The so-called Qushui Liushang.

Everyone sat along the Qushui, placed the wine vessels and wine cups upstream of the Qushui, and let them go down the river.

Whoever stops the wine glass, he will drink and write poems.

When drinking, a mat barrier is set up by the water, tea sets and flowers are held, and a banquet is held, and poetry is written, which is very elegant.

...

At this time, the banquet began.

The banquet for the emperor and concubines was held on the trekking boat.

The banquets for ministers and subordinate officials were set up in the pavilions and pavilions, or temporary tents.

The Hanlin Bachelor is allowed to hold a banquet on the colorful boat.

Generally, scholars and common people freely choose flowers and grasslands to carry out the work.

Some ladies choose beautiful places with flowers, put bamboo poles on the grass, and hang red skirts to make tents, which are called "skirt tents".

The skirt tent at this time.

It's not for bathing, but for a banquet inside...

...

Fang Ying looked at all this and couldn't help but feel emotion.

"This is the Tang Dynasty women."

"Openness makes them more willful and open-minded, and they are filled with a breath of unrestrained youth."

"Looking at the entire history."

"Only the prosperous Tang Dynasty and the open and inclusive prosperous Tang Dynasty can make women full of spirit and confidence."

Fang Ying is enjoying the flowers.

I felt someone patted my shoulder.

"Oh, I'm so fascinated by what little lady is peeping at?"

Turn your head to see.

Su Dingfang stood beside him with a smile.

"Oh~" Fang Ying sighed lightly: "Boss, you are not here just now, where have you been going?"

"Of course, it's preparation for the boat race."

Su Dingfang frowned and said, "Didn't we win? Why? The Tubo people are not convinced?"

"I'm not convinced if you are not here." Fang Ying said: "If you don't have your riding and shooting, no one can suppress the venue."

I heard this.

Su Dingfang's mouth broke into the ear, and his heart and mouth were different:

"You can't say that. You need to know that there are mountains outside the mountain. There are many people who are better than me than the archery skills."

Fang Ying pointed to the skirt and smiled and said, "There must be a cool little lady inside. Should we join together?"

Su Dingfang's eyes lit up.

But he still shook his head: "Forget it, let's talk about it later. The saint called you upstairs and boats to the banquet."

"good."

Fang Ying nodded and walked towards the ferry.

Su Dingfang turned his gaze to the skirt, licked his lips, and was about to take a step.

The front room won two steps, suddenly stopped and turned around and asked, "Boss, don't you go?"

Su Dingfang put down his legs again and said lightly:

"You go first. I'm tired of rowing, so I'll be there after a rest."

...

On the boat.

Wine and chat are underway.

Li Shimin sat in the first place, with short tables below, all of whom were important officials of the country and envoys from foreign countries.

Everyone sat on the tall building.

Everything on the banks of the Qushui River is in your sight.

An envoy couldn't help but praise: "Everyone in the world said that the literary style of the Central Plains Tang Dynasty was so prosperous. When I saw it today, it was indeed extraordinary."

Hearing this.

The Tang people present all smiled.

Kong Yingda smiled and said, "Do you know, "Preface to the Lanting Collection"?"

The envoy has not spoken yet.

Lu Dongzan next to him lit up his eyes and interrupted, "What are you talking about is Wang Xizhi of the Eastern Jin Dynasty?"

"Yes."

Kong Yingda nodded with a smile: "It was because of the Lanting Preface Collection that the tradition of drinking and feasting in the water formed."

"Oh?" Lu Dongzan asked, "I would like to hear the details."

“Hahaha…”

Kong Yingda smiled and said, "The most famous Qushui Liushang in history should be the one held in Lanting in the ninth year of Yonghe in Emperor Mu of Jin."

"That year, Kuaiji Inner Historian, Right General Wang Xizhi, along with his relatives Xie An, as well as high-ranking officials and famous scholars, and family children, held a sacrificial ceremony in Qingxi, Lanting, Shanyin, Kuaiji."

"Then, I took it as a sip of water, followed by arranging wine and writing poems, and had a happy time."

Following his words.

The envoys around him were interested.

They all stopped talking, put down their drinking, turned their heads and looked over.

Kong Yingda continued: "In that Qushui Banquet, eleven people made two poems, fifteen people made one poem, and sixteen people couldn't write poems, so they each made three cups of wine."

"Wang Xizhi collected everyone's poems."

"Using silkworm cocoon paper, rat whisper pen to write the preface, and writing with wine, I wrote the world-famous "Preface to the Lanting Collection".

"This is the origin of that work of God."

"The Qushui Liushang has thus become a fixed tradition in Shangsi Festival."

After talking.

The envoys were amazed.

"I see."

"There is such a good story on Shangsi Festival!"

"Only the Central Plains, which are all about writing, can such a legendary story be produced!"

"I admire you, I admire you!"

...

Lu Dongzan said curiously: "Today's Qushui Banquet has begun, why hasn't the poem been published yet?"

The words fall.

There is a quietness around.

All the important officials of the Tang Dynasty picked up their glasses and drank as if nothing had happened.

Many people looked at Lu Dongzan with a playful look and thought to themselves that you dare to say anything?

Lu Dongzan's whole body was stiff.

He squeezed out a smile and asked, "Isn't Qushui Liushang just writing a poem? I dare to ask what else is there to pay attention to?"

"That's a big deal!"

Not far away, Cheng Yaojin sat quietly, sounding like a loud bell:

"Even a rough man like me, Old Cheng, knows that Fang Yiai doesn't write poems, who dares to jump out and show his ugly words?"

Lu Dongzan's eyes were dark: "Who is Fang Yiai?"

Cheng Yaojin pointed with a big hand: "See, isn't that boy here?"

Lu Dongzan turned his head and looked.

I saw a tall figure boarding the ship.

"It's him?"

Lu Dongzan's eyes widened.

Isn't this the boy just now?

He shot geese and beat drums again, and he was the emperor's son-in-law...
Chapter completed!