"There are also typical unfaithful men. How come I don't know who they are?" Li Shu looked at Zhu Ping'an, slightly parted her cherry lips, and asked curiously.
"This person hides himself very deeply. I'm afraid you will be scared if I tell you about it." Zhu Ping'an smiled slightly, his eyes full of confidence.
"But I don't believe it. Tell me what you think." Li Shu closed the poem in her hand and smiled at Zhu Ping'an.
"I guess you won't believe it even if I tell you. After all, he has successfully deceived people for hundreds of years." Zhu Ping'an said with a smile, curling the corners of his lips.
"Oh... tell me about it." Li Shu's pretty face showed more curiosity, and she looked at Zhu Ping'an and urged him.
"He is..." Zhu Pingan deliberately dragged out his voice, whetting people's appetite before slowly saying, "Li Bai."
"Li... Bai?"
Sure enough, Li Shu was very surprised after hearing this. An expression of surprise appeared on her pretty face, and she didn't quite believe her ears.
There were no singers or movie stars in ancient times, but poets filled the gap. For most girls, Li Bai, who wrote "Seven parts of wine turned into moonlight, the remaining three parts turned into sword energy, and his words expressed half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty," is their super idol.
Now I suddenly hear that my idol is actually a typical heartless man. The surprise brought by this subversive statement is difficult to describe in words.
"Don't try to fool me." Li Shu turned her watery eyes to Zhu Ping'an and said in a coquettish voice.
"I have evidence." Zhu Ping'an raised the corners of his lips, "Li Bai can be called the most famous heartless man in history."
"What evidence?"
Li Shu leaned forward, her eyes widened with curiosity. Could it be that Zhu Ping'an really found something to hold against Li Bai? But why have I never heard of it
Zhu Pingan smiled slightly, his thick eyebrows also showed a smile, his dark eyes turned slightly, with a bit of mischief, and he said slowly:
"Since ancient times, poets have exchanged poems with each other. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu fell in love at first sight with Li Bai, who was more than ten years older than him, in Luoyang, the eastern capital. They went out together, just as Du Fu wrote in his poem "Searching for Fan Shi's Reclusive Residence with Li Bai" 'We slept together in the autumn when drunk, and walked hand in hand during the day.' When they were drunk, they would sleep on the same bed and cover themselves with the same quilt, and they would hold hands and play together during the day. Their affection was evident from this."
"From then on, Du Pu was loyal to Li Bai. He wrote poems for Li Bai no matter they were apart or together. He wrote a total of 14 poems. When he was a guest in Kyoto in the second year, he wrote "Presented to Li Bai" (five-character quatrain). When they went out together, he wrote "Searching for Fan Shi's Reclusive Residence with Li Bai". In spring, he wrote "Remembering Li Bai in Spring". In winter, he wrote "Thinking of Li Bai in Winter". When they parted, he wrote "Presented to Li Bai" (seven-character quatrain). When he hadn't seen Li Bai for a few days, he wrote "No See" (I Haven't Seen Li Bai for a Long Time). When he dreamed of Li Bai, he wrote "Two Poems of Dreaming of Li Bai". When he was drinking, he wrote "Song of the Eight Immortals Drinking". When he was drunk, he thought of Li Bai and wrote "Su Duan Xue Fu Banquet Letter Xue Hua Drunken Song". Even when he said goodbye to other friends, he did not forget Li Bai and wrote "Sending Kong Chaofu Back to Jiangdong on His Illness, and Presenting to Li Bai". When Li Bai was exiled, he wrote "Thinking of Li Bai at the End of the Sky" and "Twenty Rhymes to Li Bai". In his later years, he still missed the time when he traveled with Li Bai in his youth and wrote "Past Travels" and "Sending Away Thoughts"... ... "
"The fourteen poems are full of passionate feelings, friendship and admiration for Li Bai. They are all written with great talent and literary talent. There are many famous lines that will be remembered forever, such as 'Bai Ye's poems are invincible, and his thoughts are unique', 'The pen falls and the wind and rain are shocked, and the poems are completed and the gods and ghosts weep', 'The old friend enters my dream, and I miss him', and 'Li Bai writes hundreds of poems after drinking a bowl of wine, and sleeps in a wine shop in Chang'an. He refuses to board the boat when the emperor calls him, and claims that he is a fairy in wine'."
"Du Fu wrote so many poems for Li Bai, which can be described as his unparalleled love. But what about Li Bai? Li Bai wrote "Presented to Wang Lun" for Wang Lun and "I Sent This to Wang Changling on His Demotion to Longbiao" for Wang Changling, which had nothing to do with Du Fu. Du Fu's heart is for Li Bai, but Li Bai is for Wang Lun; Du Fu's heart is for Li Bai, but Li Bai is for Changling; Du Fu has hundreds of poems, but they are not as good as the love Wang Lun sent me... ... After reading the fourteen poems sent by Du Fu, wouldn't Li Bai's conscience hurt?"
Zhu Ping'an curled the corners of his lips, quoted from classics, and spoke eloquently.
The little maidservant Baozi listened at the side, nodded repeatedly, and looked at Zhu Ping'an with an expression of confusion and thought that what her son-in-law said made a lot of sense.
"Ah, you are just talking nonsense. If the old scholar hears you, he will definitely splatter your blood. Let's see if you dare to make up stories about the ancients again."
Li Shu listened seriously at first, but rolled her eyes after a few sentences. Then she couldn't help laughing as she listened further. Her cherry lips slightly opened in a smile. But after listening to the end, she couldn't help spitting and showing a coquettish look.
Of course, the "spit" here is not real spitting, it is just to express emotion, just like the coquettish "Pooh" of a modern beauty, so cute and lovely. In "Dream of Red Mansions", Lin Daiyu said this to Jia Baoyu several times, a bit like flirting.
"I didn't say anything nonsense. There is evidence to prove it. Of course, sooner or later, you will have to pay for what you have done. Later, Li Bai also met Meng Haoran, a heartless man. Oh, by the way, Meng Haoran was also more than ten years older than Li Bai. Li Bai met Meng Haoran when he was traveling in Xiangzhou (now Xiangfan City) and admired him very much. Like Du Fu, Li Bai also wrote many poems to Meng Haoran, about five in total. When they first met, he gave Meng Haoran a poem "Presented to Meng Haoran", "I love Master Meng, his elegance is known all over the world" He expressed his admiration for Meng Haoran directly and frankly; he climbed the mountain and worshipped Buddha, and wrote a poem to Meng Haoran, "Returning to the Mountain in Spring to Send to Meng Haoran", to express his friendship; he sent Meng Haoran off to Guangling, and wrote "Farewell to Meng Haoran at the Yellow Crane Tower", in which "My old friend bids farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and goes to Yangzhou in the fireworks of March" is even more famous; later he wrote "Presented to Meng Haoran on the Snow in Huainan" and "Visiting the North Lake Pavilion in Liyang and Looking at Wawu Mountain", and he never forgot Meng Haoran. "
"As a result, Meng Haoran only wrote a poem "Farewell to Wang Wei". I wonder how Li Bai felt..."
Zhu Pingan shrugged and said with a smile.
Naturally, the little maidservant looked at her own son-in-law with an expression of confusion and thought that he was really knowledgeable.
"You're just talking nonsense. None of them is like what you said. Other people's pure friendship is as unbearable as you say. Besides, it's not that Li Bai had never written poems with Du Fu. Li Bai wrote two poems for Du Fu, "A Letter to Du Fu at the Foot of Shaqiu City" and "Farewell to Du Erfu at Dongshimen in Lu County", and there is also a doggerel poem "A Playful Gift to Du Fu"." Li Shu glared at Zhu Ping'an with her big, watery eyes, looking around coquettishly.
"Li Bai wrote hundreds of poems after drinking, one poem for each cup of wine, but he only wrote these three poems for Du Fu. That is the emotion expressed in three cups of wine. It's really..." Zhu Ping'an curled his lips and smiled.
"I won't argue with you~~" Li Shu rolled her eyes at Zhu Ping'an and let Zhu Ping'an experience the fun of it himself.