A few days later, the annual Capital Poetry and Calligraphy Conference finally began. Almost all the talented and knowledgeable people in the entire capital city had rushed to the Wenxian Hall, and the scene was unprecedentedly lively.

Hu Mansion.

The main hall in the front yard.

Hu Weiyong returned to the mansion just after leaving court. He originally planned to go to Linglong Garden to discuss something with Hu Fei, but he found that Hu Fei had disappeared so early, so he called the housekeeper Qin Hai.

"Where is the young master?"

"Is Hong Bin Building so busy today? Why did you leave so early in the morning?"

Hu Weiyong looked at Qin Hai and asked doubtfully.

"Back to the master, the young master did not go to Hong Bin Tower."

Qin Hai was stunned for a moment and replied slowly.

"You didn't go to Hong Bin Tower? Where did you go? You went out to wander again?!"

Hu Weiyong frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"Master, don't you know? Today is the day of the Poetry and Calligraphy Conference, and the young master went to attend it."

Qin Hai looked at Hu Weiyong with a blank expression and said.

"What?!"

"He's going to attend a poetry and book conference?!"

When Hu Weiyong heard this, he immediately jumped up from his chair and asked in disbelief.

Hu Fei indeed never told him about this.

"Yes, I thought the master knew."

Qin Hai nodded blankly and said.

Hu Weiyong was so excited suddenly that he was really shocked.

"It's over, it's over, I'm going to lose all face again today!"

Hu Weiyong slumped down on the chair and said with a sad face.

He knew his own son better than anyone else. How could he compose poetry when he didn't know even a few Chinese characters since he was a child? He didn't know which of the two lines in the previous poem was wrong before he said it. How could it happen again?

What a lucky break?!

"Master, you should have some confidence in the young master."

Qin Hai hesitated and comforted softly.

"Don't you know how much he weighs? He really thinks of himself as a person!"

"You brat, just wait and see how I can deal with you when you come back!"

Hu Weiyong gritted his teeth and said harshly, his face full of bitterness.

...

Royal Palace.

The Hall of Nourishing Heart.

"Your Majesty, the poetry and calligraphy competition is about to begin. I wonder which young talents will emerge this year. I remember that in the eleventh year of Hongwu, the young master from the family of the Minister of Rites came out on top, right? In the spring of this year,

He won the title of Juren."

Pang Yuhai stood aside respectfully and recalled.

"Well, I seem to remember him. He did a good job in last year's poem."

Zhu Yuanzhang thought for a moment and said slowly.

"When I went to court this morning, I heard from people in the Hanlin Academy that Mr. Hu will also attend this year's conference."

Pang Yuhai smiled and continued.

"What?! Him?!"

"Hu Fei?!"

When Zhu Yuanzhang heard this, he couldn't help but asked loudly.

"Yes, I was a little surprised at that time."

Pang Yuhai replied with a smile.

"He really dares to go?! Could it be that the two lines of this boy's poem really weren't copied or deceived?"

Zhu Yuanzhang said with a puzzled look.

"I guess many people will be shocked by this. Who would have thought that the son of Hu Xiang, who has always been the most handsome man in the capital, would also attend the poetry and calligraphy conference."

Pang Yuhai couldn't help but laugh and said.

"Send someone to the Wenxian Hall to keep an eye on this guy to see if he can compose a complete poem."

Zhu Yuanzhang said doubtfully.

In fact, when the prince talked to him before, he had already believed that Hu Fei had some talents, but he had also heard some rumors in the city recently, and he felt more and more that Hu Fei's two poems were either copied or deceived.

"yes."

Pang Yuhai agreed, slowly withdrew, and immediately sent someone to the Wenxian Hall.

...

East Palace.

apse.

The guard commander Xiao Qi quickly walked into the hall.

"Your Highness, the Crown Prince, we have just received news that Hu Fei has gone to Wenxian Hall. It is said that he has received an invitation from the Hanlin Academy to teach Song Shen."

After Xiao Qi bowed respectfully, he raised his hands and said.

"Oh? He really went?"

Zhu Biao raised his head in surprise, then asked with a smile.

"I did go, I should be here soon."

Xiao Qi nodded and said.

"It seems that there is a good show to watch, and I can't wait to see it."

Zhu Biao said with a smile.

"Your Highness, can he really compose poetry?"

Xiao Qi asked hesitantly.

"We'll find out today."

"Let's go, I want to go to Wenxian Hall in person!"

Zhu Biao suddenly stood up and walked out as he spoke.

"Your Highness? You have never paid so much attention to it before..."

Xiao Qi was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but said.

"Today is different from the past. Since Hu Fei has really gone, how can I miss it? I want to see what kind of poem he wants to use to silence everyone!"

"I declare that Hu Fei will come out on top this year!"

Zhu Biao said as he quickly walked out of the hall.

Xiao Qi was stunned in disbelief and hurriedly followed.

...

Wenxian Hall.

An endless stream of people are walking inside, and it can almost no longer hold so many people.

Everyone who comes here basically knows each other, and they greet each other while exploring each other's mouths.

At this moment, a carriage slowly stopped in front of the Wenxian Hall.

Hu's carriage.

As the brocade curtain at the carriage door opened, Hu Fei and Dong Yan slowly walked out.

After seeing the endless crowd in front of the door, Hu Fei couldn't help but be stunned for a moment and sighed, "What a huge crowd."

The driver was Pei Jie.

Hu Fei did not bring Spring Butterfly with him today, because Dong Yan has always liked poetry and calligraphy. After knowing that Hu Fei was coming to the poetry and calligraphy conference, he clamored to follow him.

"Brother Hu!"

At this moment, a loud shout came, and Song Shen ran quickly out of the crowd and came to Hu Fei's carriage with a smile on his face.
To be continued...