My name is Chang An, your name is Gu Li

At this time, Chang An also cast a cold look at him, and then heard him continue to say: "Who are you? Just because you didn't get the snacks, you are here to talk nonsense. You are so old, and you are still acting like a child?"

"If you want to eat, go buy it yourself. It's like the Tang Dynasty doesn't pay you a salary. You can't eat the grapes, so you say the grapes are sour. I don't see you doing anything in the court, but you have too much to do here."

Wang Wei couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had never seen Chang An so mean before. It seemed that he had to stay away from Prime Minister Zhang next time.

"you......"

"What do you mean by "I"? What do you mean by "you"? Are you still saying that people are eloquent, articulate, and can only show off their quick words, or that a dog can't spit out ivory? Come up with something new. When you insult someone, the key is to feel fresh."

Chang An saw him shaking with anger again, and a cold smile appeared on his lips. You are a jerk? I can be more jerk than you. I will follow other people's path and leave them with no way to go.

"I don't want to bother talking to young people like you." Zhang Jiazhen simply ignored them.

But Gu Li added another stab at him at the end: "Why do you interrupt others when they are talking? You are still the elder or the younger generation, and you have no sense of shame."

After she finished speaking, she took out a piece of cake and handed it to little Du Fu. After he said "thank you", Gu Li said, "Even a seven-year-old boy knows shame, how can you have the nerve to call yourself an elder?"

Cui Yu and Wang Wei looked at each other. God knows what kind of sin this Prime Minister Zhang had committed.

Zhang Jiazhen finally realized that if she opened her mouth now, she would be scolded by the couple.

The atmosphere was very awkward, and at this moment, a maid walked up to Madam Gongsun and said, "Madam Gongsun, the time is almost up, the shopkeeper asked me to remind you that it's time to get ready."

"Okay." Madam Gongsun nodded, then said to Gu Li and Chang An, "Madam Gu, Master Chang, I will go to the back to prepare first, and you can watch the dance later."

Chang An nodded, and then he heard Gongsun Da Niang say: "By the way, Mr. Chang, thank you for the poem on the Ghost Festival last time."

"It's just my humble work. No need to thank me so much." Chang An waved his hand.

Madam Gongsun just smiled and turned away. Yuan Qianyao came over curiously and asked, "Friend Chang, what does the poem Madam Gongsun just mentioned mean?"

"It was during the Ghost Festival. I took my mother Gu out to see the lantern festival and met Madam Gongsun. After meeting her a few times, Madam Gongsun wanted me to write a poem for her," Chang An explained.

Du Fu also interrupted at this time: "Prime Minister Yuan should not have heard that Chang Langjun's poetry and prose and Gongsun Da Niang's sword dance are known as the two best in Chang'an City. Others can't even come in to be the third."

Yuan Qianyao nodded and said, "I see."

"I remember there was a poem called "Climbing the High Mountain" at that time, which seemed to be written by Chang Xiaoyou."

"I am not talented. I only got the position because of the favors given to me by outsiders." Chang An said with a smile.

After chatting for a while, Chang An looked up by chance and found that the Zuiyun Tower was already full of guests. Then he felt someone tap his shoulder. He was stunned for a moment and looked back - Song Jing and Su Ke were sitting in the back, next to Wang Wei.

"gentlemen!"

Chang An immediately stood up and saluted Song Jing and Su Ke. Gu Li also wanted to stand up and salute, but Song Jing stopped him with his hand and said, "Madam Gu's situation is special, so there is no need to salute."

Sitting back in his original position, Chang An asked, "Sir, are you here to watch a play today as well?"

"Yes, it's a new play, so I'm naturally not happy to see it." Song Jing nodded, and then said, "Since the day you disobeyed the imperial order, you and I, the teacher and student, have never met again, right?"

"That's true. Why don't you come to my humble home after the performance of "The Qin King's Battle Music" is over today? This will give me a good opportunity to ask you some advice." Chang An lowered his head slightly when he spoke to Song Jing.

"You kid, you are teasing me again!" Song Jing pointed at Chang An and scolded him with a smile, "Your talent has surpassed my talent, and you are still asking me for advice."

"Tell me, kid, what else can I teach you?"

At this time, Su Qian also patted Song Jing and said, "Mr. Song, can't you hear it? Yonghe is missing his teacher and wants you to come over and talk."

"Yes, Mr. Song, you haven't come to guide my son Changlang for some time, and his studies are almost falling behind." Gu Li also joined in at this time, and looked at Chang An with a smile while speaking.

These words made Chang An's eyes widen - this is not the way to assist, right?

"Oh? Is that so?" Song Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, and was unusually stern. "But was I too lenient with you before?"

"Sir...I, this..."

Chang An was at a loss at this time, looking at Gu Li and Song Jing, and he was caught in the middle. Yuan Qianyao was looking at Chang An with interest, feeling that it was the first time that someone could suppress him.

"It seems that I have to fulfill my responsibilities as a teacher today." Song Jing smiled and said.

At this time, the sound of gong rang out on the stage. It was originally just a very ordinary sound, but when it reached the ears of Chang An, who had a highly sensitive hearing, he was directly startled.

Gu Li smiled at this time, patted Chang An's hand gently, and said: "Okay, okay, it's just a gong, why are you still scared?"

"I'm fragile..." Chang An pouted pitifully at this time.

Seeing Chang An's pitiful look, even though Gu Li knew he was pretending, he still couldn't help but feel distressed. So he held his hand and said, "Okay, okay, I'm here, don't be afraid."

After a few simple jokes, the two turned their attention to the stage, where the well-dressed Gongsun Da Niang walked onto the stage. Du Fu moved excitedly in his chair, then picked up his tea bowl, took a small sip, as a courtesy, and continued watching.

It must be said that Gongsun Da Niang's sword dance is still so popular. Sitting so close, it seems to have a new meaning than the day of the Zhongyuan Festival.

In addition to the momentum of thunder and dragon, it also felt a little more poetic. The sound of the sword dancing and the blade cutting through the air seemed to be very clear.

When the dance was over, the audience had not yet recovered from the sword dance, until the gong was struck again, and then the audience burst into applause. Then the young Du Fu shouted softly:

“No wonder Gongsun’s sword dance is said to be the best in Chang’an City. After seeing it today, I know the truth.” Yuan Qianyao said after taking a sip of tea.

"Both of them are here, why didn't Young Master Chang write a poem as well?"

Chang An smiled, thought for a moment, then raised his hand and said to a waiter, "Bring me some paper and pen!"

The waiter ran away and got Chang An a poetry board, pen and ink. Chang An took the pen and the poetry board, and everyone behind him tried their best to come forward to see the poem Chang An had written.

Chang An raised his hand, dipped some ink in it, and then wrote directly on the board:

"Watching Gongsun Da Niang's sword dance - the sword shadow is like the light of Gongsun's dance, and her posture is as agile as a swimming dragon. The spectators are all amazed, the world's unparalleled skills are endless. The wind and the snow dance in the air, and the sword's sharp force breaks the sky. The sword moves with the heart, just like a fairy standing on the clouds."

"Yes, it's a good poem, one of the two best poems, and it well deserves the title." Yuan Qianyao was closest to Chang'an and was the first person to read the entire poem. He began to praise it directly.

Wang Wei also said: "It not only describes Gongsun Niangzi's sword dance, but also depicts the expressions of the spectators. It is indeed a good poem."

"Well... okay, not bad." Mr. Song Jing also nodded and said.

Even Zhang Jiazhen, who was sitting not far away, couldn't help but become curious when he saw so many people praising Chang'an's poems. However, he had a grudge with the other party in the past, so he didn't go to see it for the sake of face.

Little Du Fu also came over, stretched his neck to look at the poem above, and then said: "Wow, this is different from the poem on the Ghost Festival!"

"Of course, you can't write the same poem to fool people," said Chang An.

Du Fu nodded in understanding, and then said, "Do you want to show this poem to Madam Gongsun?"

"This is written for her sword dance, so naturally I have to show it to her."

"Mr. Chang, there is still some time before you leave the stage. Can you circulate this poem to us and let us have a look?" At this time, someone in the back who could not see but was very interested said.

Chang An smiled and handed the poetry board to the waiter, asking him to pass it around.

This was followed by a round of praise. When Madam Gongsun came out, the waiter handed the poem board to her and said, "Madam Gongsun, this is the poem that Marquis Dingkang wrote for your sword dance. Please take a look."

When Madam Gongsun heard this, she was very surprised and quickly took the poem board and started reading it. After reading it, she came to Chang An and said, "Thank you for the poem, Mr. Chang."

"Excuse me." Chang An also stood up and said, "Today's sword dance of Gongsun Da Niang seems to be even more wonderful than that on the Ghost Festival."

"Thank you for the poem that night, Mr. Chang. I also had some insights from your quatrain, so I made some improvements. If not, it would be totally unworthy of your quatrain."

"Serious words."

At this time, Yuan Qianyao saw Zhang Jiazhen sitting upright, as if he wanted to go and see, but didn't because of his face. So he said, "Why doesn't Prime Minister Zhang go and see?"

"It's just a poem. How good can it be?" Zhang Jiazhen said with a cold snort.

But as soon as he said this, he immediately regretted it.

"In that case, why don't Prime Minister Zhang write a poem and see if everyone can come and borrow it." Gu Li heard Zhang Jiazhen's words at this time and directly retorted.