The Story of Leaping from the Dragon Gate

Xianhou stepped in, who would dare not give face.Song Wei rolled her eyes inwardly, she got up and left the table under the pretext of changing clothes, and went to the special clean room at the back of the hall.

Filled my stomach with soup, I was already very full.After urinating, he sighed softly in relief, stretched out his hand out of the curtain, and asked Lan Di, who was waiting outside, for a warm towel and handkerchief.

Unexpectedly, the veil moved on its own, first rubbing against the palm, then turning to the back of the hand, and then slowly rubbing one finger after another.Through the lightly trembling curtain, there is an indescribable tenderness and affection.

Butler Lan didn't have such thoughts, and others didn't have the courage.It is self-evident who is coming.Song Wei is still sober, but sleepy and drunk, after all, she is in a trance.The warm handkerchief wraps the fingers, which is really comfortable. I know in my heart that it is not a good thing, but I am lazy to move at all.He let the handkerchief wrap around his fingers and around his wrist again, wiped it over and over again, and finally loosened it. Like a ghost, he changed the other hand out.

There seemed to be a faint muffled laugh coming from outside the curtain.Then there was a sound of water, and the handkerchief was changed to wipe his hand.

Song Wei leaned lazily on the floor-to-ceiling bronze mirror and sandalwood frame, thinking, this guy is still in the mood to tease the young master, should he tell what Dugu Ying has kept from his father so far, make him unhappy, and make himself happy What about?Close your eyes and ponder for a moment, two days have passed, Miss Dugu still hasn't moved, maybe she has figured it out and has other plans; or is it because the timing is wrong and she is holding back?No matter which one, it's not bad for yourself at the moment.If it's the former, there's no need to worry about demolishing her; if it's the latter... well, the villain will sue first.

Thinking of the ignorant Dugu who was outside the curtain who was about to become a cheap grandpa, he couldn't help but feel a little pitiful, and his pretended disgust faded a bit.

Dugu Mian opened the curtain little by little, as if lifting a piece of haze that covered his heart.Seeing the person inside leaning on the mirror frame, with a half-smile on his face, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, lowered his voice, and asked, "Your Highness, is this servant serving you well?"

Song Wei raised her eyebrows, and ignored it: "The time is too short, I didn't realize it."

Dugu Mian narrowed his eyes: "Then wait for a while longer." Soaked the handkerchief again in the steaming gilt copper basin, took it out and wrung it until it was half dry, took a step closer, and wiped his face.After wiping his face, he rubbed his ears and neck with his shoulders.Today is not a court meeting, Song Wei is wearing a white jade and gold crown, not a five-color crown.At this moment, she was half lying on Dugu's back shoulder, revealing the nape of her neck which was as pink and greasy as her face.The hot towel kerchief rubbed it over, humming in comfort.

Dugumo whispered in his ear, "Unfortunately, it's not the same outfit as yesterday and the day before yesterday...Xiaoyin, you really look like what you wear, it looks great."

Song Wei chuckled: "I look like a beggar in rags, and he looks good too. It's a pity that Lord Hou has never seen it before."

Dugu Mian patted him on the back of the head: "Naughty." She stretched her hand along the collar.

Song Wei froze: "What are you doing?"

"Don't do anything, take a look at your injuries." Dugu Mian said, but she stopped when she touched her shoulder.Touched the surface twice, then pressed lightly, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Song Wei shook his head.In fact, when I pressed it down, there was still a dull pain inside.However, the dull pain was unspeakably numb, and even the waist and eyes seemed to be softened.He was afraid that his secret would be revealed as soon as he opened his mouth, so he resolutely kept silent.

Dugu Mian just thought that he was making trouble, so he straightened his clothes, and said softly: "The wound is good, don't drink so much wine." He rubbed his finger back and forth on the dark blue under his eyes, sighed and comforted him, "Good boy, just hold on for a while longer. Wait The palace banquet is over, don't go back to the mansion yet. There is no one disturbing you here, Your Majesty, take a good rest." After finishing speaking, he let go of his hand, "You go out first, I will wait for a while."

Song Wei glanced at him three times, then walked away without saying a word.Seeing Lan Butler standing guard at the door to watch out for Marquis Xian, he cast a sidelong glance.He re-entered the table and said that he had a headache, but he drank less.When he left, he didn't stand in the cold.King An was talking about customs and customs with Prince Huihe, while King Duan was talking about eating, drinking and having fun with the Turkic leader.

As soon as he sat down and his butt was still warm, the Gaochang envoy on the side seat came over.

"His Royal Highness King Xiu, a small follower in my mission, who is thirteen years old, has a little knowledge of writing and ink, and improvised a few poems to express his admiration for the Heavenly Dynasty. I wonder if His Highness will allow him to take the liberty to make a fool of himself , Let everyone laugh, right to add to the fun?"

Song Wei raised his eyebrows: "Oh? You Gaochang has talented people. Where is it? Show it up and have a look."

The state of Xianxi etiquette, the imperial examination for scholars, the most important thing is culture and education.When they heard that the thirteen-year-old Gaochang boy was going to present a poem, everyone was full of interest and waited eagerly.You must know that it has always been the southeastern vassal state that Shangbang culture has really learned from home.For example, in places like Goryeo, Annan, and Jiaozhi, people were sent directly to Taixue to study and take exams.Minorities in the Northwest are not good at this, so naturally they don't do it.However, when it comes to the degree of Xiahua, Gaochang is indeed second to none among the countries in the Western Regions.

The envoy of Gaochang shouldered a heavy responsibility on this trip, trying to restore the relationship with the Xianxi court. The act of presenting poems is a very advanced and flattering strategy.It's just that this group of people thinks highly of themselves, doesn't think much of the other missions, and always feels wronged, sometimes arrogant, sometimes flattering, quite arousing hatred.Ordinarily, this scene was carefully prepared, and the poem was supposed to be dedicated to the emperor, but unexpectedly, the emperor disappeared after staying for a while, and did not come back for a long time.The envoy of Gaochang was afraid of missing a good opportunity, so he had to take the next best thing and dedicate it to His Royal Highness.

The young man from Gaochang was not qualified to sit in the hall, so he heard the call and came in steadily.Song Wei had a friendly face, called the person to the table, asked his name and family background, it turned out that he was the son and nephew of King Gaochang.Don't ask what you wrote, give a compliment first.

Unexpectedly, the young man didn't buy it, and insisted on asking His Highness to comment on and teach the poems.Song Wei's eyes are sharp, he has seen the silk in his hand, there are several densely packed lines, several rare characters, and he doesn't know if he can read it or not.

I complained from the bottom of my heart, and the surface was more pleasant: "The so-called common appreciation of strange texts, it is better for you to recite it for your highness and adults to listen to."

The young man was greatly encouraged, and he was not polite at all. He read aloud: "Wan Guo congratulates Tang Yao. In the morning, all officials will be gathered. The flower crown is Xiao Xiangfu, and the embroidered clothes are Huo whoring Yao. The life color is condensed, and the joy is full of joy. The imperial furnace divides the animal charcoal, Immortals govern Yun Shao. The sun shines on the golden cup, and the wind blows the jade pendant. Those who offer gifts from the capital must not go to the court together."

After finishing reading, he raised his chin involuntarily, and looked at King Xiu eagerly in the blink of an eye: "Your Highness, in your Highness's opinion, how is my work?"

Song Wei secretly complained endlessly, forced a smile and said: "Good literary talent, it really is a masterpiece! Haha..."

How could the young Gaochang boy be willing to let go of such an opportunity to show his face?How did he know that the flamboyant Shangbang prince in front of him was just an embroidered pillow.Insist on asking: "If there are any deficiencies, I implore Your Highness to enlighten me."

Song Wei was so anxious that she almost sweated.Everyone here knows his details, so it's inconvenient to interrupt.Those who are qualified to intervene may not know his details, so they don't know who to ask for help.

Just when he was embarrassed, he suddenly heard An Wang Songxuan leisurely saying: "This is a five-character poem with beautiful rhetoric, neat antithesis, precise use of allusions, and more yearning at the end. It is indeed a masterpiece."

Song Wei hurriedly said haha: "My second brother's writing is much better than mine, if he said it is a masterpiece, then it must be a masterpiece."

I don't want Song Yu to change the subject: "It's a pity... the rhetoric is beautiful, and the words of the corolla embroidered clothes are too frivolous. Although the battle is neat, it may not be stable, such as Jiuxiao vs. Danjian, Yunshao vs. Beast Charcoal. This kind of thing. The last sentence has some affection, but it is too petty. If it is a childish enlightenment, it is indeed a good work, but if it is really based on poetry, it is not yet a high-end product."

Song Wei's haha ​​froze on the lips, the eyes of the Gaochang boy over there were red, and the face of the Gaochang envoy turned green.

His Royal Highness King Xiu sighed.He knew that the second child should not be allowed to speak at all.

Gaochang boy has a very high status in the country, and he can accompany the mission to present poems to the emperor of Shangbang. For his age group, his literary talent is naturally unmatched, so he is very proud.Being criticized by the prince of Shangbang for a proud song, how could he bear it? He bowed to Song Yu, his face flushed, and said: "I know that I am young and have little knowledge, so I express my feelings on the spur of the moment. I have never Think more about it. I don’t know if I can ask some highness or senior to take part in the song, so that the kid can listen to what is meant by a top-notch work.”

Song Kui smiled: "Occupying one poem? Isn't this bullying children? What is high-end products? Go back and read a few more books, read more poems by Wang Chengdu, Li Xusheng and other great masters in the dynasty, and you will naturally know."

Xianxi civil servants here are all adults in their tens of years old, and no one can compete with him, a boy from a foreign country. Hearing this, they all nodded and kindly rescued: "It's only 13 years old, and it's very rare to be able to write such a good sentence. Very rare..."

How could the young man give up, and proudly said: "My boy is in my hometown. I heard that there are many talented people in the state, and there are many talented people. He must be at my age. There are countless people who are better educated and richer than me. Your highnesses don't care about the boy. Can you invite someone of the same age to discuss and learn from each other, so that you can have the right to drink for today's fun?"

Song Weixin said: "Boy, don't be shameless just because you are young!"However, seeing that this 13-year-old Gaochang boy has no stage fright, he can't help but feel a little admiration.What's more, being squeezed to such an extent, and not responding to the challenge again, in the eyes of the mostly single-celled Tibetans, they thought they were really afraid of him.

He laughed loudly at the moment: "There are a lot of talents and talented people, well said! If you want to learn from each other, how difficult is it? I will find someone to discuss with you."

Turning to ask King An: "Second Brother, which child in our royal family is good at writing poems?"

Brothers sitting at the same table, this is the first time today that they face each other directly.Song Yu paused for a moment, and then said: "The older ones have graduated from palace studies early, and they should be good at poetry and prose, but they are all over fifteen years old. The younger ones are still studying, and most of them have not been enlightened yet..."

When Song Wei heard it, it was not the right age.Since he intends to overwhelm the other party, bringing someone over 13 years old would be suspected of bullying the younger.Those who are too young are afraid that they will not have enough courage and talent.He had no choice but to turn to the officials in the palace and ask: "My dear friends, do you know which young master in the city is of the same age and has a poem name outside, borrowing it to make Xianxi look good?"

The civil servants immediately discussed with each other in whispers.After some discussion, a few candidates were put forward, and after further questioning, or the ages did not match, or they happened to be out of the city, or they were well-known, but their backgrounds were not high, and they had never seen a big scene, so they called them rashly. I'm afraid I can't hold back.It was difficult for a while.

Song Wei frowned: "The most talented people are polite, low-key and humble, it's normal for you to know little..." Suddenly he slapped his knee and laughed, "Okay, no need to look for it, I have a ready-made one here!"

Everyone fell silent and listened to him.

Song Wei turned his head, and said to Dugu who was sitting on the side seat: "Young master Dugu Shi from Xianhou's mansion, as soon as his literary talent is good, let him come."

When Dugu returned to the banquet, he happened to catch up with the young man from Gaochang who was reciting a poem to the end.Although he was present for the next thing, he had no knowledge of civil and military skills, so he could only do it in a hurry.At this moment, when King Xiu named his youngest son, he was surprised, but more worried.Standing up and saluting, he said: "Your Highness, the child is only nine years old and still ignorant and naive, I'm afraid..."

Song Weixin said how your youngest son studies, you scumbag father knows nothing.He flipped through Dugu Shi's workbook, and by intuition, the poems in it were no worse than that kid Gao Chang.Although Dugu Shi is only nine years old, his calm and pretentious demeanor is just like his sister's.At his age, as long as he can say a few words that are close to each other, he will win this match without losing.

He waved his hand and said, "Don't be modest, hurry up to pick up people, don't make everyone wait for a long time."

There was a large crowd, and Dugu Mian could not shirk, but agreed.

Dugu Shi has not yet entered the social circle, so others don't know what his literary talent is.However, all the important ministers of Xianxi knew that the sixth prince had a close relationship with the Marquis Xian, so they probably knew it very well.With such an opportunity, one may become famous in one fell swoop, but one may also lose face.He had no choice but to fall on the head of Xianhou's mansion, but he couldn't give a reason for his opposition.

More than half an hour passed, and Dugu Shi was quickly taken to the palace by Xianhou's cronies.The child knew the whole story on the way, entered the main hall, and saluted properly.Song smiled and waved: "Have you had lunch, Xiaoji?" As he spoke, he took the cheese and fruit himself, and asked the maid to deliver it to the child.

Dugu Shi politely declined.Song smiled and said: "The envoy of Gaochang was young and talented. He wrote a poem just now. He wanted to discuss with my Xianxi young talent, so he called you here temporarily. I told your father that you wrote good poems, but he refused. Believe me. I've made a guarantee, so don't let others compare you lightly."

Dugu Shi wanted to take a look at his father, but held back.He said to Song Wei: "Your Highness, the envoy of Gaochang wrote a masterpiece, can you allow me to read it?"

A servant had already brought Gaochang's youthful poems over, and set up a few cases for Dugu Shi, and the four treasures of the study served him.

After reading the other party's poem, Dugu Shi didn't speak, just bowed his head and thought silently.He is young, calm and composed, and looks very good, the whole hall, including many foreign envoys, can't help but turn their hearts to this side.

After a quarter of an hour, Dugu Shi took up the pen and began to write.After finishing writing, he raised his head, his eyes sparkling.

Song Wei looked at it, and knew that it was almost inseparable.Said: "It's better for Xiaoma to read it to us."

Dugu Shi answered, stood up, and the childish voice was crisp and clear: "Beating the drums passes through the strict city, and the chariots and horses overflow the vast expanse. The bright candles shine brightly. The Dandian is located on the dragon's head, and Cui Wei is facing Fengshan. Hansheng Qianmenli, Sunshine between the double towers. Forbidden travelers form a column, and the incense rises to the sky. The brilliance sees the sage, and the virtuous and virtuous. I am ashamed of the appearance of a mandarin duck, and I fly back in the short sky. Why do you pretend to be feathers, and the clouds and roads are chasing each other? .”

As soon as the words fell, everyone in the hall applauded and cheered.Song Xiaoying asked Song Yu, "Second Brother, how about the poems of young master Dugu?"

Song Yu said leisurely: "'Why do you pretend to be hairy, and the clouds and roads are chasing each other.' Don't say anything else, just talk about the realm of conception, and the judgment will be judged."

That Gaochang boy's face turned red and then white, white and then red again.Song Wei hurriedly played haha ​​to smooth things over, and praised the two children for their kindness.And he was generous with his father's generosity, rewarding Gaochang youth and Dugu Shi with a bunch of treasures.

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Congratulations to Tang Yao from all countries, and a meeting of hundreds of bureaucrats in the morning.Corolla Xiao Xiangfu, embroidered clothes Huo whoring Yao.

The color of longevity condenses the red threshold, and the sound of joy pierces the sky.The imperial furnace divides the animal charcoal, and the immortal manages Yunshao.

The sun shines on the golden cup, and the wind blows the jade pendant.Those who offer gifts in the capital are not allowed to go to the dynasty together.

Tang Baoji's "Yuan Ri Guan Bai Liao Chao Hui"

Beat the drums to pass through the strict city, and the chariots and horses overflow the vast area.Bright candles shine brightly in China.

Dandian is based on Longshou, and Cui Wei is facing Fengshan.The cold life is thousands of miles away, and the sunshine is shining between the double towers.

The ban travels down into a row, and the incense burns in the sky.Huihui sees the sage of Ming, and he is a good man.

Ashamed of the mandarin duck's posture, the short hen flies back in the air.Whoever is the fake feather, the cloud and the road chase each other.

There are deletions and revisions in Tang Wei Yingwu's "Guan Zao Chao".