Qian Chen didn't want to pay attention to him at all. Who are you calling Li Bai? Can you call Li Bai? The noise of half agarwood pavilion suddenly became octave less. Qian Chen still looked drunk and hazy, poked out half of his body, holding a golden cup and spoonful of wine in the dragon pond.
It seems that I want to scoop up the moon reflected in the dragon pond.
The table in front of him was already in a mess, with several wine pots poured on the table, and there was no trace of wine inside.
He Zhizhang's beard was filled with wine. When he heard Emperor Xuan's call, he pulled Qian Chen's legs, pretended to be half drunk and half awake, and secretly watched the fun.
Qian Chen seemed to have not heard of it, but Emperor Xuan laughed: "I really don't treat myself as an outsider!"
"Gao Lishi, go and call him and ask him to settle the money he owed me with a poem. If this poem cannot move the imperial concubine, I will drive him out of Chang'an City tomorrow!"
"Yes!" Gao Lishi bowed his head and responded.
Qian Chen leaned his back in front of the pavilion, and when he turned around, he saw Gao Lishi's honest and honest face, and Qian Chen turned his head and refused to look at him. Gao Lishi squatted in front of him: "Wake up... Oh! Can you write poems when you are so drunk?" Gao Lishi frowned.
Yan Shu next to him smiled and pointed to the lilac grass outside the hall: "Isn't that awakened drunk grass?"
Gao Lishi's eyes lit up and he ordered: "Come here, pick a handful of drunken grass for me!"
Yan Shu smiled and stood up and said, "Why bother others? General Gao, I'll help you pick it!"
After saying that, he couldn't wait to run towards the lilac grass.
The most difficult thing to keep is to preserve the drunken grass. After half a day of leaving the root, the fishy smell will be dissipated, and there will be no ability to sober up. This grass must be watered with fine wine. If it weren’t for such a sip of wine, the palace would not be able to maintain this huge medicinal garden.
Gao Lishi didn't care about Yan Shu's enthusiasm.
Since Emperor Xuan ascended the throne, more people have wanted to curry favor with him! This little fact is so common.
He Zhizhang came up and said, "Gao Lishi, if you wake him up, you can't write the most wonderful poem! This poet's talent is always in his heart. Only when you encounter wine can it be emitted and turned into famous works throughout the ages. Didn't you interrupt the talent if you wake him up?"
"I don't care what poem he can write?" Gorry sneered.
"Anyway, it's him who will be kicked out of Chang'an at that time, not me!"
He Zhizhang shook his head and said, "Lishi Gao! Lishi Gao... Today is Your Majesty's birthday, what a good day! Everyone is so happy. If Li Bai gave a few sour poems and made him feel bad, wouldn't it be beautiful?"
"If he was asked to finish a poem well, he might have passed on the quatrains of eternal origin."
"The imperial concubine is happy at that time, and His Majesty is happy too... Don't you want to make His Majesty happy? You don't do your duty!"
Gao Lishi sighed, shook Qian Chen and shouted, "Li Bai!"
Qian Chen then turned his head, with a little crazy intention. Although his eyes were a little intoxicated, Gao Lishi was not sure how much the kid had woken up. Qian Chen had a seven-point free and easy face and three-point arrogant look, and asked, "Are you calling me?"
"It's Your Majesty who is calling you!" Gao Lishi said anxiously.
"Then why didn't he do it himself?"
Gao Lishi was so angry that he cursed: "Then why didn't I take your head to see him?"
"Head?" Qian Chen touched his head and said, "That's not OK. How can I drink without my head?"
"You still know how to drink!" Gao Lishi said speechlessly.
"Don't talk about anything else, what about your promise to my poem?"
Qian Chen suddenly sat up and said, "Writing a poem about beauty... I'll write one for you..." Qian Chen looked revered, looking at Xingqing Palace in the night outside the agarwood pavilion, in front of Huayou Xianghui Tower opposite the dragon pond, countless men and women in gorgeous clothes came and watched the lanterns, listened to the monks' lectures, and watched the dances of disciples in the Pear Garden...
Many noble people even danced by themselves along with singing and dancing.
The prosperous scene under the night was heard, accompanied by laughter and joy.
Immersed in this night, Qian Chen patted his thighs and sang with a beat: "The Emperor of Han values ​​color and wants to conquer the country, but Yu Yu has never been able to seek it for many years. A daughter in the Yang family grew up and was raised in the deep boudoir and was not known. She was born with beauty and was hard to give up on herself. Once she chose the king. She looked back and smiled and looked charming, and the pink and beautiful palaces were not colored..."
Gao Lishi's face collapsed in shock!
He didn't care about being decent, he reached out to cover Qian Chen's mouth, and turned around in panic.
There is a restriction in Xingqing Palace that slow spiritual consciousness, otherwise the guards with a little cultivation level would be able to listen to Emperor Xuan’s corner.
Therefore, the restrictions in the palace all have the ability to suppress the practitioners' sensitive eyes and ears.
In addition, there was also King Ning playing the flute for Emperor Xuan in the agarwood pavilion, so Gao Lishi was very glad to see that Emperor Xuan did not hear the poems recited by Qian Chen, but was listening to King Ning playing the flute.
Gao Lishi sweated coldly and turned around and said, "You are crazy! Do you dare to write such poems?"
Qian Chen thought to himself, I haven’t recited you the song “King Xue is drunk and awakened”!
The Song of Everlasting Sorrow can't stand it anymore. Gao Lishi, you are a little brave!
"You'd better write a song casually and get out of Chang'an quickly! If you stay, I can't save your life. The face of the Fujun is useless!" Gao Lishi sighed.
When Gao Lishi turned around to observe Emperor Xuan's expression, Qian Chen had already taken the pen handed over by He Zhizhang and asked, "Gao Lishi, you said it. As long as the imperial concubine is happy, what do I want?"
Gao Lishi turned around and saw Qian Chen rolling up his sleeves there.
"Are you drunk?"
"Drunk!" Qian Chen looked like I was sleepwalking, and said in a confused way: "But I heard about the glory and wealth, I was half awake!"
"Can you write a good poem?" Gao Lishi said helplessly.
Qian Chenzui smiled and said, "Is the previous words false?"
Gao Lishi said helplessly: "It's not a false statement. Your Majesty has always been generous. But you can take advantage of your Majesty's happiness and ask for some rewards. If you ask for excessive demands, I can't save you."
Qian Chen took off his shirt and spread it on the ground. He smiled at Gao Lishi and said, "Take off your boots!" Then he put his feet in front of Gao Lishi. Gao Lishi said anxiously: "You... you are really ungrateful..." Qian Chen had already stained the ink grinding by He Zhizhang next to him. The brush in his hand was like a sword, and he used the pen to write on the white clothes as smooth as a sword.
"The cloud wants clothes and flowers want to look..."
Under the agarwood pavilion, the forbidden law left by the Empress’s era made flowers bloom in all seasons, and the peony that the Tang people loved the most swayed in the wind.
Qian Chen whispered and chanted long: "The spring breeze blows through the dew, and the dew is thick..."
Gao Lishi swallowed his breath, not knowing that Qian Chen had a bad taste, but he bullied him, an honest man. After listening to the first half, he knew that this poem would inevitably touch the imperial concubine Yang Taizhen, and even spread this scene to the ages.
He sighed in his heart, just pretending to have fulfilled his promise!
So he reached out to take off two black-skin six-seam boots for Qian Chen.
Qian Chen smiled secretly and said, "That's it! Qing Pingle, who has no strongman taking off his boots, has no soul... It's not that I, Qian Chen, deliberately tormented you, but to pay tribute to Li Taibai!"
He pondered in his mouth about this poem that was imprinted forever, and called the immortality of the beauty. His hand wrote like clouds and smoke, and continued to write on his coat...
"If it weren't for the presence of the group of jade mountains, I would have met under the moon on the Yao platform!"
Having written this, Qian Chen paused and continued to write in the blank space
"Famous flowers are so beautiful that the country is happy, and the king looks at each other with a smile. Explain the endless hatred of the spring breeze, and lean against the railings in the north of the agarwood pavilion."
He Zhizhang was watching the drunkenness beside him. Yan Shu returned with Xingzhu, but stopped at the door. Ning Qingchen leaned over to see, slightly lost consciousness. Even Zhang Xu couldn't help but sneak up and peek...
In the clouds and mists of writing, there seemed to be a silhouette of Yang Taizhen looking back and smiling.
Chapter completed!