Daoist Lin sister [Red House]

Daiyu looked at Yongyu with affectionate eyes, and said softly: "I also have a song, I want to dance for you. Do you want to watch it?"

The voice is still shy, but the eyes are burning and warm, burning Yongyu's heart like a fire, and he blurts out to say yes.

He had heard from Ying Miaoyang a long time ago that Daiyu's sword dance has the legacy of Aunt Gongsun.

"But," Yongyu looked around, but, wanting to enjoy Sister Lin's dance together with the "others" in the yard, inexplicably, for the first time, he came up with the idea that he would rather cherish himself with his broom.

But Daiyu seemed to understand his thoughts, she leaned slightly to his side, and said in a low voice: "They all think you are blind and incomprehensible, but—"

"But, I am the one who recognizes heroes the most!" Yongyu suddenly puffed up his chest, raised the corners of his mouth, Lang laughed, and said, "Master Minghui's neon clothes and feather dance are indeed beautiful. But, there was a book in the past St. Zhang Xu saw the essence of calligraphy after seeing Gongsun Da Niang dancing with a sword, and Taibai, a poet, became prospered in poetry when he saw the sword dancing. His writings were like gods and irresistible. Even the humble and respectful Du Gongbu Shang Fu was deeply moved when he looked back at the past. Qian, I can't help but write "Watching Gongsun Da Niang's Disciple Dances the Sword Weapon" to be handed down to the world..."

"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful woman named Gongsun, who swung her sword in all directions.

The viewer is as depressed as a mountain, and the world has been low for a long time.

Huo Ruyi shot nine sunsets, like a group of emperors and dragons flying.

Come like a thunderbolt, stop the wrath, stop like Jiang Hai condenses the light. "Du Hanqing didn't wait for Yong Yu to finish speaking, he stood up suddenly, and chanted in a manly voice.

Du Hanqing has a quiet temperament and a thin stature, standing facing the wind, like a single lotus leaning on a lake, where the breeze passes by, the tip of the lotus hangs down, shaking a pool of shimmering light.At this moment, she was wearing a long skirt, independent under the moonlight, and recited Du Fu's poems, and in an instant, she attracted the attention of all the audience.

After a short pause, Du Hanqing saw that everyone was looking at her, and even the emperor and empress seemed to be waiting for her to speak, so he slowly continued: "As the son of the world said, the sword dance is indeed famous all over the world. , leading the coquettish life alone. It’s just that it has been lost for a long time. Since the son of the world said so, could it be possible to dance for me?”

Du Hanqing didn't know that it was the weak and slender Daiyu who could dance swords, and mistakenly thought that Yongyu wanted to show off, so he took the initiative to intervene, setting up a stage for Yongyu, thinking to himself that singing and singing together is also a wonderful story about wit and beauty.

It's a pity that someone would hand you a pillow when you were dozing off, and Yongyu was hoping that someone would entertain him, so that Daiyu's appearance would not be too abrupt, and he immediately continued: "Miss Du is ridiculously praised, this son does not have such a great talent. It's Sister Lin—" As she spoke, she bowed to Daiyu in a respectful gesture, and said, "She has the essence of Aunt Gongsun's sword dance, and she has great skills. I just don't know, my sister is willing to let me wait for ordinary people to open it. Do you have vision?"

A girl Du and a younger sister Lin are close and distant, and they are judged by each other.

Sure enough, Du Hanqing picked up a stone and smashed his own foot, the proud smile disappeared from his lips, he looked at Daiyu again and again with his eyes, always in disbelief that Daiyu's small body could dance the sword dance.

She didn't know that Aunt Gongsun was also a young woman back then, and she also had a graceful figure, and the rhythm and whirling of her body during tossing and turning, the ups and downs and rhythms of her body were charming eyes.

While everyone was talking, Minghui had been invited down from the court by Princess Yilan's orders. Now when she heard Yongyu say that Daiyu could dance swords far better than her, she couldn't control her anger. She stood up suddenly and said loudly: "Since the son of the world sent Na Lin..."

Minghui originally wanted to call Daiyu by her boudoir name, but after all, considering that there were still the emperor and empress and many outsiders on the stage, she gritted her teeth and changed her words, "Miss Lin boasted that there is no heaven and earth, and her dancing skills are so amazing that even the best-known skills that have been lost If she can get the essence, I will have to see her unique skills with my own eyes. However, if she just plays with a sword at will and bullies me, I have never seen a sword dance—" Minghui said He said, putting on a look of disdain, and continued, "The princess's ugly words have come to the fore, and then don't blame the princess for being the first to boo!"

"Well, may I ask the princess, what if I am lucky enough to dance the sword dance, or even slightly better than the dance of the princess Shicai, what should I do?" Daiyu didn't open her mouth until now, she suddenly got up and said.

Xiang Yun and the two Mrs. Shi Hou who were sitting opposite looked at him in surprise.

In particular, although Xiangyun knew that Daiyu was talented, she was also a smart person.But when she lived in Rongguo Mansion, she saw that Daiyu was quite cautious, she didn't like to fight with others, and she never confronted others like this for no reason.

Is it really because of the son?Xiangyun curiously looked at Yong Yu, who was standing beside Daiyu with a long body, but when he was looking, he felt a gaze around him, seemingly circling around him.Xiangyun hurriedly turned his head to look, but it was Wei Ruolan.

At this moment, everyone in the Imperial Garden focused their eyes on Daiyu, Yongyu, Minghui, and even Du Hanqing, but Wei Ruolan didn't look at anyone, but secretly looked at her.

Xiangyun remembered that the two families had made an agreement, and suddenly blushed, and stopped looking at Yongyu, but he also knew why Daiyu had such a change.

Just as Xiangyun thought.The reason why Daiyu was so proactive, even suspected of being provocative, was just to let Minghui back out.In terms of talent and appearance, Lin Daiyu is not only better than Minghui.

Ying Miaoyang lamented that Minghui was stubborn, and didn't understand that she had nothing to insist on seeing Yongyu.But Daiyu knew a little bit about Minghui's thoughts.She just thinks that she, Minghui, has the appearance of a fairy, is talented and beautiful, and comes from a noble background. She is the only one in the world who can match Yongyu, the "Baiyujing in the sky".

However, there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky.Minghui's world is too narrow!

As expected, Minghui was irritated when she heard what Daiyu said, and said without thinking: "Don't talk about it, if you dance the sword dance, if you can beat the princess by half, from now on, from now on..."

Minghui was talking, but Princess Yilan was beside her, constantly tugging at her sleeves, signaling her to calm down, don't be fooled by Daiyu's aggressive tactics.But it's hard to take it back. Now that Minghui has already let go, it's not so easy to take it back.

Sure enough, Daiyu saw her embarrassed face and didn't give her the slightest chance to flinch, and immediately asked: "What will happen from now on?" Afraid that Minghui was not fooled enough, she added, "Since the princess wants to gamble, Let's bet more elegantly. It would be too vulgar to bet on gold, pearls and silver, and it should be more serious if you don't call it the princess."

Hearing this, Minghui clenched her teeth, her eyes flickered, as if she was trying to figure out what kind of bet could be both elegant and important, her eyes slipped past Yongyu, and she suddenly said solemnly: "If the princess loses half a chip to you, From now on, brother Yu is yours!"

Coax—the whole house was shocked.

Listening to what Ming Hui said, this time, if she loses the competition, she will no longer chase after Yong Yu, and will she be willing to be an adult?Many young masters who had been interested in Minghui before were gearing up, hoping secretly that Daiyu would succeed and become a blockbuster, but it would be ridiculous to suppress Minghui's "arrogance".

There are a few things left to do, which is to wait for one party to make a fool of himself, or to witness a generation of strange dances, or to pay attention to a beautiful man, who will get the fun of it, who can resist it?

The fish are hooked!But Daiyu was not in a hurry, she waved her hand and said: "You and I bet, how can we do the business of the son? Fortunately, the Holy Majesty, the Empress, and all the concubines, clan relatives, adults, etc. are here, and you can testify, my lord. What the woman just said just now was just because she wanted to compete with Princess Minghui in skills for a while, and there was absolutely no intention of competing!" As she said, she cast a sideways glance at Yongyu, intending to "compete for a husband".

The two daughters are competing for husbands, if word spreads, Ming Hui is not afraid of shame, and her Lin family's reputation cannot afford to be tarnished.

Minghui didn't realize Daiyu's intention for a while, but the others started laughing.

Yongyu has long been tired of Minghui's stalking, and seeing Daiyu's actions, he is overjoyed, wishing that Daiyu would end immediately and compete with Minghui.It's just that he also knew that Daiyu couldn't bear the reputation of being a husband, so he forcibly held back and never interrupted. Struggle? It's just that I'm very eager to see Sister Lin's graceful sword dance, and I don't know if she may be wronged, so I will bet on it, and compare it?"

As soon as Yongyu finished speaking, Huo Qiong couldn't help laughing at the Nan'an County king's table.

"Good, you Meng Yongyu! You and Miss Lin, the abacus beading each other, singing and singing together, the poor honest princess was sold and still helped to count the money!" Huo Qiong whispered.

Huo Lin next to him heard it, and his face became gloomy again.

"Human Yazi" Daiyu heard Yongyu's words, smiled slightly, and replied: "My son is too modest. Since this is the case, the little girl should be respectful rather than follow her orders. If I lose, I dare not say that I will hand over my son to others, and I will only do it from now on." It's okay to see you without a face." After saying that, he shook his clothes and stood up.

Daiyu's attire today is half-armed with a long skirt, a corset and a shawl. Although it's not very suitable for sword dancing, it's okay.However, when entering the palace for a banquet, she is a woman, so naturally she cannot carry a sword.The so-called sword dance, how can you dance without a sword?

When entering the palace for banquets, even military officers cannot wear swords.The sword of Ouchi's bodyguard is heavy and sharp, big and long, half as tall as Daiyu, and it doesn't look good in the hand.

Yongyu used to have a portable sword, which was made like fish intestines, but it was more than a foot longer than fish intestines. It could be used as Daiyu's weapon, but he was not with him.

Daiyu was fine, but Yongyu remembered that Daiyu didn't have a sword, and was afraid that she would make a mistake in her dance, and the two would never see each other again.

Seeing his appearance, Daiyu burst out laughing, pointed to the Hechi in the north and said: "A good calligrapher does not choose his brush. Today I am dancing a sword dance. Although I don't have a sword in my hand, I have a sword in my heart. I will also trouble my son to break it." One willow branch from generation to generation."

"Wonderful! The meaning is the sword first. Although I haven't seen Miss Lin's dance, but after listening to Miss Lin's words, my son is sincere!" Huo Qiong stood up abruptly, clapping his hands and praised.

It is obvious that Minghui's dance is well prepared, whether it is clothing or music, all are carefully prepared.On the contrary, Daiyu was just doing what she wanted, and challenged at will, if she wins again, Minghui would really have nothing to say.

Even the emperor nodded secretly.When others saw it, they naturally agreed.

Before Daiyu could dance, she surpassed Minghui in momentum.

While everyone was applauding, Yongyu went to the edge of the pool to break the weeping willow branches and gave them to Daiyu with both hands.

Daiyu took the willow branch and flicked her wrist seemingly casually. The willow branch seemed to be given life.

And Daiyu's movements are so fast, it's like turning a willow branch into thousands of branches.Or, it is not that the willow branches have become thousands of branches, but that Daiyu is the Avalokitesvara with thousands of hands waving.

Among the people present, there is no shortage of famous officials with great talents, and there is no shortage of entertainers with unique style. For a while, no one can see how Daiyu has done it.

And this is just a start for her.

Now that the matter has come to this point, even Ming Hui realized that she had been fooled by a traitor, but it was too late to regret it.

"This is the spirit snake style. General Pei went out to fight, and he did it in the opposite way. He predicted the enemy's opportunity first, struck the grass to scare the snake, and slammed it first." Daiyu chanted while dancing, and the sword dance was the most attractive dancer The eye-catching and fierce "General Pei is full of momentum".

In addition, Daiyu combined dance performance with the art of war. She swayed quickly and danced all over the field. She also explained the method of formation and the advance and retreat of the enemy and us. This is her original creation.But it makes the viewers not only pleasing to the eyes, hearing it, but also thinking about it, making it even more thrilling and fascinating.

Suddenly, Daiyu's hand holding the "sword" was originally pointing to the west, and following her, everyone followed her to look to the west.However, Daiyu's footsteps suddenly changed, speeding up, "thump, boom, boom" on the flat ground, her footwork was so fast that the double shadows were colorful, as if she was crossing the sky.

When the heads of the spectators were still facing west, Daiyu rushed to the east under the throne like lightning.

The "blue light" flashed, and the willow branch and sword flew away.The sword pierced the sky, and with a scream, it stabbed straight at the emperor sitting on the throne.

"Escort!" Swipe, the guards standing next to him were also fascinated, they drew out their swords one after another, scrambling to block the blue-light sword.

Crackling!There was a sound of metal and iron clanging.All the swords of the guards in the palace hit the air, and they collided with each other instead.

"This is the sound of the east and the west." The guards in the palace were still looking around in confusion, not knowing what happened, but Daiyu turned back to the middle of the courtyard, the willow branch was still in her hand, and chanted softly.

"Pull first and then lure, when it's in chaos and there's no time to worry about it, you can go straight to the yellow—" It's inconvenient to say the dragon word, Daiyu just made a mouth shape, and suddenly her body spun on the spot.

At first glance, Daiyu's whirling is quite similar to Ming Hui's previous dance of neon clothes and feathers.However.If you look carefully, you can see that the two of them are charming, while the fierce;

Like a whirlwind, like a thunderbolt, the sound of willow branches splitting the air is hissing and ear-piercing.Great wisdom is like foolishness, and great sound is rare.Fast to invisible, reversed and slowed down.

When Daiyu danced to the extreme, all the observers from three sides at the same time saw her pink face from the shadow of swords all over the sky.

No longer young and young, she turned out to be a majestic treasure.

"It's Avalokitesvara, it's Avalokitesvara!"

"Sure enough, the Bodhisattva is here!"

"Amitabha, the gods are manifested, and the heavens bless you!"

For a while, everyone shouted as if they were bewitched.

The expressions of the two saints on the throne also changed drastically.

"Dang—" There was a melodious and long chime sound, suddenly like the black clouds overwhelming the city, once it dissipated, the moonlight shone brightly on the earth.

Everyone's ears were buzzing, and it dawned on them that when Daiyu danced, there was no music accompaniment.But their ears were clearly full of gold and iron horses, swords and horses neighing, all kinds of sounds of killing and killing were like thunder piercing their ears, they couldn't help rubbing their eyes and shaking their heads.

After a long while, all the confusion in front of everyone's eyes dissipated, and when they looked again, Daiyu had stopped dancing at some point, pinching the orchid formula with one hand, holding a willow branch with the other, standing quietly in the middle with her eyebrows lowered and her smile on her face.

Although it is not Avalokitesvara, it is a Bodhisattva in white, holding willow branches, and rain and dew sprinkle the world.

The crescent moon broke through the clouds, the Milky Way sprinkled the nine sky, and the clear light sprinkled Daiyu all over her body, like a holy light.

Extremely dynamic to extremely quiet, but in the blink of an eye.

"Amitabha. General Pei went to war, and once he succeeded in the battle, his bones would perish. I am the only Buddha who is merciful, sees pity for the common people, stops fighting and cuts off troops, and believes that the right way." Daiyu proclaimed the Buddha's name, drooping her eyes and nodding her head.

Quiet.

silent.

From the Son of Heaven to the Hundred Officials,

From generals to women and children,

the most honorable and the most humble,

Yangchun Baixue and Xialiba people,

The ultimate silence proves that all beings are equal before enlightenment.

For a long time, without hearing the sound of people or the singing of insects, after Daiyu danced, it seemed that even the wind and the clouds did not move.

Everything has a feeling.

It just so happened, God made it beautiful. "Boom—" There was a loud thunder!

Covered by the thunder, several snake-shaped lightning bolts struck down in the sky, rushing towards the face in an instant.

"Ah!" The crowd just woke up from a dream and ran away one after another.

There was chaos in the garden.

But Daiyu lightly moved her lotus steps, walked back to Yongyu in an unhurried manner, pursed her lips and smiled softly, and asked softly: "So, is it possible to see you again?"

But Yongyu pretended not to hear it, and suddenly walked around Daiyu, grabbed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that Du Hanqing who was sitting next to him didn't know when he had prepared, and with a splash of ink on the messy table under his eyes, he wrote Zhang Xu, the sage of grass, in one breath. "Stomach Pain Post".

"Sudden stomachache is unbearable. I don't know whether it is caused by cold or heat. If you want to drink rhubarb soup, both hot and cold are beneficial. What should I do? It must be cold."

After posting the book, Yong Yu ignored the lightning and thunder in the sky, and saw that the rainstorm was approaching, he held up his own ink treasure with both hands, and when he threw the pen indulgently, the ink dripped and stained his hands and body, and he looked like a maniac, shouting loudly: "Happy! Excitement! My stomach hurts unbearably, it’s not cold! It’s not cold! I’m so happy, so passionate, I want to burst out of my stomach! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain kills me!”

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After a while, the thunder and lightning stopped, and the heavy rain finally did not come.

The scattered crowd returned to their seats again, but no one spoke.

Ming Hui sat at the end with her head buried, her head lowered, almost buried under the table.Just now Daiyu performed a sword dance, and she was fascinated at first.At one moment he thought he was a general of all battles, at another moment he turned into a thin snake whose tail was slapped in the grass, at another moment he turned into a weeping weak girl, at another moment he turned into a kind-eyed flying fairy, at one moment he was in the sky and at another moment he was on the ground, success or failure in a blink of an eye , Lost my heart early.When Lei Ming came, she didn't care about her appearance, and went directly under the dining table, her clothes were covered with mud, and her face was completely ashes.

Not only was he a loser, but he was completely defeated. From then on, he never dared to dance in front of others.

"Superb! Superb! It turns out that this is the sword dance! Sensing the world, it has the power to cry like ghosts and howl!" It was the empress who turned around first, stood up uncontrollably, and clapped her hands in praise.

"The queen's empress praises her absurdly, and my courtiers are ashamed. Instead, they show off their petty tricks in front of the sage, so as not to pollute the sage's eyes. Besides, there are frequent thunderstorms in summer, but it's just a coincidence." Daiyu replied modestly.

"No, no!" The empress shook her head stubbornly and said, "If it's an ordinary thunderstorm, how can it disturb your majesty, this palace, and all the civil and military officials? It's really Yu'er, your sword dance. The principle of time and all things, there is such a vision. Does your majesty feel it?"

The emperor was questioned by the empress's name, and he came back to his senses at this point. He also nodded and praised: "That's right. The sword dance of Lin Hai's daughter is indeed not worthy of the reputation of Grandma Gongsun. The demeanor of the ancestors can only be recalled, but in my opinion, this girl Zhijian Wu, it can be said that the blue is better than the blue. The little girl has such a hill in her chest, and the man should be ashamed."

So far, the victory or defeat is clear at a glance, and the ending of the dance has been concluded.

But everyone still felt something, and listened to the hadith again, stopping their cups and throwing their chopsticks one after another, unable to eat.Only Lin Ruhai and Ying Miaoyang are better, after all, they have seen each other before, and they can still control them.

Seeing Daiyu dancing, Ying Miaoyang was dripping with sweat, so she quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe with her.Only then did Yingchun wake up and help out.

Only idiot Yong Yu stared blankly at Dai Yu, as if he was still recalling in his mind the description of Yi Renyue lowering his eyes and pronouncing the Buddha's name.

"Ahem, Miss Lin's sword dance is indeed a unique skill. But—" Du Hanqing somehow stood up again, coughed twice, deliberately prolonging his tone, and started talking.

It's just that everyone is still reminiscing about it, and there is no one to take it for a while.

Du Hanqing looked around, knowing that if she couldn't win back at this moment today, then the leader of this year's Hundred Flowers Banquet would definitely fall to the Lin family.

No matter how good the sword dance is, it's nothing more than a knack for obscenity, how can it compare to having poems and books in the stomach and being full of energy?

Du Hanqing claimed to be rich in knowledge and did not let men. Although he heard Daiyu explaining the war strategy with his own ears, because he was not proficient, he thought that others were just talking about war on paper and didn't take it to heart.

She lost in dancing, so she has to win back in calligraphy and painting knowledge.It just so happened that Yongyu felt Daiyu's sword dance just now, and wrote a cursive "Stomach Pain Poster" by Zhang Xu, the sage of cursive, in one go.She took this as an excuse to discuss poetry and books with Yongyu.

"However, I see Zhang Dian's "Stomach Pain Sticker" written in cursive script just now, which is expressive and understanding. It can also be said to have the momentum of 'Gods come out of Xiaohan, Xia Yun comes out of Songhua'." Du Hanqing said loudly.

"Zhang Xu is Zhang Xu, if you have to show off and call him Zhang Dian, don't the people here know the nickname of Cao Sheng?" Unexpectedly, just after Du Hanqing's words fell, someone responded with a sarcasm.

It was Huo Qiong.

She watched with cold eyes for a long time, and she was not used to Du Hanqing's self-confident and arrogant appearance, and she was also good at dancing, the whip technique in front of the palace gate was derived from dancing.This time, seeing Daiyu's sword dance, I felt a sense in my heart, touched the scene, and it also benefited my own dance skills, so I couldn't help but started to learn from Daiyu in my mind.

In Huo Qiong's mind, two young girls were singing or dancing, dancing happily, seeing each other and hating each other, when they were suddenly interrupted by Du Hanqing's words, how could they not be angry?Hearing that she never deviates from her old profession, she shows off her little knowledge everywhere, and her eyes are glued to Yong Yu's body, so she can't help but speak out what's on her mind.

"You!" Du Hanqing had never been humiliated like this before. His face was covered with frost, and he was about to be reprimanded, but after all, he cared about the large number of scholars on the field. He turned his head and said, "I won't talk to you reckless man."

But it is ironic that Huo Qiong doesn't like red makeup and arms.

Sitting at the banquet, Lin Ruhai saw that his teacher's beloved granddaughter was about to face her precious daughter, rolled her eyes, clapped her palms and said with a smile: "Today's Chinese Valentine's Day, the little girl in Weichen's mansion has the courage to perform a dance, and dress in colorful clothes to entertain relatives. There are many heroes in the boudoir, but there is no way out. Therefore, all talented women should try their skills for a while, show off their skills first and then beg for them, so that dirty men like me can also get the glory of the two saints and open our eyes."

Putting on such a big top hat gave Du Han Qingxian the excuse.

Sure enough, Du Hanqing gave Lin Ruhai a slight salute, and said with a slight smile: "So, Han Qing will show his shame."

After Du Hanqing finished speaking, some palace maids brought up a square table and put it down in the middle. The square table had already been covered with pens, ink, paper and inkstone.Du Hanqing stood behind the square table, rolled up his sleeves and raised his pen, staring at the empress and said: "It's a festive season, and there are two saints giving a feast. The whole world celebrates together. Hanqing is grateful for the kindness of the saint, and expresses his feelings. Sacred Fu, written in special."

After all, Du Hanqing wrote like a dragon, without thinking, and in the blink of an eye, he filled three pages of rice paper with eloquence.

Stopping the pen, lifting the paper, sucking the lips, blowing the ink, Du Hanqing's movements also have her rhythm, which is a feast of beauty.

Daiyu rested her chin on her left hand, smiled, and watched the play in a leisurely way.

The most annoying thing is Minghui, but seeing her now, she has completely given up, and she is afraid that she will never see Yongyu again.The disturbing flies disappeared, and the first time Daiyu danced a sword in front of people, the house was full of applause, which also attracted Yongyu's madness and obsession, and he was really happy.Even though Du Hanqing was bouncing around, Daiyu just ate and drank freely, and didn't take her seriously.

So is Yongyu.Du Hanqing is lonely and arrogant, with no dust in his eyes, and never expressed any other intentions to Yongyu before. Naturally, Yongyu only regarded her as the granddaughter of Prime Minister Du Ming, and nothing else.

Therefore, when Du Hanqing wrote a fu and sent it to the Holy Majesty, and when the eunuch read it out, Yongyu just sat on his own seat, with his left ear going in and his right ear coming out, imitating Daiyu, bored, looking back with his chin she.

At the other end, Qingliu, many civil servants present, were amazed and applauded.

The emperor also personally bestowed a sentence "good writing is better".

Du Hanqing nodded slightly to thank her, like a breeze blowing, Niao Na retreated to her original position.

Then other talented women stood up, ready to make a show of their shame.But Du Hanqing suddenly raised his wine glass and said to Yongyu: "It has always been difficult to meet an opponent in chess, but it is rare to meet a bosom friend in wine. The "Stomach Pain Post" written by Shizi just now is chic and romantic, like the ocean. "Holy Fu", but feel ashamed. I have to drink this grape and wine, borrow flowers to present Buddha, and express my heart."

Du Hanqing's words were twisted and turned, but her original intention was to compare her "Ode to the Two Sages" with the works handed down by Cao Sheng.And in the name of drinking together, Yongyu was tempted to answer.

Yongyu had a full drink, and on the surface it was that the two calligraphers admired each other, and their bosom friends drank together. In fact, they accepted the love of the most talented woman in the capital.

And even if Yongyu doesn't drink, it's just a disapproval of the words that the two meet each other, it has nothing to do with any intention or love.

Changing love from palace flowers to fine wine is actually just a change of soup but not medicine.But Du Hanqing's actions did not hurt her face, but also made her appear elegant and generous.

It's not like Minghui, who is very fanfare and doesn't leave any room for it, and ends up making people laugh.Compared with her, Ming Hui is as stupid as a pig.

Daiyu put down her silver chopsticks when she heard the words, frowned slightly, and couldn't help but slander: "That idiot, is he really so good?"Why do mad bees, waves and butterflies like him?

It's not obvious on the surface, but the jealousy in my heart is turned upside down.

Ying Miaoyang went to look at Lin Ruhai, and asked with his eyes: "Why is Du Hanqing also here to interfere? Does Du Zaifu know?"

Lin Ruhai shook his head slightly.Du Ming had already conveyed to Lin Ruhai what he said about testing the Sacred Heart that day.Since he said that in front of the Holy Master, it is absolutely impossible to instruct his granddaughter to compete with Daiyu for Yongyu again.It can only be said that this is all Du Hanqing's own idea.

"Female college students are not allowed to stay." Lin Ruhai secretly responded to Miao Yang.

Sitting next to him was Du Ming, the elder of the three dynasties, the prime minister who did not change his face when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, seeing his granddaughter's actions at this moment, he shook his head in worry.

"Stay, stay, stay, become enemies." The old man muttered to himself.

Over there, Yongyu in the center of the vortex also has a head as big as a bucket.Why do the young ladies who usually walk only two doors away from the gate, and it takes half a day to walk a zhang, express their emotions, each of them moves so fast, even the young princes who are skilled in bowing and horses can't catch up with them.

Looking at the moon in the sky, half of the Hundred Flowers Banquet is over, Yongyu has long prepared the palace flower to give to Daiyu, but before he has time to take it out, he himself is approached several times to express his affection.

If he didn't think that Daiyu was not the kind of petty, jealous, and suspicious person, he might have jumped into the lake in a hurry.

Daiyu: "Whoever said that I am not petty, not jealous, not suspicious, this rotten peach blossom, if you don't snuff it out as soon as possible, this girl will expose your plaster!"

Yongyu thought to himself, and turned to look at Daiyu's expression.But seeing Yi Ren's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, her cheeks bulging and her lips raised, she was staring at him angrily, and the above long string of words flashed through her mind in an instant.

Shocked, Yong Yu hurriedly stood up with the wine glass in his hand, and because he got up too hastily, he spilled half of the wine in the glass.

On the opposite side Du Hanqing saw his move, raised his eyebrows slightly, and cast a contemptuous glance at Daiyu.

Even Minghui, secretly looking at Yongyu, was taken aback by his reaction.

But Daiyu has nothing to do, playing with the wine cup in her hand, waiting for Yongyu to answer.

"Ms. Du's talent spreads far and wide. This son is ignorant and incompetent, so I don't deserve the name of a girl's confidant. Besides, I am a layman, and there is no limit to wine tasting, even village wine is intoxicating." Yongyu imitated the old master, shaking his head and said .

"Heh—" Daiyu didn't turn her head, she couldn't help laughing just thinking about Du Hanqing's expression at the moment.

Immediately, a slash flew towards the back of Daiyu's head.

But Daiyu didn't pay any attention to it, she just raised her head and smiled brightly at Yongyu who was opposite her.

Seeing Daiyu's smiling face, Yongyu knew that she had understood his intentions, and continued loudly: "However, Miss Du's actions have reminded my son. Speaking of wine, there is a poem in my straw bag. Which talented woman can pick it up first."

Speaking of this, Yongyu paused, took out a palace flower from his bosom, and said to Daiyu: "If it's a younger sister, no, who can be the first to answer the poem of my son, not just this glass of wine?" , even this palace flower, this son will give her as a gift."

"Oh? Dare to ask my son, what are the lines?" Du Hanqing boasted that he was proficient in Tang poetry and Song poetry, and he was not afraid of comparing poetry. Hearing the words, he raised his head and chest, and spoke first.

But Yongyu didn't answer her, only looked at Daiyu affectionately, and said slowly: "Maochai can cost a bucket of money for a hundred dollars, please continue the next sentence."

"What?" Du Hanqing hurriedly asked.She obviously heard those seven words, and immediately searched her mind, but she only felt that her mind was empty and white, and she couldn't think of anything for a while.

Not only the beauties, but many talented people here are also thinking about it.It's just that this line of poem is unremarkable, it's definitely not a famous masterpiece, it's mindless, and it's difficult for everyone to find it in a sea of ​​poems.

Xiangyun was quick-witted, and couldn't help thinking about it in his head, but he didn't see the following, and instead said a few words to himself, which couldn't help being funny.

On Daiyu's side, Ying Miaoyang simply gave up thinking, and only destined her beautiful eyes to Lin Ruhai, to see if he knew.

Lin Ruhai stroked his long beard, rolled his eyes, and suddenly looked at Daiyu and smiled.

Seeing Daiyu standing up, with the wine glass facing Yongyu from a distance, her eyes met, she paused and said: "Jingchai and Baitou grow together."

"In the Southern Song Dynasty, Yu Liangneng's "Sitting in a straight house on April 29, reading the valley and imitating the east slope to make thin wine [-]", the last two sentences, Zhongshan is drunk for a thousand days, and Wen Jun is far away from the mountains to quench his thirst.

It's not as good as Mao Chai, who can get a fight for a hundred coins, and Jingchai, who has a long hair and a long hair, stays with him. "

After Daiyu finished speaking, she and Yongyu agreed to have a full drink.

"Hey." Du Hanqing clutched his heart, his face was pale, and he took a step back in disbelief, almost kicking Xiudun behind him down.

how come?How could it be that Lin Daiyu answered first?She also knows this poem, and once laughed at the poet's shallow writing skills, and dared to mention it with the literary giant Su Shi, it is really beyond her capabilities.However, who would have thought that she could not think of it for a moment when it was used today!

Du Hanqing held her breath in her heart, she couldn't go up, she couldn't come down, she felt that her fame was ruined once, and she would never have the face to go out from now on, which made her complexion turn from white to blue.His thin body swayed with the wind, looking precarious.

Du Ming was at the side, seeing his beloved granddaughter defeated, he got into the wrong place, heaved a long sigh, and waved his hand to signal his daughter-in-law to help Du Hanqing down temporarily.

Finally, Du Hanqing also temporarily left the stage in disgrace.

Seeing this, the empress, who was sitting high on the throne in the middle, looked at each other and nodded.

The emperor raised his hand and said: "What a 'Maochai for a hundred coins, and a Jingchai with a white head to keep it together'. A man with a talent and a woman's appearance is a match made in heaven. Today I am the beauty of an adult, and I will return to the age of the moon. The precious daughter pointed out to my great-nephew Yongyu, what do you two lovers think?"

Lin Ruhai and Prince Xian looked at each other, got up from the table at the same time, walked to the spot under the throne and stood still, bowed and thanked him: "Your Majesty's imperial decree bestows the marriage, I am very grateful!"

Immediately afterwards, Ying Miaoyang and Princess Xian brought Daiyu and Yongyu to the front respectively, and then kowtowed to express their gratitude.

Over there, a little eunuch brought a blank imperial decree.Rarely, the emperor was in a good mood, holding the imperial pen in his own hand, a few strokes in the dragon script, and a big hand, took the jade seal presented by the empress empress with both hands, and used the seal on the spot.

Under the seal of the jade seal, from then on, the life and death contract is wide, and it is said with Zicheng.

Daiyu and Yongyu put their heads on the ground, but their eyes looked directly at each other.

"It's fixed! It's fixed!"

"Well, it's fixed! It's fixed!"

There is a tacit understanding between each other, the face is full of red clouds, the heart between the brows, and there is no one else to go to.

Xiangyun and Huo Qiong took the lead, Yingchun was the backbone, and everyone applauded.

In an instant, the sound of applause and blessings penetrated the canopy.

Daiyu and Yongyu made a good start, and then the noble ladies of each family came on stage one by one, showing their talents.They also made an appointment to beg for artful blessings, and played all kinds of begging artful games, such as colorful spiders fighting for artifice, and silk threads to find love, what a joy to play!

And when others were not paying attention, the sons and daughters of several families made up their minds with each other, exchanged palace flowers, and went on their way.Among them are Xiangyun and Wei Ruolan.

Daiyu and Yingchun were happy for Xiangyun. The three of them held hands and danced around.

The palace flowers of Yingchun were not given away, so they were pinned at the temples, and together with Daiyu's begonias and Xiangyun's peonies, they made a feast of flowers.

Later, Huo Qiong joined in.

Daiyu caught a glimpse of a new crape myrtle flower on Huo Qiong's temple, but she didn't know who gave it to her, and asked in surprise: "Miss Huo also—"

Huo Qiong rarely blushed, nodded slightly, pointed to the young man with a weak crown under the crape myrtle tree in the distance, and said: "It's him, Chen Yejun."

Daiyu and the other three rushed to look at each other, only to see under the shadow of colorful flowers, the young man was independent, and pinned to the chest of his blue shirt was a crape myrtle flower in full bloom.

"There are a lot of flowers, and I only love Ziwei. That guy is quite caring. He stood under the tree all night to feed mosquitoes, for fear that I would miss him. So I have to take advantage of him." Huo Qiong's tone was full of helpless dissatisfaction Reluctantly, but uncontrollably, the corners of the lips are raised, and the corners of the eyebrows and eyes are like Daiyu and Xiangyun, all of which are girlish and affectionate.

Seeing this, the other three laughed loudly, motioned to each other, raised their fingers together, and shaved in unison to humiliate Huo Qiong.

No matter where Huo Qiong is willing to be, chasing the three of them will tickle them.

Four celestial-like girls quarreled together, and silver bell-like laughter rang out from far away.

Over there, the young men who looked at their wives and stones were driven to the other side of the garden after the flower-giving season. They could only watch the beauties in their hearts begging for clever blessings, playing and playing, tossing and turning, and thinking about it over and over again. Overcome the pain.

It wasn't until the first shift that the Qiqiao meeting ended, but the emperor had already left the meeting early on the pretext of being busy with state affairs, leaving only the empress and empress to take the high seat.

Seeing that the banquet is about to end,