Although the snow has stopped, it is not easy to walk on the road after it has fallen. Even though there are not many people going out, there are occasionally a few carriages passing by, and deep traces are found on the road, making the ground even more muddy.

Zhang's Western Prefecture is a distance from Nanshan. In such cold weather, if you ride a horse, you will suffer. Naturally, it is comfortable to ride a carriage.

Li Qin asked to sit in the carriage. Because the road conditions were not good, the carriage was not moving quickly. I don’t know if the people who made an appointment with him had arrived in the same year, and whether they had already started to enjoy the snow and recite poems—

When I thought of writing a poem, I couldn't help but think of Zhang Changzong's work, and the corners of my lips were bent a little. With Liulang's temperament, it was not surprising that I wrote such a poem. I really look forward to the reactions of my friends in the same year after seeing this poem.

Thinking of this, Li Qinrang couldn't help but urge Dashan to drive the car: "Dashan, hurry up, don't let Brother Zhou and the others wait for a long time."

"Here, my husband, I want to be quick, but it has snowed and the road is muddy, and the horse's hooves are muddy. If it is fast, I am afraid that I will slip and get accidents."

"So, be careful when driving."

"Here, don't worry, husband."

After walking on the road for more than an hour, he finally arrived at Nanshan. Several carriages were parked at the foot of the mountain. Li Qinrang took a look. One of them was his friend's, and he knew the mark on the carriage.

The snow is not heavy in early spring, and there is no snow in the city, so there is no way to enjoy the snow. Only in the mountainous areas can you see the shadow of the snow. Nanshan is an excellent snow-capped area around. There is a hillside of Nanshan with many wild plums growing. Whenever the plum blossoms bloom, people will come here to enjoy the plums. Yesterday, there was a snow scene. Now, seeing the plums in the snow adds more scenery and more people come. Therefore, a group of scholars made an appointment to climb the mountain and enjoy the snow in the cold weather.

Bai Zhou, who was sitting on the shaft of the carriage with Dashan, said, "Langjun, Sun Lang is here first."

Li Qinrang nodded, lifted the curtain of the carriage, and got off the carriage-

A total of five of them made an appointment, and now only he and Sun Shizhao arrived first.

"Zihou!"

"Ling Yan!"

Li Qinrang, whose courtesy name is Zihou, Sun Shizhao and Lingyan, was the son of the same year and was also a friend.

After the ceremony of each other, Sun Shizhao smiled and said, "I didn't expect that Zihou would come earlier than Brother Zhou, Brother Leng and others. Zihou came out of the city. Brother Zhou and the others lived outside the city. They were so slow, but they were actually punished."

They were all from another year, and they all came from other places. Sun Shizhao's family was rich and rented a house in Chang'an City, while Li Qinrang worked as a western peddler at the Zhang family's mansion. The other two were not so lucky. The family was average, and the rent in Chang'an City was expensive and they could not afford to rent, so they lived in the countryside.

As he was talking, another carriage came. When the people on the carriage got off, it was revealed that three people came together—

"Brother Zhou! Brother Leng, Brother Ding! You three finally came, so I told you to wait for Zihou!"

Sun Shizhao spoke first, and Zhou Jingxian smiled heartily and said, "It's not that I don't want to arrive early, but the country road is rugged and muddy, and the road conditions are not good. It's not enough to arrive early if I want to arrive early!"

Everyone exchanged a few greetings and told the servants who were driving the car to wait at the foot of the mountain, and the group went up the mountain along the mountain road. When they got a beautiful place, there were already a group of people there. They looked at their appearance at most fifteen or sixteen years old, and they should be children of officials’ families when they looked at their clothes.

The two groups of people did not interfere with each other, and each played their own. The hillside was not facing the sun, and the snow in yesterday had not yet melted. The plum blossoms in the wild in the mountains were red plums, with red plums, which set off the snow on the branches, and the scenery was very pleasant. Sun Shizhao immediately wrote a poem, which received cheers from his companions.

With Sun Shizhao as the leader, all the people who traveled with him, except Li Qinrang wrote poems, only Li Qinrang, not to mention writing poems, did not even have a half sentence. Zhou Jing couldn't help but wonder: "Such beautiful scenery, does Zihou have no good sentences?"

Li Qinrang smiled and shook his head, saying, "The red plums reflect the snow, how can there be no sentences in such a beautiful scenery? However, after chanting it silently in my heart a few times, I finally felt that it was not interesting enough. I lost a little taste, so I simply stopped doing it. I just listen to you guys do it."

When Sun Shizhao heard this, he immediately asked curiously: "We know Brother Zihou's poems, but we don't even have the interest in writing poems. Could it be that he has read some good sentences recently?"

Li Qinrang smiled: "As I read a poem, I am a good sentence... but I don't comment well. However, I really have no interest in writing poetry because of this."

Xu Boyuan showed an interesting expression and urged: "I think it is a good poem to let Brother Zihou do this. If there are good poems, you can chant them with us. Let's taste them together."

Everyone nodded, expressed their interest, and urged Li Qinrang to come quickly.

Thinking of Zhang Changzong's poem, Li Qin bent the corners of his lips a little more. After being urged, he had to chant. He had a smile on his face, but his tone was very serious: "There is a general in the river..."

"puff!"

Sun Shizhao was taking the wine pot from the book boy, intending to take a sip to warm up his body, but he spit it out before he could swallow it. The rest of the people also looked strange.

Seeing this, Li Qin couldn't help but smile a little louder, a narrow-minded look flashed in his eyes, and he continued to chant: "The black hole on the ink!"

"Ha ha ha ha"

But laughter came from the crowd next to him. A young man with round eyes and a round face, smiling so hard that he held his stomach and leaned against his companion, and said, "What kind of poetry is this? This is also called poetry?"

"Study for learning!"

The companion rebuked lightly and bowed to Li Qinrang embarrassedly. Li Qinrang didn't care and continued to recite: "The yellow dog's body is white, and the white dog's body is swollen!"

"Puff hahahahahaha!"

After the last two sentences came out, not only Li Qin's companions here laughed, but also another group of people who were eavesdropping on the side laughed, and Li Qin's face was full of smiles.

The boy with round eyes and round face was the most serious. He almost collapsed on his companion. After laughing enough, he bowed and said loudly: "This brother has asked me, please forgive me for being rude. Do you dare to ask if this poem was written by brother?"

Li Qinrang replied, "Mr. Lao Xiao asked, "This is not what I did, but what my students did."

The boy's eyes were round and he asked curiously: "It's actually a student of Brother Taiwan?! I wonder which house is located in my house? But is it a family in Chang'an City?"

Li Qinrang said: "It is indeed a family in Chang'an City. The author of this poem is only four years old. He just started school and was in high school. Yesterday it snowed and could not go to school. I asked the children to pass on the message and asked the students to try to write poems related to snow. Today, I received this poem. It was funny, but the more I ate it, the more interesting it felt, so I brought it to my friends to appreciate it."

Young Daqi: "It was actually done by a four-year-old young man?"

A group of people, not only the young man, were amazed when they heard the poem written by a four-year-old child. The young man holding the round-faced boy recited it twice and praised it: "I only feel that this poem is simple and vulgar at first reading. However, I have carefully read it. There is no word for snow in the whole poem, but I describe the snow scene as humorous, vivid and interesting. It can be described as a wonderful poem. I thought that this poem was written by a four-year-old boy, and I felt even more interesting. I think this little boy should be the cute little boy?"

The last sentence was Li Qinrang. Li Qinrang remembered Zhang Changzong and nodded with a smile. The round-faced boy was aroused and asked curiously: "I don't know which family of Xiaolang who wrote this poem is? I want to know him when Jing Rong said it."

Li Qin hesitated. Seeing this, the companion of the round-faced boy bowed and said, "It was my companion who was reckless. How could he ask others about the origin before introducing himself? It's better to call me a brother, Tai Cialis. In the lower Li Jingrong, this person is called Lou Zhixue. Although we are not from Chang'an, we are also children of the official families who have been growing up in Chang'an since childhood, and we are not bad people. Zhixue asked this because of curiosity."

Li Qinrang nodded and bowed, "It turned out to be Li Lang and Lou Lang. Li Qinrang is the mansion of Zhang Langzhong, the doctor of the Ministry of Personnel. The author of this poem is called Zhang Changzong, who is a child of the Langzhong clan and a student of my school."

"It turns out to be the little boy among Zhang Langzhong clan! Thank you for telling me that I like this poem very much. I will definitely get to know this little boy if I have the chance in the future."

Because of Zhang Changzong's poem, the two groups became familiar with each other. After a few conversations, Lou Zhixue and others invited Li Qinrang and others to enjoy the snow and drink together.

When he was overjoyed, Lou Zhixue, who was slightly drunk, actually hugged Li Qinrang's neck and said repeatedly: "When Li Lang is back, don't forget to tell Xiao Zhanglang, just say that there is a brother named Lou Zhixue who admires him very much and likes his poems, so that he can write more when he has time!"
Chapter completed!