The poem on the plum vase made Concubine Yang elated and extremely happy.

Over the years, many people have written poems to flatter her. Li Bai also flattered her when he was serving as an imperial eunuch. The famous poem "Clouds Think of Clothes and Flowers Think of Face" was a poem specially written to praise Concubine Yang.

It is said that Concubine Yang has seen a lot of flattery in the world, but the poems that Gu Qing burned on the plum vase made her particularly happy.

There is no other reason, because the sentences praising Concubine Yang in the poem are too popular and direct, catchy and easy to understand. There are many poems praising Concubine Yang, but it is really rare to praise Concubine Yang so directly.

Bai Juyi, the original author of "Song of Everlasting Regret", wrote poems in a popular style. It is said that after he wrote the poem, he would read it to an old woman in the market. If the old woman could understand, he would finalize the poem.

Concubine Yang seemed to be fascinated, reading the verses on the plum vase word for word. The more she read, the happier she became, and her long-depressed mood seemed to lighten up a lot.

"Xianyu Jiedushi, who wrote this poem?" Yang Guifei raised her eyes and asked.

Xian Yu Zhongtong secretly sighed, Gu Qing is such a talented guy, so lucky, and so good at flattering.

Xian Yu Zhongtong was always rude when asking for credit. When he presented the plum vase just now, he said with a straight face that he had ordered the porcelain kiln to specially bake these unique plum vases for Concubine Yang. This favor was to please Concubine Yang.

It fell silently on his head.

But this poem on the plum vase... Xianyu Zhongtong really didn't dare to take it as his own.

Talent is something that is difficult to steal. If you know it, you know it, if you don't know it, you don't know it. If Xianyu Zhongtong takes this poem as his own, and Concubine Yang is happy and asks him to compose another one, then he will reveal his secret when he opens his mouth.

The situation becomes awkward. He may be hated by Concubine Yang from now on. If Concubine Yang hates him, will her brother Yang Zhao still look good to him?

The risk is too great, so tell the truth.

"Dedicated to the noble concubine, this poem was written by Gu Qing, the owner of Qing Kiln in Shuzhou. Gu Qing is a local farmer, a seventeen-year-old boy. He is extremely talented, open-minded, wise as a planner and heroic as a hero.

"

Since he couldn't keep it as his own, Xianyu Zhongtong simply acted generously and helped Gu Qing brag about it, saying hello to me and hello to everyone.

Concubine Yang's eyes were filled with brilliance: "A boy of only seventeen years old can compose such a touching poem. He must be a talented person. I didn't expect that he turned out to be the owner of a porcelain kiln. This person is extraordinary."

"Yes, on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, Gu Qing also composed a Mid-Autumn Festival poem. This poem has been widely praised in Shuzhou City and even spread to Yizhou."

Xianyu Zhongtong saw that Concubine Yang was very interested, so he memorized the full text of the Mid-Autumn Festival poem.

Concubine Yang repeatedly praised: "The good words are completely different from the poems on the plum vase. This Mid-Autumn Festival poem has more artistic conception. It can express the joys and sorrows of the world in one sentence and can be passed down for thousands of years."

Concubine Yang's talking eyes were full of smiles at this moment, and she said: "Under the rule of the Emperor, talents emerged in large numbers in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and talents like this young man are extremely rare."

"Gu Qing is truly lucky to be praised by the imperial concubine."

Concubine Yang caressed the row of plum vases in the box with her slender hands. The more she looked at them, the happier she became. Not only that, her hometown in Shuzhou could produce such exquisite porcelain. Not only that, her hometown also produced a talented young man. Concubine Yang was very proud.

People these days still have a strong sense of country. No matter what high position they hold, they cannot erase the country complex in their hearts.

What surprised her the most about that young man she had never met before, that poem about lingering love, was that he seemed to have a pair of god-like eyes, quietly watching her and Li Longji's acquaintance and love, every moment from beginning to end.

Know every detail.

Suddenly I was very curious about what kind of person he was.

"Xian Yu Jiedushi, where is that young man now?"

"In Shiqiao Village, Qingcheng County, busy making porcelain for the imperial concubine."

Concubine Yang thought for a while and said: "Qingcheng County is not far from Shuzhou. We can ask him to come to Shuzhou. I want to see him."

Xian Yu Zhongtong was shocked. He didn't expect that a poem and a batch of fired plum vases would be so valued by the imperial concubine. This guy Gu Qing's ability to flatter is extremely good. I'm afraid he will have to learn the flattery skills from him in the future.

"I obey, and I will immediately order someone to bring Gu Qing to Shuzhou."

Xianyu Zhongtong respectfully excused himself, while Concubine Yang was still sitting in the pavilion, looking at the poems on the plum vase infatuatedly. They not only praised her beauty, but also detailed her love with the emperor. At this time, reading this poem in this scene made people feel excited.

She couldn't help but recall the time when she and Li Longji were in love, drinking water and having fun in the Huaqing Pool, husbands and wives singing in the Liyuan Ensemble, and Li Longji composed "Nancy Clothes and Feathers" under the rain of cherry blossoms. She danced under the cherry blossom trees, surrounded by people

The musicians and musicians sang together, and the scene was unforgettable.

That's all, why bother with him? Even if a couple is loving among the people, they will inevitably quarrel and get angry. What's more, the emperor has the majesty of the emperor, do you want to stay angry with him forever?

"I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground..." Yang Guifei caressed this poem on the plum vase with her delicate fingers, and a faint mist appeared in her eyes.

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Li Bai was drunk again.

After Gu Qing brewed a high degree of alcohol, Li Bai got drunk more and more often, and he got drunk faster and faster. In the past, he could still chant poems to the moon with the help of wine, but now he gets drunk as soon as he drinks, and falls down as soon as he wakes up.

With eyes wide open, he continued to look for a drink in a daze.

Gu Qing felt that he had committed a crime against human cultural heritage, and at the same time he felt that he had benefited countless primary and middle school students thousands of years later. It was a complicated feeling.

So Gu Qing decided to control the amount of alcohol Li Bai drank every day. The Jiuxian sounded elegant and unrestrained, but it would be unpleasant to become an alcoholic. It would be a pity to be ruined by a high degree of alcohol for a good banished immortal who could compose poems and dance swords.

However, Li Bai has a free and uninhibited temperament and will not be influenced by anyone. If Gu Qing directly cuts down on the amount of wine, he will probably walk away without saying a word and break off their friendship.

So Gu Qing had no choice but to regretfully tell him that making wine was too difficult and the output could not keep up with his drinking capacity. He asked him to control it a little and wait until the output increased in the future.

Li Bai had no choice but to accept the reality. After getting used to being drunk to a high degree, drinking fruit wine would feel boring. In the past few days, Li Bai's drinking capacity was finally under control, and it was rare to see him get drunk.

Under the oil lamp in the evening, Gu Qing, Li Bai, and Zhang Huaiyu sat around the table. On the table was a square cauldron. The soup in the cauldron was boiling, and the gulu was steaming.

Li Bai and Zhang Huaiyu looked at the cauldron with curiosity, then leaned over to look at the red-hot charcoal under the cauldron.

"What is this?" Li Bai asked.

"Hot pot." Gu Qingyan said concisely and to the point.

"For eating?" Zhang Huaiyu asked again.

"No, it is used for washing hands. It has the effect of whitening and removing scars. It will be even better if you soak your face in it and wash it."

Zhang Huaiyu was stunned: "Really?"
Chapter completed!