Chapter 176 Hundreds of thousands of people dance together, and the voices of words were heard in the sky for a moment

The moonlight was like water that night, but the Zhaojiayuan, which was separated by a wall from the left and right of Daya Zhizheng Garden, was particularly lively.

Zhaojiayuanzi is naturally not as exquisite as the one from Zhizheng Garden, but fortunately this is the summer when green trees are flourishing. It is also night. The trees, flowers and plants in the garden also show a hazy charm under the luminous light of water. In this swaying and hazy area, many scholars in group clothes, holding lanterns, wandering around, either looking up at the moon, or looking down at the flowers. The shadow of the tree, the lanterns, and the green-collared Confucian uniforms add a bit of poetic elegance to the entire Zhaojiayuanzi under the reflection of the moonlight.

This is the Candle Night Tour organized by He Zhongda and others.

Under the illumination of six lanterns in the four corners and inside, the mountain pavilion in the middle of Zhaojiayuanzi was as bright as daylight. He Zhongda, the initiator of this literary conference, and others sat in this pavilion.

There was a simple cushion placed on the stone table in the pavilion. After Wang Qunyu looked at the grand occasion of holding candles in the garden under the pavilion, he turned around and held up the wine cup in front of him and smiled and invited him to drink: "In the past, Emperor Wen of Wei of the previous dynasty once said: 'Young and Wu Zhi's book, 'You should work hard when you are young. How can you help me when you are young? The ancients thought of walking on candles at night, which is good!', Tonight's candle poetry meeting was to follow the principles of the predecessors. In the poems, there was a warning to all students to know that they were working hard for young people, but they didn't know whether these students could understand our hard work when they were looking for candles."

He Zhongda, who was sitting in the upper head, heard Wang Qunyu's words, withdrew his gaze from the garden below the pavilion, smiled with a complacent smile: "This words of Emperor Wen of Wei in the previous dynasty are the intention of me to hold this literary meeting. Wenshan knows me!" He said this, and Wang Qunyu and others in the pavilion must praise him: "Da Weng has good intentions and is worthy of being the leader of the poetry world."

He laughed and He Zhongda waved his hand and said, "In addition, I also hope that this meeting will make students remember the teachings of the previous Emperor Wen of Wei: 'The great cause of writing and the immortal event'. Since poetry and prose are immortal events of writing and prose, we need to concentrate on our minds and minds when we are writing and prose, and we cannot have any impetuousness and happiness. For the rest of our attendance tonight, if we can understand this point, it would be more gratifying to us to get three or five masterpieces."

"Da Weng's words are extremely true, very true." Wang Qunyu paused the wine cup in his hand on the table, staring at Daya Zhizhengyuan, separated by a wall, saying: "Only when the backwards can calm their minds and abandon their impetuous and upbeat attitude, can we strengthen our literary tradition. The children's sensational acts are just a flash in the pan."

"Yes," He Zhongda smiled, "Wenshan, since you understand my intentions, when you comment on later writing poems, you will be the first to tell the students these two teachings of Emperor Wen of Wei."

"The younger generation is addicted to it for a while, and we are the first to learn, so it is unavoidable to guide them in their confusion." Wang Qunyu heard this. His answer was really full of generosity that no one else could do in the world.

"Okay, let me tell all the students again that similar literary associations will be held regularly in the future. Anyone with talented talent will soon conceal their glory. Since there is this literary association, those who are usually immersed in their hearts and minds. No longer, they will be like the previous few days. They hold poems and essays in their hands and walk through the gates of the fences and wine shops, causing the people in the city to discuss." At this point, looking at the Daya Zhizheng Garden separated by a wall, He Zhongda had already calmed down. "In the long run, his ethics will be corrupt and humiliating the ancestors, so how can the Taoist tradition exist?"

Looking at Daya Zhizhengyuan in his eyes, these four sentences that He Zhongda angrily said were really righteous, and they could be a sound of gold and stone!

"Da Weng, don't worry," another wrinkled old man in the pavilion laughed and said, "That Daya Zhizheng Garden is only one wine shop. Although it can stir up some storms a few days ago, it is just a convenience to gain the reputation. It is far from the Shilin, and its foundation is unstable. After the Wenshu Association, which was carried out regularly by the Taoist dynasty, the wild fox Zen of those generations could not continue. After three or two Wenshu Associations, I believe that the younger generations will be able to be good at eloquent and return to the right path."

"Su Weng said it well," He Zhongda raised the wine cup in front of him and said, "Everyone, we must work together to protect the Taoist tradition, come and drink and win!"

With the sound of "ding" the wine cup, He Zhongda and others who were drinking this cup looked at each other and smiled, full of confidence.

After laughing, after putting down the wine cup in his hand, several people turned their heads at the Daya Zhizhengyuan, which was separated by the wall.

There was silence in the Daya Zhizheng Garden. At this time, the pipa and sings of poetry had already sounded. Against the backdrop of the lanterns in Zhaojiayuan, it became increasingly lonely.

Seeing this scene, the few people turned around and smiled again. A few days ago, they were just frightened by the prestigious voice of Daya Zhizhengyuan. Now that they have already reacted, how could the appeal and influence of the inheritance of Taoist traditions of hundreds of thousands of years be comparable to those of the wild fox Zen?

"Acheng, it's almost done." In Daya's journey to the main park, Guan Guan looked up at the moonlight and walked towards Tang Chengdao.

"Yeah", Tang Cheng nodded, "By the way, the topic of the literary meeting next door is correct."

"Yingwu, I decided a few days ago, I can't make a mistake." Guan Guan pointed at the wall between Zhaoyuan and Daya Zhizhengyuan. "I sent someone to stare at it. He will come to notify me about the same time."

"Are those Kongming lanterns ready?" After seeing Guan Guan nodding, Tang Cheng smiled a little indifferently, "I'm a little nervous! Well, go, the time is almost over, please invite guests in."

After a while, the guests who were drinking in the outer hall walked into the garden under the guidance of a lady, and then sat down. Among them, a regular customer who was a businessman was standing aside. After seeing Tang Cheng standing aside, he got up and walked over.

"Secretary Tang, how is it going tonight?" When he said this, the merchant turned his head and gestured to the other side of the wall, "I heard that there is a lot of noise over there tonight."

"Brother Zhao, do you know too?"

"There have been a lot of noise over the past few days. Not only me, but most people in the city know about it." Speaking of this, the merchant surnamed Zhao smiled and pointed to the guests sitting by the lake. "When I was in the hall outside, I heard these people say that they came to see this tonight. Secretary Tang, these gangs of sorrow dare to provoke so much, don't be polite. Spit on them in the face!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Cheng smiled slightly and said nothing.

"I am optimistic about Daya Zhizhengyuan." He reached out and patted Tang Chengdi's shoulder. The merchant surnamed Zhao said again: "Since they are shameless, don't give them a face." After saying this, he nodded again with a smile and turned back to his seat.

After the guests here sat down, a black shadow slid down from the base of the wall at a corner of the garden. After the black shadow came up and down from the wall, he moved to Tang Cheng in a few turns and two circles with the shadow of the tree and the rockery. "The great official, the discussion has begun in the pavilion over there."

Since we started discussing the poems, what followed was singing the best. After hearing this, Tang Cheng nodded, "Go and ask the lights to light the lamp."

"Okay!" After the servant agreed with a crisp voice, he ran to notify him.

The guests who came to the venue tonight were deliberately arranged to wait in the hall outside for a while. After sitting in the garden, they saw neither singing nor dancing. When they were puzzled, they suddenly saw a few red lights suddenly lit up on a dark lake in the distance.

What a big earth lamp!

When the guests were amazed at the huge size of the lanterns that were suddenly lit, they suddenly saw these lanterns as big as wheels floating in the air.

Kongming Lantern!

As these lanterns floated up, the words "Jinse" and Tang Cheng, which were large on the lantern paper, looked particularly eye-catching and clear in the night sky.

These Kongming lanterns, as big as wheels, flew higher and higher. When the lanterns flew past the roof next to them, the guests suddenly realized that the Daya Zhizheng Garden was not just the lights on. There were the same Kongming lanterns floating above almost every garden in front of the garden, with a total of no less than a hundred.

More than a hundred headlights suddenly floated in the deep night sky, just like the fireworks that suddenly rose in the night of later generations. For a moment, not only were the guests in the Daya Zhizheng Garden. Even the people in the city who saw this wonder scene stopped or looked at the window.

"What is Daya Zhizhengyuan doing?" He Zhongda's heart suddenly moved when he heard Wang Qunyu's question in surprise and looked at the Kongming lantern floating next door. He looked at his companions who were all watching the Kongming lanterns in the pavilion, and then looked at the scholars under the pavilion who were anxiously waiting for the results of the poem to comment at this time were also attracted by the lanterns in Daya Zhizhengyuan. He Zhongda suddenly pushed Wang Qunyu and said, "Wenshan, please announce the results!"

The first one is to win. Daya Zhizhengyuan is to win again!

Wang Qunyu was not stupid either. After a moment of silence, he realized that he had been busy preparing for the literary meeting for so many days. But when the literary meeting was at the critical moment, he was stolen by Daya Zhizhengyuan. What's going on?

After coughing twice, Wang Qunyu, holding the manuscript of the poem, stood up. As long as he announced the winning poem at the beginning, he would not worry about distracting these people again if he had a personal interest.

When he had just gotten up and walked to the steps at the entrance of the pavilion, an accident occurred suddenly. However, this incident did not come from the Daya Zhizheng Garden next door, but Liulinfang, separated by a wall in front of the two parks.

Liulinfang is a place where fireworks gather in Daocheng. Not only brothels are gathered here, but even the construction style and height of brothels are exactly the same as the government regulations. There is a wide hall below, and there are wide balconies on the second floor at the front and back. On weekdays, the red amateurs who can be listed in the flower sign do not need to come out, while those prostitutes who have not been able to take the flower sign need to dress up and stand on the balcony, waving their long sleeves or brocade plaids in their hands to attract tourists on the long street below under the bright lanterns above their heads.

"Riding a horse on the slanted bridge, and red sleeves are all over the building" is an intuitive portrayal of this scene.

Because the side facing Daya Zhizhengyuan and Zhaoyuandi is carrying Liulinfang long street, it is because every day from night, the balcony behind the buildings of each building is dark and there is no one in sight.

But tonight, just as more than a hundred large lanterns floated over the roof, on this balcony on the back street of Liulinfang, it seemed like someone had used magic. In the past, the lanterns were on the balcony of each brothel, which was absolutely dark at this time, were almost in full bloom at the same time.

These lanterns are the largest and brightest lanterns prepared by each brothel.

The entire long street that was winding for several miles was lit at the same time, and in an instant it seemed that the entire Milky Way had been lit. At this moment, the brilliantly lit Liulinfang was well-deservedly transformed into the most brilliant place in the entire Daocheng. People in the place where they were attracted by the sudden rise of lanterns, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise under the miraculous light.

In this era when there is no electricity and lighting mainly relies on dim butter lamps. It is rare to see the neon scene like the one in front of you.

From extremely dark to extremely bright, the Liulinfang in front of Daya Zhizheng Garden was shining brightly, not only attracting the eyes of the guests in the garden, but also the scholars next door who had just been brought back to their senses by Wang Qunyu's heavy coughing sounds, were collectively lost again.

Deep in the night sky, Kongming lanterns flew higher and higher, just like stars blooming. However, Liulinfang under the bright stars looked more and more dazzling against the dim lights around. Among brothels on both sides of the long street, the two balconies that were originally facing the long street lights lit up at the same time. On both sides, the street-facing balconies that were already on, the brilliant light on the four balconies made Liulinfang form a striking, several miles-long light belt in Daocheng under the night sky. It shines brightly and shines.

"Ah!" When the people of Daya Zhizhengyuan and Zhaoyuan couldn't help but exclaimed at the scene in front of them, they saw musicians holding pipas and tooth plates in hand on the balcony of the brothels in high places in front of them. After the musicians with a total of hundreds of people sat on the stools behind the wide balcony, they followed by light palace dressed prostitutes, with at least five or six people in each brothel, and at most more than ten people. At this moment, there were as many as thousands of prostitutes gathered on the balcony facing Daya Zhizhengyuan.

More than a thousand prostitutes were dressed up in their clothes and stood on the railings that were charming and winding for several miles. This scene in front of them was so spectacular!

With a gentle night breeze blowing, the guests from Daya to Zhengyuan and Zhaoyuan felt that there was a faint fragrance suddenly in the night sky. The lanterns were bright, and the beauty was like clouds. Under the night sky, the scene of the prosperous age and the magnificent scene was not like the world. The guests suddenly felt like they were in the palace in the sky.

After the women stood on the railing, they bowed their own blessings. At this moment, they suddenly heard a pipa sound. The sounds of the musicians in the buildings responded to the sound. In an instant, thousands of pipas were played on the balcony on the four balconies on both sides of Liulinfang and played together at the same time. In an instant, the melodious sound of pipas broke the silence of the night in Daocheng.

The lanterns are bright, and the beauty is like clouds. The joy of Qing Shang floating from high places is like the sound of fairy floating around. At this moment, everything in front of you becomes increasingly different from the world.

Seeing everything beautiful in front of you, Tang Cheng also felt the excitement in his heart, the lanterns and the floating fairy music. The prosperous and prosperous Tang Dynasty that he had imagined in later generations should have such a brilliant scene before him!

When the director saw everything in front of him, Tang Cheng was just out of utilitarian use, but when he witnessed this scene with his own eyes, he was moved by everything that his director was motivated by.

So beautiful!

He was mentally prepared for a long time, and there was no need to say anything else. At least the rich people in the Zhizhengyuan who claimed to be used to seeing the world on weekdays were all blindfolded at this time, and their eyes were fascinated. Many of them opened their mouths but didn't notice them at all.

After the sound of the pipa, I saw more than a thousand brocade plaques on the opposite tile platform, shaking the light pink fragrance, and the sound of poems that were melodious and melodious in the Qing Shang tune was already rising:

The brocade zither has fifty strings, one string and one pillar reflects the youth.

Zhuang Sheng was confused by the butterfly in the morning dream, and Emperor Wang was entrusted with the cuckoo in the spring.

The moon is bright in the sea and the pearls have tears, and the sun is warm in the blue field and the jade produces smoke.

This feeling can be remembered, but it was already lost at that time.

Pingkangfang, Chang'an, is the largest gathering place for fireworks in the Tang Dynasty. There are more than 50,000 prostitutes. Although the scale of Liulinfang in Daocheng is far less than that, it is the capital of Yidao. There are still more than 10,000 prostitutes. Tonight, no less than 4,000 prostitutes gathered on the four balconies in the two buildings.

With the sound of more than a thousand pipas, four thousand prostitutes sang poems in a contemptuous voice. At this moment, the entire Daocheng was immersed in the gentle singing.

"The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in the blue field is warm and the jade produces smoke." The wonders in front of us have made people unable to tell whether it is reality or the illusion of the heavenly palace. At this time, I can hear the poem "This love can be remembered, but it was already lost at that time". Such lamps, such moons, such people, such songs, and such everything is mixed together. How can human feelings be felt in the illusion of dreams?

The sound of speaking, the sound of quarrels, the sound of beating children was gone, and even the barking of dogs in the past night disappeared without a trace. Those who could understand the content of the poem were taken away by their beautiful meaning. If they couldn't understand, they were fascinated by the spectacular scene in front of them. At this moment, from Daya to Zhengyuan to Zhaoyuan, to the entire Fang District, the entire Daocheng was silent.

"Hundreds and thousands of people dance together, and the sound of lyrics in the sky is heard." Although the Tang people like to paint chess pavilions and sing poems, there has never been a single person, and no poem can be heard in Hecheng like this tonight, and the sound spreads all over the world.

After stacking one after another, one after another, one after another, three stacks of songs, when the song "This love can be remembered, but it was already lost at that time" was lingering and extinct, the entire Daocheng, the entire Fang District, the entire Zhaoyuan and Daya Zhizhengyuan woke up from their dreams.

"The brocade ser is fifty-strings, this poem sings the brocade ser! This is Tang Cheng's new poem chanting! This is the release of the new poem in Zhizhengyuan in Daya!" When the first person to react and shouted out, the guests in Zhizhengyuan in Daya instantly turned their attention to Tang Cheng.

Everything in front of me was so incredible. At first, the guests were surprised that there was no movement in Zhizhengyuan tonight. Never thought that the poems tonight would be published in such a magnificent way!

"Good like this", the merchant surnamed Zhao, who couldn't help but feel excited, jumped out of the seat, ran to Tang Cheng, and punched him hard on the shoulder. "Secretary Tang, I'm so fucking convinced you. Damn, it's so beautiful, it's simply amazing!"

"If this were in later generations, whether it was a thousand people playing the pipa together or four thousand people singing together, they would have to make two Guinness World Records, which is a pity!" Tang Cheng, who suddenly had such a strange idea in his mind, smiled at the merchant surnamed Zhao and said, "Brother Zhao, I have nothing to do with it."

"Ball!", the merchant surnamed Zhao, who was still excited, spat fiercely, "You made such a trick, and you still asked someone to hold a bird culture party next door."

At this time, if you want to describe the expressions of He Zhongda and others in Zhao Garden next door, the only thing you can use is the four words "Daori Muji".

Unexpectedly, Daya Zhizhengyuan, who had been asking repeatedly a few days ago, was shocked to find out such a trick. Hecheng listened to a song together. Compared with his new poem, how could he start a literary show that had already dispersed people's hearts?

But it was not that Daya Zhizhengyuan stole the limelight from their literary knowledge that made He Zhongda and others feel uncomfortable. You stole me this time and opened it next time! What made them uncomfortable and even desperate was that Daya Zhizhengyuan showed control over Liulinfang through the scene just now.

Daya Zhizhengyuan actually joined forces with Liulinfang. For He Zhongda and others who used to use Runbi Di in Liulinfang, they understood the meaning of this.

Starting from tonight, as long as Tang Cheng is willing, he will be able to make any one's poems spread throughout Daocheng overnight. How temptation is this for those literati who write poetry? He and others originally wanted to use the literary and Taoist tradition to suppress the wild path of Daoyuan, but after mastering the channels of Liulinfang, this idea became a joke.

Big joke!

The influence of the Wenhui Association is only limited to Shilin. In the past, the land of Daya Zhizhengyuan also had this problem. After all, the cost is too expensive and it is difficult for ordinary people to care about it. This means that the influence of Daya Zhizhengyuan itself will be limited, but with Liulinfang...

Can a small net cover the big net? This question does not require an answer.

It was at this moment that He Zhongda and Wang Qunyu finally understood the reason why Liulinfang rejected their poems.

Tang Cheng! What a cruel method!

"Daweng, look..." Wang Qunyu, who had passed by the gods, shook the manuscript of the poem in his hand. This was originally a literary poetry that had just been selected and was about to be published.

"Check it out." Seeing that Wang Qunyu was still a little puzzled, He Zhongda closed his eyes.

"Come on," saw He Zhongda like this, and he sighed that Su Weng had just said, and he sighed that it sounded very desolate at this time. "Tang Cheng's "Bronze Se" was also a poem about objects, just like the title of our literary conference tonight. If you publish Wenshan at this time, the published poem will definitely be compared with Tang Cheng's poems after tomorrow. 'This feeling can be remembered, but it was already lost at that time'. If there is no such famous quote, then this article will become a laughing stock tonight."

Since it is a poetry gathering, it depends on good poetry to move people. Without this support, it is just based on Taoism to suppress people, but it is just a joke, especially after the stunning moment in Daya Zhizhengyuan.

"This...this...", just as Wang Qunyu didn't know what to say, he suddenly heard a restlessness under the pavilion. When several people turned their heads and looked at the restless sound next door, they saw another lantern floating above Daya Zhizheng Garden.

At this time, everyone could understand that tonight the Tang Dynasty clearly used Kongming lanterns as a way to report poetry, used the entire Liulinfang as the stage, more than a thousand musicians as the accompanying sound, and four thousand prostitutes as the singers, and the entire Daocheng was his viewing venue.

Compared with his poetry, this kind of spirit and method is even more shocking.

However, the name of the poem was just for the Kongming lantern that was published this time, but the name of the author was very strange. It was neither Tang Cheng nor Meng Haoran, another pillar of the Daya Zhizheng Garden, but a name that everyone felt was unfamiliar.

"Who is this person?" Even He Zhongda and others were confused. Suddenly, a surprise voice among the scholars under Zhao Yuanting shouted loudly: "This is my poem. Daya Zhizhengyuan used my poem, my poem!"
Chapter completed!