Longevity Fang, Yan House.

The willow tree in the courtyard has grown new leaves, swaying with the wind, and Yan Jiaerlang is sitting upright under the tree and studying carefully.

A colored ball rolled over the corridor, and two maidservants chased the girl in a colorful skirt, and laughter was heard.

In the main room, Wei Yun came in with a servant woman with hot water, and Yan Zhenqing was already asleep sitting on the stool.

"Lang Jun stayed up all night last night, let's rest early later."

Yan Zhenqing opened her eyes, soaked her feet, raised her hand to let Wei Yun sit down, called her small words, and said with a smile: "Xian Niang doesn't have to be busy, I am fortunate to marry you." ”

The husband and wife gossiped casually, and accidentally mentioned the murder that happened across the street not long ago.

"The young man who is not the weak crown, someone actually killed the killer."

"Killers? In fact, it only cracked the sleeves, and that kid was just a trick. ”

While talking, a colored ball jumped over the threshold, Yan Yan followed the trot in, did not mess around, did a good job, squeezed to Wei Yun and sat down, laughed a few words, and listened to her parents chatting honestly.

"The case that happened on the edge of the Yabian in Chang'an County, how can I hide it." Yan Zhenqing said: "The person is okay, but the blood is spilled all over the ground." I've seen it myself, and it's chicken blood, not human blood. ”

Wei Yun was surprised and asked, "Why is this so?" ”

"Presumably he offended Giwin and saved himself." Yan Zhenqing sighed: "This cool official has been rampant for many years, and this time it was planted in the hands of this little fox." ”

"If Lang Jun can see it, if the others can also see it, what if Xue Bai is good?"

"It's done so roughly, it can be seen that he is not afraid of anyone who cares about it. It is nothing more than to use this incident to show that Mrs. Qiu Guo will stand up for him and make those who want to harm him worry. ”

Wei Yun sighed when she heard this, and said, "At a young age, there are many people who want to harm him? ”

Yan Zhenqing thought about the situation in the court in the past two years, smiled slightly bitterly, and said, "Get rid of Ji Wen and save Li Beihaigong." ”

This is the news revealed to him by Jia Jilin, the commander of Chang'an County, saying that after Ji Wen is reinstated, he plans to continue the unfinished case and bite Li Yong, the Taishou of Beihai.

are all calligraphers in the world, Yan Zhenqing wrote a letter to remind Li Yong to be on guard.

"Grandpa."

Yan Yan sat there and listened, and everyone around her could understand it, but she was a little puzzled and asked, "Why does Mrs. Qiu Guo protect that cheeky little fox?" ”

"There must be some reason." Yan Zhenqing skipped this topic lightly and said, "In the future, I will have less contact with that kid, and don't accept any more gifts from him." ”

Wei Yun responded: "It's the concubine's negligence, thinking it's just a box of pastries." ”

Yan Yan had clearly reminded that the box of pastries was not cheap before, but at this time, she smiled and said, "But it's delicious." ”

Yan Zhenqing couldn't help but smile on her face, knowing that this daughter was smart and painful at a young age, but her body was weak, which made him happy, but he would inevitably have worries.

~~

The next day, when he arrived at the county office, Yan Zhenqing had handled several official duties, and when he caught a glimpse of a notebook pressed under the paperwork, he remembered that he had forgotten to give it to Xue Bai that day.

That kid has been in the Guozijian recently, so he must have been busy......

"Qingchen."

"The prefectural order is here."

Yan Zhenqing looked up and saw a red official robe, it was Chang'an County Ling Jia Jilin who paced into the public house.

Jia Jilin is the champion of the twenty-third year of Kaiyuan, and was caught by the list and married the daughter of Jingzhao Hugefu, Tian, and later attached to Li Linfu, and rose to the top, and the official was appointed as the county commander of Jingxian County during the 12 years, which can be described as extremely smooth.

It's a pity that such a complete life also has sorrows, he is over forty years old, but he has no sons and half daughters under his knees. Ask God to ask the Buddha, the Tao is to do many evil things in life, and you need to have good deeds.

Because of this, Jia Ji has been doing good deeds in secret in the future, for example, this time he secretly asked Yan Zhenqing to remind Li Yong.

"Qingchen looks at me like this again, but I can't help it. Xiao Jingyin urged again, and the rent arrears of dozens of families in the south of the city were ......"

"If they do, they will be ruined."

Jia Jilin waved his hand and didn't talk more.

He is now very less interested in promotion, and since he has come to urge him, he is too lazy to talk about this kind of troublesome matter, so he sat down and chatted with Yan Zhenqing.

"By the way, I haven't congratulated Qingchen for accepting a good disciple and giving him another famous poem."

"Disciple?"

"Qingchen still wants to hide it from me? Recently, even Chang'an children can also read the sentence 'leaving the grass on the plain', which is catchy. ”

Jia Jilin, as the champion, admired this poem very much, and couldn't help nodding and praising it, but at the end he mentioned a small thing, saying: "Only he doesn't write very well, if he didn't say it specifically, who would have thought that he was your disciple?" ”

Yan Zhenqing immediately crossed his hands and saluted, explaining: "The county order has misunderstood, he is not my disciple. ”

Jia Jilin was originally just chatting, but when he saw him suddenly so solemn, he was slightly stunned and reacted, waving his hand to comfort him.

"Qingchen is worried about damaging your reputation? Don't care, many people in Guozijian have said that Xue Bai made such a poem but was not good at calligraphy, it must be due to his talent, and it has nothing to do with the teachings of Qing Chen......"

~~

Guozijian, Taixue Hall.

"The grandson of the five temples, the ancestral temple has not been destroyed, although it is a common man, the crown, the wife must be sued, the death must go, and the relatives will not be forgotten. The relatives are not exhausted and listed in the common people, and they are cheap and incompetent. The way of friendship is also ......"

Zheng Qian held the scroll in his hand and was talking about "The Book of Rites: The Prince of Wen".

Du Wulang yawned loudly, tears were squeezed out of the corners of his eyes, and suddenly, his ears moved, and he looked at Yang Xuan, who was sitting in front of him, was bowing his head and playing with crickets.

Among the four schools in Guozijian, most of the students in the Guozijian Hall are the children of high-ranking officials above the third grade, and the Taixue Hall is the children of officials above the fifth grade. Although Yang Xuan's father Yang Zhao has not reached the fifth grade, his means are extraordinary, and he has already sent Yang Xuan in.

As for him and Xue Bai, it is naturally because of filial piety...... Thinking of this, Du Goro was amused by himself.

After looking around, there were few people listening carefully, only Xue Bai was still sitting upright, and it was quite difficult to follow Zheng Qian to read the content.

Du Wulang glanced over and saw that his book was full of strange symbols, so he asked in a low voice, "Did you break the sentence?" ”

Xue Bai nodded.

"I studied the Book of Rites at home, but I didn't expect that many people in this country are not as good as me. If this continues, how can the disciples compare with the township tributes from various states and counties...... Ouch. ”

Du Wulang was still muttering quietly, and the back of his head had been hit by a ring ruler.

Zheng Qianbo walked past him with Eguan, still reciting in his mouth, and the ring ruler in his hand had been raised again, and it hit the back of Yang Xuan's hand with a "snap".

The little cricket fell to the table, and the whiskers jumped out of sight.

Yang Xuan was so painful that he didn't know which hand to touch the other hand, and he couldn't wait to shout, "A-Niang, he hit me!" ”

Zheng Qian had already gone around to the other side.

Du Wulang didn't dare to move anymore, listened to the boring article, yawned a few times, buried his head lower and lower, and finally fell asleep.

"Suitable for the east order, the release is laid in the first old, and then the seats of the three old and five more old people are set up......"

I slept soundly, and when I woke up, my saliva was dry.

Turning his head to look, the slanting sun sprinkled from the west window onto Xue Bai's straight figure, he frowned, and he was still struggling to learn. Yang Xuan also fell asleep, still snoring.

A bell rang, and Zheng Qian closed the scroll.

The sentient beings stood up and bowed, and the tedious day was finally coming to an end.

"It's still too late before the dusk drum, let's ride to Fengwei Building for dinner." Du Wulang pulled Xue Bai over, "If you let me eat the food of the Guozijian again, I really ......"

Yang Xuan was still messing with people, turned around when he heard the words, and said, "Xue Bai, I heard from my aunt that you are good friends with my grandfather." Then you will follow me, call me 'Qu Shuai', and now you can take me to Fengwei Lou together." ”

Qu Shuai is the name of the scoundrel leader, but Yang Xuan means to accept Xue Bai as his younger brother.

Xue Bai smiled and said, "I still have to go and ask the doctor for advice, why don't you go together?" ”

Yang Xuan scoffed at this kind of thing, sneered and walked away, leaving a word of daughterhood.

"Smart people are waiting for grandpa yin officials, who still reads?"

"Alas, the apprentices will really be inferior to the Xianggong." Du Wulang sighed, "Since you got rid of this fool, let's go." ”

"I'm going to ask the doctor for advice."

"Actually, if you have any questions, you can ask me, I have learned the scriptures quite well."

Du Wulang was reluctant, but he still went to the public house with Xue Bai, and saw several old-fashioned priests and doctors from a distance, which made people very uncomfortable.

"I'm waiting for you."

"Okay."

After waiting for a while, the students next to him had already gone to eat, and a group of literati walked out of the public house chatting and laughing.

Xue Bai was also among them, beckoning to Du Wulang.

"Let's go and drink with the gentlemen."

"What?"

"Du Zimei is here." Xue Bai said, "Go and pick him up." ”

"Du Fu?"

"Not bad."

Du Wulang counted his fingers and said, "Although it is a distant branch, if you count the seniority, he is one generation higher than my grandfather, and two generations higher than me." ”

"Let's go."

"Why are we going?"

Xue Bai said as a matter of course: "Make friends and admire poets." Besides, this year's spring, we should take a good look at it for the coming year. ”

"You don't think they're doctors, we're ......"

Du Wulang was halfway through speaking, and hurriedly followed Xue Bai.

Together with the gentlemen, they walked out of the gate and went directly into a restaurant across the street.

The backyard of this restaurant is a hostel, full of people who went to Beijing to take the exam, and it was very lively.

Zheng Qian had a great face, and as soon as he entered the hall, the scholar immediately took the initiative to give them a table.

"Mrs. Zheng is here, let's squeeze and come out of the table."

"Haha." Zheng Qian laughed and said: "Today, no matter how old the master and apprentice are, they are all New Year's friends!" ”

The Tang people's boldness, freedom and informality are only vividly displayed at this time.

Everyone sat down in the lobby, and Du Wulang raised his eyes to look at these high-ranking officials and celebrities of his grandfather's age, only to feel uncomfortable, and the big strand was like a nail.

Fortunately, Zheng Qian and Su Yuanming are not as majestic and old-fashioned as when they were in the school, but they are very bold, and whenever a friend comes in, he will be introduced with a smile.

"The second mountain is here, these two are the old man's little friends, Xue Bai who dares to mess together in front of the emperor, and Du Cheng, the boy of the Du family."

"The gentlemen are polite, Yuan Jie, Zici Mountain, Henan Fu Township Gong."

Greeting each other, Yuan Jie was twenty-eight years old at the time, tall, dignified, clear-eyed, and with a confident and high-spirited air between his gestures, he was obviously a person who was both civil and military.

Su Yuanming admired this young man very much, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Today is still Gongsheng, and after the spring festival, he will be the pillar of the country." ”

Zheng Qian commented: "With the talent of Cishan, it is too late to enter the department today. ”

"Zheng Gong praised it."

"Where's Zimei? Didn't come with you? ”

"It's right in the back." Yuan Jie said with a smile: "He thinks the wine in the restaurant is expensive, so he has to go and sell the wine himself." ”

"Zheng Taixue and Su Siye, I haven't seen each other for many years!"

Suddenly, a loud laugh was heard, and everyone turned their heads to look, and a middle-aged man in a coarse cloth robe walked into the store.

"The last time I saw Su Siye was when we traveled to Yanzhou together ten years ago. And taste the turbid wine I sell on the street, people live in the world, if they are only willing to drink fine wine, it will be too tasteless. ”

"The east county tends to the court, and the south building is at the beginning." Su Yuanming laughed and said, "Du Zimei, if you want to save money, you can say it bluntly." ”

“……”

Xue Bai looked at it, but felt that the Du Fu in front of him was completely different from the worried and depressed image in his impression.

This middle-aged man is about thirty-five years old, although he is wearing cloth clothes, but his personality is majestic, and the first feeling he gives people is ...... Mad.

Two worn-out wine sacs full of wine were thrown on the table, which looked quite shabby compared to the fine porcelain of the Kangjia Restaurant.

Du Fu had two large patches sewn on his sleeves, but he should have been rich, with a deer belt around his waist and a small bag embroidered with gold thread hanging on it, which showed that the material was very good, but they were very old.

The small bag was bulging, as if a brush was stuffed inside.

Du Fu didn't care about these at all, he smiled and sat down in a crowd of brocade robes, his demeanor was calm, and even arrogant, he was proud of his talent and learning, and he didn't think that any external objects could hide his own brilliance.

"Come, introduce you to a poetry prodigy, and a child of your clan......"

Seeing the ceremony, Su Yuanming read several poems by Xue Bai.

Du Fu immediately came to Shixing, got up straight, beckoned the store to ask for a paper inkstone, and said: "Fang entered Chang'an to meet such a good article, and I also have a poem for Xue Xiaolang." ”

When the words fell, the store just sent a paper inkstone, and Du Fu took out a small pen that was a little bald and pinched the sheep's hair on it.

The sheep's bald pen is swaying, in one go, the pen falls, and the poem has been completed.

"Wuwa sweat and blood, the unicorn in the sky."

"Talented people are beautiful, and the study is heard."

"Dihua is sunny and rainy, and it is appropriate to serve in early spring."

"Friends and Friends Day Party, the old man knows now."

Everyone looked at it, and Du Wulang couldn't help but praise "Good poetry!" ”

Zheng Qian said: "Compared with the poems next to Zimei, they can only be regarded as average. ”

Xue Bai has also been learning poetry recently, and he can feel this talent for writing poetry without thinking, so he thanked him solemnly and said: "I am only a shallow learner, and I can't match Du Gong's poems, so I only thought of a fragment of a sentence, 'Li Du's poems are passed down by ten thousand mouths', and the princes laughed." ”

Du Wulang was embarrassed for Xue Bai when he heard this, thinking that this was too shallow.

Others didn't care whether the fragments or the whole poem were complete, Du Fu waved his hand and said, "I can't be compared with Brother Taibai." ”

"What a Du Zimei, you have always been arrogant, how can you be so humble today?"

"If you are a poet, you are not afraid to compare with others, but the fairy is unique!" Du Fu threw away the bald pen, rolled up his sleeves and sat down again, and said with a smile: "Do you know? I met Taibai in Luoyang three years ago, when Brother Duff was there. ”

"I have heard the psalms you have given each other, but I do not know the details, so tell me quickly."

“……”

The banquet was not as dull as Du Wulang originally thought, on the contrary, Du Fu talked about various experiences to paint a picture, first said that Tianbao traveled to Luoyang with Li Bai for three years, and then said that Tianbao traveled with Li Bai in Qilu for four years.

When it comes to the exchange of poems at parting, Du Fu becomes more and more meaningful, reciting the poems given by Li Baixiang, and his demeanor is somewhat similar to Guo Qianli.

"The autumn waves fall in Surabaya, and the sea is bright. The flying tents are far away, and they are all in the cup. ”

"Good!"

Everyone immediately raised their glasses and drank with their heads up.

Du Wulang was choked, and when he turned his head to look, Xue Bai's movements were dashing, and his expression was downcast, as if he was a high-roller in the wine market, but in fact, the cup in his hand was still full of glass.

"Gentlemen, we have all fallen for Zimei's plan." Yuan Jielang said with a smile: "He said Li Taibai, but he unknowingly persuaded a glass of wine." ”

The atmosphere immediately warmed up.

Du Fu also liked the song "Farewell to the Ancient Prairie", and seemed to see that Xue Baijiu had not finished drinking, so he directly raised another glass with him, and said with sincere joy: "In addition to Li Taibai, there is Xue Bai, the Tang Dynasty poetry is like this, grand!" ”

Yuan Jiewan said: "Chang'an Shengtu is also Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, fortunately, Xue Xiaolang did not take the exam today." ”

Du Fu raised his glass and drank it all, his arrogant attitude was fully displayed, and he said drunkly: "This subject is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and the head should be between you and me." ”

The surrounding township tributes looked at each other.

Xue Bai had been looking at Du Fu, first surprised by his madness, but suddenly realized.

Yes, it is this kind of Du Fu who can release that kind of wild words.

"In the past, on the boyhood day, I was a state guest in the morning. Read more than 10,000 volumes, and write like a god. Feed the male enemy, and the poem looks at the son to build a family. Li Yong asks for acquaintance, and Wang Han is willing to meet his neighbors. ”

Even Li Yong, the world-famous Beihai Taishou, heard that Du Fu was visiting Qilu, so he specially rushed to set up a banquet to entertain him.

With such talent, what is it if you are determined to take a shape?

"Zimei is drunk." Su Yuanming waved his hand and smiled at the people sitting around, "You don't have to mind. ”

"Hahaha, with Du Zimei's talent, as long as he has a head, who is not convinced?!"

Someone shouted like this, and everyone in the hall laughed and raised their glasses, and sure enough, no one dared not be convinced.

The lively atmosphere was then elevated.

Du Fu picked up the bald pen at some point and mentioned another poem.

……

Du Wulang drank a few glasses of wine and even forgot his identity as a student of Guozijian. It's a pity that Du Fu only gave Xue Bai a poem, but ignored him, a descendant of the Du family.

Looking at it in a hazy light, the poem on the wall was an old poem.

"It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance."

I'm sorry that the second chapter is going to be late today, Du Fu is not easy to write, I changed it a few times, and finally chose this style......