Tibet

The Lantern Festival usually lasts for three days to watch lanterns, the fourteenth, fifteenth and sixteenth days of the first lunar month. During these three days, the city gates and square gates are not closed, and the officials and the people enjoy themselves and revel all night long.

The fourteenth day of the first lunar month is the most nervous, busiest and most anticipated moment. The lanterns have basically been installed and are undergoing final debugging.

On the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, the imperial court also had a holiday. Regardless of officials or citizens, young or old, everyone was immersed in the festive atmosphere of the Lantern Festival.

When it was almost noon, Li Ye finished packing and walked out of the house quickly. When he arrived at the door, he heard the voice of his father's staff Jia Tong, "Go back! My son is a military general, not a poet. It takes him a whole poem to write a poem." It’s impossible to satisfy your master’s requirements in two years, so go back!”

Li Ye dodged and stood behind the door and looked out. He saw several middle-aged men who looked like housekeepers standing outside the door, and the entourage behind him was still carrying a load.

After Jia Tong's repeated persuasion, several poets left in frustration.

Li Ye then walked out of the door, looked at the backs of several people and asked, "Uncle Jia, who are they?"

Jia Tong is about forty years old. He was one of Li Dai's two aides when he was the governor of Runzhou. The other one was Wang Changling. Jia Tong was from Yangzhou. He also followed him to Beijing and continued to serve as Li Dai's aide.

Jia Tong shook his head and said: "These people are actually businessmen. There were more poets asked before. They all come here to ask for poems."

"They are businessmen, why do they ask for poems?" Li Ye asked in confusion.

"They want to leave a name behind them!"

Jia Tong smiled and explained: "These people are all businessmen. They have money but no status. They die when they die and disappear into the dust like ants. But they are unwilling to give up. They want to leave some names for future generations. Please Poetry is a way to leave one's name in the poem. Thousands of years later, when everyone reads this poem, they will see his name."

Li Ye suddenly realized, not to mention, this is really a way to leave a name for eternity.

Take Li Guinian for example. Without Du Fu's song "Meeting Li Guinian in the South of the Yangtze River", who would know this person?

Another example is "The peach blossoms are thousands of feet deep, and they are not as good as Wang Lun's love for me." ’

Wang Lun also followed this poem and became famous throughout the ages.

Another example is some little people, "Huang Si's natal family is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers weigh down the branches." ’

With such a casual poem, Huang Siniang, the most inconspicuous country woman, is still being chanted more than a thousand years later.

Therefore, a person like Li Bai, who is famous all over the world, will never be short of money, and others will have no chance to give him money.

The reason why Du Fu was poor and suffering from poverty and illness was because he only became famous after his death.

In any dynasty, as long as a famous writer is famous, people will pursue him. Of course, the pursuit has a purpose, and leaving a name is one purpose.

Therefore, many wealthy people from Hong Kong and Taiwan come to the mainland to donate to support education. The reason is the same. In many middle schools, this building and that building are named after people, which will last forever.

Today Li Ye and Zhuque made an appointment to have lunch together, play together, and go shopping for lanterns together in the evening.

The Lantern Festival is also the ancient Valentine's Day. The moon is on the willow branches and after dusk, girls naturally want to go shopping with their beaus.

The population in the Tang and Song Dynasties was insufficient, and the rulers must encourage men to have sex with women to increase the population. Therefore, the society was relatively open, and it was normal for young women to show their faces.

Of course, the fact that the rulers of the Sui and Tang dynasties had Xianbei blood was also one aspect.

By the late Southern Song Dynasty, the population exceeded 100 million, and various resources and food were in short supply. Neo-Confucianism with ascetic ideas would definitely be promoted by the rulers.

Especially in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the defense of men and women was taken extremely seriously. Starving to death was a small thing, and losing integrity was a big thing. Women's feet were bound and archways were erected. Why were they so perverted? It was because there were too many people.

I'm going too far, let's keep coming back.

Li Ye rode a carriage to the big tree at the back door of Dugu Mansion, climbed up the tree, and hung a red ribbon.

After a moment, the back door quietly opened, and Suzaku, with her hair in a double-ringed bun, slipped out. She was wearing a dark red corset skirt and a long fox fur coat, and ran towards Li Ye with a smile on her face.

Li Ye quickly opened the car door. Suzaku boarded the carriage and jumped into Li Ye's arms. The carriage slowly turned around and drove towards Pingkangfang.

Suzaku held Ai Lang's arm, rested his head on his shoulder and asked, "Why don't you come to me when you come back in the past two days?"

Li Ye smiled and said: "I came back at noon the day before yesterday. As soon as I came back, I entered the palace with Gao Weng. The imperial concubine asked me to write a poem for her. I actually became famous for writing poems."

Zhuque punched him on the shoulder and said coquettishly: "I entered the palace yesterday, and the imperial concubine specially showed me that poem. I felt that she was deliberately showing off to me. The same thing happened with the gem last time, which made me feel sour. You never write a song for me?"

Li Ye quickly smiled and comforted her and said: "Of course! How could I not write it for you! I wrote it last year. I wanted to give it to you before I left. How could I have imagined that the imperial concubine would ask me for a poem."

Suzaku pouted and stretched out his hand, "Where is it? Show it to me."

Li Ye took the opportunity to kiss her pouted mouth. He was so angry that Suzaku punched him twice, "You don't have any poems, but you still want to take advantage of her!"

"I'll give it to you when I go to the restaurant!"

Suzaku snorted and said, "That's pretty much it. You write it to me and I'll show it to the imperial concubine tomorrow. I have to get this tone back."

"Don't!"

Li Ye quickly raised his hand, "She has nothing to do with me. If you show it to her again, I really won't be able to leave."

"Isn't it good that you can't leave? I just wish you couldn't leave!"

"Suzaku——" Li Ye prolonged his tone.

Suzaku pursed his lips and smiled: "Okay! Okay! I can't even make a joke with you. Seeing that you are anxious, I won't show it to her."

The carriage drove into Pingkangfang, and a noisy and lively atmosphere greeted us. Pingkangfang was also decorated with lanterns and colorful lanterns. It was also a sea of ​​lanterns. At night, this place would also be an important attraction in Chang'an. The place of lights.

The carriage stopped slowly in front of An Ranju Restaurant.

Li Ye got off the carriage first and reached out to take Suzaku out. He gave the coachman two taels of silver and said, "You can find a place to eat by yourself!"

The carriage belongs to their house, and usually only Pei Sanniang and Aunt Mu ride in it. The driver is called Dazhu, and Butler Liu brought it here from the main house. Li Ye thought that the carriage rented from outside had too many people on it and was not very clean, so Use your own carriage.

Li Daiguan was appointed as the Minister of Rites, and he also had a special carriage.

The welcoming bartender knew Li Ye, stepped forward and said with a smile: "Welcome, young master!"

Li Ye nodded, "In the white jade room on the third floor!"

"Master, come this way!"

There is a special VIP passage to the private room on the third floor, and a beautiful maid will lead the way. Of course, if you like the excitement, you can also take the lobby stairs.

The two of them walked into the White Jade Room, which was the best elegant room in the Anranju Restaurant. The furnishings inside were similar, but the main reason was that the location was the best, and they could see the best part of Pingkangfang, which was downstairs.

There is also a colorful building opposite, where the geishas from Tianlai Music Studio perform their performances. Passers-by look up to watch, but the white jade room is directly opposite the stage.

The two maids took off their coats, and they sat down on the couch facing each other. The maid first served them hot tea.

At this time, the shopkeeper came in to see the gift and presented pen, ink and paper. He smiled and said, "Master, would you like to book this elegant room so that it can be convenient for you to rest at night?"

It was a common practice for the powerful to book elegant rooms in major restaurants on the night of the Yuan Dynasty. It was convenient for both looking at the lights and resting. This Baiyutang was specially reserved for the owner.

Of course, this is the family's property, and if Li Ye wants to take over it, he must spend money.

Li Ye pondered for a moment and asked, "Will the people from the main palace come?"

The shopkeeper shook his head, "Our elegant room was fully booked three days ago. This Baiyutang is specially reserved, not for them. They should know that even if they come to ask, we will say that it is fully booked."

Li Ye nodded happily, "Then I'll make a decision!"