My name is Chang An, your name is Gu Li

Seeing the bustling crowd outside, Gu Li stretched her head to look around. As if just looking was not enough, she took a step and was about to go out. But just after taking one step, she felt two big hands holding her waist, and then she was carried back to the original position.

She was a little slow to react, so she turned around to look at Chang An who was standing behind her, and the other party leaned over slightly, got close to her, and then asked:

"Are you in such a hurry? With so many people here, aren't you afraid of getting lost?"

"Ah..." Gu Li was stunned for a moment, then reacted, took Chang An's hand, and said with a smile: "This way it won't be lost."

Gu Li held Chang An's hand again, and after making sure he would not let go, he was satisfied and pulled Chang An into the crowd. When standing on the side of the street, Chang An didn't feel anything, but when he entered the center of the crowd, he felt as if it was daytime.

"It's so bright..." Chang An sighed.

"Chang Lang didn't like going out before, so he deserved that he didn't even know about the Lantern Festival." Gu Li said cheerfully, shaking the hand he was holding.

"Then please ask the knowledgeable Mrs. Gu to explain it to Chang Lang." Chang An said with a smile.

"The Lantern Festival, as the name suggests, is a lantern festival held during the Lantern Festival." Gu Li explained, "During the three days before and after the Lantern Festival, lanterns will be hung everywhere every day, especially on the night of the Lantern Festival, when some lanterns will be posted with lantern riddles."

"Not only that, I heard before that whoever guesses the riddle can take away the lantern with the riddle on it."

Chang An nodded in understanding, and then asked, "Has Gu Niang ever obtained a lantern before?"

"No," Gu Li pouted and said, "I have never solved the lantern riddle."

"Who said no? Didn't Gu Niang solve my poem yesterday?" Chang An consoled with a smile, "How about this, Gu Niang, how about I make a bet with you?"

"What bet?" Gu Li asked with some interest.

"Let's bet on whether anyone can guess the riddle." Chang An said, "The loser will be punished!"

"Ah!" Gu Li was stunned for a moment, "But I can guess the riddle of the poem."

"But only you, Gu Niang, can guess it." Chang An said with a smile, "Gu Niang, tell me what you want to bet on first. I'll bet on the opposite of Gu Niang."

"Then...then I bet no one can guess Chang Lang's poem riddle." Gu Li thought for a while and said.

Chang An raised his eyebrows, was stunned for a moment, and said with some amusement: "Why bet on this, I thought Gu Niang would say that someone must be able to guess my poem riddle."

"Because... because I just feel that no one can guess it." Gu Li said, "Chang Lang is very powerful."

"Little flatterer," Chang An scolded with a smile, "Then I bet that someone opposite Gu Niang can guess my riddle."

"Then what is our punishment?" Gu Li asked at this time.

Chang An thought for a moment and said, "You can punish whatever you want. There are no restrictions on this."

"Then Chang Lang, it's settled!" Gu Li said, raising his hand and sticking out his little finger, "Chang Lang, let's make a pinky promise."

Chang An smiled, raised his hand, and made a pinky promise with her by sticking his little finger out.

Then the two held each other's hands and continued to admire the lanterns on the street. From time to time, they would pass by a circus and stop to watch for a while. When they saw someone performing fire-breathing or climbing a knife mountain, Gu Li would nervously hold Chang An's hand, as if he was worried.

As they were strolling, Chang An and Gu Li suddenly heard a loud shout from the crowd:

"Mrs. Gongsun is performing a sword dance! Come and see!"

As soon as these words came out, many people followed in the direction where the shouting came from. Chang An became interested as soon as he heard it, and Gu Li squeezed Chang An's hand excitedly and said:

"Chang Lang, let's go watch Gongsun Da Niang's sword dance. It's really beautiful! You have to grab a good seat, otherwise you won't be able to see it if there are too many people."

"Okay!" Chang An picked her up like a child and let her sit in his arms, "Gu Li, hold on tight!"

Gu Li was also the first to be hugged by Chang An like this, and he quickly grabbed Chang An's neck. Chang An took a deep breath and ran in the direction of the largest crowd.

Chang An ran at a relatively fast speed, but he still held Gu Li in his arms steadily. After a while, Chang An carried Gu Li to the outside of the crowd, and then squeezed to the front of the crowd through the gap. After confirming that the position was good enough, Chang An put Gu Li on the ground.

When Gu Li's feet touched the ground, she staggered. Chang An reached out to steady her, and at the same time looked at the stage - a young woman in red, who should be the future number one dancer in the Tang Palace: Gongsun Da Niang. She was holding two swords and dancing with them on the stage.

Gongsun Da Niang's dancing posture is extraordinary. She controls the long sword with both hands, sometimes she is majestic and crosses the sky, as if she wants to cut off the world with one sword. Sometimes she dances lightly, her moves are as fast as water, flowing and agile, like a fairy scattering flowers.

Not long after the sword dance began, the dance deeply shocked all the audience present, and the crowd burst into warm applause. Especially a seven-year-old child standing next to Chang An, who applauded the most enthusiastically, his eyes full of unstoppable excitement.

When Gongsun Da Niang danced with the sword, the green mountains bowed their heads, the wind and clouds changed color, she was as agile as a dragon, and the dazzling sword light was like Hou Yi shooting down nine suns, and her figure was as agile as a god riding a dragon in the sky.

"Wonderful, really wonderful. No wonder Mr. Du was so obsessed with Gongsun Da Niang at that time and even wrote a poem for her." Chang An couldn't help but murmured as he held Gu Li's hand.

Gongsun Da Niang's sword dance ended not long after. When it began, it was like the gathering of vibrating thunder, and when it ended, it was like the stabilization of the waves in a calm river or sea, which caused all the audience, including Chang An and Gu Li, to applaud and praise enthusiastically again.

"How's it going, Chang Lang? How's Madam Gongsun's sword dance?"

"In the past, there was a beautiful lady named Gongsun, whose sword dance moved all four directions. The spectators were as depressed as the mountains, and the heaven and earth were depressed for a long time." Chang An couldn't help but recite Du Fu's poem, "There is a reason why Mr. Du praised her so much. I want to go up and make an acquaintance with her..."

"Mr. Du? Who is Mr. Du?" Gu Li was a little confused, because ever since she came to watch the sword dance, Chang An had been saying this title, so it aroused her curiosity.

"Mr. Du is Mr. Du Fu Du Zimei, but he seems to be still a child now." Chang An explained.

"Du Fu?" Gu Li frowned, showing some confusion.

"My dear, are you looking for me?"

At this time, a childish voice came from Chang An's side, and he quickly turned around to look for it. He lowered his head and saw that the little boy who had applauded the most enthusiastically was looking at Chang An.

Chang An raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and saluted, asking, "May I know who this young master is?"

"I am Du Fu."

Du Fu?! Chang An was a little surprised at this time, and hurriedly bowed slightly and saluted again, saying: "I am Chang An Chang Yonghe, and I am honored to meet Mr. Du."

"You are the Chang Yonghe!" Little Du Fu was also a little surprised at this time, "But is it the Chang Yonghe who wrote Climbing the High Mountain?"

"This... is exactly." Chang An laughed awkwardly. He didn't expect that he would meet the original author while copying the poem. This was a bit embarrassing.

"I particularly like Mr. Chang's poem about climbing a mountain!" Young Du Fu clapped his hands and said, "I have suffered hardships and bitterness, my hair has turned white, and I have just put down my muddy wine cup... It is really a good poem!"

"This... is too flattering." Chang An couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he was praised.

"I'm not exaggerating. It's no exaggeration to say that Chang Langjun's poem "Climbing the Mountain" can surpass all the young talents in the Tang Dynasty." Little Du Fu said excitedly, "I especially like your articles and poems. I even read carefully the one written by Chang Langjun when he was getting married."

At this moment, Chang An and Gu Li looked at each other and couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

"There is also the poem dedicated to Wang Mojie in the East Market," the young Du Fu recited, turning his finger, "You must remember the beautiful scenery of the year, when the oranges and tangerines are yellow and green. At least in this Chang'an city, this is the number one exhortation poem."

"And currently, people are saying that there are two unique talents in Chang'an City - Gongsun Niangzi's sword dance, and Chang's young master's poetry."

At this moment, Chang An glanced at Gongsun Da Niang who was still performing her second sword dance on the stage, and suddenly felt a little ashamed of himself. After all, he was just copying poems, and there wasn't much real substance in his skills.

At this time, little Du Fu saw Gu Li standing next to Chang An and said, "This must be the third wife of the Gu family. She is indeed a beauty. A talented man and a beautiful woman..."

"No, no, no," Chang An quickly stretched out his hand to interrupt little Du Fu's words. If he continued to praise him, he would wish he could find a crack in the bricks to crawl into.

"Mr. Du, thank you for your praise. I really don't have much knowledge, and those poems are also..."

"Mr. Chang, there is no need to say more. I understand everything." Little Du Fu also nodded cunningly at this time, showing that he understood, but no one knew what he understood.

As they chatted, Gongsun Da Niang's second sword dance also ended. She put away her sword, bowed to the audience, and then said loudly:

"Thank you all for giving me face today. I am very grateful."

Then the audience shouted:

"Madam Gongsun!"

"Madam Gongsun!"

As he spoke, some audience members threw a few flowers onto the stage.

Gongsun Da Niang smiled and agreed to the audience, then backed away. Little Du Fu also jumped up and took Chang An's hand, saying:

"Mr. Chang, come with me. I'll introduce you to Madam Gongsun."

As he spoke, little Du Fu pulled Chang An and ran towards the backstage. Gu Li was stunned for a moment, then lifted her skirt and followed them.