Chapter 7: The world is cool and cool, and the beauty is like a flower (three) (《》)

As a warrior, Yang Chengyou didn't react yet, and he said, "Little sister, listen to my father."

You have arrived at the door of someone else's bedroom. If you make trouble again, you will be a big mess.

He walked in and fell to the ground: "See Your Highness the Prince."

"General Yang, Miss Yang, please get up." Li Wei said. He glanced at the brother and sister. Yang Chengyou was in his thirties and looked handsome. The fiancée was even more beautiful and amazing. She had big black eyes, a pair of smart and vivid. She had two pink pieces of peach blossoms on her cheeks, and below were a pair of dimples, a melon-shaped face, a small cherry mouth, a shoulder-cut, long waist and legs, and was wearing a long lake-green floor-length skirt. I know my age, fifteen years old.

Li Wei lost his god a little, but he didn't see any kind of beauties in his previous life, at least he had seen them on TV. Of course, this girl is already very beautiful and definitely a beauty. But Li Wei quickly came to his senses and ordered, "Please sit down."

"Don't dare," Yang Min raised her head, still the same way she used to be, her face was pale, her body was thin, and her attitude was gentle. She whispered reluctantly: "I heard that the prince's prince was seriously ill a few days ago. I only heard about the news yesterday and did not come to visit him in time. Please forgive me."

"Miss Yang, your father is Weiweiqing, and he is on duty in the palace. He only heard that the prince was seriously ill yesterday. It's strange." Bier said suddenly.

Bier began to feel angry when she mentioned this fiancée.

However, this is true. Even the eunuchs around him are away from him intentionally or unintentionally. As the child of an official, this girl is not bad from a bad background and looks like this. Even if she is the crown prince, she may not be willing to have this marriage.

He said, "Bi'er, don't be rude. Come on, give me tea."

"Crown Prince, don't be polite, we dare not take it," Yang Chengyou was pushed by Bier, very embarrassed.

Li Wei didn't know what Li Hong had to celebrate the holidays with them before, and didn't know what to say, so he was silent for a while. Instead, Bier said again: "Actually, your highness, I think, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are still very pitiful, and you can only meet once a year."

This is deliberately embarrassing the Yang brothers and sisters. Of course, Li Wei has been pampering her more and more in recent days, so he gave her courage. But in the final analysis, he is to stand up for Li Wei.

"This is OK. Bier, I saw General Liu yesterday and thought about the soldiers on the front line. Some soldiers may be stationed in the frontier. They will not be able to reunite with their wives and children for ten or twenty years. But without the sacrifice of these soldiers, how can we Tang people live and work in peace? Come and bring a small drum."

"Okay," Bier went out happily.

Yang Chengyou poked his sister with his elbow, and Yang Min had to ask again: "Prince, how are you doing in the past few days?"

"good."

"The weather has been hot and cold these days. The prince is in poor health, so he must pay more attention."

"Yes, during the Spring and Autumn Festival, we are most likely to suffer from wind and cold. This time, I walked around in front of the Gate of Hell, and Gu already knew to be careful. But thank you for your concern."

Thank you for your concern? Although I am very polite, how could I be so accomplicated? Is this sick prince dissatisfied with him? Yang Min is still young, although he was too enchanted at this time, some teenagers officially became the family at the age of fourteen or five. But after all, they were just a teenager. Well, I took out the poems written by Fang Qing and Li Bai in the afternoon to show her. At a glance, I knew that the poems written by the afternoon were bad, and Li Bai wrote good poems, but human relationships and world affairs were still bad after all. Yesterday, I gave my father a political class. Before the morning came, I took another political class, and I was still dizzy when I was in the moment.

She raised her head and looked at Li Wei, with a warm smile on the corner of her mouth, without looking angry.

The smile was very polite, just like his words, gentle and as gentle as jade. They had had several handovers before, but Li Hong was not like this at that time. Feeling Li Wei's affinity, the little girl suddenly felt a sense of disappointment.

Bier brought a small drum, Li Hong took it, put it on the table and said, "Bier, let me say, "How can you know the joy of fish?" In fact, although the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet once a year, they are not separated by their parents in their hearts, but they feel very happy. Just like the soldiers of the border, they leave home and return to their eldest son at a young age, but they may not be unhappy to make achievements for the country. Come and I will give you another Duan Shi Yu Xiaoling."

Yang Min felt Li Wei's decent, but Li Wei also felt that she was disliked. The girl was beautiful and could understand it, but there was no need to use a hot face to touch her butt. Besides, she is now a prince, so she directly ignored the brother and sister.

Beat the drum with your hands to find the rhythm.

"Why do you need to use a drum?" Bier asked in confusion.

"Some poems, or poems Yu Xiaoling, are written with ambitions and passionate, must be accompanied by drums to set off. Some require a zither, some require a zither, some use a zither, some use a zither, qin, and fish, but some cannot even match a small drum, and must be accompanied by a big drum. However, this poem Yu Xiaoling can also use a small drum."

This is the first time that the Yang brothers and sisters have heard of this argument.

Li Wei ignored them directly, slowly beat the drum, and sang with his cuckolding voice: "The scenery is different when autumn comes, and Hengyang geese are gone without any attention.

The sounds rise from all sides, and the sounds rise from the corners of the mountains are long and the setting sun is closed in the lonely city.

A cup of turbid wine is a thousand miles away, and Yanran has no choice but to return.

The Qiang pipes are covered with frost, people are unable to sleep, and the general's white hair and warriors are crying."

The sound of drums, singing, lyrics, and a desolate and tragic atmosphere came up strongly.

After a song, after a while, Yang Chengyou high-fives and said, "Okay, OK!"

Bier said, "Crown Prince, if this poem is accompanied by the words you wrote, it is the best. But what kind of poem is the poem that uses the big drum?"

The current style of poetry is still mainly graceful and elegant. There are not many magnificent poems, but they are mainly "superior and prosperous". For example, several poems by Li Shimin are written in a very grand manner, but they are graceful and elegant in their grandeur, not really like the magnificent waves of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

This poem has reached its peak of magnificence. What would it be if you use a big drum? Even Yang Min was thinking about it.

"You should use a big drum," Li Wei thought for a while, but it was still not good to use it. As soon as the drums in the East Palace were beating, the east wind blew, and the war drums were beating, and officials came to give advice.

So he said, "I won't sing it anymore, I will write it for you to understand it yourself."

He picked up a smile and wrote on a piece of jute paper that was tributed by Yizhou: "The river goes east, the waves wash away, and the eternal heroes... The homeland is wandering, and the affectionate ones should laugh at me."

After writing this, I thought about it and modified it, and it changed it to "The body is weak and yellow. The world is like a dream, and a bottle of wine will be poured on the moon."

A few words have changed, less emotion of frustration and more expectation. However, the artistic conception of the whole poem has not changed, and it is still extremely grand.

In fact, when I wrote about the feather fan and the silk scarf, the masts and oars were destroyed in ashes, and several people were stunned.

Yang Min whispered: "What a magnificent poem."

Even the ancient and vigorous characters in Yan's style made her neglect.

Li Wei still ignored her and looked at Bier and said, "In fact, it's not just Shi Yu Xiaoling, but spoken language. If you use it well, you can also write a magnificent artistic conception. If you listen well, it's better to let me fly..."

Xiao Qi's "Ren Xiaoyao" was moved out.

After singing, Bier's eyes flashed with stars and said, "Your Highness, you are really smart. I'm afraid you are the only one in this world who can understand these principles."

This may not be the case. Understanding this principle has been through many years of hard work by many people.

Turning his head and looking at Li Min, the little girl's big black eyes were shining with curiosity, disappointment of being neglected, and thoughts brought by Li Wei's impact. He said, "You guys sit down."

"We dare not," Yang Min replied in a low voice.

But Yang Chengyou heard his sister's voice with a slight silence. Well, my sister is actually shy. This is a good omen. However, the prince is indeed capable. Just Shi Yu Xiaoling can write so magnificently. No wonder Liu Rengui praised him.

"Sit down, we are still relatives, don't be polite."

The two of them sat on the corner of Hu's bed. Yang Chengyou said, "Crown Prince, according to my opinion, I just gave it to General Liu for two poems. He will definitely like it if he gets it."

"General Yang, no. This is just a work of turbulent thoughts with several relatives yesterday. It is also impossible to give it to General Liu, but it is the crown prince. It is a matter of the country's justice. Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the country. But sending his own words or works in private is called personal friendship. The father is in full swing in spring and autumn, and this is inappropriate."

Li Hong pretended too much, and it was OK to make appropriate adjustments by himself, which would be a good result. But if he had made friends with important officials in the court, he would have been an old-level important official like Liu Rengui. What did his father Li Zhi think and what did his mother Wu Zetian think?

Yang Chengyou was shocked and bowed: "I made a mistake."

Li Wei said again: "It's okay. After all, we are all ministers of our fathers and mothers. Just remember four words, be sincere and cautious."

This sentence was deliberately loud and made the eunuch in the distance hear it.

Even if you put your eyes and ears around you, surveillance and spying on yourself will not develop to that point. However, there are always some eunuchs who may be responsible for supervising themselves and then reporting to their parents.

Wisdom! This is the thought that arises in Yang Chengyou's heart.

Don’t have too much, it’s just that without Xu Jingzong and Liu Rengui’s strong support. With this wisdom alone, he can successfully ascend to the big tripod in the future. Thinking of this, he secretly used his elbow to pound his sister again.

In fact, Yang Min was in a mess at this time. In the past few simple interactions, Li Hong was also concerned about public opinion because she deliberately avoided it and didn't know much about Li Hong. However, Li Hong's performance today completely overturned her impression in her mind, which was completely different from what Duke Zhou described.

If these poems Yu Xiaoling were written by him, then Li Hong would be too outstanding.

Besides, although my body was seriously ill, my complexion now looks much better than before. I didn’t cough until now when I sang and spoke just now. I let Yang Chengyou push it, woke up, took out a sachet from my arms, and said, “Crown Prince, this is a sachet sewn by me. I went to Yongtai Temple to ask the abbot to give me a peace talisman and put it in the sachet.”

The truth is not. Her mother got up at the fifth day of the sachet and ran to Yongtai Temple to burn incense. She had an idea and asked the abbot of Yongtai Temple to give him a peace talisman. Then she went to the west market to buy a sachet, put the peace talisman into the sachet, deliberately stringed it with a silk rope, and put it on Yang Min's chest.

This further expresses the love of the younger daughter.

Of course, Yang Min herself is also very good at embroidery work, but after entering the door, she was still unwilling to do so, and it was not until now that she willingly took it out.

The sachet is very delicate, with a flower embroidered on it, several large green leaves, and fabric made of red silk silk. I don’t know what spices are wrapped inside, and the fragrance is everywhere.

"Thank you," Li Wei took it over, looked at it and said, "Miss Yang Xiaozi's embroidery is very good."

The expression on his face was Wubo.

"Sister, sister!" Yang Chengyou called out twice.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

"You lost your soul?" Yang Chengyou giggled.

"You have lost your soul!" Yang Min fought back dissatisfied.

"I'm so slutty? But I met the talented men in the capital. Compared with the prince, they were nothing, and they were so arrogant. Without the emperor, who could write such a passionate poem Yu Xiaoling."

"Shi Yu Xiaoling will never be on the table."

"really?"

“…”

The carriage passed by Chang'an Street, making a silence. Through the curtains, you can see the willow trees on both sides of Chang'an Street, and the goose yellow and beautiful man. Because of the heavy rain yesterday, the people also had a smile on their faces.

Spring is here, Yang Chengyou turned his head and looked at his sister. Yang Min was also looking outside the curtain, her eyes dazed. Spring is really coming, and my sister's spring is also coming. The most wonderful thing is that she is in love with spring, which is exactly the object she should be in love with spring.

Thinking of this, Yang Chengyou burst into laughter.

"Brother, why are you laughing at?"

Yang Chengyou just smiled and didn't answer.
Chapter completed!