Spring goes to autumn, swallows go to Yan returns, and a few years have passed.

Yu Youwei never dreamed that Wen Tingyun would stand in front of her alive again and call her Huilan. In the past few years, there has been a him in my dreams and memories, but after all, he is a phantom.

At first, I met him in a dream every night, asked him why he didn't want to reply a word, and when he woke up, he would always cry on his pillow. Later, she learned to grow up and learn to let go. I learned the communication in this Chang'an poetry club, and learned to drink wine and chant poetry. The number of times he appeared in his mind gradually decreased, and in the end, he only mentioned his name in the poetry meeting, and he would think about how this master was doing in Xiangyang.

Wen Tingyun never thought of returning to this old place and seeing the old people again. The best outcome for the two of them is probably that they are all right and don't disturb each other. But now that the new emperor has just been established, it is time to reform the structure of the court. Although Wen Tingyun was famous in poetry, he was excluded by many powerful people at the time because he was good at ridiculing the powerful and violated taboos many times. Now it is just an opportunity, he has to return to Chang'an for his career, and he has to face his apprentice again.

Yu Youwei looked at the vivid Wen Tingyun in front of her, even though she had let go of her emotional precipitation for several years, she still couldn't hold back her budding heart after all, and her heart couldn't help but twitch. She forced the mist around her eyes and squeezed out a smile that seemed normal.

"Master, you're back."

"Well, how are you doing?

Well, how could it be bad, so good that I have forgotten him.

After a brief inquiry, the two sat under the apricot tree in the courtyard as they did at the beginning, eating wine and admiring the moon. They talked to each other about their lives over the years, as if they were going to finish all the letters that had not been written all these years.

Since the day Wen Tingyun returned, when I saw Yu Youwei for the first time, I felt that today's Yu Youwei was no longer the immature yellow-haired girl she was when she left, and her appearance had become slim, bright and moving. Because the two get together from time to time, Wen Tingyun has seen many literati visit their homes with the excuse of exchanging poetry to see their faces. Since she was in the courtyard, Yu Youwei took advantage of this excuse to send them away one by one.

Today, the two of them drank until midnight, Yu Youwei was already drunk, holding her head with a fist, looking at Wen Tingyun who was drinking freely. His eyes were blurred by the erosion of alcohol, and Wu Si casually rested on his shoulders, which was charming.

What they have been talking about in the past few days has nothing to do with Fengyue, but just the meaning of the words and the scenery of Xiangyang. Sometimes Wen Tingyun used the strength of wine to talk about the political situation of the court one by one, which was very depressed.

Yu Youwei listened to the master's indignation, and felt no sympathy, but actually gave birth to a little envy. I envy that as a man, I can enter the court as an official and talk about the political affairs of the world. And as a woman, even if she has talent and ambition, she can only be confined to the deep boudoir. Even though there was a precedent for women to be officials in the current dynasty, such an identity like himself was beyond the reach of nothing. I can't help but feel a sense of loss in my heart.

Wen Tingyun put down the wine glass in his hand, "Three days later, I will go to Chongzhen Temple in the south of the city, can Huilan want to go with me?" ”

Yu Youwei tried her best to straighten her body that was shaking due to drunkenness, "It just so happened that I had nothing to do that day, and it was boring to be trapped in the courtyard, so it was better to take a tour with the master to increase my knowledge." ”

The two agreed on the matter, and 3 days later, Wen Tingyun drove a carriage to pick up Yu Youwei, and immediately ran to Chongzhenguan in the south of the city.

It coincides with the spring of March, the willows are still around, and the spring in the south of the city is even more prosperous in the city. The two of them recited poems in the car about the scenery on the road, and when they talked about having fun, they looked at each other and smiled happily. After a while, the carriage arrived at Chongzhen Temple in the south of the city.

At this time, I happened to meet a group of new people who came to the soil to watch the tour. Yu Youwei just poked her head out of the carriage and watched a group of people gather around a wall of Chongzhenguan from a distance, feeling puzzled in her heart. So he bowed his head and asked Wen Tingyun, who had already gotten out of the carriage: "What are these people doing there?" ”

Wen Tingyun didn't pay attention when she got out of the car, and after listening to her question, she turned her head and squinted, and sure enough, she saw more than 20 people gathered not far away.

"Let's go and take a closer look."

Wen Tingyun helped Yu Youwei get off the horse, and after telling the coachman the time to go back and the place to wait, he walked in the direction of the group of people.

Yu Youwei looked more and more real, as if they were holding a pen and writing something on the wall. A few of them were laughing as if they were having fun writing it. The laughter was loud and clear. When Yu Youwei walked in and took a look, she found that there were freshly written poems on the wall, with mixed handwriting and different styles of poems, not like they were written by one person.

Just as Yu Youwei was carefully watching the poems on the wall, Wen Tingyun had already asked one of the people in the group to inquire clearly. Only then did I know that this is a group of new scholars of the imperial court, and recently they have nothing to do with this Chongzhen view to play, and when they swim here, they feel very deeply, and the poems are flourishing, and they are vying to leave poems on the wall.

After Wen Tingyun explained in detail to Yu Youwei, Yu Youwei looked at the poems on the wall with pride and ambition, and then looked at the people who wrote the poems one by one with pride and high spirits. Coupled with the master's high-minded talk in the past few days, the envy in my heart seems to burst out. She unconsciously picked up the pen on the ground and immediately wrote down the indignation on the wall.

The full moon of Yunfeng puts spring eyes, and the silver hook finger of the past is born;

Self-hatred covers up the verses, and raises his head to envy the middle of the list.

While the new scholars were talking to each other and exchanging poems, they suddenly watched a stunning woman in a red gauze skirt write this poem on the wall. Everyone stopped discussing and began to read the poem. The first two sentences have the momentum of being majestic and swallowing mountains and rivers, and the last two sentences express the envy of being a little daughter, even though she has talent and ambition, but she can't compete with men.

Yu Youwei put down the pen in her hand after writing, and suddenly heard applause from behind her. When I looked back at everyone, I was surprised. Then he smiled shyly at everyone and turned away with his master.

The smile couldn't help but make everyone lose their minds, and after reacting, they all discussed with each other whose woman this was. I don't know who said, "This is not the talented girl who passed on Chang'an, Yu Youwei!" ”

"The one next to her is her master Wen Tingyun?"

"Naturally, yes."

After this back and forth question and answer, everyone suddenly understood.

Wen Tingyun didn't know whether it was right or wrong to allow Yu Youwei to do this, but this move would definitely cause an uproar in Chang'an, but this disciple himself couldn't help it!

Sure enough, as Wen Tingyun expected, someone came to the door within a few days.