"Why haven't you started yet?"

"Li Taibai hasn't arrived yet."

"I'm afraid I'm not drunk. Li Bai wrote hundreds of poems about drinking wine and slept in a restaurant in Chang'an City."

"Today should be the day when the wind blows the willow flowers and fills the store with fragrance, and Wu Ji presses wine to encourage guests to taste it."

"How come Li Taibai was not included in the Qinhuai River party? Not to mention, there is the Wende Bridge in front of this gate. Because he once drank and watched the moon here, there is a saying that 'Taibai was drunk and lying down to fish for the moon'..."

While they were discussing, a man strode over and said loudly: "Prince, Duke Du, and other gentlemen, don't blame me, I'm late."

Du Youlin didn't recognize this person, but Wang Changling leaned over and whispered: "This is Cui Dong."

As soon as Cui Dong arrived, everyone turned their attention to him because they knew that he was now the richest man in the world.

There are many famous families involved in maritime affairs, but the individual who holds the most stocks is Cui Dong. Each of the certificates that were abandoned like worn-out shoes has become a gold mine that can be exploited continuously.

He can be regarded as a representative of the maritime merchants of the Tang Dynasty today. He was also the first person to transform from a wealthy landowner to a maritime merchant.

Although today's cultural gathering is held in the name of Wang Changling, it is Cui Dong who pays for it, and he is the real host.

The people present were all literati, and they always looked down on businessmen, but Cui Dong was not a complete businessman. His poetic talent surpassed that of most people present, and he still loved poetry even after he was rich.

"Du Gong, I have admired you for a long time."

Cui Dong respected Du Youlin very much.

This respect comes from his admiration for today's emperor.

It is absurd to say that the son of a direct branch of the Boling Cui family and the emperor who used ruthless methods to suppress the family should have been incompatible, but now they have the same goals and the same thoughts.

Cui Dong not only firmly believed in the future of the Tang Dynasty, but also believed in the emperor's poems, articles and thoughts, as well as his every word and deed.

Of course, the world loves Li Taibai more.

Even Du Youlin asked first: "Didn't Mr. Taibai come with you?"

"Yes, why hasn't Mr. Taibai come yet?"

When Li Bai was mentioned, everyone stretched their necks and looked at the door expectantly. Many people came here today because of Li Bai.

Han Yu also clenched his fists, his eyes were bright, and a voice kept calling in his heart.

"Li Taibai, Li Taibai!"

However, Cui Dong bowed his head and said: "Gentlemen, I'm sorry, Mr. Taibai was going to come, but..."

Wang Changling smiled bitterly when he heard this. He knew that with Li Bai's character, he might not come today, but he didn't know where he went.

"I just met a group of Baiji on the Yangtze River. Mr. Taibai became interested and took a boat to travel the Yangtze River with them."

No one would abandon so many celebrities and scholars for such a reason. No one would forgive his willful behavior.

Only Li Bai, people loved him because of his freedom and uninhibitedness.

Han Yu looked at all the "common people" on the field, as if he could imagine Li Bai and the Baiqi chasing the waves and playing in the water on the vast Yangtze River.

At the beginning of the literary meeting, everyone took out their poems and asked Wang Changling to comment on them. There were many excellent works among them.

Han Yu just watched at first, but after listening to many poems, he gradually became excited, his eyes gradually glowed with excitement, and he raised his hand high.

He was a bit frightened, but Wang Changling, who was "dazzled by old age", actually saw him and said with a smile: "Does this little friend also write poems?"

"have."

Han Yu's newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, so he responded simply: "I also wrote a poem."

As Wang Changling got older, he liked children. He stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, let me read it to the wise people."

Over there, Han Hui turned around and glared at Han Yu, but Han Yu had already walked to the court and bowed in a decent manner.

"When the boy came here just now, he saw a couple living alone in Wende Bridge. After listening to their heartfelt exchanges, he composed a poem on a whim."

After Han Yu said this, he started to chant.

"There are cattails in the green water and a pair of fish underneath."

"Now that you are going to Long, who will I live with?"

After reading the poem, many literati in the hall felt ashamed that they were not as good as a seven-year-old child.

Wang Changling nodded repeatedly, praising and encouraging Han Yu.

At this time, before the man and woman on the bridge had gone far, a good person caught up with them, presented Han Yu with this little poem, and led them in to thank him.

Du Youlin asked why they were separated. The woman cried and said that her parents thought the man's family was poor and did not allow their marriage, so the man decided to go to Chang'an to sell goods.

"Is there such a thing about family status?" Du Youlin shook his head and sighed, and said to the woman: "Let your parents come here, I will tell them on your behalf."

He was originally a rigid person who adhered to etiquette. He can say this because people's ideas have gradually changed over the years, and some voices have emerged that break the boundaries of family status.

"Du Gong, wait a moment, I'm afraid the melon won't be sweet if you twist it." Cui Dong reminded him.

Just when everyone thought that this son of aristocratic family looked down on the poor children, he went on to say: "It is better to teach them to fish than to teach them to fish. I think the jewelry the young lady is wearing is of extraordinary quality. She must belong to a high-ranking family. Your Majesty must look down on the merchant."

You pawn, if you, a young man, want to be worthy of being a daughter of a noble family like her, I will teach you two ways. One is to do ocean trade with me, and the other is to join the army in Anxi. It will not be difficult to settle down and establish a career in three to five years."

The man and woman failed to appreciate the value of his words and still shed tears, not knowing how to choose. Instead, Yao Runeng reminded: "I haven't thanked Mr. Cui yet."

Yao Runeng knew very well that today is an era full of opportunities, allowing children from poor backgrounds to rise to the level of being worthy of noble families within a few years. This was something Cui Dong would not even mention before.

The editor-in-chief of "Xinsi Bao" was quite convincing among young men and women among the people. The man then asked to follow Cui Dong, and then he and the woman withdrew with great gratitude.

This can be regarded as adding a small anecdote to Han Yu's poems.

Although several poems were published in the Wenhui that followed, they ultimately failed to make up for the regret caused by Li Bai's absence.

So Yao Runeng unhurriedly took out two pieces of paper from his arms and said: "Then I will read a poem that Mr. Gu Yanwu submitted to the cover society."

"good."

The scene suddenly became quiet, and everyone wanted to hear what kind of poem Mr. Gu, who always only liked to talk about state affairs, could write.

It was dusk now. Yao Runeng turned around and saw that the setting sun had already cast a layer of golden light outside the door.

He recited the poem naturally.

"Weeds and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, the sun sets at the entrance of Wuyi Alley."

"In the old days, kings and queens flew into the homes of common people."

A few lines outline the atmosphere of the autumn dusk. This is a hidden and charming poem. Many people quickly realized the vicissitudes of glory and wealth that have passed away.

If we think of Mr. Gu's attitude towards the aristocratic families in his past articles, we can feel the changes of the times with the decline of the aristocratic families.

Cui Dong was thoughtful.

Although he is now a wealthy man, he has witnessed the disintegration of the entire family. In addition to the Cui family, there are countless high-ranking families that have declined due to political reforms in recent years.

Being in the torrent, he can especially feel that the general trend is beyond his ability to contend with.

"In the old days, the king Xietang was a swallow." Cui Dong sighed, pitying himself for his life experience.

Over there, three-year-old Liu Yuxi raised his head.

He heard everyone reciting this poem and couldn't help but open his mouth and join in.

"Little swallows, dressed in floral clothes, come here every spring..."

This is a children's song that came out several years ago. Bai Juyi can also sing it, and he couldn't help humming along with it.

After Cui Dong listened to the singing, an idea suddenly came to his mind.

The mysterious Gu Yanwu's writing style always seemed familiar to him, and he could also compose poetry.

"Is Mr. Gu using a pseudonym? He wrote poems and poems for Your Majesty..."

Because he was so excited, Cui Dong couldn't hold back and asked directly.

Halfway through his words, he realized something was wrong and immediately shut up.

But people had heard it, and some people had already noticed it like him, so they were all stunned.

In terms of poetry and literary attainments, I am afraid that the emperor today is the number one person in the Tang Dynasty. However, the emperor has not written poetry for a long time, so he did not expect to participate in today's literary gathering in this way.

The regret of Li Bai's absence was finally made up for, and the literati felt that their trip was worthwhile.

The literary meeting has come to an end. The poem composed by a seven-year-old boy has become a legend, and Mr. Gu, who is suspected to be the emperor's pseudonym, has sent poems from thousands of miles to describe the changes in the world. This only adds another ray of brilliance to the brilliant culture of the Tang Dynasty today.

Suddenly, someone asked: "Mr. Yao, you took two manuscripts, what is the other one?"

People who were about to leave for dinner at Baoyuelou stopped and looked at Yao Runeng expectantly.

"Are there any more poems?"

"What poem is it? Master Yao, read it quickly!"

Yao Runeng could only wave his hand and said: "This is not a poem, it is a recipe submitted by Mr. Tangwu to the Sheshe."

"New Thoughts Newspaper actually publishes recipes, but I haven't seen them before."

"In the future, the imperial court encouraged the planting of new crops, but there are many articles on how to eat these fruits and vegetables and how to make them delicious. Mr. Tang Wu is the first person in this field. Today I not only brought recipes, but also invited

Cui Gong has prepared the ingredients so that everyone can eat them at the banquet later."
To be continued...