After the cavalry army returned to the Yuetai camp from Ulahaicheng, they unknowingly passed through the spring breeze, summer, moon and autumn rain of the seventh year of Jianyan period in their daily drills. In a blink of an eye, it was August 12th. Although the cavalry army had always followed the grass training day

However, large-scale drills consume food and wages after all, so the cavalry army has strictly stipulated that collective drills should be held every five and ten days.

On this day, I briefly practiced the formation coordination, and the rest of the time was to test the results of personal martial arts training in the school. Not only those who became showboats would be reprimanded or even abandoned by the captain, but also the soldiers who were good at riding and shooting.

Practicing the combination of swords, guns, clubs and divine arms and bows passed down from the Imperial Army also takes into account the actual combat situation. After all, on the battlefield, no one will give you a chance to show off with archery alone. Otherwise, Lou Shi above Yaoshan Mountain

After the charge, Qujiedu wouldn't be in a panic as if he were dead.

At that time, all four teams had finished their drills. Thinking that this would be the last full troop drill before the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, Qu Duan simply ordered his guards to buy tables from the best restaurant in the capital in advance, and also prepared Lanqiao Fengyue.

Liu Qi, Li Shifu, Zhang Zhongfu, Zhang Zhongyan and other senior generals of the cavalry army were invited to a banquet at the Yutai. Since Qu Jiedu was given a rare face, all the generals naturally cheered.

There were pipa, qiang and flute, and wine in the army. Naturally, there was no singing and dancing in the beauties' tent under Qu Duan's rule. But Liu Qi was born as a general, and everything was done properly. The young prince was also known to be a showman. Even Qu Duan, if he didn't talk about that,

If you are good at literature and martial arts, you can quickly gather people's hearts.

After three rounds of wine and the dishes had been tasted, Qu Duan even left the table in person to persuade everyone to drink. As mentioned in the preface, it was rare for Qu Dajie to show off, and the generals no longer pretended, and gradually relaxed in their words, drinking five and six

, boasting about merit and glory, and by the way, thinking about the promise of the Northern Expedition three years later, and determined to make meritorious service immediately and make his wife a wife. There were even those who talked about rising up and going straight to the competition, but Qu Duan also laughed and let them go.

After persuading Liu Qi and Li Shifu, they turned to the Zhang brothers and bent down to drink the wine without passing it out. Instead, they looked at Zhang Zhongfu with deep meaning: "Although this is not our border liquor, after one drink

The fine wine can be used by all kinds of people, and Lanqiao Fengyue can also be called Yuguan wine. If you are a trustworthy person and a talented person, can you drink this glass?"

Zhang Zhongyan subconsciously looked at his brother. Under the noise of the fighting, Zhang Zhongfu stared at his boss who had been with him for nearly twenty years from the time of suppressing the army, and smiled slightly. Whether it was killing the enemy or annexing his colleagues,

I have done everything I should and should not do. However, after all, I still had Ling Yunzhi when I was young, and I was once the best in the army. The scenes of killing prisoners and poetry on the battlefield in the past are still vivid in my mind.

The autumn wind is cold and the horses are blocked, and the setting sun is shining brightly.

Junge is followed by military music, I advise Yuguan to drink wine.

Why do I always linger in my mind? I miss Yan Yunliu.

Zhang Zhongfu took the initiative to grab the wine with both hands and drank it in one gulp. He didn't pay attention to Xia Houyuan's complicated expression not far away, and generously handed over his hand: "I would like to follow the rules." Zhang Zhongyan, who was standing by, also drank the wine happily.

The atmosphere gradually increased, and in the end, Qu Duan, Liu Qi, and Zhang Zhongfu even used "Moon" as the title, and took advantage of the mood to write a seven-character quatrain, while Liu Qi combined the lyrics of "Partridge Sky",

Zhang Zhongfu also composed the first poem, which was "Sudden Mountain Stream". As for Li Shifu, he brought into play the fine traditions of ethnic minorities and performed horseback shooting and horseback marksmanship at the end. The performance was exquisite and unparalleled among the cavalry.

In the end, people from Wang De's imperial camp next door gradually came over to cheer and cheer.

But it is precisely this evening that I will have a banquet on the mountain terrace, poetry and wine, and enjoy my youth; the next day, I will ride my horse across Yunzhou and plant feathers to defeat the arrogant ones.

Bianjing City is neither too small nor too big, and the people of this dynasty have always loved gossip. So two days later, even Zhang Jun heard about the incident where senior cavalry generals were gambling on poems at Yuetai.

On this day, after discussing with Liu Ziyu from the Ministry of War about the holiday rewards for the troops in the imperial camp, they talked about it while chatting and laughing. Liu Ziyu complained a little: "Qu Da has always been a capable person, even if he wanted to motivate his cavalry for some reason.

The army shouldn’t show up like this at Yuetai and let other imperial troops think of it.”

Zhang Jun also suppressed his laughter: "I heard that Wang Zihua complained to his bodyguard that Qu Jiedu, instead of showing off his paper skills, would rather go out and fight him for twenty or thirty rounds." Liu Ziyu covered his face with tea and also snickered, please note

Qu Duan couldn't even defeat Wu Jie, let alone Wang De, who was ranked among the top three in terms of force in ten quarters.

"Is Naqu Jiedu willing to suffer this loss?"

"How is it possible that Mr. Qu has such a temper? He asked Mr. Li to drink a jar of Blue Bridge Fengyue and let the descendants come on stage."

"...He is too narrow-minded."

The two of them talked unceremoniously about a member of their own gang. Liu Ziyu suddenly said seriously: "Qu Jiedu's move reminds me that tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. As usual, the three provinces will be celebrating each other, and the six ministers will submit hymns."

. Although the official family is simple and many old rules have been eliminated, after these hard years, we can finally count it as the Qingming government. We must not be as outstanding in personal ethics as Dongfu and Hu Mingzhong, so we should still think of Gu Yueshang.

The Prime Minister knows that I am not proficient in poetry, but I am going back to find Zihui as my ghostwriter. I will stay far away from you and do not send him away."

After saying that, Liu Ziyu waved his sleeves and went out, leaving Zhang Jun barely keeping his face as calm as a mountain. Besides, Zhang Deyuan has always relied on being the most intimate person in the official family. He does not reject the move of luck and is even quite proficient in this.

Dao, it's not that I haven't thought about the Mid-Autumn Festival. It's just that during this period of time, I was busy with court and military affairs, and I put it to the back of my mind for a while. I was reminded by Liu Ziyu, and then I remembered that I didn't seem to have prepared any Mid-Autumn poems.

This is troublesome.

In fact, as an imperial scholar, Zhang Shuxiang was not afraid of discussing the classics and history. He could even take off his official robes, put on his civilian clothes and debate the classics with other students, even in parallel prose.

, not to mention poor theory and easy research.

However, isn't this the emperor who loved Qingci? Three hundred years later, he still wants to compose poems. The only solution now is to follow Liu Ziyu's example and find a ghostwriter.

However, in their own party, Lin Jingmo and Lu Zhi are not good at poetry and other small skills. Yu Yunwen is still in another province, and Liu Qi even packed his bags after returning from Yuetai to see his helmsman on the Yellow River.

He is the elder brother of an ice man. Qu Duan is capable of both literary and martial arts, and he is also in the capital, but with Qu Da’s temperament - he, Zhang Deyuan, doesn’t want to lose face!

As for the incompetent Lu Benzhong who founded the Jiangxi Ci School, just as Qu Duan was unwilling to face Li Shifu, Zhang Jun was also unwilling to trouble this Zhongshe person. After all, his father Lu Gongxiang... was still very prestigious.

of.

I have no choice but to trouble Brother Yuan Zhen again.

At night, when three stars were in the sky, Zhang Jun went to Zhao Ding's Mansion alone without any entourage. It was also rare that a certain Dongfu Xiangong did not work overtime to deal with political documents, but was pruning several pots of flowers and plants outside the study. At that time

The orchids are blooming purple, the chrysanthemums are blooming yellow, and the golden osmanthus trees on both sides are spitting out jade beads. The fragrance of heaven is lingering all over the sleeves. However, the plum blossoms and wintersweets in the corner have not yet bloomed, and their branches are leaning horizontally, and are reflected on the window paper by the moonlight.

, the interaction becomes interesting.

Seeing Zhang Jun's arrival, Zhao Ding slowly put down his rolled-up sleeves and let Zhang Jun into the study room. The air was refreshing and the fragrant cinnamon fragrance was delivered through the door and window, and he felt a little indifferent. After the two sat down,

, then a waiter brought tea and then closed the door as usual and left. Seeing this, Zhang Jun took out a small sandalwood box from his sleeve and handed it to Zhao Ding with a smile on his face.

When he opened it, he saw that it was neither the new incense nor Huanhua note or Tinggui pine smoke that Zhang Deyuan had given before, but just a few lotus seeds. Zhao Ding thought for a moment and smiled softly: "The lotus seeds have become old lotus leaves, De

Is it because of Fen'er that you are trying to attack the enemy?" He was already thin and elegant, and the dimples on his cheeks became more obvious when he smiled. Against the moon-white common clothes on his body, he looked like "the wind is suitable for clear night dew"

The good charm of "Yi Qiu".

Zhang Jun leaned forward and grabbed his sleeve and asked: "Is this lotus seed worthy of brother Yuan Zhen's writing skills?" After Zhao Ding thought for a while, he knew that Zhang Jun came here to sing hymns for the festival, and he also worked hard to hold back his laughter.

"I'm afraid a few lotus seeds won't be enough. I have to have Deyuan be willing to follow Li Taibai's old example and grind ink and lay paper for me." Zhang Jun raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and went directly to the desk to get the inkstone from the inkstone, raised his eyes and smiled.

: "As for this, there's nothing wrong with it."

When the ink melted, Zhang Jun hurriedly urged Zhao Ding to pick up the pen, but he turned around and sat down to drink tea. Zhao Ding had always been simple in his practice. The tea in his house was ordinary new tea, the lamps were ordinary plain porcelain, and the candles were specially given by the officials.

, probably because he disliked the smell of burning grease and cotton wicks that polluted the fragrance of osmanthus, Zhao Ding rarely provided a lampshade, which made the candlelight appear softer. It fell on Zhang Jun's hand holding the tea, giving off a handful of jade color.

It took a while for the poem to be completed. At this time, Zhang Jun had not finished half of the tea in his hand. Zhang Jun hurriedly put down the tea cup, looked at Zhao Ding, and said depressedly: "Brother Yuan Zhen is better at poetry than me, but he can't say it."

You are quite good at this, how can you write it so quickly?" Zhao Ding coughed, looked up at the ceiling of the study, and replied: "Since I am a ghostwriter, I must imitate your style to a higher level, Deyuan.

, but it’s not difficult.”

Zhang Jun took a deep breath of the fragrant cinnamon tea, forget it, forget it, he should read what brother Yuan Zhen wrote. As for the cheap quarrel here, he would be able to get it back in the court sooner or later. Seeing the slender and white fingers

Taking the piece of plain paper, Zhao Ding's heart moved, and he laughed in a low voice: "How dark is the thrush?" Zhang Jun knew the elegant meaning of the song after hearing it, and he also smiled back: "Brother Yuan Zhen really knows that he is bright and beautiful, and he sings more thoughtfully."

"When you copy it, Deyuan must remember to write the words neatly. Now the official is not the Taoist emperor of Shaolin Temple, so he doesn't understand the 'freehand' style in your writing."

Several jingles.

It seems that a certain Prime Minister of Xifu, whom Li Xiantai complained about as a "vase", was doing something frivolous to harm "the same kind".

Since ancient times, fame has been hard work, and there is no one to pay it to.

At that time, the darkness was still a mistake, and the customs were mixed and the truth was confused.

Talking in the streets is especially foolish; gossip is the most deadly.

Ten days after the Mid-Autumn Festival, a rumor gradually spread in the streets of Bianjing. It was said that the two princes in the East and West were pretending to be at odds on the stage, but in fact they had close contact in private, and they worked together to exclude dissidents, block the court, and even isolate the inside and outside.

Others swore that they had seen Prime Minister Zhang secretly meeting with Prime Minister Zhao on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and that Prime Minister Zhang even had a happy face after coming out of Zhao's mansion. They said it with nose and eyes, which added a lot of truth to this rumor.

On this day, Zhang Jun and Zhao Ding were called into the palace by Zhao Guan's family. After leaving the palace and returning home, Zhang Jun shut himself in the study for a moment to think. When he was young, he sent his close servants to deliver invitations to the houses of his own members.

When the people from the Zhang family arrived, Qu Duanzheng stood at the martial arts field specially opened in the house with his arms folded to watch Xia Houyuan lifting the stone locks. He was very excited.

Suo was so excited by his dance that the veterans who gradually gathered around him all cheered. An old servant led the servants of the Zhang family over. After the visitor respectfully explained the whole story, Qu Duan took the invitation.

, but after thinking for a moment, he waved his hand casually: "Please reply to Prime Minister Zhang, I will be here at that time." He said this without leaving the martial arts field, and when he reached the most exciting part, he blurted out without realizing it: "Okay!" And the servants of the Zhang family

Having long been accustomed to the behavior of the Commander of the Royal Camp and Cavalry, he did not take it seriously and simply resigned.

Qu Duan looked at it for a while, and then suddenly remembered that on the night of the Yuetai Poetry Recital, many military colleagues came to Xia Houyuan to toast him, and Xia Houyuan refused all of them, but he was very drunk in the end. Qu Duan thought about how he could help his own people.

One day, he personally helped someone to rest in the military camp. When he was undressing his little drunkard with a frown, Xia Houyuan suddenly opened his eyes and looked directly at him. Under the light, his eyes were as clear as the moonlight in the sky.

"The lonely lamp cannot be seen and I am heartbroken. I roll up the curtains and look at the moonlit sky and sigh." Xia Houyuan uttered these two lines of the moon-character poem word by word, and the sound was like gold and iron.

"Beauty is like a flower across the clouds," Duan continued without pausing. He couldn't help but reach out and flick Xia Houyuan's forehead: "Which young lady from a wealthy family did you fall in love with, and you are so lovesick and tormented?"

But she ignored him again, closed her eyes, turned over, buried herself in the quilt, and seemed to fall asleep.

Thinking back to this point, Qu Duan rubbed his chin and pondered. Xia Houyuan was already over 10 years old and he didn't have a family yet. It was outrageous. He glanced at Xia Houyuan in the martial arts arena who had put down the stone lock and started to practice the mace.

Qu Duan sighed secretly in his heart. In fact, Xia Houyuan looked like the "ordinary Ding Peng young hero" among storytellers. Every time he rode out on the street, there were always a lot of purses thrown at him by the crowd. He didn't know what Xia Houyuan was.

He was so discerning that he fell in love with a girl from a certain family, and the matter of starting a family has been postponed until now. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Qu Duan asked again and again, but Xiahou just didn't say anything, and when he pressed, he dropped the eight words "Under the Shenwu Sect, Liu Shui Xiu Bamboo"

He turned around and ran away without a clue. Qu Duan thought that there were mostly civil servants and scholars around Shenwumen, but his reputation among the scholars was very bad, so he simply asked Xiao Lin Shangshu to inquire about the opportunity of Prime Minister Zhang's night banquet tonight.

That's just right.

At night, everyone gathered together, and Qu Duan was surprised to find that Lin Jingmo not only brought his now very close nephew Mei Yue, but also brought a group of family concubines. He said that a night with wine can't be without singing, so they all just

She had been raised at home by her parents, and her life and future were all in the hands of her master, who had a very strict tone but could not get in the way. Zhang Jun did not want to offend this "Lin Jiuzhang", so he had to set up a screen to keep everyone away.
To be continued...