People in Datang, start with a golden hoe

When she saw Cai Xiaolan and two children standing in front of the back door of Huayan Temple, Lu Shiyu put her hands on her forehead. It was not a poetry meeting organized by her. It was already embarrassing to bring one person, but now there were two more children. of.

"Sister Lu, I brought two younger ones. Xiaoqin came to Chang'an with me. As for Dongping-" Cai Xiaolan said half of the sentence and looked at Cui Dongping again. Although she had not deliberately inquired in recent years, she also knew that Cui Le had been an official of considerable rank.

It shouldn't be difficult for a young lady in the house to join a poetry club.

Xiao Dongping immediately understood the look in Cai Xiaolan's eyes and announced his family name: "Cui Dongping from Cui Jijiu House!"

"It turns out it's Mr. Cui's rich family, please come quickly." Lu Shiyu immediately changed her expression. With this level of status, she explained to the host of the poetry meeting that there was no need to worry about coming in and out.

Cai Xiaolan and the other three arrived quite late, and there were already many people in the yard. After she explored it inside and out, she realized how much the ancients knew how to enjoy themselves.

The room is not big and is semi-open. There is a room horizontally and vertically, one large and one small. The large one has rows of low tables and straw mats inside, and the small one has a circle of soft couches surrounding the wall. With carved beams and painted pillars, red curtains and green curtains, every part is full of "low-key luxury"!

The courtyard walls are high, blocking the cold wind around them. I don't know what kind of structure the floor is. When I step on it, the heat rises and it's as warm as spring.

Outside the house, there is a pool of clear water in the snowy courtyard, gushing and steaming out.

"Good guy, there is a hot spring?" Cai Xiaolan thought about it carefully and felt that it was unlikely to be a natural hot spring. If there were hot springs in Chang'an, why would Concubine Yang go to Huaqing Hot Spring to soak in the hot springs?

Lu Shiyu felt very satisfied when she saw Cai Xiaolan's surprised look. She had the same expression when she first came back.

"Let's go inside first. We won't come outside until the poetry meeting officially begins." She led the three of them inside.

Passing through the two rooms, there is a different world. Dozens of people, standing or sitting, gathering or scattered, were all inside the house. Cai Xiaolan glanced around, and as expected, she didn't see any familiar faces. They found a small corner and the three of them stayed together to talk.

Not long after, the sound of a bell silenced the noise, and someone shouted, "Please come outside, the poetry meeting is about to begin."

Cai Xiaolan was in the corner, and she had never been to a cultural venue, so she didn't dare to compete with others, so she ended up last. Fortunately, her position was right at the door, so it wasn't too late to sit down.

Those invited by the host are all young talents from Chang'an or women in the pavilion, and their seats have been arranged long ago. The more distinguished the person in the family, the more likely they are to be placed inside. Everyone sat down, but saw that the row of honorable seats in the center was still empty.

Most of the people in the hall are either rich or noble. Who can sit on the throne of honor before them?

For a moment, everyone started speculating.

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inner room.

"Master Cui, please sit down later!" said the white-faced monk wearing a gilt cassock.

"Master is joking, there are so many noble family members, how can I sit on the throne?" Cui Boyan waved his hands repeatedly. If it were a normal day, he would have taken the main seat. Today is a poetry meeting. If you take the main seat, I might not be able to get off the stage without three or five beautiful poems.

The white-faced monk invited him again, but Cui Boyan still refused to obey. He shook his head helplessly and said: "Master Cui, the other nobles are all thanks to their ancestors. You are a real person who passed the imperial examination. You are very talented. If you don't sit down, who has the nerve to sit down?" ah?"

"I'm just lucky, I can't be considered a first-rate person——"

Cui Boyan was usually controlled by Cui Le. Today he got the opportunity to come out to participate in the poetry meeting. He did not want to continue to be forced by the customs and was as stubborn as a donkey.

The monk was helpless and walked towards another person. There are many people who are willing to do the work of showing holiness in front of others. Young masters from noble families such as the Changsun family, Yuchi family, and Fang family are present. As long as Cui Boyan doesn't care, they can all sit down. After discussing the location, a group of people filed in.

The young master of the eldest grandson family, who has not yet reached the crown, is particularly happy to sit on the throne of honor.

Cai Xiaolan's eyes were not idle, and she spotted her ex-husband at a glance among the crowd who came in late.

"Sister-in-law Xiaolan, that's Brother Cui," Xu Xiaoqin said in surprise.

"I saw it too. Sit tight." Cai Xiaolan comforted her and muttered in her heart: "Hey, you have become a young talent! I wonder how much your talent has improved?"

She didn't know Cui Boyan had already passed high school.

Class exists everywhere, but the poetry society in Chang'an is far different from that in Yangzhou. After just two agenda items, Cai Xiaolan couldn't sit still. If she didn't want to see what kind of poems Cui Boyan could make, she would have just left.

When it came to the third item on the agenda, the host, the white-faced monk, finally came to the point: "Everyone, today is the first day of the New Year. It is covered with snow outside, and there are green bamboos covered with white snow and wintersweet lying in the snow. Why don't we celebrate the new year with green bamboos?" , wintersweet, and white snow as the title, just choose any one."

One question, but there are four incisions, and they are all common images.

Cui Boyan curled his lips and shook his head, thinking: "Such a simple question, if I had known I would not have given it."

After the monk finished talking about the topic, he walked aside. He did not say this poem title casually. The people who came today have mixed knowledge. These four have been chanted by the most people throughout the ages, and they can be plagiarized by the most people. People who have read a little bit of books can get a decent poem by just scraping together. It is most suitable for the noble disciples who conquer the world on horseback. And people with some knowledge can also start from the connotation and write down their inner aspirations.

After the monk finished speaking, the eldest son, Sun Yu, who was sitting on the throne, shouted loudly: "This is a wonderful topic. I would also like to ask Master Shangguan to give a sample of it first."

The common surname of monks and laymen is Shangguan, and their single name is the word "yi". He usually writes poems to make friends, and his literary talent is outstanding. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be able to hire all the talented people in the garden.

"Then the young monk is disrespectful." Shangguan Yi stood up and wandered around the center of the room. Others were not in a hurry, composing their own poems and watching the excitement.

Not long after, Cai Xiaolan saw the monk starting to write, but unfortunately she was the farthest away and couldn't see anything.

There is no shortage of good people everywhere. Shangguan Yi had just finished writing when someone over there read the poem loudly:

The Forbidden Garden condenses the air, and the auspicious snow covers the morning light. The flowers are bright in the Phoenix Pavilion, and the beads are scattered in the Echi. The floating element welcomes the song, and the light moves towards the dance. Fortunately, the branches that are reflected thousands of miles away are still around for thousands of years.

"Good poem - good poem -" The whole room was full of praise.

Xu Xiaoqin listened on the side and thought it sounded good, but what was good about it was that she didn't understand it at all. At this moment, I kept scratching my head and scratching my head, thinking that I could come up with a song and a half of it myself. Cui Dongping, who was sitting in front, could not compose poetry at all. When she saw everyone starting to get up and compose poetry, she became anxious and sneaked over to Cai Xiaolan.

"Third brother and sister-in-law, can you write one for me? I can't write!" Of course she could ask Cui Boyan, but Cui Boyan is sitting high up and is too conspicuous.

"It's okay, we can just watch the excitement."

"Ah? Is it possible to participate in a poetry meeting and not write poetry?" Poor little Dongping, who is a teenager, is participating in a poetry meeting for the first time.