Your Majesty has a white moonlight

The most elegant thing in winter is to look for plums in the snow.

The capital is located in the north, and the bamboo cannot grow well, so there are many kinds of plums in the Academy of Scholars.Inviting friends to enjoy plum blossoms and have a drink in winter is a common activity, but if there are more people, it will be more than just viewing flowers.

The most famous plum appreciating feast in Beijing this year is the Wuyuan Banquet.Wuyuan is Lao Wen's garden.Mr. Wen's handwriting is like jade, and he is said to be a disciple of the Jingfu, but his family has ancestral property in the south of the Yangtze River. It was sold in Beijing in those years, and a garden was built in Beijing.Because the special arrangement of flowers, trees and strange stones is all for the entertainment of literati, Wen Jingdao is full of "useless things", so it is nominated as Wuyuan.

Wen Jing has no official position, but has a wide reputation in literature, and is also a master of Confucian classics and history. Over the years, from Yangzhou to Beijing, from south to north, many scholars are keen to make friends with him.Wuyuan's Plum Blossom Appreciation Banquet invites all dignitaries in Beijing, or literary talents with outstanding literary talents.

When Yan Qinghe met Zhao Ji at the plum appreciation banquet, he realized that he hadn't seen him for a while.Weidao seems to be missing something recently, and it turns out that Zhao Ji's noise is missing.

Zhao Ji also came to say hello when he saw Yan Qinghe.However, Yan Qinghe saw that his brows were tired and hard to hide, and even his cheeks were thinner, so he couldn't help frowning and asked: "What's wrong with you, you are so embarrassed?"

"Is there?" Zhao Ji stretched out his hand to touch his cheek, and said with a smile, "Busy, who is not busy this year?"

"I haven't seen you so busy in previous years... No wonder you've never seen someone looking for a drink."

Zhao Ji laughed loudly: "So in your heart, I am equivalent to eating wine?"

After laughing, Zhao Ji said: "I haven't seen you for a few days. There are many people here. Find a place where there are few people. Brother, I have a few words with you."

The layout in the garden was very particular, the two of them brought a jug of warm wine, found a stone table and sat down.Next to it are two excellent wintersweet plants, exuding a sweet aroma, which gets into the nose along the air-conditioning.

At first, he only talked about the situation in Beijing, and Zhao Ji made fun of Yan Qinghe about the marriage.Yan Qinghe didn't want to talk to him, Zhao Ji said again: "I heard from Xiao Liu that he saw you a while ago?"

Yan Qinghe said: "Your Xiaoliu has made great progress recently."

Zhao Ji's expression changed: "What's wrong with him?"

Yan Qinghe didn't realize it for a while, and then he laughed dumbfounded, and sighed again: "You don't trust your brother too much, I didn't laugh at him, I mean he really made progress."

Only then did Zhao Ji heave a sigh of relief: "I can't blame me for not trusting him, it's because his ability to cause trouble has grown the fastest since he was a child."

Zhao Ji poured the wine by himself, then pushed the full glass to Yan Qinghe, and said, "You know, Xiao Liu is very clever... In fact, he is also kind-hearted, but he has a big playful heart."

Yan Qinghe didn't know why Zhao Ji suddenly mentioned Xiaoliu again, he was a little puzzled, but he just listened.

Zhao Ji continued: "My family doesn't ask him to honor his ancestors, as long as he takes good care of himself... If he becomes an official in the court in the future, I still want you to help him more because of our affection. "

"What do you mean?" Yan Qinghe became more and more confused, "Your own brother, why do you want me to help?"

Zhao Ji laughed and said: "The lower official position is humble, not as prominent as Master Yan, so naturally you have to rely on Master Yan."

Yan Qinghe always felt that something was wrong with Zhao Ji today, but Zhao Ji obviously put on a playful smile and didn't want to say more, so he didn't feel comfortable asking further.

"Lord Yan, promise me?" Zhao Ji poured him another glass of wine.

Yan Qinghe frowned and said, "Naturally. But I can't accommodate the exam."

Zhao Ji waved his hand, indicating that he didn't mean that. Before Yan Qinghe could drink, he drank another glass as a thank you.

Although the people present were all big figures, the rules of the Wuyuan Banquet originally only talked about elegance, regardless of mundane matters.However, socializing is indispensable at all times, and Zhao and Ji couldn't hide for a long time, so they went to visit the Minister of Rites, Jing Mingzhao.

At that time, there was a group of people surrounding, Yan Canghong was among them.It turned out that Mr. Wen came up with a poem topic for a poetry competition, and the top winner would get a calligraphy and painting by a famous artist from the previous dynasty.Yan Canghong was the champion of the year, so he was surrounded by people and asked him to write poems.

Jing Mingzhao said with a smile: "He can't do it. To write poetry and fu, you have to be poor before you work. Cang Hong's life is so good, why work before you are poor? You are making things difficult for him."

Although Jing Mingzhao's official position is equal to Yan Canghong's, he has seniority and is his father-in-law, so he is free to tease him.Everyone was no better than him, so they had no choice but to praise Yan Canghong for his literary talent.

At this time, I heard someone say: "You don't necessarily have to suffer when you write poetry." It was Mr. Wen who came this way.Everyone bowed and saluted one after another, Jing Mingzhao hurriedly called "Teacher" and asked someone to bring a warm mat, and then invited Mr. Wen to sit down.

Elder Wen looked relaxed and upright, with a thin body, and his clothes were all elegant, and he was particular about everything, and his demeanor was still as romantic as before.Seeing this, he only sighed: "You are the same as your father, you are so careful and caring, maybe you just think that I am dying."

Jing Mingzhao trimmed a wrinkle on his clothes for him, and said with a smile, "Students don't dare. I'm afraid the teacher catches cold, and that's the student's fault."

Mr. Wen chuckled, stopped talking, and pointed at Zhao Ji and said, "That kid from the Zhao family, your troublesome little brother, I think is very spiritual. I once read the libretto he wrote in the Goulan courtyard." However, it is quite the charm of my time."

Everyone burst into laughter, Zhao Ji was called out by accident, and because of such a thing, he blushed immediately and praised him repeatedly, his younger brother is not doing his job properly, he is ignorant and incompetent.

Mr. Wen shook his head and said: "That's not what I said. Everyone has their own talent. You only know Liu Xuanming's paintings, but you don't know that he originally wanted to be famous for his writing. When I was in Yangzhou , he was painstakingly learning to write poems, and once, in order to understand the thoughts of women, he actually dressed up as a beauty on the boat."

Everyone laughed again, interspersed with a few surprised comments.Only then did Mr. Wen slowly continue: "Xuan Ming didn't care enough about this, and finally realized that he is not the material, so he concentrated on painting."

Yan Qinghe has always liked Liu Xuanming's paintings, last time Zhao Ji thanked him and gave him one, but he never knew there was such an interesting thing in it.And Liu Xuanming is good at painting bamboo, and his ink is vigorous and powerful. He couldn't help laughing when he thought of such a person wearing red makeup and making a boudoir grievance.

Elder Wen looked at him and called out, "Qinghe."

"What's the matter, sir?" Yan Qinghe didn't know why Wen Lao suddenly called him.

"How do you see that plum blossom?"

Yan Qinghe followed Elder Wen's expectations, and it was a white plum.Among the plums, green calyx and white plums are the top grade. This one looks like it has been carefully cared for and pruned, and it grows extremely well.

Yan Qinghe said: "It can be said to be the best, I think it's the best thing in my heart."

Elder Wen nodded and said, "Just break a branch for me."

Yan Qinghe laughed: "Jing Xia is Tanhua Lang, and he should do the folding of flowers."

Wen Laodao: "In the past, Tanhualang chose the young and handsome Jinshi of the new department to fold flowers, aren't you right?"

People around him urged him to go quickly, even Yan Canghong laughed and said, "Go."

Yan Qinghe sighed softly: "The plum tree carefully cultivated by the master, but the younger generation is reckless, what should I do if it breaks?"

"The flowers are blooming, and I, the master, don't care. What do you care about?"

Only then did Yan Qinghe go, chose a bony and graceful one, folded it and presented it to Mr. Wen.Elder Wen smiled and said, "For you."

"What do you mean sir?" Yan Qinghe became more and more puzzled.

"White with green dots, it just suits you today."

Yan Qinghe was wearing a light blue color of moonlight blue, and a jasper plaque fell on his waist, giving him a vivid crane shape.When he understood what he meant, his face was not very good-looking.The waistband was chosen by his mother, and he had no reason to refuse, so he had no choice but to use it.

Originally, he almost forgot what he was wearing, but after this, he remembered again.Mr. Wen originally mentioned Fengya's gameplay, but for a while, many random things came to mind, which disturbed his mind.

But it was only for a moment, and soon he came back to his senses, and joked with everyone again.

When Zhang Jie came, he saw him holding a white plum in his hand, discussing something with the people around him.He was dressed heavily in winter, but it didn't affect his tall and straight figure, and his face was brisk, which contrasted nicely with the half-bloomed plum blossoms, and he seemed to feel the fragrance before he approached.

He was in a daze for a moment, but caught a trace of familiar throbbing in a trance.He once asked Yan Qinghe to write under the lamp, and he restored the scene in his memory many years ago, but now he has really recovered the touch from more than ten years ago.

picture.Where is it like?

Zhang Jie only stood not far away and looked at it for a while, then turned around and went to wait for someone in the room.He knew there was a banquet here today, but Weifu didn't come here for a banquet, and he didn't intend to disturb others' interest for nothing.

He went to Wuyuan only to meet Wen Ruyu.When the first emperor was there, he had told him not to touch this person until it was absolutely necessary.This is his second visit. This old gentleman is already seventy years old. Although he has no intention of exploring the grievances of the previous generation, he still wants to see who this father specially nominated.

At night, Zhang Jie closed his eyes and wanted to fall asleep, but was tossed and turned.He was thinking about what Wuyuan saw today—naturally not seeing Wen Ruyu.

He should feel happy, but there are always some unclear clues, which make his heart itchy and depressed.

Now that it was late at night, he naturally couldn't call Yan Qinghe again, which made him even more bored.After a long sigh, Zhang Jie simply asked Liu Shan to bring a wife.

Even if the emperor doesn't use it, there are always some in the imperial palace.Probably because Liu Shan knew the emperor's taste. This boy looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he had delicate features, clean looks, and no enchanting appearance.

It had been cleaned and lubricated when it came, and this woman knelt on the bed docilely, cooperating with the emperor's movements.Zhang Jie just got started, but he didn't know what was wrong. He always felt that he lost interest, so he waved his hand and told the boy to go back.

After tossing like this for a while, he lost his mind, but he still felt that he couldn't fall asleep.In the end, he got up and went to Concubine Zhao's place again, but he was not lucky, he just slept together for the night, and someone around him relieved him of his unreasonable boredom, so that he could sleep peacefully all night.