"It’s not unusual for a straightforward person to be so falsely dressed as an ordinary man. Secretly, it’s not a thief and a prostitute. He has a family. I don’t know if it’s based in the capital. It’s absolutely unusual to ask people to spy on someone who can make my father look at others with special respect." Next to Li Bailian’s heart, she said with a smile, "Li Gong even looks down on those prostitutes. Li Gong, you see, I’m a girl like this one. Li Gong will send this girl to Li Gong if I like it.
Li Yan’s eyebrows moved a little, and he was stunned. "Brother Mu, what’s going on? Do royal people like to send women to others?"
Mu Bai flew back to the way, "Li Xiong didn’t know this situation. It is very common for the Tang Dynasty to send maids to each other by confidants and friends. It is even more intimate. When I came to this capital, I met many people who sent maids, which made it more embarrassing than Li Xiong’s habit. However, it is normal to send maids. It is also common to exchange concubines further."
"Swap shi concubine? This group of rich brothers in the Tang Dynasty can really play. "
Li Yan accepted some methods at the moment, but soon he remembered a famous saying: women are like clothes and brothers are like brothers.
You know, in this world, if it weren’t for the matchmaker, all women belong to concubines. Such women have no status, not only can they send each other, but they can also buy and sell, which is similar to that of the maids, but he doesn’t know this.
"It’s dusk." Li Yan couldn’t change the subject. He went to the window and looked at the sunset and frowned as if lost in thought.
Mu Baifei secretly praised in his heart, "I didn’t expect to be able to resolve this matter in this way. Seeing Li Xiong’s frown and puzzling over it, I should pretend to be poetic."
Sure enough, Li Bailian and Yi Li stopped bothering him when they saw his meditation.
"Brother Li can think of any wonderful poems?" Mu Baifei said
Li Yan lost his voice and said, "When did I say I wanted poetry?"
Mu Bai flew back, "No way. Didn’t Li Xiong just pretend to want poetry to prevaricate? I am very cooperative with these two people and asked 1"
"I am a little drunk and want to blow the wind," Li Yan said.
The two men were fascinated by the sound, and then they saw Mu Baifei and smiled awkwardly. This kind heart did bad things.
"Li Gong is really a great talent. He can not only sing songs, but also write poems. By the way, I remember that there were two wonderful poems in Moxiang Pavilion before, one was" Chanting Frog "and the other was" DuDu in the Moon ".I heard that these two poems have been included in the Book of Songs, and the one who is also called Li Yan is Li Xiong." Yi Li’s eyes lit up and this fan was slammed in his hand.
Li Yan not only felt Yi Li’s dribbling eyes at the moment, but also felt Mu Baifei’s surprise. Obviously, he also heard those two poems.
"I liked the frog chant very much, but I didn’t expect it to be CCBA." Li Bailian said with joy.
"Li Xiong, this is hidden. You and I have known each other for a long time, but I don’t even know that Li Xiong’s talent is really guilty." Mu Baifei sighed from shame
Come on, it’s no use denying it at the moment. He has forgotten that the literati in the Tang Dynasty had a high status and was respected, and the two poems that Li Yan got directly shaped him into a great talent. Although he didn’t feel it himself, the literati regarded his name as real and loud.
"This is the consequence of stealing." Li Yan secretly wiped the sweat in his heart.
"It turns out that Li Gong saw this sunset and his poetic interest has risen, but I was suddenly lost in thought. I’d better not disturb Li Gong’s thoughts. It’s not certain that we will be lucky enough to see an excellent poem born today," said Li Bailian.
"Good good" Yi Li nodding.
Mu Baifei looked at Li Yan next to him. I can’t help you.
To play the fool and be fully distracted can send these two people away. It seems that this matter has just settled and this matter has started again.
"Let’s just give it a perfunctory time." Li Yan sighed in his heart. He looked at the sunset crane flying over his heart and wondered what poem he should get to settle the situation.
Mu Baifei was also curious that he had never seen Li Yan before and knew what poems he knew. He liked to drink, and he was affectionate and righteous. But nowadays, the two poems read by people in Beijing were written by a man named Li Yan.
"It should really be written by Li Xiong. If so, I’m really … really ashamed." He sighed with emotion in his heart.
Chapter six hundred and forty-four Linjiang first?
This time, Li Yan pushed himself to the wall. He looked at the scenery outside the window, and his drunken mind pondered over his former memory in the hope of finding a poem to cope with the eye situation. Moreover, Mr. Su Liang and Mr. Qi Su also got rid of the fact that he wanted to get a scholar status, which is very important in life. It is better to maintain the situation as a last resort, so he also worked hard to read and practice calligraphy.
Three people and two slaves stared at Li Yan with a pair of eyes, which made him feel like a man’s back.
Try to forget all this and Li Yan concentrate.
After all, this good poem can’t be done too fast. It’s not like a poet comes with his mouth open. Otherwise, it would be terrible for others to call himself a poem in seven steps. Well, let’s talk about it after a while.
A wick of incense doesn’t last long, but several people are eager to wait for it, and it feels like years.
"This man hasn’t been here for so long, can he?" Li Bailian reached out to a maid and muttered, "Although the sound is small, how can you not hear it?"
Li Bailian low reprimand angrily to "shut up good poetry often takes several days or even months to complete. You are a street cabbage. If you want to have it, you can kneel and punish me for ten hours after you go back."
Yi Li smiled in his heart. "This elder sister sings a good double-reed maid. She is clever and clever by your training. Without your words, she would say so. She can cheat ordinary people and want to cheat me. It’s almost."
But at this moment Li Yan suddenly moved his mouth and sang, "The Yangtze River is rolling eastward and the water waves are scouring the heroes …"
"It’s not a poem, it’s a word." Yi Li was surprised at once
"It’s also depicting the sunset, but the sunset flowing through the nine great rivers in Beijing in the distance. What kind of sunset poem will it be? But this head of momentum is broken. It’s really heroic to regard the hero of the sky as a wave among the great rivers directly." Li Bailian’s eyes flashed and she listened attentively to a few words to see if the whole poem would be like a scene in the end
Li Yan paused and continued to chant, "Success or failure turns to castle peak and the sunset is still a few degrees."
"Good Que is so far-reaching in artistic conception. I don’t know what this Que is like." Mu Baifei admired it when he drank it in his heart, and sure enough, he estimated that other people didn’t show it before his friend was brilliant in literary talent.