Misty rain, red mansion, Concubine Xiaoxiang

Qionglin Garden is the royal garden of the Tianbi Dynasty. In the garden, there are exotic flowers, plants and rare fruit trees. The flowers and fruits are fragrant everywhere, and butterflies and bees are dancing.

The majestic Qionglin Garden has the inherent dignity of the royal family.Only the construction of this small island resembles the graceful and gentle water town in the south of the Yangtze River.The surrounding water vapor is dense, and the emerald green ribbons are like smoke and waves. It seems that even the pungent flower fragrance hides the arrogance.

Qionglin banquet is set in the wide hall on the second floor of Yantao Pavilion, overlooking the clear water with slight ripples.Shui Rong raised his wine glass with a slight smile, and the newly promoted Jinshi below him was full of pride, as if a great prospect was in front of him, and the arrogance and superior momentum at the corners of his brows and eyes were all bookish.

"Fengzhao newly enters the official crown, and comes back to the majesty to look at the sky. The clouds are covered with five-color talisman flags, and there are thousands of officials and miscellaneous pendants. The Yanxi coincides with the Niu Girl Festival, and the Luanzhang shines in the Bikui room. Dedicated poems to Chen Ya and the foolish ministers , Seeing that Gengge's weather is back." After drinking for three rounds, the Xinke Scholars at the banquet could not hide their joy and madness, and couldn't help singing loudly while holding their wine cups. (This poem is from Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty's "Gong Yu Qionglin Banquet and Poems" "The past is so dirty that it is not enough to exaggerate, but now the thoughts are boundless. The spring breeze is proud and the horseshoe is eager. I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day." Such a young and frivolous, drunk with joy Feeling dizzy, Shui Rong couldn't help laughing along with them. The aroma of fine wine from the banquet filled his chest, so comfortable and happy. (This song is "After Enrollment" by Mengjiao in the middle Tang Dynasty)

"Nine times a night, I never know home. I have been to Chang'an Mo twice, and there will be tears in the sky." During the banquet, there were two Jinshi who had passed their forty years. The flowers are blooming in front of him, and the young man is full of vigor, and he sighs unconsciously. (This poem was also made by Meng Jiao)

The young servant standing beside Shui Rong had a slightly red face on Yubai's face, as if the white jade was covered with a ray of light.The gray-green servant's decoration was inconspicuous, and he raised his eyes to look at the people at the banquet from time to time.The crescent eyebrows were slowly frowned, but she didn't know how to make a choice, she turned her head and turned her gaze to the young servant who was standing silently far away.

The boy's face was dark and inconspicuous, except for a pair of watery eyes, which were like ripples in a pool of spring water when they turned lightly.After pondering for a moment, he held the tray in his hand as if he was going to put up the fine wine, walked up to the boy, handed the tray to him, and said in a low voice: "The smell of wine is three points, and the heart is the most sincere. Commenting on poetry papers, Know your temperament." After finishing speaking, he bowed his head and returned to his original position.

The young man seemed unable to understand the meaning of his words, he frowned but didn't dare to look back, so he brought up the fine wine and gently placed it in front of Shui Rong.Shui Rong raised his brows slightly and looked sideways at her, then put the wine glass in his hand on the table, and the young man took advantage of the gap in pouring the wine to say those sixteen words very quickly.Shui Rong looked at the crowd with a slight smile, and waved her back.

"Although this king is usually entangled in secular affairs, he is favored by many famous people in the country. There are quite a lot of high-ranking people in the mansion, and he has a little knowledge of poetry and essays. All of you here are Jinshi hand-picked by the sage, with literary talents. The insight is not uncommon. Today’s feast in Qionglin is not limited to writing casually, or quoting the sacred words of the predecessors, all with peach blossom as the theme.” The water-soluble eyes are like bright stars and clear, and the face is like a beautiful jade. The words are gentle and smiling Everyone stood up and said, "I would like to obey the words of the prince."

Talented scholars who can ascend to the temple are naturally very knowledgeable, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are talented.They already had Shi Wen's heart in showing ink, but now they heard Shui Rong's clear words, they couldn't hold back anymore, they took up the pens in their hands and swiped ink on the white paper.Only Pan Chengjun, the new top scholar, sat quietly, looking at the people at the banquet with a slight smile, as if he had a plan in his mind.

Shui Rong's faintly smiling eyes quietly fell on him, and the young servant in gray-green clothes beside him also looked up and stared at him curiously.I saw him drinking the sake in the glass, and just got up to hold the paper to spread the snow waves, but he didn't see a few red and white peach blossoms that were in full bloom, and he wiped them away.

After a while, everyone either wrote on the spot or quoted what their predecessors said, and they all transcribed them.A young eunuch had already accepted the submission, and saw that there was no intention of flattering it.Shui Rong smiled slightly, and only took out two of them, staring at the arrogance and respect of the second place in the new department, and said softly, "The heart is broken, the spring river is about to end, and the sticks are slowly standing on the Fangzhou. The crazy catkins go with the wind , the thin peach blossoms follow the water."

"Tao is pear blossoms or not. Tao is apricot blossoms or not. White and red, don't have the oriental flavor. Zeng Ji, Zeng Ji, people are slightly drunk in Wuling." The water-soluble handsome face has a faint smile, and the cold face has its own Without anger and prestige, he said lightly: "One is Du Gongbu's quatrains, and the other is Yan Rui's Rumeng Ling. They both quote the words of the predecessors, but it is appropriate for the situation."

The second-best man, Sun Changhao, with his arrogant long eyes, was cold and cold. Ni Xiang, the champion of the new division, Pan Chengjun, said with a sneer, "It's really hard to be elegant by quoting a poem written by a prostitute." He was originally the son of the prefect of Lizhou. But he didn't want to be subservient to Pan Chengjun, at this time he spoke with a bit of hostility and resentment.

"As far as peach blossoms are concerned, those who love them will praise them for their beauty and suit their families. Those who don't like them will say that they are frivolous and helpless, and go with the water." Pan Chengjun's delicate face is gentle and elegant, and he smiles lightly, as if he doesn't care at all. Disturbed by Sun Changhao's hostility, he smiled again and said, "Poetry is not judged by status. This poem is like a dream, so why not apply it?"

"Absurd theory. Yan Rui was originally from a humble background, how could her poems be included in the Qionglin Banquet? It is really embarrassing to say it, and it is also disrespectful to the love of talents that the Holy Majesty bestowed on this banquet." As expected, Sun Changhao was furious.Shui Rong was not surprised either. It was not difficult for Sun Changhao to see from his conversation that he respected Zhu Xi's achievements in Neo Confucianism, so he would naturally refute it wholeheartedly.It's just that he didn't expect that his tolerance was so narrow.Before becoming an official official, he is oppressed by the dignity of the sage. If he becomes an official in the future, it may not be a blessing for the people!

"Only because Tang Zhongyou's Yongkang School opposed Neo-Confucianism, Liushu impeached him. Without the slightest mercy, Huang Yantong ordered Yan Rui to be arrested and flogged her, intending to use severe torture to force Yan Rui to surrender Tang Zhongyou. I only pity Yan Rui, a weak girl who has endured such torture. She has lived and died several times. It is still said: As a lowly prostitute, if you indulge in abuse with the prefect, you will not die in the department; Although she is dead, she cannot be falsely accused. Wouldn’t we be ashamed of such a fierce and chivalrous woman? Although she came from a lowly background, she has a high moral character. I don’t think there is anything wrong with using her poems.”

With slightly raised eyebrows and a smile on his delicate face, he seemed completely devoid of anger, but he looked at Sun Changhao with a hint of sarcasm in that smile.Pan Chengjun's words turned Sun Changhao's face red with anger, but he couldn't refute it, and he hummed after a long time: "A woman's lack of talent is virtue, and it's only right to keep her clumsy and safe. Whores are better than prostitutes?" Unusual women are virtuous and obedient, so what if they are talented? They are just playthings."

Pan Chengjun showed a faint smile, he didn't talk speculatively, and he didn't intend to say anything more, and said with a smile: "Today, what the Lord of the North said was about peach blossoms, and there were no restrictions. The fallacy of this is like the theory of picking a wife, if it disturbs the interest of the prince, please forgive me." He bowed his hands and apologized to Shui Rong.Hearing his words, Sun Changhao was already filled with fear.Just now he was only thinking about arguing with him, but for a moment he forgot that the water dissolves in front of him, so he hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, and said fearfully: "I also ask the prince of Beijing to forgive me."

Shui Rong smiled faintly, and waved them to stand up. His eyes were as clear as stars on an autumn night, and there were layers of tenderness in his eyes. Thinking of Daiyu's cunning and cleverness when he debated poetry with him, he smiled slightly: "Woman Tong Literacy, but able to understand righteousness, such virtuous women will be higher than those who can't read big characters. Since ancient times, how many women have extraordinary literary talents, and how many men who have left their names in history make them feel ashamed?"

The boy standing at the bottom of the steps had clear eyes shining brightly, and he raised his head slightly, his watery eyes were like spring water throwing stones with all kinds of tenderness, and there was a gentle and warm smile that seemed to be absent in the corner of his mouth.The light in his eyes slowly slid across the young boy in gray-green clothes, flushed like a cloud, looking at Pan Chengjun's face shyly and timidly, pursing his lips and chuckling.

At this time, Sun Changhao only realized how big a mistake he had made. How could he forget that Prince Beijing's wife seems to be a rare talented woman.At this time, although Shui Rong's point of view was not harsh on him, it was enough to make him uneasy, his face turned blue and white, and he hurriedly backed away.

Shui Rong looked at Sun Changhao who was pushed down with a faint expression, turned to look at the smiling Pan Chengjun, and looked sideways at the young man in gray-green clothes, with a faint smile sliding across the corners of his lips.The retracted eyes turned back in an instant, squinting his eyes and looking at the servant standing under the steps, his figure was almost completely covered by the wide robe.Withdrawing his gaze, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly got up and walked towards him.

The figure that was getting closer and closer seemed to have an invisible oppression. The boy didn't know whether he was afraid or something, his head lowered lower and lower, and he only looked down at his toes.The boy in gray-green coarse cloth bit his lips tightly, wanted to speak but didn't know how to do so, fine beads of sweat dripped from his anxious forehead.