Seeing this situation, Murong Fu didn't bother him: "Brother Zhao, lyrics are really not good at the next level, it is better to write a poem casually on the spot, and I hope that Brother Zhao will taste it on his behalf." ”

To be honest, Murong Fu remembered too few words and chapters of his predecessors, but he remembered a lot of catchy poems, which could be used to fool around.

In fact, with his literary background, he can also make a few original poems on the spot, but to suppress this talent, I am afraid that he will not have that ability, so he can only learn from the famous works of his predecessors in the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Murong Fu got up and looked at a calligraphy and painting in the hall, only to see that the painting was painted with blue graphite bamboo, with strong brushstrokes and tough bamboo branches, although it was not a famous work, it could be regarded as a rare masterpiece.

Looking at the calligraphy and paintings, Murong Fu pondered for a while, and then recited: "Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks; Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south. ”

This is an inscription poem, there are no obscure words, the language of the whole poem is popular and innovative, not only the reading of the scene is born, full of reason, the noble sentiment expressed implicitly also leaps into the poetry.

"'Thousands of blows are still strong, let the wind blow from east to west, north and south', the words are sonorous and powerful, very good, very wonderful!"

Li Gefei was honest all his life, never associated with those corrupt officials, it can be said that he really stood proudly like a green bamboo, and never followed the trend of the literati style, this poem is simply a supreme masterpiece for him, and he can't wait to mention it immediately on that calligraphy and painting, and since then it has been collected as an heirloom.

And Li Gefei was still like this, Zhao Mingcheng was even more dumbfounded, unable to speak for a long time.

Although this poem is not very stunning, with its easy-to-understand and catchy poetry, it is enough to be widely passed on to future generations, and this alone will make him lose.

Li Qingzhao was once again amazed by Murong Fu's talent, a pair of beautiful eyes flowed, looking at him with admiration, if it weren't for the presence of her father and outsiders, I was afraid that she would have already thrown herself into the other party's arms.

"Brother Zhao, it's ugly!"

Murong Fu only hated that he didn't have a folding fan in his hand, otherwise he would be even more compelled at this moment.

Zhao Mingcheng suddenly felt frustrated, and he arched his hand and was about to leave.

However, as soon as he took a few steps, he seemed to think of something, stopped again, and said to Li Qingzhao: "Miss Li, tonight, a group of talented and beautiful women in Kyoto will hold a poetry party on the painting boat of Jinshui River, and I sincerely invite Miss Li to participate!" ”

Li Qing glanced at Murong Fu and said lightly: "It depends on the situation!" ”

If Murong Fu wasn't there, she would definitely participate in this poetry meeting and communicate with a group of talented and beautiful people, but with Murong Fu accompanying her, she would only like to enjoy the joy of fish and water.

Zhao Mingcheng knew that Li Qingzhao was going to accompany Murong Fu, so he left with a lot of discomfort in his heart.

As soon as Zhao Mingcheng left, Li Qingzhao affectionately grabbed Murong Fu's arm and asked, "Fulang, do you want to go at night?" ”

Murong Fu saw that she was a little moved, hesitated, nodded and said, "If you have nothing to do, then go and have a look!" ”

In fact, he was not a literati, and he really didn't have much interest in poetry, but when he saw that Li Qingzhao wanted to go, he reluctantly agreed.

Sure enough, after hearing his words, Li Qingzhao's eyes brightened a little.

After agreeing on the wedding date with Li Qingzhao, Li Gefei also had a lot of things to deal with in advance, so he didn't accompany the two of them and went to get busy.

Murong Fu and Li Qingzhao returned to her small courtyard, and their affection faded, and the time soon came to night.

Li Qingzhao was lying on Murong Fu's back a little coquettishly, and his body was so tired that he suddenly didn't want to go.

However, I thought that after marrying Murong Fu, I would go to Yanziwu and Peach Blossom Island with him to live, and I still wanted to participate in this hard-won poetry meeting before leaving.

After Li Qingzhao dressed up, the two left the Li Mansion.

Li Qingzhao deliberately dressed up tonight, wearing an emerald green placket waist-length skirt, a slender waist, and a ribbon to hold the ends of his hair, which was quite literati and elegant, and a bookish atmosphere like a lady came to his face.

No matter where they pass by, the combination of the two walking side by side will always attract the attention of passers-by, after all, handsome men and beautiful women are very attractive wherever they go, especially if they have a good temperament like Murong Fu and Li Qingzhao, the two stand together, just like a pair of beautiful people.

Since there is no curfew in Bianliang Kyoto, even at night, it is bustling with pedestrians.

You can even see many sedan chairs passing by, and the traffic is busy, which is really rich and prosperous.

Seeing Murong Fu looking at those sedan chairs, Li Qingzhao explained: "Those are the sedan chairs of the girls of the Qinglou, every time the literati gather, they like to invite those dusty women to sing and dance to help the fun, and cultivate their sentiments. ”

Originally, Murong Fu was afraid that Li Qingzhao would be tired of walking and wanted to rent a sedan chair to travel, but when she said this, he instantly dispelled his thoughts.

Watching the flowers all the way, the Jinshui River was farther than Murong Fu imagined, and it took more than an hour to arrive.

The Kanasui River is one of the four rivers in Kyoto, and because of its clear water quality, it is named "Jinshui", and because the source of the Jinshui River is far-reaching, it is combined with the Yongan Qinglong River, and is also called "Tianyuan".

Even the water source of Jinming Pond comes from this Jinshui River.

When Murong Fu and Li Qingzhao arrived, the shore was already full of small merchants and vendors, and there were countless boats and boats on the lake, and there were as many lanterns as the stars in the sky, which couldn't help but make Murong Fu think of a poem that was recited very much later.

Seeing that two people dressed as guards came over and asked Li Qingzhao's identity, after confirming, they wanted to invite her on the boat, and Murong Fu could board the ship together as an entourage.

When the two of them came to a small boat from the lake, the boatman rowed towards the largest boat in the middle of the river.

Li Qingzhao pulled Murong Fu to sit down and explained to him: "Those two should be Duanwang's guards just now, Duanwang is obsessed with literature, especially calligraphy and painting, almost every literati gathering has his figure, when he hears the words he likes, he will use calligraphy to copy them." ”

"Speaking of this Duanwang's calligraphy, that's really ......"

Seeing that Li Qingzhao admired this Duan King very much in his words, Murong Fu was not unfamiliar, after all, the decline and fall of the Northern Song Dynasty began with this person, and the thin gold body that was blown into the sky in later generations was not also invented by this Duan Wang, the future Emperor Huizong?

Thinking that as soon as Emperor Zhezong died half a year later, it was this hanging hair who succeeded to the throne, and Murong Fu wanted to laugh a little.

If there is such an emperor in the Great Song Dynasty, it will also have a natural advantage for him in the future.

Don't look at Emperor Zhezong's lust, but he at least advocates the outside world, not only captured Qingtang half a year ago, but also defeated the Western Xia army in the two battles of Pingxia City, if it weren't for the short life, Murong Fu would really have secretly given him some medicine.