State at the age of twenty, and now he has been nearly sixty years, and his sixty years of official career is not necessarily much worse than himself and his master.

He may be trying to make a way out for himself.

A few people returned to the side of Qingxi, and began to talk nonsense in the sky and the earth, this Hetie is very talkative, and especially likes the way of doing business, every time he talks about it, he is stunned for a moment, but unfortunately Bai Mo is not willing to listen, Hetie in the end and Wei Zheng, who has been praising him, is mixed together.

The meals that Bai Mo and others brought to this place were all eaten by the smug Hetie.

Bai Mo said helplessly: "Brother He, what about the good Qu Shui Liuyu?" ”

"Haha, it's okay, wait until I tell Brother Wei about the doorway for pouring rice at the border a few years ago......"

The sun was setting half, and the soft sunlight hit Bai Mo's face, which was a little itchy.

Leng Yuyan sat on the side of Qingxi, took off her shoes, revealing a pair of snow-white little feet, humming a song, while playing with her feet to splash water, and her face without powder showed a rare look of real relaxation.

Bai Mo really wanted to tell her that in the Central Plains, it is a big taboo to show your heels and breasts.

I opened my mouth for a long time, but I didn't say it.

"Acting every day, even the identity is not real, and now this mood should be rare."

Bai Mo just wanted to leave the rare peace here to Leng Yuyan alone, but Leng Yuyan suddenly picked up a handful of water with his hand and swayed it towards Bai Mo from afar.

Bai Mo smiled.

Just as happy and sunny, without those femininity and secrets.

"Bullied me and got hurt, can't I touch the water, isn't it?"

Bai Mo turned the wheel with his hand, went behind Leng Yuyan, and directly put his hand into Leng Yuyan's armpit.

"Help! White ink you ...... Hahaha, stay away from me! Hahaha, I was wrong......"