Everyone was not in a hurry along the way, but it was quite interesting to walk among the mountains and take a closer look at the famous mountains and rivers.
Liu Yuan was both a warrior and a scholar, with a bookish spirit in his heart. When he saw famous mountains and rivers, he would always recite a few lines of poetry.
Late at night, a few people dismounted and walked, leading the horses slowly along the riverside. Seeing scattered lights flashing on the river, and there were still fishing boats fishing for a living, Liu Yuan felt something and couldn't help but chant:
"The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is filled with frost. Jiangfeng is fishing and fire is facing melancholy. Outside the Hanshan Temple in Gusu City, the midnight bell is ringing for the passenger ship."
here we go again.
Jiang Tianyi really wanted to stop Liu Yuan's mouth, but Liu Yuan's Qing Gong was too high. Jiang Tianyi tried several times but failed. In the end, I was really annoyed, so I had to put kapok in my ears. Although it couldn't completely isolate the sound, it was good to be quieter.
Zhang Mo was also very annoyed.
Every time he saw the beautiful scenery, Zhang Mo was cultivating a relationship with Gu Qingcheng. He didn't want to be interrupted by Liu Yuan every time. Zhang Mo endured it several times, but now he really couldn't bear it anymore.
"Brother Liu, can you stop being like a sour scholar and reciting poems every now and then? Besides, your poems are not suitable for the occasion. Where is Gusu? Where is the bell?"
Liu Yuan sighed softly: "Brother Zhang, it's hard to express your feelings without reading poetry when you see such a beautiful scenery. As for whether you should respond to the situation, what's the big deal?"
Zhang Mo rolled his eyes and said, "If you really want to express your feelings, then write a poem. Don't always read the poems of your predecessors."
Liu Yuan smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Zhang, I have little talent and little knowledge, and the poems I write are just limericks. It's better not to read them out to show your shame."
Zhang Mo didn't save any face for Liu Yuan, and said: "In that case, Brother Liu, then stop reading poems and be quiet."
Liu Yuan was not angry. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Brother Zhang, since you said you wanted to write a poem, why don't you write one now? It will also be an eye-opener for me."
Zhang Mo said with a smile: "I don't have this leisurely elegance."
Liu Yuan then laughed and said: "You don't, but Qingcheng may not."
Zhang Mo was startled and turned to look at Gu Qingcheng, only to see the most beautiful woman in the world looking at him lovingly. After just one glance, Zhang Mo's body had already softened.
"Qingcheng, do you want to hear me write poetry?"
Of course Gu Qingcheng thought.
Gu Qingcheng was Wang Rong's personal maid. Before Wang Rong arranged to fake his death, Liu Yuan and Wang Rong often drank and talked together. Sometimes they would naturally recite poems and compose poems. Gu Qingcheng listened beside him, and under the influence of his ears and eyes, he also became familiar with the poems. Quite interested.
Gu Qingcheng nodded slightly and said, "Mr. Zhang, can you compose poetry?"
Liu Yuan smiled and said: "Qingcheng, you shouldn't ask that. You should ask Brother Zhang if he is willing to write poetry."
Gu Qingcheng repeated Liu Yuan's words.
Zhang Mo held Gu Qingcheng's hand and said, "Since it's Qingcheng who said it, I'm naturally willing."
Zhang Mo thought for a moment, clapped his hands suddenly, and said, "Yes."
Liu Yuan was slightly surprised and said: "So fast? Brother Zhang, you are even better than Cao Zijian's seven-step poem."
Zhang Mo said with a smile: "What's wrong with Cao Zijian's ability to compose a poem in seven steps? He can write a poem as good as "The White Horse". If he can't complete a poem in seven steps, Cao Pi should kill him."
Liu Yuan nodded and said, "That makes sense."
Zhang Mo ignored Liu Yuan, looked up at the stars in the sky, and softly chanted:
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky with your wine. I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that it will be too cold in the beautiful buildings and jade palaces. When I dance to clear the shadows, it seems like I am in the human world.
"Turn around the Zhu Pavilion, lower the Qi household, and the light is sleepless. There should be no hatred, so why do we have to be reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is something that is difficult to do in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away. "
Su Dongpo's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" is just right when used here, but I feel a little sorry for him.
Zhang Mo read the last sentence and slowly hugged Gu Qingcheng, but Gu Qingcheng did not struggle and allowed Zhang Mo to hug her.
Liu Yuan didn't make a sound, he just kept chanting Zhang Mo's poem in a low voice, feeling extremely amazed in his heart.
Liu Yuan seemed to be pulled into the artistic conception. He was in a magnificent palace. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was in the fairy world or the human world.
Zhang Mo not only composed a poem with a thought, but also composed it so appropriately for the occasion. Compared with Liu Yuan, Liu Yuan was really ashamed of himself.
Jiang Tianyi and others didn't do much research on poetry, but listening to Zhang Mo's poem, one could tell that it was extremely well written. Seeing Liu Yuandu, who was once the second in the list, so distracted, he was extremely amazed.
It seems that Zhang Mo wrote this poem really well.
Gu Qingcheng slowly hugged Zhang Mo, leaned gently in his arms, and said: "I hope we will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart. Mr. Zhang, do you take this seriously?"
Zhang Mo said softly: "Of course I am serious. Qingcheng, I will not lie to you."
Gu Qingcheng raised her head and looked at Zhang Mo, smiling sweetly and touchingly. Gu Qingcheng said softly: "Mr. Zhang, is this poem written for me?"
Zhang Mo smiled and said, "Do you like it?"
Gu Qingcheng kissed Zhang Mo on the face with lightning speed and said: "Mr. Zhang, I like it very much, but I won't say thank you."
Zhang Mo's face instantly turned red, and Du Yuan also turned around and kept chanting "Amitabha".
Jiang Tianyi was very blind, coughed slightly and said: "Brother Zhang, Qingcheng, you two restrain yourself, we are still here."
Gu Qingcheng's delicate body froze, and she did not consider this. For a moment, she did not dare to raise her head to see anyone. She just hugged Zhang Mo tightly, closed her beautiful eyes, and pretended not to wake up.
If it were in front of outsiders, Gu Qingcheng would just kiss her, and she wouldn't act like a child at all. However, those were all appearances she put on. Gu Qingcheng was a seductress to the outside world, but in front of people who knew her well, she was just an untouched woman. She would naturally be shy when kissing her lover in front of them.
Pretending to pass out would be a good idea to at least escape briefly.
Zhang Mo couldn't laugh or cry. At this time, he couldn't pass out all at once. He could only hug Gu Qingcheng tightly and said, "Brother Jiang, you can also pretend not to have seen it."
Jiang Tianyi smiled bitterly and said, "I do. But I can pretend not to see it, but I can't pretend not to hear it. Even if I have kapok stuffed in my ears, I can still hear clearly."
Jiang Tianyi's cultivation level is too high, so the mere kapok is naturally useless.
Zhang Mo ignored Jiang Tianyi, looked at Liu Yuan, and said, "Brother Liu, what do you think of my words?"
Liu Yuan was willing to bow down and said: "Brother Zhang, this poem is enough to be passed down through the ages."
Zhang Mo said with a smile: "Brother Liu, thank you."
Liu Yuan looked forward and said: "Guys, there is a tavern ahead. We have the right to rest there. We will walk for a few hours at noon tomorrow and we will reach Bashan in the evening. Let's go."
When they saw that the tavern was not far away, they were not too anxious and walked leisurely. Zhang Mo, who was holding Gu Qingcheng in his arms, was also happy.
Bashan.
Isn't everyone's ultimate goal just Bashan?
