Chapter 240: Poetry in a Chicken Coop
The seven-day mourning period was over, and Yang Anxuan lived in a thatched cottage to observe mourning for his father and uncle, while waiting for the court's summons.
The house suddenly became deserted. Yang Anxuan was carrying a heavy filial piety and could not go out, so he practiced martial arts and studied in the courtyard every day.
More than ten days passed by, and Yang Anxuan seemed to be forgotten. Only Yin Dun and Yuan Tao came to visit from time to time.
On February 7, Yin Dun came to visit and brought a post from Langya King Sima Dewen.
"The prince invites talented people from all over the capital to gather at the foot of Jilong Mountain by Xuanwu Lake (it should be called Jiangling Lake at this time, the name Xuanwu comes from the Song Dynasty, for convenience), and specifically asks Yu to invite An Xuan to go with him." Yin Dundao.
To observe mourning and observe filial piety, one does not need to stick to the thatched hut, but one cannot go far away, spend the night outside, and drink and have fun.
Yang Anxuan was a little hesitant and said, "I'm afraid there's something wrong with being a fool and carrying a heavy duty of filial piety."
Yin Dun said: "It doesn't matter. There are many people in Beijing who bring Xiao to parties. Just stay away during the singing, dancing and feasting."
Seeing that Yang Anxuan was still hesitant, Yin Dun advised: "An Xuan, you have been in the capital for nearly a month, and there is still no sign of the court summoning you. I heard from King Langya that Xi Shangshu mentioned you in the court meeting. , Shangshu Ling (Sima Yuanxian) deliberately avoided talking about it."
Yang Anxuan frowned, not knowing why he went against Sima Yuanxian's wishes. Although he was determined to resign Ding You, he still couldn't do without the support of the court.
"An Xuan, King Langya is gradually being trusted by everyone in the court. With his status, he will definitely be above King Kuaiji in the future." Yin Dun said excitedly.
Yang Anxuan felt that there was nothing he could do if he waited in Beijing. The court would appoint officials in about half a month. If the court still had no explanation by then, he would have no choice but to help the soul return to its new life.
This Xuanwu Lake gathering initiated by King Langya may be an opportunity. Yang Anxuan looked calm. Since he decided to resign, he would simply act according to the opportunity and make some noise to attract people's attention. Even if he stayed, he would still leave a legend in the capital.
Seeing Yang Anxuan nodding in agreement, Yin Dun smiled and said: "On the tenth day of the lunar month, King Langya asked Yu to accompany him. Yu could not come in person, but Yu would send someone to pick up An Xuan. By the way, Brother Yuan was also invited this time. An Xuan might as well go with Brother Yuan."
"Butterfly Lovers" and "The Peacock Flies Southeast" were sung in Beijing, and Yuan Tao became a master of opera. He was deeply loved by prostitutes along the Qinhuai River, and literati would never forget him when they traveled and gathered together.
A friend in need is a friend indeed. During this period of time, my brother Yuan Tao was very busy and spared no effort to help. Yang Anxuan was very grateful and said: "That's great. Yu Hui will go with my cousin."
Xuanwu Lake is located to the north of Yanque Lake and Taichu Palace, covering an area of more than 100,000 acres. King Langya summoned scribes to gather at the foot of Jilong Mountain. Emperor Xiaowu built a pavilion and corridor between the mountain and lake, where they came to cool off in the midsummer.
It rained last night, and the ox carts made a crunching sound on the bluestone slabs. Cars and horses kept coming along the road, and the fragrant breeze was blowing. They were all scribes going to attend the elegant gathering.
Yuan Tao was a little excited. He raised the curtains and looked out. He exclaimed from time to time, "The one who rode over just now was Chu Ren." "An Xuan will introduce you to Brother Yu later. Master Fan has mentioned you to Yu several times"...
There was a smile on Yang Anxuan's lips. The characters that came out of his cousin's mouth were all descendants of aristocratic families in the capital. It seemed that his cousin was like a fish in water in the capital and had a bright future.
The bullock cart stopped at an empty spot on the edge of the mountain, and a servant came forward to fetch the bullocks. Yang Anxuan got out of the car and found that nearly a hundred oxcarts had been parked, as well as dozens of gorgeously decorated horses. Looking back at where he came from, the oxcarts were still coming continuously.
From the promenade not far away and from the pavilions and pavilions by the lake, the sounds of silk and bamboo, chatter and laughter could be heard. When Yuan Tao found someone familiar in the pavilion, he wanted to lure Yang Anxuan to meet him.
Yang Anxuan pointed to the sackcloth draped around him and said with a wry smile: "Cousin, I don't want to go and lose my joy. You go and go for a walk in the mountains."
Yuan Tao wanted to accompany Yang Anxuan, but Yang Anxuan said: "It's okay for my cousin to go. If you see Brother Yin, just tell him where Yu is. If King Langya wants to see Yu, he will send people to find Yu."
Jilong Mountain is so named because the mountain is round and shaped like a chicken coop. Yang Anxuan visited Jilong Mountain in his previous life and went to Jiming Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha.
At this time, there was no Jiming Temple.
Going up the mountain along the stone steps, you can see the birds singing quietly and the trees are luxuriant. It really deserves the reputation of chicken coop and cloud tree.
It rained heavily last night, and the mountain streams gurgled down the stone steps. Yang Anxuan saw no travelers all the way up the mountain. He thought he was waiting at the foot of the mountain to welcome King Langya.
There is a pavilion at the top of the mountain. From Yang Anxuan's independent pavilion, you can see the Xuanwu Lake in the distance like smoke shrouded in gauze, which is so beautiful.
Talking and laughing came from behind, the wooden clogs made a crunching sound on the ground, and the young man's joyful voice came, "Uncle Sixteen, I am stupid and like mountains and rivers. When I was in Qiantang, I searched for secluded places everywhere. This Jilong Mountain is surrounded by peaks. The old trees are towering and the scenery is really beautiful.”
"Ke'er likes mountains and rivers as much as Yu. After you reach the top, you can write a poem and let Uncle Wei see if you have made any progress."
"Uncle Sixteen specializes in poetry, and his landscape poetry is unprecedented. Today, my nephew will compete with his uncle to see whose landscape poetry is better."
"Hahahahaha, okay, Ke'er has extraordinary intelligence and is connected with the mountains and rivers, so he can be better than my uncle."
A dozen people climbed to the top of the mountain and were stunned when they saw Yang Anxuan standing with his back in the pavilion. The young man smiled and said: "I didn't expect that there are people who like landscapes as much as we do. I don't know who they are. Hey!"
Seeing clearly the linen clothes on Yang Anxuan's body, the young man exclaimed, "It can't be such a coincidence, are you Yang Anxuan?"
When Yang Anxuan heard the rude shouts behind him, he turned around and saw Xie Hun in the crowd at a glance. The two of them served as ministers in the East Palace and had been colleagues for a while.
Xie Hun was dressed in a fur robe, and his brown fur made his face look like jade, making him look even more handsome. Yang Anxuan secretly praised him in his heart, this boy is so handsome.
His eyes fell on the young man who made the sound. The young man was a head shorter than Xie Hun. He looked like he was underage and looked at him with excitement.
Comparable to Xie Hun's uncle and nephew, this young man should be a member of the Xie family. I just didn't know that he saw that he was slightly rude, maybe he admired his reputation.
Xie Hun frowned slightly, cupped his hands and said, "It turns out to be Taishou Yang. It's rude to leave my nephew. Taishou Yang, please forgive me."
There was alienation in his words. Yang Anxuan would never please this hollow jade tree, so he held his hands indifferently and said, "It turns out to be Brother Xie, who is rarely seen."
Everyone around Xie Hun looked angry when they saw Yang Anxuan's lax return of courtesy. A younger young man beside Xie Huan shouted: "Yang Anxuan, you are so rude, are you looking down on the Xie family?"
Yang Anxuan laughed dumbly and said: "What is etiquette? Is it polite to bow down to the Xie family? Yu is older than you, and he and Xie's consort are colleagues. As the nephew of the Xie family, you are shouting at Yu, is this etiquette? The Xie family is ordinary. Where is the family tradition of Qian Tui?"
A familiar saying made Xie Hui blush and become speechless.
Xie Hun took a deep look at Yang Anxuan and sneered: "Prefect Yang is so majestic that he uses the same methods to deal with the Qin people to intimidate my nephew and nephew of the Xie family? Don't forget, if I, the Xie family, had not defeated Fu Qin's million-strong army, How could today's singing and dancing bring peace?"
Yang Anxuan smiled and was too lazy to argue with those who were lying on the merit list of their ancestors. Turning sideways, Yang Anxuan looked at the mountain scenery by himself.
Seeing how arrogant Yang Anxuan was, Xie Lingyun said angrily: "Prefect Yang, I heard that you defeated the Qin army in Luoyang, and some people compared you to my ancestor Xianwu Gong. Ask yourself, can you compare to your ancestor?"
Yang Anxuan glanced at Xie Lingyun. This person was Xie Xuan's grandson.
Xie Lingyun saw that Yang Anxuan didn't answer, but looked at him strangely, and couldn't help but glance at his clothes. The color of the gorgeous dress and brocade robe is a bit bright, but it shouldn't surprise Yang Anxuan so much.
"Xianwu Gong is a unique and talented person who can't be matched by anyone in the world." Yang Anxuan said calmly.
Hearing that Yang Anxuan spoke highly of his grandfather, Xie Lingyun looked better and said, "A certain Xie Lingyun is the grandson of Duke Xianwu."
As expected, it was Xie Lingyun. Yang Anxuan smiled and cupped his hands, saying: "Disrespect, disrespect."
Xie Lingyun looked proud and said, "I have read Yang Taishou's "Little Window Quiet Sentences" and also read a few of your poems. I think you are quite talented."
Seeing Xie Lingyun's old-fashioned look, Yang Anxuan jokingly cupped his hands and said: "It's just a stupid thing."
The name is not worth mentioning. "
Xie Lingyun was so choked that he couldn't speak. Xie Hun said coldly: "Prefect Yang, my nephew is only fifteen years old, and he is not inferior to you in terms of talent and learning. Guest, please write a poem to invite this Prefect Yang Give me some pointers."
Yang Anxuan smiled, but he never thought that one day he would be able to "point" Xie Lingyun, who said, "There is only one stone in the world, Cao Zijian has eight buckets, I have one bucket, and the world shares one bucket." I wonder if today, if there is still an idiom in the world about "talent is great".
Xie Lingyun's eyes brightened, he waved his sleeves enthusiastically and walked a few steps. He stood in front of Yang Anxuan and chanted in a loud voice: "The cypress beams crown the southern mountain, the laurel palace shines in the northern spring. The morning breeze blows in the window, and the morning sun shines in the boudoir. Beauty Lying on the screen and mat, you can see beautiful orchids and beautiful flowers. The autumn is bright and clear, the pine atmosphere is beautiful, and the spring scenery is full of virtue."
Before Yang Anxuan could say anything, the Xie family members applauded loudly.
Xie Hun praised: "This poem comes from the ancient title "Mo Shang Mulang". In the poem, the mountain spring, morning breeze, morning sun, and pine orchid all show the aura of nobility and seclusion. It is in line with the modest style of my Xie family. It is very wonderful and wonderful."
Xie Lingyun glanced at Yang Anxuan, and his pride was beyond words.
Yang Anxuan made up his mind to pretend to be a wolf with a big tail, and said dryly, "Not bad."
Hearing Yang Anxuan say these two words in a nonchalant manner, Xie Lingyun felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him, not to mention how depressed he was.
Xie Lingyun said enthusiastically: "Prefect Yang, please also make a song "Not bad". "
Yang Anxuan waved his hand and said calmly: "That's all, there is no poetry today."
Xie Ling was so lucky that smoke came out of his seven orifices, and he suppressed the fire and said: "Poetry is the voice of the heart. In such a good situation, how could there be no poetry? Governor Yang is afraid to speak out."
Yang Anxuan smiled at Xie Lingyun's provocative method and said, "The path to poetry is mostly innocent moaning after a full day of eating. It doesn't matter if you don't moan."
This sentence not only made Xie Lingyun angry, but also Xie Hun became angry and shouted: "Yang Anxuan, if you are too timid to write a poem, then it's okay, why are you so rude? If you can't write a poem today, you are insulting me." Family, how can Xie give up and let you go?"
A scribe outside said coldly: "This Governor Yang has not done anything new for a long time. I'm afraid his talent is exhausted."
Another person mocked: "I heard that the poems written by this Governor Yang were bought with money. Do you know whether they are true or false?"
When Yang Anxuan saw that the hatred value was full, he laughed loudly and said: "Since you are so hard to deal with each other, Yang will recite a poem."
After pondering for a while, Yang Anxuan said: "Last night it was windy and rainy. I was lying in the thatched cottage, thinking about my life experience, and I came up with a poem. Please bear witness to it."
"I don't feel sorry for myself when I live in a thatched cottage in the cold, but I still think about guarding the turret for the country. I lie down at night and listen to the wind and rain, and I dream of the iron horse on the glacier." The sound is like gold and stone, and the mountain wind plays it, stirring in the valley.
Yang Anxuan cupped his hands and strode down the mountain. Everyone on the top of the mountain was silent. Xie Lingyun looked at Yang Anxuan's back, feeling ashamed and annoyed, and kicked off the teeth of the wooden clogs on his feet.
