I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

When Rong Su and his father Rong Jinghou were in Wanzhou, they were often tossed and tossed. At this time, they also had a two-pointed gloating, and an eye for an eye.

Baicaoshi picked up a Hangbai chrysanthemum from the ground, blew it gently, showing sadness, and said: When I was young, I turned the book and saw a sentence, 'Drinking magnolia in the morning is like falling dew, eating autumn chrysanthemum in the evening. Luoying'. I think the artistic conception is really beautiful. What do you think?

She paused and looked at the crowd.

The people in the field looked at each other, and someone swallowed saliva in their throats, No... I haven't heard of it.

Baicao Poetry smiled, and it was strange to hear it. This poem was written by the great writer Qu Yuan. Dayan people drink chrysanthemum wine and taste chrysanthemum tea in autumn. They call it beautiful and enjoyable on good days. If you don't pick chrysanthemums, where can you get chrysanthemum wine and chrysanthemum tea? Could it be that the poems and wines of the sages all followed their Wither away?

I understand the mind of chrysanthemums, and use another form to extend their life, turning them into nectar on people's lips and fragrance between teeth, what's wrong?

She is like a storyteller, with a gentle breeze coming, she narrates in a eloquent manner, with a voice full of emotion, which makes people speechless for a while.

The Eighth Princess Ying Zheyun twisted her fingertips and snorted coldly, Whose teeth will it become? What does that have to do with us?

Baicaoshi really didn't know when she offended the eighth princess and why she was aggressive. Lifting her finger, she swiped across the crowd and clicked a few times. You heard with your own ears that the eldest princess promised me to fold chrysanthemums, but no one said anything about it. And the chrysanthemum wine I brewed, the chrysanthemum wine I made, is not for my own entertainment, and I have to send it to Changle Palace and the princess mansion. Why, Are you all forgotten now?

The person she pointed to was red-faced and silent.

The chrysanthemum is dirty, how to make tea and wine? Baicaoshi asked.

There was a clapping sound, it was Xu Ruoran from Yanjing Shuangshu.

You're right. Rather than watching the chrysanthemums fall, it's better to make the best use of them. But not everyone is qualified to pick the chrysanthemums in the chrysanthemum garden. She looked at the Liushang Pavilion, Flowing the chrysanthemums, there is a belly full of chrysanthemums. Chrysanthemums can only be picked by those who have a poetic spirit. Coincidentally, there is also a poem in your name. If you can recite poems that we all think are good, then you can pick the chrysanthemums here as you like, and no one will stop you.

Several noble ladies praised Xu Ruoran, and some even showed a mocking expression.

As the so-called text has no fixed form and water has no constant shape, even if Baicao Poems make poems, they can still deprive Baicao Poems of their qualifications because of their inability to resonate, while Baicao Poems are speechless.

You really mean what you say?

Everyone nodded.

Unexpectedly, Baicaoshi hooked her lips and said calmly: I don't have any other requirements. If you think my poems are acceptable, I have one condition.

She used song instead of zuo, which means she does not want to deceive the world and steal her name. The vulgar stalks of time travel novels will still fall on her after all. But at this time, she doesn't mind borrowing the wisdom of the ancients to ask for an explanation.

Tell me. Xu Ruoran said.

Baicaoshi pointed to the basket and the broken chrysanthemum on the ground, I just ask that the person who knocked down the basket should sincerely say sorry to me.

This request is not too much. Of course, the most important thing is that several people have just learned about the background of Baicao Poems through Princess Qi, and feel that she, a little village girl, cannot make good poems.

Baicaoshi cleared her throat, her eyes fell on Princess Qi, her red lips parted lightly: It's not that I prefer chrysanthemums among flowers, it's that there are no flowers when all the flowers bloom.

This is the chrysanthemum of Yuan Zhen in the Tang Dynasty.

Everyone was stunned, the chrysanthemums bloom in autumn, after they bloom, are there no flowers?

This, this, this is fine.

The Baicao Poetry did not stop, the lips fluttered, and another sentence blurted out, It's better to get drunk before the respect, and don't lose the yellow stamen of Dongli chrysanthemum.

This is what Baicao Poetry read in the poetry books in order to experience the ancient method of brewing chrysanthemum wine in modern times. Chrysanthemum from Li Qingzhao.

Everyone was so shocked that they felt that the chrysanthemum wine was even sweeter.

A petal of the remnant chrysanthemum is torn off, and it floats down. The poem of Baicao continued: Take the pot to drink the flowing clouds, and the chrysanthemum will bloom in the cold.

This is Li Bai's chrysanthemum.

It's not over yet.

Bamboo leaves have nothing to do with people, so chrysanthemums don't need to bloom from now on.

This is Du Fu's chrysanthemum.

The garden is full of chrysanthemums and tulips, and there are solitary bushes in the middle that look like frost.

This is Bai Juyi's chrysanthemum.

Dark and pale purple, melting and smelting yellow.

This is Li Shangyin's Chrysanthemum.

Without waiting for everyone's response, Baicao Poetry continued: There are lingering fragrances on the pedicles, and the gold is indifferent, but there are no whole branches and green leaves.

This is Cao Xueqin's Chrysanthemum.

The poems about chrysanthemums come from the mouth, and the lotus blossoms on the tongue are probably not as good as the poems on hundreds of herbs at this time.

The eyes of everyone started to count from dumbfounded, how many poems they drank among hundreds of cursive poems.

Fifty-nine, sixty, sixty-one...

When autumn comes, on September 8th, my flowers will bloom and the flowers will kill. Chang'an will be filled with fragrant fragrance, and the whole city will be covered with golden armor.

This is the last poem about chrysanthemum in Ode to Baicao. Because of the Huangchao uprising, this poem is written with arrogance and arrogance, just 28 characters, and the meaning of gold and iron horse is penetrating.

Everyone seemed to have experienced a swordsman conquest.

Then, she inspected everyone with her eyes.

Am I qualified to pick chrysanthemums?

Loudly.

Ding Xiang burst into tears. Suddenly fortunately, she chose again.

There was a clicking sound, the sound of the jaw returning.

Xu Ruoran was the first to speak. Today, you are the owner of the Chrysanthemum Garden. If someone makes things difficult for you again, I will ask her to go to Zhenbei Prince's Mansion to practice martial arts.

Rong Su was speechless, bowed to Baicaoshi and saluted, then took off his robe, turned and left.

Baicaoshi looked at Princess Qi.

Concubine Qi's face turned pale, she pouted, I'm right...

Suddenly the sound of horseshoes was heard, and two horses came walking not far away, one in front and one behind. People on horseback are all handsome and unrestrained, especially the one riding a yellow puma in the front. It is rare for someone to be so handsome without riding a white horse and a black horse.

The noble lady of Yanjing is well-informed, but she can't take her eyes off her.

Who is that? It's really Long Zhang Feng Zi.

I know the one in the back. It's the son-in-law, the princess's son-in-law.

It's the newly-appointed Minister of Honglu Temple, why did the Minister of Honglu Temple come here with the consort?

Fifth...fifth prince? It turns out that rumors...

There was a lot of noise, the ladies of Yanjing were whispering, and there were endless speculations about these two men.

Is the eldest princess here? asked the prince consort.

Xu Ruoran stepped forward and replied crisply: The eldest princess left the banquet at halftime and didn't come back. Maybe she has something important to do.

The son-in-law bowed his hands to Zhe Yu, You are very good at riding, and I will compete with you again when I have the opportunity.

After Zhe Yu replied Yes, he got off his horse and walked to Baicaoshi's side. I just finished, and I'm here to pick you up.

Baicaoshi blinked, her nose pantothenic. The shocking sight at the small gate of Qianming Academy, the life-and-death struggle in the rockery, and the wits of those who have just dealt with these forces have turned into peace of mind at this moment.

But Ding Xiang knelt down and blamed herself: Ding Xiang is incompetent, someone stepped on the chrysanthemum picked by Ding Xiang and his wife.