In the morning light of light rain, I can smell it on the leaves for the first time.
The mist spreads on the ground, and the wind swirls with the clouds.
After the moonlit night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, a light rain descended on the world with sobriety.
The scene of Chang'an Street is picturesque, and the half-lit lights in front of every house are like stars catching the tail of the night, burning the last stubbornness.
The streets of Chang'an are cool, but the people's hearts in Chang'an are boiling.
As in previous years, the morning market ushered in a boom, and the misty wine shops and tea stalls gathered the first batch of leisure travelers in Chang'an City.
After the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival, the wine shops and tea stalls are always lively, and everyone gathers to talk about what they saw and heard last night. This happens year after year, and it never changes.
What I saw and heard last night was nothing more than girls and poems.
People are still talking today. It seems to be the same as in previous years, but there are differences.
When friends meet, the first thing they always ask is: "When will the bright moon come?"
The person who responded would always smile implicitly and reply: "Ask the sky for your wine."
Afterwards, friends inevitably laugh at each other and hold hands, shaking their heads, completing the etiquette that should be expected when meeting in a secular world.
This sentence "When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine" overnight became a talking point among the people of Chang'an. If anyone couldn't answer it, he would definitely be laughed at.
Good poems are often found, but shocking works are not often found.
As for what kind of work can be called a shocking work, there have been different opinions before.
But after the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival, the world reached a consensus.
This sentence "When will the bright moon come" is the answer in the minds of the world.
Since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, there has never been a poem that has been so unanimously recognized by the world. No matter whether you are a nobleman or a poor family, whether you are a young man or a young lady, whether you are an official or a merchant, whether you are a rich family or a poor person, you can hear the last sentence "I hope people "For a long time, thousands of miles apart, we share the beauty of the moon", always showing an expression of horror and transparency.
At the lantern festival, Dongshi's performance is just a small scene of the entire lantern festival. Countless literati wrote their true feelings under the intertwining lights of the moonlit night. There are so many talented people in the world who left countless beautiful chapters last night.
But they were just born at the wrong time. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, they encountered the song "When Will the Bright Moon Come?" and helplessly became the companions of many stars in the sky.
There was only one word and one person in the conversation after this year's Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival.
Who is Bai Song in Youzhou? Who do you study under? Where do you live now? What is your age now? How does it look? Marriage or not?
One word, one person, created a wave of poetry that swept through Chang'an and spread throughout the Tang Dynasty. The Bai Song Dynasty never dreamed that the little mark he left on his desk would be spread throughout the world through the mouth of a little girl. , let alone imagine that a poem made the writing style of the Tang Dynasty more prosperous and accelerated the historical process.
The history that he was unwilling to change had already quietly changed since he wrote "When will the bright moon come" in the long river of history?
There is a storm brewing in the air that can sweep the world, but the person in prison is still unaware of it.
Bai Song rested all night, adjusted his breath carefully, and tried to keep his body in the best condition.
Because he had to prepare for the worst. If the current emperor really wanted to implicate innocent people because of a poem and was going to execute a group of them, then he would not sit still and wait for death under any circumstances.
The worst case scenario is to break out of Chang'an and wander around the world from now on, finding a place to live in seclusion in the mountains and old forests. It's not a bad life.
There was movement at the door of the interrogation room, and the three principal criminals cheered up.
It was Mr. Liu and Lu Xiaochen who came.
Both of them remained silent and stood outside the cell. A jailer accompanied them and brought them some good wine and food.
The food for the three of them in the Criminal Department was pretty good.
I thought that last night's food and drinks were just guillotine, but I didn't expect that such a sumptuous meal would be delivered to me this morning.
The three of them were a little strange.
Bai Song looked at Mr. Liu and asked seriously: "Sir, can you give us accurate information on whether we are dead or alive?"
Mr. Liu sighed: "Hey, you eat quickly. These wines and dishes are all entertained by me privately. As for whether you live or die, it depends on the wishes of the adults and the emperor, and the adults and the emperor are still waiting. What the people want.”
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At chen shi, Li Shimin woke up.
The palace maids and eunuchs gathered around to wait on her, just like in the past.
Li Shimin yawned, glanced at Eunuch Liu who was next to him, and asked, "Is that old guy still guarding outside?"
"Back to the emperor, he is here."
"You really just waited all night?"
"Master Yu stayed out all night and didn't move at all."
"Ha! This old guy doesn't even know how to give in until he dies!"
"Then now..."
"That's all, he has waited for so long, let him wait a little longer and call Changsun Wuji over to me."
In the Zichen Hall, Changsun Wuji hurried over, entered through the small door of the back hall, saw Li Shimin who had just finished dressing up, and knelt down quickly: "See the Emperor."
"Okay, tell me, what did the old guy say to you?"
"Back to the emperor, Master Yu wants me to intercede for Lu Yao. Master Yu said that Lu Yao is still a child, and we elders should give the child more opportunities."
Li Shimin was rinsing his mouth, spitting out the water with disdain, and said in a cold voice: "A group of rotten scholars, think that those who know a few words also know how to govern the country? They have a compassionate attitude all day long, pointing fingers at the world, thinking that they are neglecting their talents, so I It seems that he is just mediocre!"
"Master Yu is an old minister after all, and it is normal for him to be a bit pedantic. It is rare that Master Yu is so interested in a young junior. Why doesn't the emperor do a favor..."
Li Shimin's eyes widened, and he raised his hand and nodded at Changsun Wuji.
Changsun Wuji quickly stopped talking and changed the subject: "Master Yu also said that if the emperor is determined to punish him, he hopes that only Lu Yao can be killed so as not to harm innocent people. In my opinion, it is very rare that Master Yu has such a kind heart."
"Oh? How could this old guy be so kind-hearted? It seems that when a person is about to die, his heart becomes softer." Li Shimin shook his head, "That's all, let's see what is spread among the people in Chang'an City? If there is nothing wrong with the people, , then let those people go. If there is a lot of discussion about that poem, we will kill the lyricist Lu Yao and let the others go."
"Your Majesty is wise!" Changsun Wuji loudly raised his hand and took out a piece of paper from his sleeve with a smile, "I have something, please see it before Your Majesty."
Li Shimin frowned slightly and asked curiously: "What is so mysterious?"
"This is the most widely circulated poem among the people after the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival, a "Shui Tiao Song Tou" that the world has never seen before. This water tune tune is far superior to that of Lu Yao, and everyone in Chang'an City circulated it and discussed it. , I have also read it, it is truly a masterpiece that has not been seen in a hundred years! If there are lyrics before it, no one will care about Lu Yao's work. The emperor does not have to worry about disrupting the deployment of the Turks because of a poem."
"A miracle that has not been seen in a hundred years? Lord Changsun, are these words exaggerated? I see that you are here to be that old guy's lobbyist today. Are you talking so well just to let me get a lighter sentence?"
Li Shimin said, with a bit of disbelief, he opened the paper, looked at the poem and read it slowly.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine, I don't know..."
After reading the lyrics, Li Shimin gradually became serious, from disdain at the beginning to surprise, to shock and disbelief.
After just half a minute, Li Shimin read out the last sentence.
"Nung, moon and new moon……"
Li Shimin closed the paper again, and he was pacing in the hall thinking about it, feeling somewhat energetic.
"Okay! Okay! I have never seen a single poem in my life that can compare with it. I didn't expect that there would be such a talented and powerful person in the Tang Dynasty?"
Li Shimin thought about it again and asked seriously: "Who is the author of the lyrics?"
"Youzhou Bai Song Dynasty."
"Youzhou Bai Song?"
"A young man who went to Beijing to study is a rare talent." Changsun Wuji sighed with emotion.
"Youzhou Bai Song?" Li Shimin was still muttering, why did this name sound so familiar?
After thinking for a long time, Li Shimin suddenly realized: "I remembered it! The one with the white paper! He is also the old guy's student!"
Changsun Wuji was also quite surprised. He didn't know much about the lyricist. After all, it happened overnight. He didn't even know how the lyrics came out. How to understand the lyricist?
Unexpectedly, the lyricist was also a student of Yu Shinan?
First it was Lu Yao, and now here comes Bai Song!
"Yu Shinan's disciples this year are really hiding dragons and crouching tigers!"
Li Shimin thought for a moment and said, "I have given you a verbal edict to announce that Song Dynasty will come to visit you."
