On the possibility of Wang Ye falling in love with a school tyrant

The main seat was still a little away from the guest seats below, and Bo Junhe's voice was not too loud, so the guests below did not notice the abnormality in the main seat.

Bo Junhe stopped looking at Fu Donglou after finishing his sentence, knelt down to Gu Xian and said, "Father, my son is late."

"It's not too late." Gu Xian pointed to the position on the left opposite Fu Donglou to signal Bai Junhe to sit down, "What's wrong with you today, you're so angry. Father, I remember that the emperor sent you into the palace a few times and you didn't know what to do." Find an excuse to push it away, then who else would dare to make you unhappy?"

Glancing at Fu Donglou's handsome face with a sneer, Bo Junhe lowered his head and replied, "There is no father, my son is just afraid that Fu Donglou's ignorance of the rules will disturb you."

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Fu Donglou was not stupid enough to scold his son in front of his father, so he only brought a teacup to drink tea, assuming that there was no Bo Jun and this person around him, even more saluting and greetings were avoided.

"What's the matter, Donglou Bowen remembers it, and he chatted with me happily before. When you show your prestige, he doesn't dare to speak, it's a disappointment." Pretending to reprimand Bo Junhe, Gu Xian continued What he said earlier said, "He'er, the east building is not good at drinking, you can help him block the bar later. In this way, you don't have to hire prostitutes to disturb my quietness."

"Don't dare to trouble the lord, since your highness has said that you can replace drinking with poetry and dancing, then you don't have to worry about losing your temper after drinking." Fu Donglou thanked Gu Xian, and gave Bai Junhe a demonstrative look.

"Oh, I didn't know you had this talent. It's no wonder that Ling Tang was considered a talented woman in the Tang Palace in the past, and you are a high-ranking national teacher, so I will wait to see your performance." Gu Xian looked at Bai Jun He and Fu Donglou stared at me and I glanced at you, just treated them as children with a temper, and said with a smile, "If you can't stand it, don't be brave, we are our own family, we can't let you suffer."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

The sound of bells and drums suddenly sounded, and it was time for the banquet.The three people on the main seat all changed their sitting postures, the screen in front of them was slowly removed, Gu Xian got up to give a speech and toasted, and the Spring Festival Banquet had officially begun.

The cranes embroidered on the curtain seemed to come alive with the flying peach petals. The graceful dancers danced in the center of the banquet, and the silk and bamboo orchestra played elegant and cheerful tunes. The antique noble banquet made Fu Donglou very fast. Forget the unhappiness with Bo Junhe.

After Gu Xian toasted three times, he let everyone do whatever they wanted, so they stopped sitting upright, and changed their postures to chat and persuade each other to drink.

"Do you like river fish very much?" Gu Xian asked after seeing Fu Donglou moving his chopsticks several times to the mandarin fish on the table.

"It's not a particular preference, it's because the cook of the palace is good, this mandarin fish dish is very delicious, I can't help but use more."

Compared to Gu Xian's easy-going, Bo Junhe sat on the side with a cold face and didn't talk much.The people around were used to Prince Rui's cold face, but Fu Donglou felt that Bo Junhe was deliberately trying to make things difficult for him.

Don't you look down on me, don't you always think that I am uneducated and unruly, so I will show you a trick!

"Your Highness, when it comes to this mandarin fish, I wrote a short poem in the next moment. I would like to invite Your Highness to taste it."

As soon as Fu Donglou's words came out of his mouth, everyone's eyes were on him.

"No, I heard that Fu Xiang's son doesn't know a lot of Chinese characters, so how can he know how to write?" The speaker was General Qian Niuwei, who was in charge of guarding the forbidden palace.

"How can someone who is lonely be so bad, you should be as big as you are. You are the general of Qianniuwei and you are so careless, and your temper is too straight. The only thing left is to offend others, that is, Donglou I don't care about you." Gu Xian didn't expect that Fu Donglou would be so proactive, he laughed and scolded General Qianniuwei, and turned to Dongloudao, "Just do it and listen."

"Yes."

Although he is a talented student in the Faculty of Arts, Fu Donglou dare not say that he can outperform these ancients by composing a poem on the spot. Among other things, the artistic conception of poetry cannot be cultivated in a day and a half.To be on the safe side, Fu Donglou chose "The Fisherman" by Zhang Zhihe of the Tang Dynasty, and bowed to Gu Xian before reciting this masterpiece that was lost by the little butterfly fan of the overhead dynasty: "Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain. , peach blossoms and flowing water mandarin fish are fat. Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, slanting wind and drizzle will not return."

"Hehe, good!" Gu Xian praised with palms, "What a 'slanting wind and drizzle, don't have to return', you have a sweet mouth, I want to boast that this banquet is well organized, so you can't think about it, just say it, I chose it." Such an elegant approach is really impressive.”

"To be praised by His Royal Highness, I have to go out and boast, right?" Fu Donglou smiled apologetically while stealing glances at Bo Junhe, seeing the other party staring at him with pursed lips, he felt secretly refreshed: You must be dumbfounded, Let you underestimate me!

Bo Junhe is a person who has been on the battlefield, and his senses are so keen. Fu Donglou's sneak peek is right in his eyes, which is undoubtedly serious and provocative.

"His Royal Highness, Wang Taiqing, the drink order 'Friends are few and far between' just drawn should be five points for the master, please give orders." A beautiful woman in bright clothes came to the venue and knelt down and said boldly , "Your Highness, don't use Mr. Fu's good words as a cover to escape drinking."

This woman is the leader of the prostitutes who came to serve the banquet today, Xi Jiao Yao Qian, who is in charge of checking whether drinking orders are right or wrong.

"Drinking orders are like military orders, so Gu will naturally not escape drinking, and Xi Jiu dares not to obey."

Gu Xian said to raise his glass, but was stopped by Bo Junhe, "Father has been in poor health recently, and the imperial doctor said not to drink too much alcohol. This king wants to play a sword dance song to drink with my father. I don't know if Xi Jiu may be accommodating."

Yao Qian was not afraid of the cold-faced king, she covered her lips with a smile and said, "My lord's sword dance is famous in Chu, I'm afraid my lord doesn't want to block the wine for His Highness, but I'm afraid that the limelight will be robbed by the future Wang Qing."

It was a rare opportunity to tease Bai Junhe, and all the dignitaries present made a fuss: "No, no, my lord can't beat this glass of wine with only a sword dance."

"You know that you are joking. Mr. Fu is my future Wang Qing. He is the king of the color book and you are honored. How can you be different from him." Bo Junhe stretched out his hand to Fu Donglou as he spoke, with the corners of his lips slightly raised It was actually a slight smile, and Fu Donglou's heart sank when he saw it: What kind of bad idea does this kid have? !

"How about this, Mr. Fu is good at poetry, then let me sword dance, and Mr. Fu will compose a poem on the spot, okay?"

"That's very good, please give orders to the prince and son."

"Come here, take the pen, ink, paper and inkstone to Mr. Fu." Bai Junhe took a deep look at Fu Donglou, turned around, took the sword from the attendant, and left.

I said, is your prince mentally ill? If I was really illiterate, I would have found the shooter in advance. Didn't you just wait to embarrass me by making such a sudden move!I am ashamed of the palace and followed Zhanguang, what happened!

After confirming that Bo Junhe was sincerely trying to make things difficult for him, Fu Donglou gritted his back molars.He really wanted to drop his pen and quit, but he himself couldn't let go of this face, so he could only pull out a stiff smile and said: "My lord Yaxing, I will take care of you."

"It's just the son of a barbarian, who knows how to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Maybe the poem just now was memorized in advance."

"Looking at his expression, he must be showing his secrets if he can't do it. How stiff his smile is."

"It seems that the rumors are true. Wang Taiqing married Wang Qing to the prince to reassure the emperor. The prince doesn't like him at all. Isn't this waiting to see him make a fool of himself?"

"It's a pity that this good face has caught up with someone who doesn't know how to sympathize with others."

There was a lot of discussion at the guest table, and everyone either covered up or stared at Fu Donglou bluntly, looking like they were gloating about waiting for a good show.It's just that with the face of Prince Rui's Mansion in it, even if the prince doesn't care, they don't dare to be too presumptuous.The soundtrack of the sword dance sounded, and everyone stopped.

Fu Donglou is not afraid of writing and composing poems on the spot.He has ready-made poems, and the calligraphy has been practiced for many years to a very high standard. He has the leisure to see how well this narrow-minded prince dances swords and dances.

In all fairness, Bo Junhe is extremely handsome, especially when his green blade is unsheathed, his whole body is like a three-foot long sword with a sharp aura. The eyeballs captured the soul of the person again with momentum.

The long sword in his hand seemed to be startled, and he himself was like a swimming dragon. The cold light moved in the field, with a special rhythm that perfectly blended power and beauty and hit everyone's hearts.

When Du Fu watched Gongsun Da Niang's sword dance in the past, there was a poem "Come like a thunder, but stop like a river with blue light". If this is used to describe Bai Junhe's sword dance, Fu Donglou thinks it is appropriate, but it is missing A trace of masculinity, not to mention... strong and intense.

Fu Donglou was fascinated by it. What he saw in his eyes was not the sword and the wind, but the yellow sand all over the sky and the sunset over the long river. This is something that only those who have fought hard on the battlefield can understand. Sword dance, a sword dance has no embrace.

After the dance, the arena was extremely quiet, and Gu Xian was the first to praise: "My son's sword dance has become more and more advanced." Gu Xian's voice was soft without much ups and downs, but he held up the wine cup to signal to Bo Junhe Said: "This dance should be white."

"Your father praises me, and my father smiled." Bo Junhe bowed his sword, and turned to look at Fu Donglou, "I don't know if Mr. Fu has already written a poem."

Unexpectedly, he lost his anger, Fu Donglou smiled generously: "Please wait, my lord." He finished his cursive script in one go.

"The great monarch ruled Liuhe, and the fierce generals cleared Jiugai. War horses are like dragons and tigers, how strong they are. .Entering the battle to break the arrogant captives, the reputation is powerful and thundering. One shot a hundred horses down, and then shot ten thousand men. The Huns dare not fight, and they call back. Repay the emperor with success, and you can draw Lintai."

"Good words and good poems. This word is majestic and powerful. This poem is sonorous and passionate, and it is worthy of your sword dance." Gu Xian's eyes lit up, he nodded to Fu Donglou, and said again When we first met, I praised Fu Donglou's words, "You are fine."

All the people who were going to watch the excitement were silent at this moment, or responded to Gu Xian's praise sparsely, or only mentioned Bo Junhe's sword dance and did not mention Fu Donglou, and the scene was a little awkward.In the end, it was the straight-tempered General Qianniuwei who broke the siege: "My lord is so lucky, our future Rui Wangqing is not only handsome but also elegant, I like this poem!"

Bo Junhe took Fu Donglou's words and looked at them carefully in silence. Everyone was accustomed to his indifference and was happy that he would no longer mention Fu Donglou.Just as everyone was talking about the next drinking order, Fu Donglou suddenly said: "Under the Huanhuatai, there are clear rivers, and there are many pedestrians crying in the middle. Looking at Chang'an in the northwest, there are countless mountains. The green mountains can't cover them, after all, they flow eastward. Jiang Wan is sad, and partridges are heard deep in the mountains."

Staring straight at himself, Bo Junhe was not sure whether Fu Donglou was looking at him or seeing something through him, or just lost in thought.The verses that the man recited in his sleep were like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, making everyone present instantly silent.For a moment, Bo Junhe realized that those crystal blue eyes pierced through the deepest thoughts in his heart...

"Chang'an..."

As if he just came back to his senses, Fu Donglou shook his head, averted his gaze from Bai Junhe, bowed to Gu Xian and said, "Your Highness, I'm so overwhelmed with alcohol that I want to leave the table for a while to relax."

"Go."

"Master Fu is not familiar with this place, so I will go with you." For the first time, the filial Bo Junhe completely forgot about Gu Xian, regardless of whether it was appropriate to do so, and took two steps up to the next door. The four of Fenghuaxueyue, who wanted to follow Fu Donglou, took Fu Donglou out of the table on their own.

Looking at the back of the two leaving, Gu Xian curled his lips and said to everyone: "What about Xi Jiu, what should be the next drinking order, let's continue."

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