Chapter 153 Qingyue Poetry Society (II)

Li Qing'an walked around the mansion and finally found the plum garden where he entered the door. The weather was warm this year, and a snow-proud plum blossom bloomed in early spring. The flowers were blooming vigorously. The flowers were red and white, and the petals were moist and transparent, as if carved from amber or jade, with a bit of a pure and icy charm.

The Wei Mansion was very thoughtful and laid bluestone slabs among the plum trees, forming several secluded paths for viewing plums. There were guests who could see plums everywhere in the stone paths. Today, there were many guests in the Wei Mansion, some congratulated the birthday of the Wei family Sanniang, some came to attend the poetry club gathering, and more than a dozen famous poets.

Li Qingan enjoyed the fun with his hands behind his back, but after walking more than a dozen steps, a group of young men and women from the poetry club blocked their way. They all raised their heads and stared at the plum blossoms, thinking hard about the strokes of their coming.

Suddenly, someone laughed and said, "Yeah, I'm sober, I'm drunk, I'm exploring Lao Mei in the secluded path of Wei's mansion. What about these two sentences?"

"Not good! No good! It's too straightforward. Brother Changsun must use plum blossoms to express his feelings."

"Okay, I'll think about it again."

Everyone fell silent again, Li Qing'an smiled and did not disturb them. He looked at the colorful sea of ​​plum blossoms, and could not help but be poetic. He read 300 Tang poems well, and could not write poems, and could chant them. He reached out to a plum blossom, smelled the faint fragrance on the plum branches, but thought about the ancient poems about plum blossoms.

Lu You's Bu Suanzi is a good sentence, but that is a lyric. Ci is just a poem, and he cannot reach the elegant hall. Suddenly he remembered several good sentences he recited when he was a young man. He still remembered one and forgot who wrote it. He picked it up and shook his head and chanted: "In February, the east wind blows the snow and clears, and the Anxi Mountains are as green as watering. No one sees the Qiang pipe, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge."

He was extremely proud of his heart, and suddenly there was a burst of applause behind him, "What a poem!"

When I turned around, I saw two people standing not far behind me. In front was a man in his early thirties, with bright and vivid eyes. It was Cen Shen who I saw in the morning, and behind me was a middle-aged man in his forties. He looked haggard and dull, giving people an indescribable sense of desolation and desolation.

Cen Shen walked up and smiled and said, "I didn't expect General Li would write poems, but when he saw Mei Sishou, he missed the plum blossoms in Anxi?"

Li Qing'an felt ashamed. How could he write any poem? He made a slight change to this poem and forgot who the author was. If it were written by people in the early Tang Dynasty, he would have been very bad.

He waved his hand and smiled, "How dare I write a poem in front of Poet Cen? When will Judge Cen go to Beiting?"

Speaking of Cen Shen, he was his subordinate, so he was not too polite in front of Cen Shen. When Cen Shen heard that he called his official position, he hurriedly bowed: "I am waiting for the Ministry of War to transfer the order. When the Ministry of War comes down, I will prepare to go."

"Okay, we can go with you then."

Li Qing'an's eyes fell on the middle-aged man behind Cen Shen again, and smiled and said, "Judge Cen, who is this?"

"I'll introduce it to Li Jun!"

Cen Shen pulled the middle-aged man and smiled: "This is my friend, Long Biaowei Wang Changling."

"Oh! It turns out that you are Wang Changling. I have heard of Daming for a long time."

Li Qing'an was solemn and said, "When he was a child, he read his "Yellow sand and a hundred battles wear golden armor, and he will never return until he destroys Loulan." Unexpectedly, he would meet this poet in Wei's mansion.

Wang Changling had a straightforward personality and offended the powerful and powerful in the officialdom, which led to his repeated demotion. He was demoted to the remote Longbiao County as a county magistrate a few years ago. Li Bai also wrote a famous line "I send my sorrow and the bright moon, and follow you to the west of Yelang!" for this.

Half a year ago, he resigned from his humble position as Long Biaowei and returned to Beijing to look for opportunities. He entrusted many people, but because he resigned from his official position, he gave a bad review in the Ministry of Personnel. No one dared to use him, which made him hit walls everywhere and his life became increasingly difficult, so he could only rely on some old friends to support him.

Wang Changling was cold and was preparing to return to his hometown Bozhou to farm after the New Year. Today, Wei Huan's younger brother Wei Cang invited a famous Chang'an poet to appreciate plum blossoms, so Cen Shen brought him here too.

Wang Changling had already heard of Li Qing'an's name, so he quickly smiled and said, "General Li's battle in Qinghai is shocking the world and weeping ghosts and gods. I admire him very much. Today I will see me, and my third son is lucky to have a lifetime of honor."

Cen Shen next to him smiled and said, "A few days ago, my brother and I talked about Li Envoy, and my brother also wrote a poem for the envoy's Anxi scout camp to reap great ambitions."

When Li Qing'an heard that Wang Changling was actually writing poetry for his army, he couldn't help but be curious and hurriedly bowed and smiled: "I wish to listen to Mr. Wang's poems."

"After hearing about the general's feat, I wrote a poem to the general and the general's Anxi soldiers."

Wang Changling smiled slightly and chanted with his hands behind his back: "The desert is covered with dust and sunshine, and the red flag is half rolled out of the gate. The front army fought in Taohebei at night and has reported to capture Tuyuhun alive."

Li Qing'an was overjoyed. It turned out that this poem was written for himself. He bowed and bowed deeply and said, "Thank you for your reputation."

At this time, a family member in the distance was calling them back, and Cen Shen said, "It's better to send me to go with us!"

"I want to find someone who comes with me first and go later."

"Okay, let's go first."

Cen Shen and Wang Changling bowed their hands and went first. After walking a few steps, Cen Shen suddenly turned back and whispered to Li Qing'an: "Eunuch, Wang Changling is poor and has no way to find a job. Yesterday he said that I was going to Beiting, and he was too eager to be."

Li Qingan understood what he meant, and smiled and said, "Leave his address to me!"

Cen Shen was secretly happy and quickly took out a job application note from Wang Changling and handed it to Li Qing'an: "There is his address on it."

Li Qingan accepted it and asked again: "Who else is here today?"

"Brother Taibai may be coming too, Gao Shi is here too, but since he became Geshuhan's aide, it's a little different from before."

Cen Shen sighed, then thanked him again and walked quickly.

Unexpectedly, I met Wang Changling in the Wei Mansion. Li Qing'an had some expectations for this trip to the Wei Mansion. Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Changling, Wang Wei, Cen Shen, Gao Shi, and Wang Zhihuan, these are all famous poets of the same era. I wonder how many more can I meet today?

Li Qingan speeded up his pace. He was eager to find Dugu Mingzhu and said something to her so that she could not be anxious.

After turning a corner, Li Qingan arrived at the other end of the plum garden. In front of it was a "Ding" fork. A woman in a pink long skirt walked up from the other end. The plum blossoms covered her face. But seeing her plump and slim figure, the long skirt fluttered with a kind of beauty of heaven and national color, Li Qingan suddenly felt that she had seen this figure somewhere and was very familiar. When her thoughts changed, the woman had already walked out of the plum branches and turned out to be a pretty face that was beautiful compared to the plum blossoms.

"Dugu Mingyue!"

Li Qingan blurted out, and the person who came was Dugu Mingyue. When Mingyue turned around, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she calmed down again, and said lightly: "It turns out to be General Li, what a coincidence!"

"Miss Mingyue, why are you here? By the way, your poetry club is gathering today! I almost forgot."

Li Qingan walked up to her and smiled and said, "Are you looking for Mingzhu?"

"Well! Did General Li see her?"

"I was pulled by her. I just met the owner of the Wei Mansion. After a few greetings, she and Cui Liuliu left first."

"It turns out that I'm with Liu Liu, then I know where she is."

Dugu Mingyue knew that her sister must have gone to find Wei Qi, and she was walking another way and missed it with her. She let it go and said with a smile: "Does General Li like to enjoy the plum blossoms?"

"I like it very much. When I was in Anxibahuancheng, there were a few plum blossoms next to my residence. I remember that it suddenly fell heavily in February of the previous year. Many spring flowers were so cold that they withered. Only it bloomed proudly in the snow and was particularly gorgeous."

Mingyue nodded gently and sighed: "Yes! The plum blossom is solitary and self-admiring, and does not follow the vulgarity. I admire its character even more, so I also like the plum blossom the most."

Li Qingan smiled slightly and whispered: "At the broken bridge outside the post, I am lonely and have no master. It's dusk that I am alone, and the wind and rain are even more filled with the wind and rain. I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I let the flowers jealous. Stones turn into mud and crush them into dust, only the fragrance is as good as before, the bright moon, but this feeling?"

Mingyue was stunned, she looked at Li Qing'an incrediblely, "You"

A hint of melancholy surged in her deep pool eyes, "I didn't intend to fight for spring, and I let the flowers jealous. Stones fell into mud and dust, and only the fragrance remained the same."

She carefully savored the indescribable taste, and felt an inexplicable touch in her heart. When she looked at Li Qing'an again, her eyes were already as gentle as water.

They walked side by side on the bluestone path. Li Qing'an smelled the faint fragrance on her body, surrounded by beautiful flowers, plum petals floating all over the ground, but there was a beautiful woman like jade around him. He couldn't help but feel intoxicated.

"General Li, do you still remember the scene when he was in Mrs. Yang's mansion the previous year?"

"You mean throwing a pot?"

"No! By the small bridge, tell me the beauty of Anxi."

Mingyue looked up at the sky with a few white clouds and said quietly: "It is vast and magnificent, with an elusive grassland. By the river, groups of snow-white sheep are eating grass leisurely. White clouds are wearing them like hats on the head of the iceberg snow peaks. The ice peaks are as dazzling as sapphires, just like a city of sky, a city of sky, I still remember it."

Seeing that she still remembered what she said at that time, Li Qingan couldn't help but feel a little moved, and smiled and said, "Do you want to go to Anxi?"

"Of course I want to, but I can only think about it." Mingyue sighed, and a trace of gloom flashed in her eyes.

A courage suddenly arose in Li Qing'an's heart, staring at her beautiful eyes and said, "Then you go with me! I'll take you to Anxi."

"General Li, you!"

Mingyue's face suddenly flew over her, and her eyes were flustered, "General Li, I'm going to find Mingzhu, I, I'll take a step first."

She lowered her head, turned around and left, "Mingyue!" Li Qing'an called her, and Mingyue stopped. Suddenly, she turned around and looked at him quietly, her eyes filled with autumn water, and her tenderness was infinite. She lowered her head and accelerated her pace.

Li Qingan kept looking at her and walked away. When she was about to go to Qiubo, he was fascinated.

The bright moon quickly walked towards the inner house. Her steps were light, and her pendants were ringing. The mist for more than a year was swept away at this moment. Her eyes became bright and passionate, and her heart was filled with sweetness. She understood what Li Qing'an said, which was her confession to her.

At noon, her father told her that she wanted to invite Li Qing'an to dinner at home. She didn't understand what her father meant. Now she understood that her father had the intention to marry Li Qing'an.

Thinking that Li Qingan had come to his house to have a date, he was cold to him at that time, but he did not hold past grudges and stood up when his sister was in danger. Compared to Li Chu's indifference, literary talent is really nothing, character is the most important thing.

Mingyue sighed. Li Qingan saved his sister last time, but he hadn't thanked him yet! When would he thank him in person?

She was thinking a lot and walked past a semicircular flower door. In front of her was Wei Qi's embroidery building. Suddenly she heard someone calling her: "Sister Mingyue!"

When she turned around, she saw three young ladies sitting in front of a rockery. She knew them all, one was Cui Liuliu, the other was Changsun Yun, and the other was Cui Ningbi, the daughter of Mrs. Korea.

"What are you three here? Where is Mingzhu?"

"Mingzhu is in Wei Qi's embroidery building."

Cui Liuliu pointed at Cui Ningbi and smiled, "Yun'er and I are forcing her to treat us! We want her to give us a wedding banquet."

"Happy wine?" Mingyue smiled and said, "Which little prince married us Ningbi?"

"Although his surname is Li, he is not a royal family."

Changsun Yun next to him smiled and said, "Ningbi is going to marry Li Qing'an, who everyone envies."

Mingyue's chest was like a sledgehammer and her face suddenly turned pale. Her mind was blank. She heard Changsun Yun say: "It was the matchmaker of the imperial concubine. She specially summoned Li Qing'an into the palace, and the wife of Qin and Mrs. Guo are the marriage certificates."

"Sister Mingyue, what's wrong with you?" Liu Liu discovered Dugu Mingyue's abnormality.

"Nothing!" Mingyue restrained her sadness and reluctantly smiled at Cui Ningbi, "Ningbi, congratulations."

"Well! Thank you Sister Mingyue, my mother agreed, and I will go to discuss with the Empress tonight."

A hint of shyness surged in Cui Ningbi's eyes. More than a year ago, Li Qing'an and Shi Siming threw arrows at the third aunt's house. At that time, Li Qing'an left a deep impression on her. For this reason, she was still practicing throwing pots at home. Unexpectedly, the imperial concubine wanted to promise him.

"Sister!" Mingzhu ran over from a distance panting and complained: "Why are you here? I'm looking for you everywhere."

"Mingzhu, your sister doesn't seem to be in good health." Cui Liuliu reminded her in a low voice.

Mingzhu also noticed that her sister was pale and hurriedly said, "Sister, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable. Mingzhu, help me to sit in the room."

"Okay!" Mingzhu held her sister and walked more than ten steps. She suddenly laughed in a low voice: "Sister, guess who I brought me, Li Qing'an, I brought him."

"Stop talking!" Mingyue interrupted her in a low voice, "He has nothing to do with me!"
Chapter completed!