Love Poetry Square is three hundred steps long and two hundred steps wide. It is located in front of the main entrance of the Shandong Chief Envoy Office in the north of the city. It is the largest mass gathering venue in Jinan City.

The ground of the square is paved with hexagonal gray bricks about a foot wide, which are staggered and densely arranged in a honeycomb shape to cover the entire site. It is separated from the surrounding markets by a low wall as high as a person. The walls are covered with inscriptions and inscriptions, inscribed with famous lines of ancient and modern love poems.

From the pre-Qin Dynasty's "Jian Jia Cang Cang" to the widely circulated famous line in the Han and Tang dynasties, to the contemporary gifted scholar's "Form together to fly to heaven, don't envy the joy of the world", the poems are of different lengths and fonts, which are dizzying and love poems.

The square also got its name.

The news that Princess Nanping was holding a labor ceremony here had been released a month ago, and everyone in Jinan City knew it. On the day of the ceremony, the streets of Jinan City were packed with people, men, women, old and young, farmers, businessmen and merchants all gathered in Qingshi Square to watch the ceremony. Everyone came.

Those who admired Princess Nanping's grace, some came to watch the singing and dancing performances of the Shennu Lou Music Troupe, some wanted to take the opportunity to sign up to join the army and make contributions, and some wanted to meet the provincial officials and recognize their familiar faces. For a time, the square was crowded and bustling.

A large four-foot-high wooden platform was erected on the north side of the square. A screen was erected on the platform to divide the wooden platform into two. The front stage was a venue for speeches, singing and dancing, and the back stage was for preparation and waiting. The stage was far away from each other.

Recently, eight chairs have been set up, with Zhu Qingying, Princess of Nanping, and Li Jinglong, Duke of Cao, sitting at the first place, followed by provincial officials such as Tie Xuan, the Chief Envoy of Shandong Province, and Zhang Shijin, the Inspector-General of Shandong Province.

There are five rows of benches behind the eight Taishi chairs for invited guests to watch the ceremony in the front row. Wang Xiaowan was not invited, but he knew well that money can communicate with the gods. He bribed the relevant responsible persons and added a sixth row of benches for the viewing seats.

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She saw Lan Qiao walking slowly from a distance, but the place was crowded, so she had to jump up and down and wave to him before Lan Qiao could see where she was. Lan Qiao greeted Zhu Qingying

Later, he and Wang Xiaowan sat side by side on the bench in the sixth row, paying close attention to the big shots in the front.

However, I saw that Cao Guogong Li Jinglong was dressed in the uniform of a military commander. He was tall and tall, but he was a fat man. Not to mention his head was full of fat. Sitting on the chair of the imperial master, his flesh almost squeezed into the armrests, which showed that he was usually pampered. The official uniform of Tie Xuan, the governor of Shandong, was awe-inspiring.

, his face is about thirty or forty years old, with a medium build, but he has white hair in his prime. His eye sockets are sunken, and the skin on his face is dry and dull. He seems to be an extremely diligent person. The transportation of military rations and the hosting of this ceremony

There must be no shortage of work for him. Zhang Shijin is younger than Tie Xuan, with a slender figure and a fair face. He sits on a chair and gently shakes the folding fan, chatting with Zhu Qingying with a smile, and has a scholar-like demeanor.

"I don't know what kind of illness Hua has committed. When I came here this morning, I couldn't open my mouth and couldn't speak. My voice was so hoarse that I could hardly make a sound." Wang Xiaowan looked very anxious, tears welling up in his eyes. "If something like this happens at this juncture, it's a little while."

What should I do if she can't sing when the ceremony starts?"

Lan Qiao was shocked and asked, "How could such a thing happen?"

Wang Xiaowan sat uneasily and said, "I don't know either. I went to see her backstage just now, but I saw that her face was pale and her hands and feet were flustered. She seemed a little nervous and scared."

"I'll go take a look." Lan Qiao stood up decisively and walked backstage, recalling what happened last night as he walked.

Although he added medicinal powder to the second bowl of water shield and tofu soup last night, he temporarily gave up on adding the medicine and hit the table, causing the soup bowl to tip over. Although there was still some soup residue left in the soup bowl after it was overturned, he later added it to the soup bowl.

Hua Yuxi filled the third bowl of soup. As Hua Yuxi, she shouldn't drink a little bit of soup residue from the second bowl.

The more Lan Qiao thought about it, the more dazed he became. At the same time, the more he thought about it, the more his heart palpitated. He seemed to be unable to remember whether he knocked over the soup bowl after hitting the table last night or just shook it and spilled the soup. If Hua Yuxi really couldn't

I made a sound, was it my own fault, or was someone else behind me after I left?

He felt like there was a huge boulder weighing on his heart and walked around to the backstage. Several strong men on guard wanted to stop him, but after looking at Hua Yuxi and seeing her nodding, they let him in. Lan Qiao walked to Hua Yuxi and was standing there.

I saw her practicing an action of raising her hands and arms, but seeing tiny beads of sweat on her white wrists, I couldn't help but ask, "I heard that Mr. Hua is feeling ill. Is she okay?"

Hua Yuxi didn't seem to understand what he said. She pointed to her ears and waved her hands to indicate that she couldn't hear clearly. Lan Qiao was shocked. Unexpectedly, Hua Yuxi not only couldn't speak, but even her ears didn't work.

. He grabbed her hand and wrote "Can you sing or not" on her palm one stroke at a time?

Hua Yuxi smiled bitterly and shook her head. Seeing Lan Qiao's painful expression, she suddenly squeezed out a smile, took Lan Qiao's hand, and wrote "I'm fine" on his palm with her slender fingers. Lan Qiao felt her

The strokes of his fingertips, stroke by stroke, tick by tick, were all clear and distinct, especially the last word "thing". When he picked up the pen, he paused in his palm, as if he was putting away the pen to light up the ink.

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Lan Qiao was about to ask again when suddenly a girl with a little flower in her hair came over and said displeasedly, "Get out quickly and don't disturb everyone's rehearsal. Time is running out. If we mess up this performance, we will be punished by military law."

So Lan Qiao had no choice but to withdraw.

He returned to his seat and felt that he could not understand the matter more and more. What was Hua Yuxi's situation? Zhu Gaoxu had not told him that the powder could also damage hearing. If she really drank the second bowl of the remaining

She was infected with soup dregs, so does she know the origin of her strange disease?

After she and Hua Yuxi broke up last night, had she seen anyone do anything? Judging from the look on her face just now, she felt aggrieved and worried, but she was still calm. She had not yet suspected that this matter had anything to do with her.

Is it related? I have already thought of the next step to deal with it. Is there any relationship between the ambush in Xiuyan Street and Hua Yuxi? How should she survive the current disaster?

Lan Qiao thought hard, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became, but he still couldn't figure it out. He didn't know how long it took, but suddenly he heard the sound of a tight drum beat, and a group of honor guards with bright armor walked into the venue. Their steps were uniform, and their hands were raised.

Carrying bright red flags nine feet high and fluttering in the wind, the queue split into two like water in front of the stage, heading towards the east and west sides of the Love Poetry Square. One person stood every ten steps like nails, with solemn faces. An invisible power.

The pressure shocked the entire audience and immediately silenced the noisy crowd in the square.

Zhu Qingying stood up calmly, walked onto the stage gracefully and gracefully, and began to give a speech in front of the dark crowd. She first expressed Emperor Jianwen's determination to crusade against the rebellion of King Yan, saying that the imperial court was now well-equipped with troops and food, and with the power of the entire world

To attack a province of the King of Yan is to fight ten against one, which is an easy task. Since the emperor continued to maintain his trust in Li Jinglong, Zhu Qingying had to say a few good words for him and explain the reason why he returned without success last year.

Firstly, it was because of the cold weather that the southern soldiers were not accustomed to fighting in the north. Secondly, because of the urgency of the matter, King Yan raised his troops in July and Li Jinglong took command in September. The 500,000-strong army came from all over the country without unified training, so the order was unclear.

In addition, Feng Yueming cut off the supply line, resulting in a shortage of military supplies.

Zhu Qingying's voice was not loud, but she used her inner power to spread far away, so that people in every corner of the square could hear her clearly. Only then did Lan Qiao realize that she was using her inner strength to send her words far away, and secretly praised this person.
Chapter completed!