In the light rain and morning light, the first leaves are smelled.

The fog is sprinkled on the ground, and the wind whirls against the clouds.

After the moonlit night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, a light rain descended on the world with sobriety.

The street scenery of Chang'an is picturesque, and the half-burning lights in front of every house are like stars grabbing the tail of the night, burning the last stubbornness.

The streets of Chang'an are cool, and the hearts of the people of Chang'an are boiling.

As in previous years, the morning market ushered in a boom, and the hazy liquor shops and tea stalls gathered the earliest group of idlers in Chang'an City.

After the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival, the wine shops and tea stalls are always lively, and everyone gathers to talk about what they saw and heard last night, which is the same every year, and it has never changed.

What I saw and heard last night was nothing more than girls and poems.

Today, people are still talking about it, which seems to be the same as in previous years, but there are differences.

When friends meet, the first thing they say always is: "When is the bright moon?" ”

The respondent will always laugh implicitly and reply: "Ask the wine to the sky." ”

Then friends inevitably laugh at each other, shake their heads, and make up for the etiquette that should be seen when meeting in the world.

This sentence "When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky" has become the joint language of the people of Chang'an overnight, if anyone can't answer, they will definitely be ridiculed.

Good poems are often available, but amazing works are not often found.

As for what kind of work can be called a stunning work, there are different opinions before.

But after the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival, the world reached a consensus.

This sentence "when will the bright moon exist" is the answer in the hearts of the world.

Since the establishment of the Tang Dynasty, there has never been a poem that has been so uniformly recognized by the world, whether it is a scholar or a poor man, whether it is a son or a young lady, whether it is an official or a trader, whether it is a rich family or a poor person, hearing the last sentence "I wish people a long time, thousands of miles together", will always show a shocked and transparent expression.

At the Lantern Festival, the performance in Dongshi is just a small scene of the entire Lantern Festival, where countless literati and artists splash ink and write their hearts under the interweaving of lights on a moonlit night. There are too many talented people in the world, and they left countless gorgeous chapters last night.

But they were just born at the wrong time, and on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, they encountered a song "When is the bright moon", and they reluctantly became the foil of many stars in the sky.

There was only one word and one person in the discussion after this year's Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival.

Youzhou Bai Song, who is it? Under whom? Where do you live now? How old are you now? What does it look like? Is it married?

A word, a person, rolled up a gust of poetry, swept Chang'an, spread in the Tang Dynasty, Bai Song never dreamed that the little mark he left on the desk, would be praised by the mouth of the little girl, let alone that a word made the Tang Dynasty style more prosperous and accelerated the historical process.

The history that he was unwilling to change had quietly changed since he wrote "when will the bright moon be" in the long river of history.

There was a storm brewing in the air that could sweep the world, but the person in the prison was still unaware.

Bai Song recuperated overnight, carefully adjusted his breathing, and tried to keep his physical condition at its best.

Because he wants to plan for the worst, if the current emperor really wants to implicate innocent people because of a poem and is ready to execute a group of them, then he will not sit still no matter what.

It's a big deal to get out of Chang'an, and from then on, wandering the world and finding a seclusion in the mountains and old forests is not a bad life.

There was movement at the door of the interrogation room, and the three main culprits cheered up.

It was Lord Liu and Lu Xiaochen who came.

Both of them were silent, standing outside the cell, and one of the jailers with them brought good wine and food.

The food of the three of them in the criminal department was not bad.

I thought that last night's wine and food were guillotine wine, but I didn't expect such a sumptuous thing to be delivered early this morning.

All three of them were a little strange.

Bai Song looked at Lord Liu and asked seriously: "My lord, whether we are dead or alive, can we give a quasi-letter." ”

Lord Liu sighed: "Hey, you guys hurry up and eat." These drinks and dishes are served to you privately by the Governor. As for whether you are dead or alive, it depends on the meaning of the adults and the emperor, and the adults and the emperor are still waiting for the people's wishes. ”

……

At that time, Li Shimin woke up.

The palace maids and eunuchs crowded around and served, as in the past.

Li Shimin yawned, glanced at his father-in-law Liu, and asked, "That old guy is still guarding outside?" ”

"Back to the emperor, here."

"Really just waited a night?"

"Lord Yu stayed outside all night and didn't move."

"Huh! This old bone doesn't know how to back down until he dies! ”

"Now ......"

"That's it, he's been waiting for so long, let him wait a while, and call the eldest grandson Wuji to me."

In the Zichen Palace, the eldest grandson Wuji hurried over, entered through the small door of the apse, and saw Li Shimin, who had just finished dressing, and quickly knelt down: "See the emperor." ”

"Okay, tell me what that old thing told you?"

"Back to the emperor, Lord Yu wanted the minister to intercede for Lu Yao, Lord Yu said that Lu Yao is still a child, and those of us who are elders should give the child more opportunities."

Li Shimin was rinsing his mouth, spit out the water disdainfully, and said coldly: "A group of sour and rotten literati, think that those who know a few sentences also know how to govern the country? Cheng Tian has a compassionate attitude, pointing fingers at the world, thinking that he is a talented person, but in my opinion, he is just a mediocre talent! ”

"After all, Lord Yu is an old minister, and it is normal for his thoughts to be pedantic, it is rare for Lord Yu to be so concerned about a young junior, why doesn't the emperor be a good ......"

Li Shimin's eyes widened, and he raised his hand and nodded at Eldest Sun Wuji.

The eldest grandson Wuji hurriedly stopped his mouth and changed the topic: "Lord Yu also said that if the emperor is determined to punish the crime, he hopes to kill only Lu Yao and not harm the innocent." According to the minister's opinion, it is also commendable that Lord Yu has such a good heart. ”

"Oh? How could this old thing be so kind? It seems that people are about to die, and their hearts have become softer. Li Shimin shook his head, "That's it, look at what is circulating in Chang'an City?" If there is no wave in the market, let those people go, and if there is a lot of discussion about that word, then kill Lu Yao, who wrote the lyrics, and let the others leave. ”

"The emperor is wise!" The eldest grandson Wuji threw his hand loudly, and then took out a piece of paper from his sleeve with a smile, "The minister has something, please take a look at it." ”

Li Shimin frowned slightly, and asked curiously, "What is so mysterious?" ”

This is the most widely circulated word among the people after the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival, a song that the world has never seen before. This water tune song is far more than that of Lu Yao, everyone in Chang'an City has circulated and discussed, and the ministers have also seen it, it is really a miracle that has not been encountered in a hundred years! If there are words written in front, Lu Yao's work will inevitably be ignored, and the emperor does not have to worry about disrupting the deployment of the Turks because of a poem. ”

"A masterpiece that has not been seen in a century? Lord Eldest Sun, this is an exaggeration, right? I see you're here to be the lobbyist of that old thing today, and you said it so well, didn't you want me to be light? ”

Li Shimin said, a little unconvinced, opened the paper, read the poem and read it slowly.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, I don't know ......"

Reading the lyrics, Li Shimin gradually became serious, from the initial disdain to surprise, and then to shock and disbelief.

After just half a minute, Li Shimin read the last sentence.

"I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles......"

Li Shimin closed the paper again, and the people were thinking and pacing in the hall, and they were a little bright.

"Good! All right! What I have seen in my life, it is difficult to have a song comparable to it, I didn't expect that there are such talented people in the Tang Dynasty? ”

Li Shimin thought about it again, and asked Zhengse: "Who is the lyricist?" ”

"Youzhou Bai Song."

"Youzhou Bai Song?"

"A young man who went to Beijing to study is a rare talent." The eldest grandson Wuji sighed.

"Youzhou Bai Song?" Li Shimin was still muttering, feeling that this name sounded so familiar?

After thinking about it for a long time, Li Shimin suddenly realized: "I remembered!" That white curly! Also a student of that old fellow! ”

The eldest grandson Wuji was also quite surprised, he didn't know much about the news about the lyricist, after all, it was also an overnight thing, and he didn't figure out how the lyrics came out, how to understand the lyricist?

Unexpectedly, the lyricist was also a student of Yu Shinan?

First there was a Lu Yao, and now there is a Bai Song!

"This year, Yu Shinan's protégé is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger!"

Li Shimin thought for a while: "Spread my message, and declare the Song Dynasty to see you." ”