Li Chengren intended to make friends with Xuzhu, so he leaned over and talked to Xuzhu, to be precise, this is a good opportunity to meet celebrities.

Li Xinghe was bored and drank the sake in front of the table, which was sweet in his throat, but it was a little fruity, so he couldn't help but drink a few more glasses.

On the other side, he has already begun to meet friends with poetry, and Li Jingchen, who is a young genius, is naturally regarded as a guest by everyone, and this opening poem is naturally started by him.

The young man's timbre is pure, his voice is just like flowing water hitting a stone, clear and graceful, I didn't expect this gentleman's voice to be very good. Li Xinghe lazily supported his chin with his left hand, and tapped the table with his right index finger.

"Maoyuan City is picturesque, and the gate tiles are flowing. Also according to the water light hall, more Yuehua Building. ”

Local materials, it seems that it is not so gold-worshipping on the surface, people can't look good, there is still some ink in this belly. Li Xinghe thought to himself and drank another full glass of sake.

Li Chengde on the side was busy dealing with the friendship of those literati and ink writers, and Mu Yaoyao also listened to the poems written by the literati with relish, and he didn't care about taking care of Li Xinghe for a while.

The girl was dressed in white, her cheeks were pink, she was slightly drunk, her eyes were misty, and her lips were moist, as if she was tempting him to kiss Fangze, but she was really a goblin.

In this situation, Li Jingchen couldn't help but tease her, and as soon as his brocade sleeves were raised, he laughed,

"I heard that the eldest princess played a song of spring river flowers and moonlight at the night banquet, and I think that the attainment of this poetry and song is also quite high. Now that I am at the height of Yuehua Tower, I asked His Royal Highness to compose a poem on the theme of ascending, and let me wait to admire His Royal Highness's poetry. ”

Everyone's eyes suddenly returned to Li Xinghe's body, and Li Chengde saw that she was a little drunk and shook her arm lightly, but fortunately, she didn't drink too much, and she was a little sober all of a sudden.

This person is on a bar with himself, right, and ascending, why don't you ascend to Bliss, she was blind and praised him for his good voice just now, Li Xinghe thought to himself.

It just so happened that Shi Ying also came back with a cloak at this time, but after seeing Li Xinghe, he looked around and stopped talking, so he should wait until he returned to Chongming Hall to inform His Highness about Fang Cai.

"Shi Ying go get some pen and ink rice paper." Li Xinghe said.

As for this poem, she really can't write it, but she can write it silently.

Li Jingchen saw that Li Xinghe's posture was really writing a poem, and originally wanted to joke with her when he saw her drunk and provocative, but he didn't expect this little girl to take it seriously.

Tianlan is heavy on martial arts and light on literature, even the children of the royal family do not teach some poetry and songs, but this imperial archery technique is more sophisticated, he is curious about what Li Xinghe can write.

Li Jun just had the idea of stopping it, after all, it was clear how many catties and taels his daughter had, and it would be the entire Tianlan royal family that would be embarrassed at that time, Su Jinxiu on the side persuaded,

"Since Your Highness can win the applause of the whole house with an ancient song at the night banquet, why can't Your Majesty believe that she has won the first place in this poetry meeting."

Li Jun still swallowed the words in his mouth, not really believing that Li Xinghe could do this, but he didn't want to save Su Jinxiu's face.

This calligraphy is really a little difficult to write, but fortunately, I was bored before and practiced a few pages of calligraphy, and I shouldn't be able to see it when I carefully click on the pen, Li Xinghe thought to himself.

Li Xinghe drank all the wine in front of the table, swiped his pen and ink, and improvised a song to ascend the heights.

Shi Ying presented the rice paper to everyone, Li Jingchen took it casually, and read it aloud,

"The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back. The boundless falling trees are falling, and the Yangtze River is rolling. He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years. Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring down a new turbid wine glass. ”

The more I read, the more I felt that this poem was extraordinary, and for a while there was only the sound of shocking eulogies in the hall, and everyone was even more bated and concentrated, unwilling to miss half a word.

Li Jun was also attracted by this poem, staring at the thin piece of rice paper in a daze, leaning forward, his eyes unblinking.

Everyone only lamented the artistic conception of the scenery in the first half of the poem, but few people paid attention to the sadness of the second half.

The people present are basically the children of some official eunuchs, and they have not experienced the helplessness of human suffering.

Xuzhu's thin fingers trembled slightly, and his cloudy eyes were a little clearer, how similar this mood and experience were to himself, this was the first half of his life.

When he was young, he was high-spirited and became an official and a citizen, but after middle age, he was poor and riddled with diseases. coincided with the great changes of Yuan Qi, and the battle for imperial power seemed to be exhausted.

After learning about Xuzhu's life experience from Mu Yaoyao's mouth, Li Xinghe couldn't help but think of Du Fu.

However, the only difference is that the virtual bamboo is a late bloomer, which can be regarded as a bittersweet one. Today, it happened to be the theme of ascending again, so she moved this poem up.

"Her Royal Highness the eldest princess is pampered in the palace, how could she write such a frustrated poem?"

The boy in a fancy costume in the southwest corner was a little puzzled and couldn't help asking.

"This is a tribute to Mr. Xuzhu in this palace, and the perspective and emotion are naturally from Mr.'s point of view." Li Xinghe explained.

Xuzhu crutches the head of the bird made of golden silk nanmu, step by step to the front of Li Jingchen, read the poems on the rice paper carefully, and shouted "Confidant".

Li Xinghe was also a little embarrassed, after all, this poem was indeed not written by her, if Xuzhu could meet Du Fu, I am afraid that it would derive feelings of sympathy.

Xuzhu seemed to remember the experience of the first half of his life, and he was a little difficult to let go for a while, so he left the table early. Fortunately, Li Jun didn't care too much, so he agreed to Xuzhu's request.

Li Xinghe sat back in his original seat, but he felt more dizzy. Shaking the empty gin jug in front of him, he was a little helpless, the stamina of this wine is really not small.

Go out to blow the wind with the intention of drinking, choose a gazebo to stay, but it will not live up to this wind and snow.

The poetry club is still hot, young talents gather together, you come and go, meet friends with poetry, no one notices Li Xinghe, who has quietly left the table.

Li Xinghe, who sneaked out, took a deep breath of the fresh air outside, his eyes were a little confused and sloppy, his steps staggered, and he walked along a few peach trees to the corner of the imperial garden.

I'm so dizzy, I won't dare to drink it like this next time, but this wine is really delicious, Li Xinghe thought to himself. But his body was already paralyzed, so he leaned on the trunk of the peach tree and half lay down.

After a while, sleepiness hit, Li Xinghe yawned and fell asleep.

The breeze is blowing, the peach blossoms are raining, the ground is the seat, and the flowers are the quilt.

Rong Cheng stood at the highest point of the imperial city, but his eyes couldn't help but be attracted by the woman who came out of Yuehua Tower.

I saw that the woman was dressed in white, and her head was only pinned with a golden hairpin, and there was no superfluous headdress, which was a little incompatible with the wealth and luxury of this imperial city.