The houses in the Tang Dynasty were very large, especially those with gardens. Bai Juyi, a great poet of the middle Tang Dynasty, lived in seclusion in Luoyang in his later years and built a garden with fifteen acres in front and back, which was particularly cramped and narrow, which shows that it was.

The garden that Zhang Zichuan bought for Tang Cheng is particularly large, with a total area of ​​no less than 22 or 3 acres. In addition to the gorgeous hall in front, the back garden that spends a lot of effort in this house.

The bright moon is in the sky, under the washing moonlight, the lanterns everywhere in the Daya Zhizheng Garden. The orange light not only adds a bit of brightness to the moon, but also dilutes the coolness of the moonlight in silence, adding a bit of warmth to the entire garden.

"This moon gate is also exquisite." Yu Dongjun, who smiled and said with a smile, just as he stepped past the moon gate, he felt a cool air with a slight mist coming to his face. When he turned around, he saw everything in front of him clearly, he was a little confused and forgot about it.

Not only Yu Dongjun, but also all the merchants who followed him were like this. In this instant, the whole crowd suddenly stopped and looked at everything in front of him in surprise and admiration.

Under the cold moonlight and the light of the flower light, what is present in front of you is a lush and green beautiful mountain water. Looking around, the sound of water from the half-slope meadow path is gurgling, and bamboo leaves are shaking. There are buildings, platforms, pavilions and pavilions, all hidden among the cleverly conceived mountain and stone stacks. There are ripples reflecting the light moonlight, as well as the small bridge lying like a crescent moon above the water waves. There are flowers and bamboo forests between the pavilions and pavilions and the stone bridges.

This mountain, this water, this tower, this pavilion, and this water wave bridge, everything in front of you is so harmonious, just like a masterful long scroll of Jiangnan landscape. When you see this scene, you are amazed and enjoyed by the love of appreciation, Yu Dongjun, who is also a scholar, couldn't bear to step at the feet, for fear that he would stomp this beautiful and natural long scroll of landscape.

Daya Zhizhengyuan is at the most prosperous place in Daocheng. He knows that he is in a lively street market, but as soon as he enters this garden, Yu Dongjun suddenly seems to have walked into the green mountains and beautiful waters outside the city. For a moment, countless poems of predecessors chanting mountains and rivers in his mind surge into his heart, and the poetic environment in his heart is integrated with the mountains and rivers in front of him. In this moment, Yu Dongjun seems to have walked into a dream, a dream of mountains and rivers and pastoral that is rooted in the hearts of every literati.

Seeing Yu Dongjun's look of amazement, Tang Cheng smiled slightly. In the past three months, he had spent a lot of money and manpower, and what he wanted was the effect in front of him.

The ancient Chinese people had a special preference for creating gardens, but the style of garden creation began early. However, they had been pursuing simple and simple beauty for a long time. The gardens were vast and exquisite, which was exactly like this in the current Tang Dynasty. The art of gardening reached its peak until the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The elegant Zhizheng Garden in front of us was Tang Cheng who combined the essence of the famous gardens such as Suzhou Humble Administrator's Garden, Lion Forest, Sui Garden, Liuyuan, and Net Master in the future, and then realized through technical means by Jin Jianyou, the famous garden master of this road. It can be said without boasting that the garden in front of us is definitely a work that is far beyond the standard of the times.

For Yu Dongjun and the merchants who were used to seeing the rough garden, the visual and psychological impact of this extraordinary Zhizheng Garden was similar to the sudden appearance of the science fiction blockbuster produced in the 21st century in the 1970s. After the initial shock, I couldn't believe it, how could this be...?

Everyone didn't speak, and Tang Cheng was speechless. After a long time, he heard Yu Dongjun sighing: "When I was working in the staff department, I also had fun and visited the gardens on the original place. However, what I saw in my life was that the exquisite and ingenuity of this garden was far better than many of my peers."

"Thank you for your observation and praise, please, Lord," Tang Chengbian accompanied Yu Dongjun forward and laughed softly: "This garden has a total of 14 acres. There are towers, pavilions and study within these 14 acres. There are 96 guest houses, with paths, curved bridges and corridors connected in the middle, striving to be fresh and elegant poetic. In general, building a garden is like a composition. It is necessary to make the twists and turns work. Only when the front and back echo are met, it is called a good structure. The most taboo is to pile up and the most taboo is to be intricate."

Upon hearing this, Yu Dongjun suddenly stopped and said, "Oh, did this garden come from you?"

"I don't have this ability," Tang Cheng smiled and shook his head, "This garden was built by Jin Jianyou, and my subordinates just proposed some ideas when he built the garden."

"Oh, what are you thinking?" Yu Dongjun asked with interest as he walked.

"It's nothing. It's just that at the end of last year, my subordinates went to Yangzhou and visited Kangle Garden. However, they felt that although this garden was big and clumsy, they had no choice but to lose the artistic conception of the mountains and rivers. This time, they had the opportunity to use the method of writing poetry to express the meaning in their hearts through bizarre ideas. They should carefully deploy each pavilion, a pool, a floor, a pavilion, a pavilion, a pavilion, a flower and a tree to achieve the interesting poetry of strangeness in the plain..."

Previously, in the minds of the East Army and the merchants, Tang Chengdi's image was a businessman who made gold and agile brain, or was a businessman who was good at making money for the yamen. But at this moment, under the moonlight lantern, in the landscape painting garden in front of him, Tang Cheng was talking quietly. The environment and everything he said were covered with a layer of invisible but could clearly feel the aura of a scholar. At this moment, many people familiar with him suddenly remembered that Tang Cheng had an identity as a Taoist scholar.

"Building a garden is like writing an essay. It will make the twists and turns work. It will be a good idea to see the strange things in the plain and say it well!" Yu Dongjun smiled and praised, "You can get rid of one or two and you can turn your mind into the other, and Tang Cheng will succeed in studying."

"The Jieduan praised it."

While speaking, several people had already arrived at the small lake in the garden. At this time, there were a number of heads in the bamboo leaves on the lakeside. Each head had an incense burner, wine cup, jade cup and light side dishes. As Tang Cheng asked Yu Dongjun to sit, a group of young women slowly walked out of the bamboo forest behind him. These women were beautiful in color and graceful in shape. The most rare thing was their outstanding temperament. At this moment, they were wearing palace clothes and walking on the moon. The person himself was a beautiful picture of a lady in palace clothes.

Under the guidance of the ladies, the guests sat down in the bamboo forest by the lake. In front of them was the lake water reflecting the moonlight, beside them was the bamboo forest singing at night in the wind, and the slight fragrance was emitting by their bodies. The ladies in the palace dress who were holding wine in the wine, not only did the guests disappear in the heat, but also felt a little free from the world.

At this time, the most important social engagement method was singing, dancing and banquets. However, for today's guests, even though they had been having a long time, they could never bring so many surprises and praises tonight.

"My mother, whenever you get involved with Tang Cheng, you will always be surprised." A merchant in the bamboo forest sat down and said this, he smiled embarrassedly. Even he himself felt that such an environment was not suitable for those familiar catchphrases.

Seeing him like this, the guest not far away smiled and said, "Yes, why don't Tang Cheng say that he has a slight heart? Next time, he must bring my two incompetent sons. This place has the taste of a scholar. If you sit here, you will feel that your body is three points lighter."

"Yes, this place is also evil and can really eliminate vulgarity." The merchant nodded, "Next time, if there are customers coming, I will just bring them here. I won't talk about anything else, and I really can't take advantage of other places in Daocheng."

While talking in groups of three or three in the bamboo forest, Yu Dongjun had already picked up the wine cup in front of him.

"Good garden, good wine", put down the wine cup in his hand. Yu Dongjun took a deep breath of the cool night breeze, and smiled and said to Tang Cheng, who was sitting not far away: "What should be below?"

"Please listen carefully." While speaking, Tang Cheng raised his hands and slapped his high-highs twice.

With Tang Cheng's cunch, a pipa suddenly stirred up not far from the lake in front of the guests. The sound of the pipa suddenly came, and after it came, it rose up, instantly breaking the silence of Daya Zhizheng Garden.

There were palace lanterns hanging at the heads of the guests. There was no light in the lake. Under the light and darkness, the guests saw the darkness on the lake surface. In the darkness, because they could not see clearly who was playing the pipa, they instead prompted everyone to focus their attention on the sound of the pipa coming through the air.

During the Tang Dynasty, when rich and noble families had to sing and dance to help them have fun, and the guests who could be invited tonight were even more experts in the banquet hall. Therefore, although they did not practice the rhythm, they had been influenced by many years. Even if they could not tell the good or bad, they still had all the judgments about good or bad. This is just like a delicious person who is not necessarily good at cooking, but is definitely good at tasting.

Lightly close and slowly twist, pick, rub, hook, especially the extremely difficult wheel finger application, the sound of the pipa in the lake rang for a while, and the whispering on the shore had already come to an abrupt end. At this moment, when marveling at the superb pipa skills, the most common question in everyone's heart was, who was playing the pipa? When did such a national player have been found in Daocheng?

The sound of the pipa is getting faster and faster. The huge peaks are inserted into the sky at high height. The water flows in the low back. The white clouds are gently brushing in the floating place. The stones block the long river.

"The Road to Shu is Difficult", when he heard the excitement, Yu Dongjun couldn't help but praise: "What a song "The Road to Shu is Difficult"!".

"The Road to Shu" is a famous song in ancient Yuefu. This song is intended to describe the dangers of Shu Road and the passage of time. Although the poems sing together with the tune have been repeatedly innovative, the tune itself has not changed much, so the Dongjun will know it as soon as he listens.

Just as he exclaimed, the first stack of this tune had ended, just as the regret that the Eastern Army still felt was still unfulfilled, the pipa turned and the perm turned. At the same time, a sigh full of desolation rose vigorously in the sound of the pipa:

Alas, it’s so dangerous! The road to Shu is more difficult than climbing to the blue sky.

With this desolate sigh, the dark lake suddenly shone brightly, and the light shone over the flat-headed pleasure boat floating slightly on the water. At this time, in the corner of the water, there was a gray-haired old man plucking the pipa with constant wheel fingering. In the middle of the pleasure boat was a top singer with a naked upper body, revealing a brown and black muscle. The five dancers behind the singer were dressed like him.

From the pipa to the singer, to the dancing Ding Zhuang, the sound and color in the pleasure boat are full of fierce masculinity.

In the blooming light, the naked singer continued to sing with the accompanying pipa:

Cancong and Yufu, why are they confused about the founding of the country?

You are forty-eight thousand years old and will not be connected with Qin Pass.

There is a bird path in Taibai, the West can reach the top of Emei.

The earth collapses and the mountains destroys the heroes and dies, and then the ladder and stones in the sky are connected in square hooks.

There are six dragons above and the high standard of returning to the sun, and there are the high standard of returning to the river with the waves and twists and turns below.

The yellow crane is still flying, and the monkeys are so worried about climbing.

What is the green mud? It is a hundred steps and nine turns around the rocks.

He looked up at the well and snoreeded, and sat with his hands and sighed.

I ask you when I will return to Journey to the West, and I am afraid that the road will be unclimbed.

But I saw the sad bird croaking the dead trees, and the male flew around the forest.

I heard that Zigui cried at night, and I was worried about the empty mountains.

The road to Shu is more difficult than climbing to the blue sky.

Let people hear this withering their red face!

Since the rise of the palace style poetry between Qi and Liang dynasties, it has been through the Sui Dynasty to the early Tang Dynasty. The mainstream in the poetry world is the beautiful and elegant palace style poetry. Although there are the four masters of the early Tang Dynasty and Chen Zi'ang's changing poetry styles, the time has not been far away, and the total amount of poetry is far less than that. Therefore, when people sing and dancing at this time, the most popular palace styles are the palace styles, and the poets are all singing girls without exception. Even if there are some exceptions, they are also the romance of the beautiful children who are neither male nor female.

During the banquet, I had been used to the slender singer holding the pipa. I was used to listening to the gentle palace poetry. The long song that broke through the Daya Zhizheng Garden in front of me was like a flash of lightning, completely subverting the common sense of banquets and singing and dancing among the guests.

The pipa, which was as fast as a storm, was exposed to its strong muscles, and sang a long and unrestrained song with a loud and unrestrained song. From the moment of sighing the song, the guests on the lakeside were robbed by the pride and heroic spirit that came to their faces. This pride and heroic spirit, the wild feelings in the poem. The extremely exaggerated imagination ignited the men's enthusiasm in their blood in silence. Thousands of years later, when students in later generations read Li Bai's famous songs, they still felt excited, let alone the pipa and the dance accompaniment in front of them?

When the singer sang for the second time, some of the guests in the seat couldn't help but stand up and sing together. Even if they couldn't remember the poem, they did not forget to hum the rhythm with the pipa. When the singer sang "The road to Shu is difficult, it is difficult to climb to the blue sky", they responded loudly. The loud sound made the night birds in the shocked enclave swirl and fly high again. For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire Daya Zhizheng Garden was as enthusiastic as a raging flame, flying and rushing.

Three times in a row. When the singer finally finished the last sentence in a huge response, the lanterns on the pleasure boat went out one after another, and the blooming light gradually returned to hazy until dark. At the same time, the "pour wine" commands sounded one after another in the bamboo forest by the lake. These rich merchants who still had a passion in their hearts were much shorter and more powerful than usual when they shouted the word "pour wine".

After taking the wine cup and drinking it all, letting the dripping wine flow out from the corner of his mouth and dripping on the chest of the silk satin gown. After the guests who were still standing were slapped on the table with the full drink, they almost said in a long voice: "Happy!"

"What a dangerous and high-level Shu Road, what a difficult Shu Road, how difficult it is to reach the sky." After all, Yu Dongjun has a different identity and has never stood up like those merchants. However, the excitement in his heart was not small. He slapped the wine cup he was holding tightly on the desk. Yu Dongjun sighed: "What a song, good speech, so happy!"

"The yellow crane is not enough to fly, and the monkeys are so sad to climb here. The green mud is so green that it is lingering on the rocks and mountains! The difficulty of traveling in Shu is so difficult to move," said Tang Cheng, after waved his hand to the lady who was serving wine, he stood up next to the Yu Dongjun case, and personally picked up the wine cup and poured the wine. He said, "However, even though it is difficult for traveling in Shu, there are still heroes climbing the cliffs, facing the abyss, and digging a road in the unclimbed rocks. Such passion and achievements, these heroes who cut the mountains and roads really make people feel infinite admiration every time they think about it."

"Well said," Yu Dongjun regarded road construction as his lifelong career. At this time, when he heard Tang Cheng's words, his enthusiasm, which had not declined, suddenly increased by three points. "The earth collapsed and the mountains destroyed the heroes and the heroes died, and then the ladder and stones in the sky were connected in the square! If we can get this praise, we road construction people will die in a cliff, and we should also smile and die in the place of death."

When he said this, Yu Dongjun's face appeared with a clear smile that was absolutely inconsistent with his age, and his eyes were also shining brightly, shining with a bright light that shone upon his ideals.

"Sir, I admire this heart!" After taking a step back, Tang Cheng's bowing ceremony came from his deep heart and sincere heart.

"Forget it, forgot, the "Distance of Shu Dao" that I just sang just now is definitely a new word. Where is the person who said the word now?" Yu Dongjun waved his hand to Tang Cheng repeatedly and said, "Go and invite me, I will invite him a big cup."

Upon hearing this, Tang Cheng turned red, then returned to his own seat and held the wine cup, and invited Yu Dongjun to drink, saying, "Sir, please!"

"It's you?" Yu Dongjun, who suddenly stood up, said in surprise: "The lyrics of "The Road to Shu" were written by you in Tang Cheng?"

In an instant, observation made the adult's abnormal behavior focus the eyes of the guests on Tang Cheng...
Chapter completed!