Hong Bin Building.

backyard.

Hu Fei was lying on the rocking chair at the door, basking in the sun. It was the end of the year, the weather was getting colder, and there were not many days when he could use the sun to keep warm.

At this moment, Chun Die walked slowly from the front hall, pouting and looking aggrieved.

Hu Fei raised his eyes and saw Chundie's expression, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

Although Chundie's skills are good, sometimes he behaves more like a child. He was probably adopted by Hu Weiyong since he was a child and has been training secretly, so he is much simpler than other people of this age group outside.

This is also one of the reasons why Hu Fei likes to keep her with him.

"What's wrong? Who made our spring butterfly angry?"

Hu Fei looked at Chundie who was approaching him and asked with a smile.

"They are not the same people who came to eat today!"

Chundie pursed her lips and said dissatisfied.

"What? Someone is making trouble?!"

Hu Fei raised his eyebrows and asked hesitantly.

"That's not true."

"Recently, aren't people in the capital talking about the two lines of the young master's poems that were hung in the Hanlin Academy by His Highness the Prince? But just now I heard from those guests that some people are unconvinced and are spreading rumors everywhere, saying that you copied them from ancient books.

Yes, you also said that His Highness the Crown Prince is unfair, many people of letters and scholars are saying that you are strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and a idiot!"

"Master, those two lines of your poem were not copied, right?!"

Chundie explained with a grimace, looking at Hu Fei expectantly and asked.

After hearing Chundie's aggrieved explanation, Hu Fei felt ashamed and didn't know how to explain to Chundie.

In fact, he did copy these two lines of poetry, but he did not copy them from ancient books, but from a certain chapter in the future. He forgot which book it was.

"Speak, young master, you didn't copy that, right?!"

Seeing that Hu Fei didn't speak, Chundie continued to ask nervously.

"Of course not! It's just two lines of poetry, how can I bother to copy it!"

Hu Fei nodded affirmatively and said loudly.

In order to comfort Chundie, he could only lie.

"Really?! I knew it!"

When Chundie heard this, she smiled happily and shouted excitedly.

"As long as you're happy."

Hu Fei smiled bitterly and said helplessly.

He also didn't expect that the two poems he casually said would be spread a lot, and he didn't expect that Zhu Biao would actually frame them and hang them in the Hanlin Academy. This is to let the ancients poke my spine.

...

East Palace.

apse.

"How did you come?"

Prince Zhu Biao looked at the sudden arrival of Zhu Tong, the head of the Wenxian Pavilion, and asked curiously.

"Reporting to Your Highness the Crown Prince, ever since you hung those two poems in the Hanlin Academy, the talented people in the capital seem to have been stimulated like never before. After someone besieged the Hanlin Academy with poems, recently the Japanese

The students of Xianguan began to compose poems in the hall all day long, begging the ministers to send their poems to His Highness for appreciation, hoping to get an opportunity from His Highness."

As Zhu Tong spoke, he respectfully placed a thick stack of poetry scrolls in his hand in front of Zhu Biao.

"It's a good thing for people to be jealous of talents, but once this degree is passed, the taste will change. Mr. Zhu needs to teach them more. Good poetry is good poetry. It's okay to be unconvinced, but you must discuss the matter based on the facts. Don't slander someone who is better than others.

Our own people should understand this truth."

Zhu Biao looked at Zhu Tong and said meaningfully.

"What your Highness taught you is to teach the ministers well when they return home."

Zhu Tong nodded, bowed, and answered slowly.

"I didn't expect that just two lines of poetry would shock the literary world in the capital. I didn't expect it."

Zhu Biao then shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said with some surprise.

He did not expect that things would develop to this point. He originally just wanted to use those two poems to resolve the rumors that he was wooing Hu Xiang, but he did not expect that it stimulated the literati in the capital, and they all pointed their fingers at Hu Fei.

I guess Hu Fei's ears were almost calloused in those few days, right?

Zhu Biao couldn't help but think.

He knew that since this matter had developed so far, a lot of gossip must have spread to Hu Fei's ears. What's more, Hongbin Tower has a large number of passengers every day, and it is a place where rumors gather.

"Weichen has also heard those two lines of poetry. They are indeed good. I didn't expect Hu Xiang's son to have such talent."

Zhu Tong smiled and said slowly.

"I was also shocked at that time. I really didn't expect it."

"But it's good to stimulate it a little, so that those students who are usually aloof can know that there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the world."

Zhu Biao said with a smile.

He also didn't expect that Hu Fei's two lines of poems caused such a big shock. Suddenly, he felt that every move by Hu Fei seemed to cause such a big stir. The previous Hong Bin Tower, Chang Sheng Guo, and Jingshi Xiaonoodles were all...

All the time.

"What His Highness said is absolutely true."

Zhu Tong smiled and agreed.

"If I remember correctly, the annual poetry and calligraphy conference is coming soon, right?"

Zhu Biao hesitated for a moment and asked with interest.

"That's right, less than five days."

Zhu Tong nodded and answered slowly.

"Okay, this poetry and calligraphy conference was very lively."

Zhu Biao smiled and said thoughtfully.

Since the third year of Hongwu, a poetry and calligraphy conference has arisen in the capital city. It is held once a year and is organized by the Wenxian Hall. It has lasted for nine years. This year is the tenth year. There are countless talents who stand out from the competition. They are the most famous in the entire Ming Dynasty literary world.

An important day.

...

Hong Bin Building.

backyard.

"Master, Mr. Song is here."

Pei Jie came quickly from the front yard and knocked on Hu Fei's door.

Hu Fei opened the door and walked out, and happened to see Song Shen, a professor at the Hanlin Academy, walking slowly behind Pei Jie.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. Mr. Song has met Mr. Hu."

When Song Shen saw Hu Fei, he quickly stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

"I have already said that since you and I are friends, we don't need so many etiquettes. This is just being foreign."

Hu Fei cupped his hands and said reproachfully.

"good."

Song Shen smiled, nodded and said.

Then, Hu Fei invited Song Shen into the main hall and asked Pei Jie to serve tea.

"Brother Song, why do you have time to come over and see me today?"

Hu Fei looked at Song Shen and asked with a smile.

Recently, Song Shen hasn't been to Hong Bin Building for a few days. He used to run here every now and then.

"The Poetry and Calligraphy Conference is about to be held. There are some complicated things that need to be dealt with. I just got free time today."

Song Shen explained with a smile.

"Poetry and Book Conference?"

Upon hearing this, Hu Fei asked curiously.

Sounds like a poetry-reciting party.

"Yes, every year when the New Year is approaching, the Wenxian Hall in the capital will be responsible for organizing a poetry and calligraphy conference. At that time, the literati and young talents of the capital will be present. It is an opportunity for everyone to show off their talents."
To be continued...