He planted peonies in the Tang Dynasty

Xiao Qiaofu was filled with emotions, and said to Li Linfu with a smile: "Zhuangyuan Lang said well. This year, I read all the papers and saw that he really expressed the essence of civilizing and rejuvenating the country. How could he almost be swallowed by you all?" go?"

After Rongdi in Xi'an, most of the Guanzhong aristocratic families opposed the use of troops, and advocated the stabilization of the frontier by means of marriage and surrender. However, Xiao Qiaofu, as one of the prime ministers with a reputation for martial arts, wanted to carry out the grand plan of going east, so he used the power of Zhongshu Province to directly intervene. Yeh, this year's list of new academicians must be a top scholar who is born in a prefecture or county, has a deep understanding of the world, and is not afraid of death.

He read all over the strategy theory, and felt that there was a very brave person, so he asked Wei Heng, Taichang Qing, Wei Heng said that Gu Yue was young and dared to do something, but his family background was taboo, so Xiao Qiaofu ignored the favor of the Wan family, and wrote letters to persuade the emperor, and he became this A beautiful thing.

Li Linfu glanced at Xu Qing, and said: "Mr. Ge, the lower officials thought it was good at first, but there were thousands of paper rolls in the primary election. Most likely, members of Xu followed the rules strictly. Seeing that there were a few words that were not taboo, they were buried as usual. Xu Qing: "..."

Wei Heng stroked his beard and said: "In front of virtue and talent, it doesn't matter if you don't stick to trifles occasionally. Gu Lang's writing is sharp and energetic. He is really the best of the country." Zhang Jiuling looked happy, with an approachable smile on his face.

Xiao Qiaofu stepped down, walked up to Gu Yue, and said peacefully: "It is said that the official way is sinister, but it is not the case. As long as you have the changes in the world and the people in your heart, and understand the truth behind the rules, you can still govern the country with harmony. You see, I'm an old man, so I don't dare to call myself a teacher, I just want to be your old friend, okay?" Gu Yue said.

Gu Yue returned to his seat with the others, and waved to Su An.Su An exploded like a firecracker, and smiled foolishly.

All the rituals are controlled by several doctors and members of the Ministry of Rites. Seeing that the youngsters of the new department have confessed their favor, the elders of the pavilion also have some backaches. They immediately waved the flag to send a message. The next moment, there was a sound from the round altar drum.

A drum, like an opening on a calm lake embankment that has accumulated thousands of feet, the people just pulled up their ears to listen to the words. The zither sounds like a water beast breaking out of the dike, and on the flower bed, the faces of 64 boys are painted with colorful colors, and a piece of purple and gold leaps out to show auspiciousness.

"The officials finished talking? It's like thunder, and the sky is going to rain?" "What do you know, Suantai, the big song has begun!" "There are more people this year than last year, oh, just because of these tofu scholars!" "Yes If you can, you go up!"

No matter who it is, as long as they are here and don't look at other things, they are all rejoicing.In the open space, the advantage of having a large number of performers in Libu is fully displayed. As soon as the zither array is strummed, the green sleeves will be floated up for a hundred miles. Among the thousands of valleys, the pipa in the lotus formation is still the most amazing.

The strings of the pipa vibrated and lifted the Qujiang River.

Wanmin commented on the music, and the exchanges between the new face and the old face are very frequent.Li Yao leaned against the armrest, feeling uneasy after all, and sighed with a smile: "It is said that Wen Wulang Su An's five strings have charm, but it is a pity that although I am sitting here today, I have no chance to meet you." Xue Jiping was happy: "Hey , someone's osmanthus garden poem, it seems that it should be changed to 'One person flies the flower order, another family explores the apricot clothes.'."

At that time, Su An listened carefully to the music, and before he noticed these things, he saw Gu Yue smile, stood up, walked up to Li Yao, waved his sleeves and raised his wine glass: "Li Langjun, punish me with a poem, so I can do it for myself." .” Li Yao didn’t make a sound.

Seeing this, Xue Jiping folded a dozen fans in his hands, and said: "This glass of wine is drunk to my heart's content, but this poem should have a background." Gu Yue said: "Mr. Su, Chang'an Pipa No. 1, how can you want to read it? Just look?" Xue Jiping got excited: "Although I know Mr. Su well, I can't agree with you. Pei Luoer and Lin Zhenzhen in Mo Dao Palace, and Biyun girl in Pingkangfang are the peerless beauties." Li Xie picked up a piece of preserved fruit and put it into his mouth gracefully.

In this place, there are high-ranking officials in the north and Ziyun Building in the south. Thirty scholars, old and young, half drunk, compete for confidante, and the common people who don't like to watch literati fight wine and poems, and they can't stop talking nonsense for a while.

Su An's smile froze on his face, and he almost fell off Xu Kuo's shoulders: "He, he, he, what are you doing?!" Meng Yue said sourly, "It's really a fish jumping over a dragon's gate. Turn towards dogs and horses and towards people." Su An scolded: "What are you talking about?" Xu Kuo said: "Asu, Gu Lang is helping you raise your voice." Su An turned his head and replied knowing.

So, it was passed down from generation to generation, and when asked who is Mr. Su, Su An woke up, and finally he didn't blush or feel ashamed, so he looked at the eyes of the people next to him and followed the tide with a smile and shouted: "He's a kid, who is Mr. Su?" ?!"

When the number one scholar punished him for his poems, Li Yao had nothing to say, his sourness returned to his sourness, and he was still a hero after being soured. After all, if there were no corresponding poems for the apricot garden banquet, how could it be regarded as a celebration?In the Ziyun Tower, the empress and the princesses are still waiting for the good news.Thinking about this clearly, Li Yao got up, drank wine with his sleeves straight, and composed a song of seven rhythms within seven steps, with a heroic spirit and undiminished talent.

And the early spring outing of the Yan couple, the apricot flower Ying couple Qujiangtou.

The white jade wall is inscribed with the Wild Goose Pagoda, and the sound of Fen Dai's flute blows over the imperial tower.

The horseshoe leaves a fragrance on the far shore, and the Oriole Mountain falls to Fangzhou.

When I return, I am unconscious and drunk with gold cups, and the fragrant cars of Qimo are flowing.

The cup of water flowed down towards Pei Yan. Pei Yan glanced at the tea drinker sitting in the apricot forest holding a fan. The woman was gentle and virtuous. She had been his childhood sweetheart since she was a child. Now it was a rare sight, so she wrote a quatrain to express Bossy.

Fenghua is sent to the bright moon through the ages, and the pride will pay for the long flow.

I only hope that Yiren's red sleeves will add fragrance without saying anything.

Pei Yan pointed to Zhang Sixing again. Zhang Sixing was from outside the state. He picked up his pen and pondered for a while, then diligently wrote ink on the paper. According to the practice of previous years, he wrote down a song "Shenghe and Di Qujiang Serving Banquet System".

Taking turns in this way, seven or eight poems popped up at once, each with its own intentions, and the outside observers commented, and some of them were not convinced, and even climbed on the branches of the trees, yelling, provoking the expulsion of the Jinwu Guards. "Qing Shan Le" broke through, accompanied by dancers entering the battle, and voice actors also participated, the scene was like a dream, and even the water rippled.

Gu Yue sat in the head seat, staring at Su An without saying a word for a long time, but was suddenly interrupted by Xue Jiping: "The number one scholar hasn't written a poem yet." Several people sitting next to him formed a group and booed together: "The number one scholar, write a poem !" Gu Yue said: "Who said I must write a poem?" Pei Yan said: "According to the custom, no poem will not return." Gu Yue waved his hand: "That's not going to happen."

The vast mist rose last night, but the flowers in the apricot garden were discovered this morning.

Eight thousand purple sleeve pictures flourished, Kyushu Chuxiu asked the spirit.

Wencheng has inherited the old business for thousands of years, and martial arts has opened up new doors for thousands of miles.

How do you know that on Fu'an Day in Kyushu, you will not be a commoner when you come back.

Su An's eyes were full of chatter and laughter.Last night, he was the one who accompanied Gu Yue to write this rhyming poem while Su Shiba was playing the tune.He read along, and suddenly, a woman's voice sounded like water and singing from behind.

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