Da Wei Chun

Chapter 285
Now that the unique decorations of the Dragon Boat Festival such as Wusi and Yufu have been pointed out, it is impossible not to use the Dragon Boat Festival as the theme.

This time Li Chengzhi thought for a long time, almost ten breaths, until he saw Wei Yu sweating slightly on his forehead, and a faint fragrance of orchids came from his hair, his eyes lit up.

Su Shi's "Huanxisha Dragon Boat Festival"?
In just three or two breaths, he changed it a bit, and then recited loudly:
Sweating slightly through the red wan, bathing in Fanglan at the Dragon Boat Festival.Flowing fragrance swells and fills Jingchuan.

The colored thread is lightly wrapped around the red jade arm, and the small talisman is hung obliquely on the green cloud servant girl.The beauty meets the city.

The last sentence was originally "1000 years for a beautiful woman to meet", which means that the love between men and women will last forever.But it was not suitable for Wei Yu, so he changed it temporarily, and became the beauties of the city to celebrate together, which just echoed the "Manjingchuan" in the first half of the que.

Everyone didn't know how to praise, how to admire Li Chengzhi.Even Gao Meng seemed shocked, staring at Wei Yu in a daze.

Zhuqun, Wusi, Yufu, Dragon Boat Festival, Jingchuan, and even Wei Yu's thin sweat through the veil, and the light fragrance of Lan Tang bathed in the noon.

This is clearly done now, and there is absolutely nothing more appropriate than this...

Seeing the silence in the garden, Li Chengzhi thought to himself: Are you shocked?
That's right.

If all the poets and poets who were good at describing beauties in the past were ranked, Su Shi should be ranked in the top ten.

Of course Cao Zhi ranked first, and "Luo Shen Fu" can be said to be unprecedented, and unprecedented.Otherwise, how come the praise of "the talent in the world is one stone, Cao Zijian alone has eight fights"?

Everyone was reminiscing, even Gao Meng seemed to have stopped, and Li Chengzhi sat down calmly.

As soon as he sat down, a pair of slender hands held a white cup and gently placed it in front of him.

The four eyes met, and a faint pink halo appeared on Zhang Jingmo's face.

Seeing him in a blue dress and skirt, five silk arms wrapped around his arms, and a jade fan swinging lightly, Li Chengzhi sighed slightly: If the poem just now is not changed, how appropriate is it to give it to Zhang Jingmo?
He took the wine glass and said with a warm smile: "Do you remember when I first met you?"

Zhang Jingmo nodded shyly, his eyes moving slightly.

It was mid-spring, the night of the full moon.

Uncle invited Mr. Lang to dinner that night, but suddenly asked him to serve him, and he had already guessed a bit at that time.

But who would have thought that Mr. Lang is so passionate that he treats himself as the same as Gao Nushi, who is a relative of the emperor?
Thinking of this, Zhang Jingmo's heart seemed to melt.

Li Chengzhi took a sip, and slowly breathed out the alcohol: "I'll write a song for you too...well, it's just for you..."

"what?"

Zhang Jingmo let out a scream, and a layer of water glistened in his eyes.

Li Chengzhi thought about it for a while, and found a song that he thought was the most appropriate:

After the banquet, the Zhutai is locked high, and the curtain is lowered after drinking.

At the beginning of the new year, when the spring hate comes, the fallen flowers are independent, and the little swifts fly together.

I remember the first time I saw Jingmo, the white jacket with light skirt and plain clothes, and the double pupils cut water to express sorrow.

Mingyue was there, Zeng Zhaocai returned.

All the guests:. . . . . . …………

As soon as the poem was finished, Zhang Jingmo's tears rolled down like beads and a broken thread: "Mr. Lang treats my concubine so kindly..."

Li Chengzhi waved his hand lightly: "If you want to live a lifetime, how can you say that you are kind or not?"

It would be better not to say it, Zhang Jingmo's tears fell faster when he said it this way.

Li Shixian looked at it with emotion: "I can say a lot of things that sound better than this, but why have I never seen such touching things?"

Guo Yuzhi frowned: "Can you compose poetry?"

Are you ashamed to say that the head of the Li family is based on "Poetry"?

Don't talk about it, you won't even copy it!
As if he had been slapped in the face, Li Sixian's face was flushed red, and his beard was trembling.

Guo Yuzhi ignored him, and touched Guo Cunxin with his arm: "Stop writing..."

Guo Cunxin turned a deaf ear, his heart was surging like a sea, he muttered something, and his subordinates wrote vigorously.

Looking at it again, the place where the pen was written was exactly the poem that Li Chengzhi had just written to Zhang Jingmo.There are still a few sheets of paper in hand, the ink is still wet, obviously the four poems written by Li Chengzhi before.

My younger brother is already hopeless.

Guo Yuzhi sighed secretly, turned around and whispered a few words.Immediately, a girl stood up shyly and moved to Guo Yuzhi's side.

Seeing that Madam also got up, Li Shixian's eyelids twitched: "Where is Madam going?"

"Where else can I go?"

Guo Yuzhi snorted coldly, "That Nizi can do it for outsiders, why can't he do it for his cousin?"

As he spoke, he glared at Li Shixian again, and led Guo Huaishu Shi Shiran towards Li Chengzhi.

Li Sixian frowned: Madam, did she just want Li Chengzhi to write a poem for Huai Shu as she said, or did she not give up?
But it's impossible, isn't it?
Don't even look at how old Zhang Jingmo and Gao Wenjun are, and how old Huai Shu is?

Looking at Wei Yu again, pigs can see the girl's intentions, why can't the son see it?

Forget it, let her go...

In fact, Guo Yuzhi had given up his heart a long time ago. He really just wanted Li Chengzhi to make his cousin famous at this time.In terms of appearance, Huai Shu is really no worse than Zhang Jingmo and Gao Wenjun.

Knowing the son is not like the mother, Guo Yuzhi can't see that Li Chengzhi is determined and must marry Gao Wenjun, so there are all kinds of things like tonight.

Whether it's crazy, or it doesn't matter if you count your breath into poetry, they are all preparing for fame.So this poem, naturally, will not only write these few poems.

Don't look at that Nizi is whispering with Gao Wenjun, I'm afraid the next song will be there soon.

Looking at Zhang Jingmo whose teardrops were like broken curtains and the pear blossoms were like rain, Guo Yuzhi couldn't help but snorted coldly: This nigga really treats everyone equally?

She was right...

There were two to three hundred guests in the garden, and most of their eyes were on the three of them, even if their intentions were as firm as iron like Gao Wenjun's, they couldn't bear it.His face was full of shyness, and he was evasive even when speaking, as if he didn't even dare to look Li Chengzhi's eyes.

Li Chengzhi was so surprised: "You are not even afraid of death, why are you afraid of this?"

"Can it be the same?"

Gao Wenjun was a little ashamed, and gave Li Chengzhi a stealthy look, then looked at Gao Meng who was not far away, with a worried face, "I am afraid that I will annoy my cousin and hurt my husband!"

"Don't worry!" Li Chengzhi smiled warmly, "It's just an extra poem, Governor Gao won't be annoyed."

Since he hadn't been annoyed before, he certainly won't be annoyed again... Li Chengzhi had guessed a little bit, but Gao Meng seemed to have ulterior motives...

Seeing Li Chengzhi's determination, Gao Wenjun became more confident, and said with a shy smile, "Then thank you first!"

"You guys are either kind or thankful, don't you think it's troublesome?"

Li Chengzhi shook his head helplessly, looked at Gao Wenjun, and laughed loudly: "Listen carefully:

Thin make-up peach face, slightly angry but like a flower dimple.There is much tenderness, the ribbon is coiled with golden threads, and the light skirt is full of sura.

The brows are shy, and the smiles are harmonious.Don't steal eyes frequently, what do you mean? "

After reading half a que, he paused for a while, and pointed to the lotus pond in the garden,
"The night is warm and the stars are bright, a lotus flower is just blooming. It shines on the front pond, swaying and incense night, when Chanjuan looks at the mirror.

Thousands of tears in the heart, ten thousand threads in the heart.Just like a light and graceful woman, she is very graceful. "

Not to mention that all the guests were already astonished, even Guo Yuzhi was full of astonishment, amazed: How could this Nizi be possessed like Cao Zijian tonight? Do you want to take a break?
If it is said that these are all his old works...it is impossible.

Calculating carefully, it has only been four months since his son's enlightenment, and for more than a hundred days, he has been busy either calming down the chaos or appeasing the people.Even if they are inspired by the scene, most of the poems they write are about fighting and killing, such as "Looking at the sword with the lamp in the drunkenness", where there is no time, let alone the opportunity to write such fragrant and colorful poems.

Furthermore, each of these songs is more suitable for the occasion, and each song is more appropriate than the other. They are clearly impromptu works...

Guo Yuzhi recalled the words Li Shixian said to her when he mentioned Gao Wenjun when he returned from leading the army:

"My son's wisdom is bestowed by heaven, how could he not understand the meaning of 'Gu Luan's Fate'? If there is really any hindrance, Cheng Zhi will naturally avoid danger and turn luck..."

Wisdom is the same as God's gift, avoiding danger and turning good luck?
Guo Yuzhi's heart skipped a beat: Husband is clearly hinting at himself...

Seeing her approaching, the few women dared not sit down, they had already stood up, ready to greet her.

But Guo Yuzhi stood in a daze on the way as if frozen, and Li Chengzhi called her several times before she came back to her senses.

Now when I look at Gao Wenjun again, it seems much more pleasing to the eye?
Guo Yuzhi was rarely polite, he just smiled, recruited Guo Huaishu, and then stared at Li Chengzhi coldly: "This is Huaishu, you probably won't remember it long ago... Mother sees that you are so popular in poetry, so I will give it to her as well." Make a song... well, don't use 'Hua Xiangrong' to fool you..."

The old lady also came to join in the fun and didn't mention it, she didn't even like "Hua Xiangrong"?This is obviously not only appropriate, but also suitable for the occasion...

Li Chengzhi scratched his head a little.

There are very few poems written about women, like the one Li Bai wrote to Yang Yuhuan, and there are not many poems in Tang and Song Dynasties after searching.More than [-]% of the rest are either lovesickness or parting, including Li Qingzhao's writing.The remaining [-]% ​​are all written for dancing girls and singing girls, and the words are not only erotic but also obscene.

If he dared to read it without changing a word, the cousin would never want to marry.

Then you can only change...

Guo Cunxin was praised as "the best style in Jingzhou". Besides, there is a large version of Guo Yuzhi here. Guo Huaishu is not ordinary beautiful.

It's not that Li Chengzhi is exaggerating. If my cousin is two or three years older, she will never lose to Zhang Jingmo and Gao Wenjun in appearance.

He took another careful look.

Guo Huaishu was wearing a pink skirt, which looked like a blooming Mudan, and there were two colorful butterflies embroidered on the skirt.A bead flower is inserted on the head, and light powder is applied on the face.Maybe it's because I've been soaking in Lan Tang not long ago, my body smells very strong, and there's still a hint of incense.

Although he is only thirteen, his shoulders are slender and his waist is slender, and he is several times thinner than Wei Yu...

Li Chengzhi came up with a draft after a little thought:
Double butterfly embroidered skirt, Dragon Boat Festival, see you again.

The thin powder is not deep and even, and the thick flowers are light spring.

Take a closer look at everything, the pearls are like jade, and the willow waist.

It was dusk for Mulan, and she was dressed in smoke when she came.

When the poem was finished, Guo Huaishu was already blushing and shy.From time to time, a pair of wonderful eyes would sneak a glance at Li Chengzhi's body.

But Li Chengzhi seemed to be blind, as if he couldn't see.

Wei Yu was a little worried at the beginning, but after a few glances, he felt relieved and sore at the same time.

When Li Chengzhi looked at his cousin, he looked at himself the same way he usually looks at himself, clearly as a child who hasn't grown up...

"Good poetry, good poetry..."

Guo Yuzhi was very dissatisfied, with a smile on his face.After laughing a few times, she looked at Li Chengzhi with deep meaning again: "Although my son's poems are wonderful, but the makeup is too strong, after returning home, I still have to ask your father for advice..."

Everyone thought that Guo Yuzhi was mentioning Li Chengzhi, and felt that the gentleness in his poems was too strong, and it was inevitable that he would lose his ambition.

At the beginning, Li Chengzhi really thought so.But when he heard that he was asked to ask Li Shixian for advice, he felt something was wrong.

Mother wants to ask her father how to write poetry?
While muttering, Li Chengzhi saw that Guo Yuzhi's feet seemed to be nailed, neither walking nor sitting, his eyes moving around, looking at Gao Wenjun, Zhang Jingmo, even Wei Yu and Guo Huaishu. Looking back and forth, his eyes were full of envy.

In the end, she turned her gaze to herself again, her face full of expectation, Li Chengzhi's heart moved, and she suddenly realized.

This is obviously because my father is not talented enough, he can't compose poems, he can't write such good poems to make her happy like he did to Gao Wenjun and others.But I am very envious, so I want to use myself as a gun...

Li Chengzhi suppressed a smile, and bowed his hands: "Mother, don't worry, when I return home tomorrow, my son will definitely ask his father for advice..."

If there are no poems, how can we give advice.

Guo Yuzhi immediately knew that his son had understood her subconscious, his eyes were bent into two crescents with a smile, and he repeatedly praised: "Good, good..."

Just as Guo Yuzhi and his cousin were sent away, Li Chengzhi hadn't even sat down yet, when he felt the surroundings light up, and there were many rustling sounds.

Many noble ladies got up at the same time, some let the maids hold the candles, some let the wine and dishes, and some were still carrying the table, and they all seemed to come to Li Chengzhi's side.

Li Chengzhi looked confused: This is because his mother stabbed a hornet's nest, and he thought he was a poetry wholesaler?
I'm afraid there are eighty, ninety, or hundreds of them. If one person writes a poem, regardless of whether he remembers so much, he can write poems praising women, or he will be crowned "Northern Dynasty Beauty" The word everyone" hat...

Li Chengzhi waved his hands in panic, and arched his head toward the hall again: "This is a festive season, and all officials celebrate together. On the top are Xi Zhenshou, Gao Cishi, Yan Ronggong and other high-ranking officials, and there are county magistrates, bureaucrats and other seniors. Parents and uncles are in the hall, how dare the juniors take the lead and put the cart before the horse?"

The cow does not drink water and presses its head forcibly, but Li Chengzhi refuses to do it. Can they still rush forward and force him?
A group of ladies and gentlemen looked at Xi Kangsheng in the hall with disappointment on their faces.

Xi Kangsheng was amused, pointed at Li Chengzhi and said with a smile: "If you can compose it, I will compose another one, and it will be worthy of the beauty's favor!"

Just one song is not impossible, but who is it suitable for?
Li Chengzhi hesitated.

If only there was a poem about a lot of beauties coming together.

Li Chengzhi arched slightly: "Let the officials think about it!"

As he spoke, he left a few more cases, looked around, hoping to find some inspiration and stimulate his memory.

(End of this chapter)