The maid walked in front, and the mountain breeze blew behind. The maid in front was wearing a sharp boat embroidered shoes quickly, as if she had remembered something. She turned around and looked at the little husband behind her, smiled and avoided one side.
"Young man first!"
Liu Nong's face turned red when she looked at her eyes, and she was holding the corner of her robe. The green bushes in the mountains were very deep, taller than him, and only a small blue crown was faintly visible floating in the sea of clumps.
As soon as I arrived at the edge of the pond, I saw Mrs. Wei talking to Zhu Tao at a glance. The pool was surrounded by men from aristocratic families, only she was a woman, with a few maids in red and green. The scholars from the Jiangdong land did not recognize her, and they all made strange moves and pointed at them.
The Tan Bian Guards were still painting, looking at it attentively, and not listening to those disrespectful words.
Then there were children from a northern family who smiled coldly: "Oh, even Mrs. Wei doesn't know her. She really deserves to be Nan Ju, and she has no knowledge at all!"
"You, Beiwu, haha, I won't care about you..."
The scholar in Jiangdong fought back, and the northern families sneered in unison. The scholar looked around and saw that the Beizi was surrounded by him. He was lonely for a moment and could only speak angrily.
When Liu Nong walked to the edge of the pond, his steps slowed down. He walked to Mrs. Wei and whispered: "Elder, are you looking for me?"
Mrs. Wei did not look up at him, her eyes were on Zuo Bo's paper on the desk, and her lips were still chanting: "This body is in the ice and snow forest, and she will not be mixed with the peach and plum trees..."
Liu Nong's face turned redder. Just as he was about to speak, Zhu Tao raised his eyebrows and pulled him to sit down with a smile on his face: "How can talent and appearance be hidden? It should be appreciated with others."
Liu Nong didn't answer. This talent was not his, but someone else's. Liu Xun laughed and played behind him and said, "What the Lord of the Mansion said is, my little husband is just too modest."
Zhu Tao laughed loudly, and someone looked at him, but he didn't care. Instead, he glared at him. The man smiled indifferently, shook his tail slowly, and avoided his eyes. It was Yu Liang.
Liu Nong was embarrassed and asked Liu to bring the bamboo leaf green that had been prepared. A small pot, and as soon as he lifted the mud, the fragrance of wine overflowed with the wind. People who were close to each other turned their eyes and looked at each other. Even the Wei Xie, who was painting, wrinkled his nose, searched in the wind, thought for a while, shook his head, and continued to paint.
Qianqian poured a glass for Zhu Tao, and Zhu Tao couldn't wait to drink it all. Then his face turned red and his expression was strange. He saw his lips trembling, his eyes bulged out, and he took a few deep breaths before suppressing the smell of alcohol. He was so hungry that he didn't make a fool of himself in public.
Shu let out a sigh and praised: "Tiger Head, this wine is extremely wonderful. Could it be that I came to the nectar of the Nine Heavens and the World? How wonderful is this thing in the world? It's so wonderful, let's have another cup!"
Liu Nong smiled slightly, waiting to continue with him. This was what he specially asked Liu to prepare. He only brought three small pots, and wanted to get this Nanshan to let the children of the aristocratic families know about it. In the future...
A voice beside me was cold and floating: "Give me a cup too!"
Hey!
Liu Nong was slightly surprised, holding the wine pot with both hands, and the corners of his mouth were raised lightly. Mrs. Wei seemed to have not seen him, and only stretched out a plain long finger and buckled it on the table.
The wine was seven minutes long and I sipped it all in one sip. There was no color on her face, but her eyes showed a strong charm, and she said in a light voice: "Is this wine famous?"
Liu Nong said: "Bamboo Leaf Green!"
Zhu Tao picked up the wine glass, drank it again, and praised: "Good name, for this name, it should be white!"
Mrs. Wei narrowed her eyes, raised her slender corners straight, as if she was hooked up, pointing to the manuscript of the poem on the table, and said, "It's fine if there is ice and snow, and the clearness of the green springs, well, that's fine. Is this poem written by you?"
He didn't open any pot and picked up any pot, but since he had already done it, he could only steal it to the end. Liu Nong had no choice but to nod.
"Good poem!"
In just two short words, Mrs. Wei spoke very slowly, and Liu Nong heard a little cold.
Guo Pu was originally watching the paintings, and he was impatient when he smelled the fragrance of wine. At this time, he heard good poems again, and even Mrs. Wei was not reluctant to praise her. He could no longer help but swayed forward and bowed to Mrs. Wei: "Guo Pu, I have met Mr. Maoyi."
Mrs. Wei nodded slightly as a response. Guo Pu knew that she was as cold as ice, lonely and arrogant, and was actually the best among girls. She didn't care about it and took a closer look at the seven-character quatrain.
Haven't made a sound for a long time.
Mrs. Wei asked, “Is this poem good?”
Guo Pu's eyes were deep, as if he had fallen into the poem. He didn't listen to her words, but instead read the poem gently: "This body is in the ice and snow forest..."
Halfway through reading, I felt like I was soaked in the snow forest. My mind was constrained. I quickly got out and praised: "Although this poem is simple, it can be as clear as a sleek mind. I can't write it if I am not a very elegant person!"
Zhu Tao smiled and said, "Guo joins the army, come and try the wine again!"
Since Guo Pu was good at writing poetry, wouldn’t he be nice to drink? He was overjoyed and walked up to him. Liu Nong smiled and put a cup on it. He poured a cup with him and served it in front of him.
Guo Pu was about to take the cup, but at first glance he saw his face. His eyes were different from others. When others looked at him, he was handsome and handsome. He looked at the eyebrows and eyes, and was surprised. Zhu Er smiled and said, "It is amazing to smell this wine. How can you teach me without merit? Don't drink it first, I will exchange it for something!"
Someone laughed and said, "Oh, could it be that Jing Chun wants to exchange poetry for wine?"
"No!"
Guo Pu shook his head, but at one glance he rushed to the person who was asking, and quickly bowed and said politely: "Guo Pu has seen Weng He!"
The visitor was He Xun, Jiangdong who was in a high position. A group of young people from aristocratic families wanted to come and greet him, but he waved his hand and smiled: "Today, the prince climbed the mountain and walked elegantly. Since it was a elegant gathering, why do you need ordinary rituals?"
He turned around and said to Guo Pu: "Since we are not exchanging poems for poetry, is it because we are exchanging divination for wine?"
Guo Pu smiled and said, "With this poem being beautiful in front of you, how dare Guo Pu pick up his pen again? He was about to use the divination he had done to divine this young man."
"Oh, even you are so embarrassed to pick up your pen in front of you, I'll take a look!"
He Xun leaned over and savored the poem carefully, frowned and spread his eyebrows, and chanted it repeatedly. After a long time, he got up, and did not speak the poem, urging him: "Hurry and divine."
Guo Pu's expression trembled and took out something from his sleeve. It was a Buqian. After thinking about it, he put it back into his sleeve. He took a box of turtle shells and went up to ask Liu Nong a few questions.
Liu Nong answered one by one, looking at the nose and the nose, but his heart was sweating heavily, and he was sweating loudly: My origin is not clear, but I must not be calculated by this charlatan.
He used to not worship ghosts and gods, but now, since he can come here, who dares to say the mystery of heaven and earth?
At this time, Guo Pu successfully attracted the attention of the four groups. For a moment, his eyes were flying, and everyone was staring at the young man sitting upright. Some people asked, some asked in detail, and some whispered. There were not many people from the Wei family, only Wei Xie and another Wei Tong, and there was Mrs. Wei. Wei Xie was painting and turned a deaf ear to everything. Wei Tong also knelt down beside Mrs. Wei, keeping his eyebrows silent. Everyone did not dare to ask, and they all thought that Liu Nong was the young man of the Wei family.
Guo Puxingzhan, his steps were gentle, and he could not hear the sky in his mouth. Then he threw the box of small turtle shells, and he leaned down and leaned forward. After a careful debate, he bent over and picked up the turtle shells, and looked at Liu Nong without saying a word. Liu Nong touched his eyes and felt that it was burned by fire, but he did not avoid it. Instead, he smiled and presented the wine glass again: "Governor Guo, please drink!"
Guo Pu's face calmed down, then he caught a cup and drank it. He sucked it into his throat and turned around and left. He Xun was not even worried. Yu Liang followed closely and asked several times, but he only said, "You can't answer!"
He Xun was slightly stunned, and everyone in the audience was also surprised.
At this moment, a voice said: "The breeze is gentle, and you are already waiting early, surrounded the pond and formed a collection. Some people painted, some recited poems, and some savored it. It was very good!"
Director Wang is here!
Looking at the sound, more than ten people came down from a high place. The two of them walked together in front of each other. The man on the left had a high Confucian uniform of about 40, with a phoenix eye and a three-inch short beard. He was Xi Jian, the governor of Yanzhou. The man in the right head was in his thirties, with a slightly long eyes on four sides, with thick eyebrows and knife lips. He wore a green turtle on his head, a single snow-colored shirt inside, a green gauze and silk robe on his outside, and a moon-white jade belt around his waist. He was Sima Rui's confidant Wang Dao and Wang Maohong.
People from aristocratic families by the pond stood up one after another, and even Mrs. Wei brought Wei Tong and bent over Qianqian. For a moment, the voices of the prince and the prince Xi were heard endlessly.
Liu Nong looked at Wang Dao carefully and saw that his face was harmonious. He made a group of compilations around the pond, and he also laughed at the spring breeze with several figures who looked like famous people. Seeing that there was a huge rock beside the pond, no one had taken a seat yet, he ordered his followers to place a case on the huge rock and take Xi Jian to sit with him. Xi Jian wanted to sit on the right head, but he never gave up and insisted on taking himself under Xi Jian.
His words were burning and his expression was sincere. However, Liu Nong captured the fleeting edge of the moment he lowered his head.
Thinking about what Wei Shishu said, this person is a scholar on the outside and a hero on the inside, and he is truly a perfect example.
At this time, Director Wang seemed to have seen some people, walked quickly, walked to those people, and smiled and said, "Maolun is here, Boren is here too! Maolun and Runan Zhou Boren, who are from the Eight Dada of Jiangzuo, come here. Today's elegant collection will definitely add more color. Let's wait for Maolun and Boren to run scripts and chant poems!"
The man was about the same age as Director Wang, with a big shirt floating in his sleeves, and a heroic face. He bowed and smiled: "The prince is too honorable. With Mrs. Wei here, how dare Huan Yi speak elegantly?"
The person beside Huan Yi also said, "Mrs. Wei is here, how dare we write a pen!" As he said that, he bowed to Mrs. Wei from afar and said, "Zhou Boren, have met Mr. Maoyi!"
Although the status of women in the Jin Dynasty was low, there were exceptions. Mrs. Wei was one of them. She was famous since childhood and became famous. When she grew up, she even became the epicenter of the Central Plains. Instead of her fellow brother Wei Heng, she had visited many famous scholars of the time with her calligraphy. At that time, most of the calligraphy of the famous scholars were inherited from Zhong Yao, but they were unanimously recognized that Wei Heng and her were the ones who had known the true meaning of Zhong Yao's calligraphy.
Wang Daosi discovered Mrs. Wei and nodded slightly to Mrs. Wei with a smile. Mrs. Wei sighed in her heart, but had to bow again. She sat down with a bow, without looking sideways.
Liu Nong knelt beside her, as if she could feel her sigh. Yes, in the north, the Wei family was so glorious, but after passing Jiangdong, he had to lower his eyebrows and lean against the Wang family of Langya. Suddenly, he remembered the conversation between Wang Dao Wang and those people just now. Huan Yi, Zhou Boren and Zhou Yi, this is really a cry of Xinting.
Xinting cried in the face of the Western Jin Dynasty four years later, but at this time. During this gathering, Zhou Ying would cry: The scenery is as good as yesterday, but the country has changed. Wang Dao wanted to take this opportunity to gather the graceful gathering to boost the hearts of the northern families and say: We are all heroes, and we should work together to fight against the royal family and recover China. Why should we become prisoners of Chu?
In this way, do I want to...
While frowning and thinking carefully, the keen intuition came again, and I felt a few gazes circling on him. I didn't look like it, and slowly stood up, and for a blink of an eye.
One of them was Xi Jian. He was looking at him with a smile, with an appreciation on his face. Liu Nong couldn't help but shrink his neck. His eyes were too flirting. Is it really a father-in-law who looks at his son-in-law? Your son-in-law should be Wang Xizhi.
Wang Xizhi!
Who is the person sitting next to Xi Jian? A little man, wearing a green robe, his eyes were like stars, and he was looking at him with interest. He looked at him with two eyes, and the young man in the green robe raised his eyebrows slightly, and the pair of silkworms came alive, as if he was about to fly out of his cheeks. The magic was so wonderful.
This is probably Wang Xizhi!
Liu Nong guessed in his heart that a little brat could have such a look, but not like a fake person like him. Who else could there be besides him?
In a blink of an eye, it passed by.
Guo Pu was leaning against a willow tree in the distance, as if he was watching a co-drawing of the guards, but in fact he was staring at him. His eyes were indistinguishable and indescribable. Liu Nong smiled with his lips, and was even more surprised by the ancient divination method: Did this guy really figure out something?
The last one was not someone else, but the handsome guy, and this was also the most sinister one. Liu Nong complained secretly, but he just came up with a small idea, which made people remember that this guy was too tiny. He learned from Zhu Tao that this person was named Yu Liang, Yu Liang, Yu Chen!
My heart skipped a beat. It turned out that it was him, no wonder he was so envious. Well, looking at this guy, you know that he is not the uncle of the country now. We can't afford to offend him, but we can afford to hide.
With the four eyes known, he stopped looking around and just sat peacefully with his knees.
The young man in the green robe saw Liu Nong avoiding his eyes, but instead looked left and right. He was even more curious and couldn't help but want to stand up, but he was controlled by Wang Dao.
Director Wang looked around, held up the wine glass on the short table, and invited each other from afar, and everyone followed him to drink. After drinking, he put the glass and smiled and said, "Since it is an elegant collection, it must be continued without elegance. Today, both piano, chess, poetry, calligraphy and painting can be done, and now someone is painting. Then I will open some other heads again."
As he said that, he smiled at the young man in the green robe beside him and said, "Yu Tu, you are young, can you come first. Should you write poems or write books?"
"Let's wait!"
The young man in green robe pressed his knees, pointed at Liu Nong, and said, "Uncle, there is a smaller one there."
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Chapter completed!