Li Hong looked at Pei Wanying, who suddenly became a little mysterious, and couldn't help but become curious. What other poems did he have that Chang'an scholars didn't know
Pei Wanying looked at Li Hong's probing eyes, then turned to look at the empty streets around her, and then whispered: "Remember not to tell others. This poem was written by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince when he was campaigning in the Western Regions. It has not been in Chang'an yet. It’s spread among the scholars.”
"Yeah, yeah, tell me, I'd like to hear what poem makes you so mysterious." Li Hong nodded and said as if he was pounding garlic.
Pei Wanying looked at Li Hong, warned him again with her eyes, and then whispered: "The long clouds in Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance. The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never return it until it is broken."
Li Hong nodded understandingly. This was one of Wang Changling's "Seven Poems on the Military March" that he read. Unexpectedly, even Pei Wanying knew it, but why didn't the Chang'an scholars know it
Pei Wanying watched Li Hong thinking, and became more sure that Li Hong was also a scholar. Although he also wrote a poem in front of her today, it was far inferior to the poems of His Highness the Crown Prince.
Now that he has recited His Highness the Crown Prince's poem, he shouldn't feel embarrassed. After all, this was written by the prince of the current dynasty who was known as a child prodigy and a descendant of the purple star from a young age.
"This... Since the Chang'an scholars don't know about it, why do you know about it?" Li Hong came back to his senses, looked at Pei Wanying and asked.
This time, Pei Wanying was stunned. This person's thinking was really different from ordinary people. His mind was not on His Highness the Prince's poems, but on how he knew about things.
Pei Wanying looked at him and said: "My father has been accompanying His Highness the Crown Prince to fight in Anxi these years. Naturally, he heard His Highness the Crown Prince compose poems, so he mentioned it in his letter to me."
Li Hong wanted to know whether Pei Xingjian mentioned himself in his letters or praised himself in front of his daughter. In this case, could he win over the lovely person in front of him with twice the result with half the effort
But after thinking about it, I still couldn't ask. No matter how I asked, I felt abrupt, so I said, "So, you prefer this kind of poetry?"
Pei Wanying thought for a moment, and then nodded firmly. It was probably because of Pei Xingjian that she had been influenced by Pei Xingjian's civil and military skills since childhood. Although she seemed gentle, her character was very strong and unyielding.
"Father said, His Highness the Prince's poem is as domineering as His Highness commanding thousands of troops. He is strategizing and winning a victory thousands of miles away. And just like the poem he wrote, His Highness can make the enemy in Anxi." I’m scared to hear the news.”
Pei Wanying's last sentence obviously came from his father's place, but to Li Hong's ears, it sounded like a mixed blessing. Thinking about what he did in Anxi, he really didn't think it was a compliment to himself.
Thinking of this, Li Hong couldn't help but touch his nose. Regardless of whether he was praising himself or not, he just had to recite one of the seven poems. No matter what, he couldn't be worse than that Li Hong. At least he couldn't waste the name Li Bai.
"Miss Pei, after listening to the poem you just read, I suddenly had an idea and wrote a poem about the battle in the Western Regions. Why don't you give me your review?" Li Hong said hehely.
Pei Wanying is no longer unfamiliar with him now, and her whole person seems to be much livelier. After hearing Li Hong's words, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.
Although he was wearing a mask, Li Hong still felt that the beauty was delicious and his heart was throbbing.
Pei Wanying suppressed her smile, thinking about the mediocre poem he had just written, and said with a bit of chirping: "Okay, little lady, I am all ears."
"The Baichi Tower in the west of Fenghuo City, the sea breeze and autumn are alone at dusk. I play the Qiang flute to close the mountains and the moon, and I don't have the worries of the golden boudoir. How is it? How does it compare with that of His Highness the Prince?" Li Hong pretended to be dressed in the same suit. The white robe looks like Bai Wuchang. At this moment, he has to compose poems with his hands behind his back. The poet's image is not portrayed, but he looks like a filial son.
After Li Hong read the first sentence, the smile on Pei Wanying's face disappeared. As the second sentence slowly came out of Li Hong's mouth, Pei Wanying felt as if she was already immersed in the letters she exchanged with her father. , next to the beautiful Qinghai Lake that my father mentioned.
The next three or four sentences shocked Pei Wanying to the extreme. She even seemed to be able to feel her father's longing for her and her mother in the poem from the poem.
This is a poem about the soldiers who went to war to miss their hometown. Whether it is the environment, atmosphere, or emotions, they are all contained in these two short lines, and it is full of Pei Wanying's longing for her father.
"This... is this a poem you wrote?" Pei Wanying couldn't believe it. She really couldn't connect this poem with the one just now, let alone believe that in a short period of time, this Mr. Li Bai was right in front of her. Composed two poems.
If Li Hong knew what Pei Wanying was thinking at this moment, he would probably think that this was nothing. Under the intimidation of my dragon mother’s feather duster, I composed five songs in a row.
"Of course I did it." Someone said firmly.
As for Wang Changling, who has not yet been born, he is a great poet anyway. If he works hard and writes some other poems, he will add more bricks and tiles to China's five thousand years of splendid culture, and let the three hundred Tang poems of later generations become the five hundred Tang poems. First, let those guys carry it.
Pei Wanying began to habitually tilt her head to think about the problem, but her eyes at this time seemed a little dim because she missed her father.
Li Hong looked at Pei Wanying with her head tilted, imagining the dimples under the mask that fascinated him, and then heard Pei Wanying suddenly say: "Have you been to the Western Regions? Have you met my father, right? Is he okay now?" "
Pei Wanying believed that those who could write such poems must have been to the Western Regions, otherwise they would not have been able to come up with them and express the feelings of the border soldiers so appropriately.
What's more, after Mr. Li found out that his name was Pei Wanying by the river, he shouted as if he had seen a ghost and asked if he was Pei Xingjian or Pei Judao's daughter. This was enough to show that he must have met one of the two.
Now that he wrote this poem in front of her, it was obviously impossible for him to have met Pei Judao. Pei Judao was a civil servant, unlike his father. Civil servants and military generals could do the job, so she was sure that this Mr. Li Bai must be I have met my father.
Li Hong was startled. He looked at Pei Wanying's eyes as she looked at him quietly, and the unswerving look in her eyes. Come to think of it, this ice-snow, smart and lovely person has changed from the first time he met her to now. In terms of performance, I guessed it.
"Yeah, I did meet your father. Your father is very good, but he misses you and your mother very much." Li Hong said solemnly.
"That's no wonder. You must have returned from the Western Expedition with His Highness the Crown Prince. Unfortunately, your father was left in Tubo by His Highness the Crown Prince. He said that he had important responsibilities and could not come back now." Pei Wanying learned from Mr. Li's mouth , after proving his guess, he seemed a little sad.
As he walked forward, he lowered his head and kicked the small clods of dirt on the dirt road under his feet from time to time. Looking at the clods seemed to be the girl's concern as she ran forward on the bumpy road under her feet.
"You...you miss your father very much?" Li Hong asked guiltily.
After all, Pei Xingjian and Ma Zai have never been back since they arrived in Anxi. It has been almost four years since they arrived in Anxi. There is no reason for people to miss home.
Pei Wanying nodded thoughtfully, answering Li Hong's question, and after a while she said: "But it's almost time, I heard from my father that I'm afraid I can come back in more than two years. "
Li Hong's conditioned reflex and careless grunting said: "By then, when your father comes back, I'm afraid you'll already be married, right?"
As expected, Pei Wanying glared at him angrily, just like when they first met by the river, and then started to lower her head and said nothing.
How could a girl tell her family concerns in front of a man she had just met
I should also tell my mother that if my father does not come back, I will not get married. Only when my father comes back will I find someone to get married.
Li Hong knew he had made a mistake. Looking at this lovely person who was angry when he was angry, he touched his nose and then continued walking forward.
"If... I mean if, if your father comes back early, would you be happy?" Li Hong became more cautious when he spoke this time, for fear of making the beauty angry again.
After walking to the door of the house, they did not see Sun Simiao and Yuan Tiangang. Instead, there were two soldiers guarding the door. They watched Li Hong and the others approaching and hurriedly saluted.
Li Hong waved his hand, not letting the two of them talk, but asked: "Where is Sun Shenxian?"
"You are not allowed to come in." Before the soldier could reply, Sun Simiao's obviously retaliatory voice came from the room next to him.
"Why can't I go in?" Li Hong nodded and didn't see where the old Taoist was.
"I just don't allow you to come in, it will only cause trouble. Wanying, come in, don't let him follow you in." Sun Simiao said coldly, knowing that finding a princess for him would only be a hindrance.
"Mr. Li, I'll go in first." Pei Wanying leaned over and smiled, then walked in slowly wearing a well-fitting white robe.
Someone was left staring blankly at the beautiful figure, motionless for a long time.
He patted the head of Bai Qi next to him and continued to ask the two soldiers to guard the door. If there was not enough manpower, they could be mobilized from elsewhere.
The sky was getting dark, and the day had passed with Pei Wanying wandering around Li Hong, and he could not leave Lantian now, unless Sun Simiao could find a way to figure out how to implant the cowpox vaccine into the human body, including controlling the dosage. Only then can I return to Chang'an with peace of mind.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Yang Wu and said: "Inform Di Renjie to see if there are any criminals in Dali Temple who have committed serious crimes and bring a few over to serve as guinea pigs."
"Little white mouse?" Yang Wu didn't understand what it meant.
"Just go if you are told, don't worry about what the guinea pig is."
(End of chapter)