Wei Chi Xunshan This guy has a wide range of interests, plus he has seven or eight points of drunkenness, pulling An He and a few accomplices, and he has to play a few things a few times, not to mention, this guy is called versatile, throwing pots, dancing and other things are very good, and he has won a lot of lotteries. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIt's a pity that Anhe is miserable, these things are not very good, and I lost several times after a few laps.

"No, if I lose again, I'm going to be a pants!"

An He said very helplessly, just now he was playing pitching with a group of people, and he lost in the first round. The game of pitching the pot is very simple, that is, put a big pot not far away, and then throw it into it with an arrow, the middle counts as a win, this game is simple and interesting, and can be played by many people at a time, so it is deeply loved by the nobles of the Tang Dynasty. Ann is a bit special when she plays with their group of young people, everyone has to take out a certain amount of money to make a lottery, and then throw a pot at the same distance, the one who doesn't win is eliminated, and the one who wins will be farther away for the next round of the game, until there is a winner, and all the jacks will of course belong to the winner.

"Anhe, who doesn't know that the new tea in your house is selling very hot, and there are nearly 100 yuan of income every day, what is this little money?" Li Jingye next to him took a sip of juice and said with a smile, among the new acquaintances, Li Jingye is the most active, and his pitching skills are excellent.

"You don't know this, it's good to earn nearly 100 yuan a day, but after deducting various costs such as labor, space, and materials, half of the net profit is already good."

An He said with a look of disdain, just now it was Li Jingye who pleaded himself to play with the pitcher, but all the money he lost went to this kid's pocket.

In a large room, a poetry meeting is now being held, among the famous nobles, many of them are talented women who read poetry books, and I don't know who started first, as long as the women in the venue can make a few lines of poetry, they are now participating in the poetry meeting, and the highest-ranking queen Wang, Wu Mei and several noble ladies are judged.

An He and Yu Chi Xun Lin walked in with the intention of drinking, and as soon as they entered the room, they immediately attracted the attention of all the women, and the one who walked in the front was Yu Chi Xun and An He, Yu Chi Xun Lin was already a little drunk, and his face was in an invincible state. An He only felt a fever on his face, after all, whether it was in his previous life or in Datang, it was the first time he was stared at by so many women at the same time.

"Sons and daughters see their mothers, please say hello to their mothers, the queen and the king!"

In order to see the beautiful woman's hair, Wei Chi Xunlin dragged An He and a group of sons and daughters into the women's hall in the name of asking for peace for their mother and queen Wang.

As soon as he entered the room, An He saw a group of noble ladies such as Queen Wang, Wu Mei and Mrs. Wei Chi, surrounding a hot pot, talking with the noble ladies around them while eating, which seemed very comfortable.

Wu Mei, Princess Gao Yang, and Mrs. Wei Chi Amin who were sitting saw An He coming, and their faces showed indescribable excitement.

Wei Chi Xunyu and An He hurriedly came up to salute, and Fang Yiai and others behind him were of course no exception.

"Hehe, hurry up! This hot pot that Ann and you let people make is really good, and I like it very much for my mother and several ladies! ”

Mrs. Wei Chi was very happy to see An He, pulled him over and kept talking, and then introduced several noble ladies around her to An He, with a smug look on her face, she almost said that this was her prospective son-in-law.

These ladies are either princesses or eldest princesses, and the worst is also the duchess of the country, all of whom are the elders of Anhe, but he had to salute vigorously, feeling that this circle of salutes alone is more tiring than holding this banquet.

As for Yu Chi Xunlin and a group of sons, they had already put their eyes on the young and beautiful women around them, and they all looked like pigs.

"Ann and you just came, this is a poem written by the women here, can you come and see how we write?

An He was a little drunk, after all, there were so many people here, and he didn't drink less, and he didn't understand until after Concubine Yang's explanation. It turned out that after the poetry meeting was launched, everyone present wrote their own poems on paper, and did not leave their names, and asked Concubine Yang and other judges to choose the best ones.

An He was a little drunk, and read the poems written on a few cases, because the people invited this time were all royal princesses, and everyone was beautiful, and each of them had deep attainments in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Some of the poems are really well written, and An He praised them while reading them:

Well, not bad, not bad.

The gaze rests on a poem.

Seeing Zhu Chengbi's thoughts, he was haggard and fragmented as Yijun.

I didn't believe that I would cry more than I came, and I opened the box and inspected the pomegranate skirt.

An He recited softly, and at this time, a trace of surprise appeared on Wu Mei's face, and there was a trace of expectation, she wanted to know An He's price for this poem, because she wrote it.

Wu Mei's four years in Ganye Temple were the most frustrating four years of her life, but misfortune and blessing lurked, and Wu Zetian's days in Ganye Temple were also full of fateful turnarounds.

In Ganye Temple, Wu Zetian wrote her most famous poem "Ruyi Niang", which was written to Li Xiaojiu. Perhaps, it was this poem that made Li Xiaojiu suddenly think of his old lover Wu Mei, who was still cutting her hair and becoming a nun.

The poem "Ruyi Niang" is a poem that writes about lovesickness and sorrow, and in just four sentences, it conveys multi-layered and multi-directional complex emotions.

"Good poetry, good poetry! An He praised:

The first sentence looks at Zhu Chengbi's thoughts, and it has multiple meanings. First, it is clear that the lyrical protagonist is overly lovesick, so that his soul is not reluctant, and he sees red as green in a trance. It was the confusion that made this infatuated woman unable to distinguish between colors. Second, it alludes to the passage of beautiful spring, seeing that the red flowers have faded, and only green leaves are left on the branches. Third, it is a metaphor for being alone, and the flowers and leaves cannot help each other; It is also said that he has a thin life, from the happiness of the past to the cold lovesickness of today.

The two contrasting colors of "Zhu" and "Bi" constitute a warm and cold contrast of strong feelings. The cold and green in front of me touched the eyes and caused a lot of thoughts. "Haggard and fragmented for the memory of the king" is a straightforward expression of the chest. From the outside to the heart, it is full of the author's emaciation and exhaustion.

"If you don't believe it, I'll cry and open the box to check the pomegranate skirt." What it means: If you don't believe that I've been crying for missing you lately, then open the box and see the tear stains on my pomegranate dress! The unique image of persistence, determination, undisguised and unpretentious leaps onto the page. This poem is written with twists and turns, and it is indeed a superb work! ”

An He couldn't help but admire.

Hearing An He's analysis and praise, the following ladies and ladies applauded unanimously, Wu Mei was even more peach-faced, one is that her poems have been recognized by everyone, especially An He, on the other hand, her own girl Huaichun, red bean lovesickness was guessed, it is inevitable to be a little embarrassed.

Queen Wang smiled and said, "I don't know who wrote such a wonderful poem." ”

Wu Mei didn't want people to know what was going on in her heart, so she bowed her head and kept silent.

An He looked at Wu Mei, who was full of crimson, and thought: It turns out that this future empress is also shy.

The wine was strong, and his courage immediately increased, and An He laughed and said:

Let me guess who wrote this poem! (To be continued.) )