The water and stones are murmuring, the wind and bamboo swallow each other, the furnace smoke is square, and the plants and trees are self-delighted. The joy of the world, but that's it. Woohoo! Those who are surging in the realm of fame and fortune and do not know how to retreat are not easy to get this.

The above paragraph is Mi Fu wrote the "West Garden Elegance Collection Preface", "West Garden Elegance Collection" is Li Gonglin's painting, but at this time Li Gonglin was only fifteen years old, the white painting has not yet fully matured, Mi Fu is only thirteen years old, and now he is still staying in Xiangyang's hometown, so they cooperate with the "West Garden Elegance Collection", which should be held many years later, but due to Zhao Yan's intervention, I don't know if they will have the opportunity to participate in the West Garden Elegance Collection in the future?

Although the time is different, but Zhao Yan saw the West Garden Yaji and Li Gonglin, Mi Fu's West Garden Yaji is not much different, only to see on the opposite side of the stream, a group of scholars wearing shirts in groups of three or five, or writing poems, or painting, or inscription stones, or dialing Ruan, or reading, or speaking, it looks extremely elegant, and the pleasure of feasting and traveling.

In contrast, the children of the nobles on the other side of the bamboo forest seem a little vulgar, just now Zhao Yan only turned around, and many noble children were either gambling money, or laughing with uninvited ** women, and even more, there were some people who approached the bamboo forest where the women's party gathered, and then secretly looked at the girls in the bamboo forest, the shape was extremely obscene, Zhao Yan was also very contemptuous of these people, if you want to see it, you can look at it generously, even if you don't have the guts, what do you do? It's just that what he didn't know was that he, Cao Song, and Hu Yanping were also members of the voyeur army before.

"Third brother, you see, those scholars are still sour when they attend a party, and they are really boring to engage in some poetry and paintings, I think we should not go!" Cao Song persuaded for the last time.

When the Xiyuan Yaji was first held, the nobles and scholars were not as clear as they are now, but the children of the nobles liked to play and were not used to the set of scholars, and the scholars also looked down on these noble children who were dogs and cockfights all day long, and even had several conflicts, so the Xiyuan Yaji held later was divided into two areas, and the scholars and the children of the nobles did not interfere with each other.

"It's all here, where is there any reason to go back, if you don't want to go, then stay here!" Zhao Yan said, raising his legs to go up to the bridge to the opposite side.

But before he could reach the bridge, he was stopped by Xue Ning'er with a smile and said: "The king of the county stays, although this stream is small, but it divides the Xiyuan Yaji into two parts, generally speaking, the two sides do not interact with each other, but there are also some noble children who hope to enter the Shizi, but according to the rules here, if you want to pass the bridge, you must give a poem, called a poem across the bridge, and then chant to walk across the bridge, otherwise you can't pass the bridge." ”

"Hey, the children of the nobles go over there to write poems, so if the scholar on the other side wants to come here, what should he do?" Zhao Yan asked with some surprise when he heard this. However, his words caused Xue Ning'er to snicker, and then Zhao Yan reacted, most of the scholars who were able to participate in the Xiyuan Elegant Collection were high-ranking people, in their opinion, mixing with those arrogant children of the lackeys and fighting cocks was simply a self-surrendering identity, and they would never take the initiative to come here, but some young people from noble backgrounds wanted to mix into the circle of scholars, such as Wang Xu, a typical representative.

In ancient Chinese history, scholars had the highest status in the Song Dynasty, and Zhao Yan also knew something about this, so he nodded and asked, "Understood, which of you can compose poems?" ”

"I can't even recite poems!" As soon as Cao Song heard Zhao Yan's words, he immediately shook his head and said, as for Hu Yanping, when he heard the word "poetry", he immediately entered a state of emergency, and it is estimated that even if he sobers up, he will not be able to write any poems.

"The slave family can make a few small poems, but I don't know if I can get into the eyes of the county king?" When Xue Ning'er saw Zhao Yan looking at her, she immediately covered her mouth and smiled.

"Thank you Xue Xing for your help, it's not that this king can't write poems, but he can't make poems that fit the situation for a while, but it makes Xue Xingjian smile!" Zhao Yan's words are not all lies, he did bring some classic poems from later generations, but unfortunately these poems are either "outside the mountain Qingshan Lou Wailou", or what "family sacrifice is not forgotten to tell Na Weng" and the like, none of them are suitable for the occasion, if you insist on reciting it, it will only make people feel strange, the last time he showed off to Cao Ying, he had been warned by Cao Ying not to recite poems indiscriminately, so now he can only ask Xue Ning'er for help.

Xue Ning'er naturally didn't believe what kind of poems a gentleman like Zhao Yan would make, but she smiled and said: "The county king is talented, the slave family naturally knows, as for the poem that crossed the bridge, it is better to hand it over to the slave family, but before composing the poem, the slave family has a small request, and please forgive the county king!" ”

"What requirements?" Zhao Yan was also quite surprised by Xue Ning'er's bold behavior, it is said that with his own identity, the other party actually made a request at this time, which is not something that ordinary women dare to say.

I saw Xue Ning'er smile again at this time: "Actually, this matter is nothing to the county king, last time Cao Yanei brought some paintings from the county king, the painting style is very novel, the little girl liked it very much at first sight, so I want to ask the county king to agree, and in the future, I will ask the painter in the palace to help the little woman paint a portrait." ”

Xue Ning'er, like Cao Song, thought that those paintings were painted by the painters in Zhao Yan's mansion, and did not think that Zhao Yan was the one who painted. And Zhao Yan couldn't help but laugh secretly when he heard this, and immediately agreed: "Okay, exchanging poetry for painting is also an elegant thing!" After Zhao Yan finished speaking, he glared at Cao Song fiercely, no need to ask, it must be this kid who told Xue Ning'er about those paintings from his own house.

"Third brother, I really didn't sue Xue Xing, but the third brother-in-law." Cao Song shouted that he was wronged, but at this time, Hu Yanping was still in a crash, and he couldn't confront him at all, and Zhao Yan didn't bother to pursue this kind of thing again, anyway, after today, everyone would know that those paintings were made by themselves.

Seeing Zhao Yan agree, Xue Ning'er was also very happy, the reason why she had been paying attention to Zhao Yan just now, in fact, the most important thing was to ask Zhao Yan to agree to this matter, after all, the kind of new white painting is in the limelight now, and some people in the outside world have gone out to ask for a painting but can't get it, if she can ask the mysterious painter to make a painting for herself at this time, then she will definitely become famous because of it, and even overwhelm Yan Ruyu, who ranks first, in one fell swoop.

Zhao Yan, Xue Ning'er and others had been standing by the bridge for a while, and they had just made a move to go to the bridge, so their group quickly attracted the attention of many people, only to see the soldiers on the other side of the bridge stop their pen and ink and chess pieces, and look up at Zhao Yan's side, but most of their eyes looking at Zhao Yan were a little contemptuous, but their eyes at Xue Ning'er were full of admiration, but they turned to Zhao Yan and others with jealous eyes.

Compared with those hypocritical and jealous scholars, the ladies in the bamboo forest are very consistent, they are very disgusted with Zhao Yan and Xue Ning'er, and of course they are also a little curious why Zhao Yan came here? In fact, these ladies close to the bridge are mainly to appreciate the elegant posture of the scholars opposite, and even when they meet someone who falls in love at first sight, they may also invite the elders in the family to take the initiative to propose marriage, which can be said to be another form of "catching a son-in-law under the list".

Of course, not all the aristocratic women who participated in the West Garden Gathering came for those scholars, and some of them came to get together with a few good sisters, and all the ladies in this part were in the middle part of the bamboo forest, such as the girls that Zhao Yan saw when he walked through the bamboo forest just now.

On a gravel path in the bamboo forest, a girl in a pink skirt ran over panting, rushed into the pavilion at the end of the trail and shouted, "Ouyang...... Sister Ouyang, that Zhao Yan actually wants to cross the bridge to go to Shizi's side, and now many people have gone to see the excitement, let's go too! ”

When several girls in the pavilion heard this, they all stood up in surprise, but the girl in the middle who was writing with a brush in her hand snorted coldly and said, "What's so beautiful about Zhao Yan's kind of gentleman?" ”

The girl who wrote was the granddaughter of Ouyang Xiu who had been discussed by Zhao Yan and Cao Song before, and her name was Ouyang Wanling, because of the rumors outside, her innocence was damaged, so what she hated the most was Zhao Yan, and when she saw Zhao Yan and a woman like Xue Ning'er walking together just now, she wanted to kill each other to relieve the hatred in her heart.

The girls in the pavilion are all good sisters of Ouyang Wanling, seeing that she is reluctant to go, it is not good for everyone to leave her to see the excitement, but the pink-clothed girl who ran over said with a smile after taking a breath: "Sister Ouyang, don't you dislike Zhao Yan the most, do you want to be the kind of person Zhao Yan, if you go to the scholar's side, you will definitely be ridiculed, and even make a fool of yourself, don't you want to see Zhao Yan's ugly appearance?" ”

Hearing this girl's words, Ouyang Wanling was also stunned, and after hesitating for a moment, she finally put down the pen in her hand and said, "It's okay, I want to take a look, what good things will a person like Zhao Yan do when he goes over there?" ”

Seeing Ouyang Wanling agree, the other girls also showed happy expressions, after all, women are born gossip animals, and when they encounter this kind of interesting thing, they naturally want to take a look at it with their own eyes. Among them, the girl in pink grabbed Ouyang Wanling and hurriedly walked towards the small bridge.

Zhao Yan also saw that the men and women on both sides of the creek were looking at him at this time, but he looked as usual, and after reciting the bridge poem given to him by Xue Ning'er, he finally walked to the bridge in the eyes of everyone, and at the same time recited loudly in his mouth: "A trace of rain passes through the wet autumn light, and the folding fan is cold at the beginning." The fog shadow is thin with the mountain shadow, and the sound of the stinger is partial to the leakage of the long. ”

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