Before leaving Chang'an, Mrs. Cui planned to go to Yan's house in Changshoufang, so she summoned her two sons.
"Do you know what Sanniang is busy with recently?"
"The child doesn't know."
"This silly child has sorted out the scholarships of the past years to help her brother become a Jinshi. But you uncles and aunts don't want to think about it. What if Xue Bai becomes a son-in-law of another family after winning the Jinshi? Think of the group of shameless people in the Chunwei List. I am shamelessly snatching away the fruits of their hard work, but I am far away in Hebei, which makes people angry."
"Auntie, you must not say that!"
"You are a chronic son of a family. Is there any accurate way to tell you to judge someone's character?"
Yan Quanming hesitated when he heard the words, but Yan Jiming said firmly: "I understand Xue Lang, he is actually a self-respecting person, and he can be a good match."
"I'm afraid Twelve Lang considers him a close friend." Yan Quan said clearly: "Xue Lang is surrounded by makeup..."
"Shut up and look forward and backward. What have you accomplished?" Ms. Cui interrupted her eldest son's ramblings with a wave of her handkerchief, "There is not much time. I have to make a decision for my mother!"
"yes."
The Yan family brothers both saluted, and Cui made her decision and led the two handsome sons out of the hall, quite like the head of the family.
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When they arrived at Yanzhai in Changshoufang, Mrs. Cui immediately pulled Wei Yun over for a long chat. Finally, she said, "My sister-in-law and I have good taste in choosing a husband. How can we be bad in choosing a son-in-law? Since we are so fancy, Be decisive.”
"On the contrary, I am afraid that if it is too good, it will be a loss." Wei Yun whispered, "The child has become famous and has attracted the attention of saints and right ministers. How can the Yan family dare to fight for it?"
"What's wrong with the Yan family? A Confucian family with a reputation for generations, far longer than the Five Surnames and Seven Hopes. Girls from your family and I are willing to marry in. How can a daughter from the Yan family be inferior to a princess? Just in terms of education. It’s the difference between cloud and mud.”
"Having said that, talking about marriage before the bet is completed is too disgraceful to the saint." Wei Yun whispered: "Sister-in-law also knows that Xue Bai is currently rehearsing..."
Although Mrs. Cui looked down upon the royal daughter, she would not dare to disobey the saint. The saint happily made a bet, saying that if he won, he would get married. It was not appropriate for her to ruin the bet first.
Only a silly maid like Qing Lan is willing to sacrifice her life to protect her husband, but a famous family has to worry about the influence in all aspects.
"It's really annoying."
Seeing that Ms. Cui could not decide on the marriage of her adopted daughter before leaving, she could only give repeated instructions.
"This bet must be won. When he becomes a high-ranking official and then marries Sanniang, it will be complete. Your old man, Thirteen, probably won't pay attention to this matter. You should keep an eye on it yourself. If you miss Sanniang by mistake, For the rest of her life, even though she is thousands of miles away, she will still come to pick her up. From now on, she will just be my daughter, and you can’t even think about raising her anymore.”
"But although Xue Bai is good, it may not be that he doesn't have more..."
"Stupid." Mrs. Cui lectured: "If you only look at talent, appearance and character, there are other candidates. But why do you think I pay attention to him? Fortunately, you are still a mother. After all, you have never raised a daughter.
Two days later, the main residence of the Yan family in Dunhuafang.
Xue Bai and Du Wulang hid in the house with the Yan brothers last night and drank some wine. They became hungover and the Yan brothers were about to leave Chang'an.
"How about Twelve Master staying?" Xue Bai asked again, "With your talent, if you take part in the imperial examination, you will definitely enter the high school in two years, and your official career will be smoother."
"But I have a door."
"A real man should support himself, not rely on the protection of his fathers."
"My grandpa is in the field in Hebei and he needs my help." Yan Jiming checked his luggage and remained unmoved.
Du Wulang came over and took a look. He was very surprised and asked, "How come you have so many colored papers?"
"A gift from some young lady."
"Yan Twelve Lang can also lie." Du Wulang didn't believe it, "How could a reserved little lady write such a thing."
Yan Jiming glanced at Xue Bai, scratched his head, and packed his luggage.
"Let's go."
Several young people joined the team and headed east from Dunhuafang to Chang'an City. Along the way, Xue Bai and Yan Jiming walked side by side, talking quietly and explaining things.
"Xue Lang, you don't need to worry about me. On the contrary, you are in the whirlpool of the court, and everything will not go well every time. If you are in Chunwei High School, you should also try to escape, work hard and raise your hopes in the local area, and wait until you are strong. Return to Chang'an."
"Twelve Lang, these are words worth a thousand dollars."
"Words of a thousand pieces of gold?" Yan Jiming also met Yang Zhao twice and couldn't help but said: "The atmosphere in Beijing is really too exaggerated."
"After all, it is a prosperous age."
"Stop talking about this, come over here, I have something private to tell you..."
Behind them were the Yan family members riding a carriage.
Yan Yan also came to see her off today. She opened the curtain and looked around. She saw Xue Bai leaning over on horseback and listening to Yan Jiming whispering. She felt that this action was a bit dangerous. The man was really ignorant.
The next moment, Xue Bai turned around and glanced at her.
"Um?"
Yan Yan immediately glared at him and signaled him to ride well.
The little man's glance was clearly not impressive, but Xue Bai turned his head away from her glare and rode on silently.
Yan Yan was proud and waved her fist.
Wei Yun saw this scene in her eyes and recalled Cui's words in her mind.
After all, it was sent to Baqiao.
In the wine shop on the roadside, there are orchids selling wine and singers singing Li Bai's songs.
"Send me to the Baling Pavilion, where the Ba Ling River flows mightily. There are ancient trees with no flowers on them, and there are sad spring grasses below.
Du Wulang got off his horse, broke off a few willow branches, and gave them to the Yan brothers together with Xue Bai.
Yan Jiming was cheerful and laughed loudly and said: "If you can't bear it, Xue Lang can give me a poem."
"If we don't have those many poems, why don't we get together next time."
"Look." Du Wulang said, "He only writes poems for advancement."
Yan Jiming said: "But I don't know when we will see each other again."
However, Xue Bai was very determined and did not even feel sad about saying goodbye, saying: "I will definitely see you again."
The winter wind blows the willow trees in Baling, they have seen too many farewells.
The carriages and horses returning to the north left. After the commotion, the world and the mountains and rivers returned to calm. The snow covered the footprints on the ground little by little, and someone drove the horse slowly from the east.
This man was in his forties, tall and tall, dressed simply, with a serious face, but a look of sadness on his brows.
He walked alone through the official road and entered Chang'an City from Chunming Gate. He saw a prosperous scene in front of him. He was short of money and did not turn around to look at the orchids. The smell of wine and food entered his nose, so he took out a Hu Ji from his luggage. Eating the cake.
Walking all the way to Chongyefang, he asked for directions and groped his way to a small courtyard. He knocked on the door, but the person who opened the door was an unknown person.
"May I ask, does Mr. Dong Tinglan live here?"
"He's not here. We just bought this house a month ago. I don't know who I'm looking for."
"That…….."
The door of the courtyard has been closed again. The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment. He raised his eyes and sighed slightly at the streets of Chang'an. He took out the coins in his sleeves and counted them before leading his horse towards Chongrenfang.
When he was passing by a restaurant at the intersection, he heard the faint sound of music. His ears twitched, and he quickly tied his horse and looked into the restaurant. He saw an old man in his fifties playing the flute. He couldn't help but smile because of this. The old man is his good friend Dong Tinglan.
After the song was over, Dong Tinglan walked off the stage amidst the cheers and walked straight towards the middle-aged man.
"Hahaha, thirty-five years old, I haven't seen you for many years. I was planning to go to Songzhong, but you came to Chang'an!"
"Mr. Dong's music skills are even better."
In the restaurant, a young man in rich clothes heard the conversation between the two and stepped forward to salute and asked: "Gao Sanwu, who is good with Mr. Dong? May I ask, is it Gao Shiwulang who wrote "Yan Ge Xing"?" In person?"
"Exactly, Bohai Gao Shi, I have met my brother."
"Li Jiayou, the Li family of Zhao County, is a member of the family. She likes poetry and music the most, hahaha."
Li Jiayou was twenty-six or seventeen years old, with an enthusiastic personality and looked like a playboy. He asked Dong Tinglan to play the Hujia again and sing a song with Gao Shi.
But he said that he liked "Yan Ge Xing", but he did not sing it. Instead, he wanted to sing his own beautiful poems.
"A fifteen-year-old little girl is not as good as a double servant girl. A brief glimpse of her eyebrows can be worth a thousand pieces of gold..."
Gao Shi was so embarrassed that he reluctantly had wine with Dong Tinglan and Li Jiayou. It was night, but I was staying in the guest house of the Li family. It turned out that Dong Tinglan had been a guest in the Li family recently.
"I'll make you laugh." After returning to the house, Dong Tinglan packed up the musical instruments, "Li Shiyilang is a little informal, don't mind. I am also too poor and I don't have enough entertainment."
Gao Shi was only happy to meet him again, and said: "When I met Mr. Dong today, I suddenly felt something special and gave him a poem as a gift."
"Okay, I'm all ears."
Gao Shi thought for a moment and started chanting.
"Liu Fei Piao He felt sorry for himself. He left Beijing and Luo for more than ten years."
"My husband is poor and lowly, so I don't have money for drinks when we meet today."
This poem is about Dong Tinglan and his own situation. Both of them are sighing. But for a moment, he burst out laughing boldly, cherishing this friendship of "meeting without money for drinks".
After talking about the current situation in detail, Gao Shi asked: "Didn't Mr. Dong originally live under Fang Gong's family?"
"My father-in-law has been demoted." Dong Tinglan sighed, "It is very difficult for me to live in Chang'an, so I also plan to travel around, so I said I would go to the middle of the Song Dynasty to see you. Why did you come to Chang'an."
Gao Shi's face became serious and he responded: "Zimei wrote a letter to persuade me to become an official in the imperial examination. The letter mentioned that the fifth son of Chunwei had suppressed the atmosphere in the imperial examination at the beginning of the year. Did Mr. Dong hear about it?"
Dong Tinglan said: "More than just hearing about it, Fang Gong's external derogation is also related to this matter. Did you know that there is a person in Chang'an who has become famous in the past year?"
"I know that Zimei wrote the letter to persuade me to come to Chang'an to look for Xue Lang.
Dong Tinglan nodded and talked about these things in more detail...
He is a well-known violinist today, but unlike court musicians like Li Guinian, he was a late bloomer. He even became a beggar when he was young. He did not become famous until he was fifty, living in Fangguan's mansion as a doorman and serving guests. Performance.
During the Chun Wei incident, he actually appreciated the actions of Chun Wei's five sons who dared to fight for justice for the world's scholars, and Fang Guan also encouraged King Guangping to come forward. As for some subsequent events, he, a luthier, did not know the details. He only knew that Fang Guan was demoted because of the incident.
Therefore, Dong Tinglan had no ill feelings towards Xue Bai and believed that Fang Guan, a world-famous man, spared no effort in his official position to keep these young people. This is also the view of most people.
"Therefore, according to what I see, Xue Bai has no ability to influence the academic field. He is just lucky enough to have the blessing of his father-in-law first, and then the favor of Uncle Yang Guo."
"I see."
Gao Shi saw that Du Fu praised Xue Bai in his letter, and guessed that Dong Tinglan was a musician after all, so he responded: "Since I'm in Chang'an, I'd better go and get to know him.
"Okay." Dong Tinglan said: "Li Shiyilang is also going to participate in Tianbao's seventh year of spring. He also intends to pay a visit to Xue Lang recently. How about asking him to take you with him?"
"Hahaha, I guess the thirty-five-year-old is here for spring, and I really want to pay a visit to Xue Lang."
The next day, when Li Jiayou heard that Gao Shi wanted to see Xue Bai, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Among the five sons of Chunwei, Huangfu Ran and I are close friends. Find a time for you and me to go to his house. ,how?"
"Well, thank you very much, Shishiro."
"Eh, you're welcome."
Li Jiayou was free and uninhibited and waved his hand casually. He is the son of a rich man. Although he is courteous to a famous poet like Gao Shi, he doesn't care too much. Instead, he looked at Dong Tinglan.
"Mr. Dong, do you know that Xue Lang has been rehearsing an opera recently, which will be presented to the emperor for appreciation, how about we go together? Maybe Xue Lang appreciates your piano skills and gives you a chance to be enshrined in the palace.
"No, no need." Dong Tinglan declined quickly and said with a wry smile: "What the young man is looking for is sensuality. I have such an ugly old face, how can I get his recommendation?"
"I guess Xue Lang is not such an impetuous person."
"I'm old and don't have such enterprising spirit." Dong Tinglan obviously didn't believe it and waved his hand.
Gao Shi took the matter very seriously and advised: "Mr. Dong, should we go together? Although I live in the Liang and Song Dynasties, I have also heard Xue Lang's poems. I should not be a person who only cares about beauty."
After all, it was a friend he hadn't seen for many years who spoke, so Dong Tinglan reluctantly agreed.
Xue's house in Xuanyangfang was full of singing and dancing.
Xue Bai didn't live here, so he came here only once in a while. He was listening to Nian Nu explaining the music to him.
"The twelve laws, from lowest to highest, include Huang Zhong, Da Lu, Taicu, Jia Zhong..."
Facing such a stunning beauty's explanation, Xue Bai became more and more confused as he listened. Finally, when Li Tengkong came over and said that Li Yuetu had arrived, he stood up.
"Okay, let's learn these today and wait for me to digest them slowly."
"Here." Nian Nu wanted to continue teaching him and said with a smile, "Nu's family will take Xue Lang's test next time."
Xue Bai actually studied very hard, and became more and more aware of what music requires talent. However, this was what he had to learn in order to improve himself, so he had to smile bitterly and said: "You are really a good teacher."
He followed Li Tengkong to the hall and saw a young man with his hands clasped behind his back, looking up at the portrait in the hall.
Hearing the footsteps, the young man turned around, and it turned out that he had a good appearance, bright eyes, and a gentle temperament... It was Li Yuetu.
Li Yuetu was not very beautiful when she was dressed as a woman, but her temperament showed off when she was dressed as a man. She held her hand politely and said with a smile: "Xue Lang is very polite. I am a young man named Zhang Gong, whose courtesy name is Junrui, from Xiluo."
Xue Bai was too lazy to make trouble with her and didn't even want to approach her. He asked, "If you want to pretend to be Zhang Sheng, how can you ensure that you won't lose on purpose?"
"It was because I was afraid that the saint would grant me a marriage that I had to help Xue Lang win this scene." Li Yuetu said, "At this moment, at that moment, it was my grandfather's intention to ask me to marry you. Now my grandfather lives in the palace. I will reflect on you, and if I don’t marry you, I will reflect on you.”
This little girl probably got some advice from Li Mi or someone and knew what was beneficial to the East Palace. What he said was in the interests of the East Palace, not Li Xiang's personal interests.
Seeing that she was wise, Xue Bai nodded slightly in his heart, but said: "I also have artistic pursuits..."
"Um?"
Li Yuetu turned around coolly and said, "My singing skills are not something that 'Xue Baiqian' can pick and choose."
"This opera is not an ordinary singing method." Xue Bai insisted on opening his voice a few times and showed her the singing style of the opera.
"I know, Alan has told me... I studied hard in my childhood, and I have learned a lot of articles, but I am still wandering in the lakes and seas. How will I achieve my great ambitions! The sword of ten thousand gold hides the autumn water, and the spring sorrow of the horse weighs on the embroidered saddle!"
Li Yuetu came as soon as he came, stretched his arms, walked around the hall, and turned his head at the last one, cool and cool.
Xue Bai was silent for a moment, knowing that he had indeed underestimated her.
"That's it, I'll leave this drama to the three Miss Lis."
After hearing this, Li Jilan's eyes became more springlike, and she responded with a smile: "This bet is related to a lifetime event for you, so please leave it to us."
She was glared at by her two friends.
At this time, Xue Bai received a notice that a guest was coming, so he went to the front hall to entertain the guest.
There were three guests in the hall, obviously headed by the young and handsome young master Li Jiayou.
But after the ceremony, Xue Bai looked at the shabby middle-aged man again, his expression changed.
"Gao Shi? I've admired your name for a long time!"
"I have long admired Xue Lang's reputation..."
"The warriors are half dead in front of the army, but the beauties are still singing and dancing under the tent." Xue Bai asked directly: "Who is this poem by Brother Gao satirizing?"
This is Gao Shi's most widely circulated poem today. Some people say it is a satire on Zhang Shougui, while others say it is a satire on An Lushan.
Xue Bai also talked about this topic when chatting with the Yan brothers, and he was more inclined to the latter.
In the 24th year of Kaiyuan, Zhang Shougui sent An Lushan to attack Xi and Khitan. An Lushan underestimated the enemy and advanced rashly, which led to the defeat. Zhang Jiuling wanted to kill An Lushan for this reason; and An Lushan liked singing and dancing. , can make his own Hu Xuan dance; in addition, Gao Shi did not satirize Zhang Shougui in his poems of the same period, but praised him.
Of course, it is the poet who has the final say as to who is being satirized.
At this time, a question came straight to the point, but Gao Shi's answer was about taking sides in the power field. Zhang Shougui has passed away, and the holy family of Anlu Mountain is strong.
Gao Shi looked at Xue Bai, thought for a moment, his eyes became firm, and he replied loudly: "An Lushan."
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