In an instant, the wild Taoist seemed to realize something: "My lord, what do you mean?"
"Seeing the snow falling in winter, the scenery is very beautiful. In these few days, we will hold a snow appreciation party."
Su Ziji said and smiled again: "I originally thought of waiting until the restaurant opens, but after thinking about it, it's more appropriate to do it now."
"Go write a post and invite some people."
He already knew that Su Ziji had plans to hold a literary conference. After hearing this, Ye Buhui was very happy. Zhou Yao looked at Su Ziji, thoughtfully. After drinking for three rounds, Zhou Yao saw that it was getting late and left.
go back.
Su Ziji and Ye Buhui saw him off in person this time. Zhou Yao lowered the curtains, and the girl waving outside the car window disappeared behind the oxcart. She heard a mysterious voice saying: "Your chess talent is too poor to succeed."
Zhou Yao didn't argue anything, she just smiled. The little maid could see that the young lady was very happy today.
"Are you repaying a favor?" the mysterious voice asked again.
"Yes, husband and wife are one. If I repay her, it is equivalent to repaying my benefactor." Zhou Yao nodded.
Fulai Inn
Zhang Qingfang got off the oxcart with light steps and walked into the inn. There was a fire in the lobby. The warmth made him feel comfortable despite the cold on the road. He glanced at the people eating in the lobby. Among them was someone he knew. Zhang Qingfang
He smiled, cupped his hands, and walked in directly.
Zhang Qingfang was intelligent since childhood, diligent in thinking and learning, and well-read. He was proficient in poetry and rhyme at the age of twelve or thirteen, and was highly regarded by academics. Unfortunately, the imperial examination was not a success, and he failed in many provincial examinations.
He didn't pass the exam until he was thirty-one years old. The last time he went to Beijing, he failed the exam, so he lived in the capital and waited for the exam again next time.
Because his family was wealthy, his classmates who lived here could only eat cheap meals in the hotel lobby. He had been wandering around restaurants in the capital, but if he wanted to say that he had the most satisfying meal, it would be today's meal.
During the tasting before Mengyuanlou opened, he had only heard others mention that live seafood was sold here. He thought that it was not easy to eat live seafood in the capital, so he went there with the idea of seeing what happened.
After a meal, the result made him very satisfied.
"You're back, how does it taste?"
The long-term rental of a small courtyard was not too expensive. The monthly rent was sixty taels. I shared it with Huang Fu, who was also a civil servant. When I saw him coming in, I gave him a light greeting.
"The seafood in Mengyuanlou is very delicious. I believe it is made by bringing live fish to Beijing!" Zhang Qingfang couldn't help but praise: "I don't know what method was used, but the seafood in Tianguanglou is also considered fresh, but it is different from
Compared to Mengyuan Tower, it’s still incomparable.”
"After all, the backstage of Mengyuan Tower is Daihou. It's not surprising that the prince has some special methods." Huang Fu said without raising his head. He was wearing a starched and faded shirt, and it seemed that his family was not very wealthy.
, but with slender eyebrows and phoenix eyes, he is elegant and handsome, reading a book without raising his head.
"Daihou?" Zhang Juren was about to ask in detail when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.
As soon as he turned around, he opened the door and saw a neatly dressed man standing outside.
"Are you Zhang Juren?"
"Exactly, do you have something to do with me?"
"On my master's orders, I am here to send you an invitation to Mr. Zhang to attend the cultural gathering in five days."
With that said, he presented an invitation with both hands.
Zhang Juren was not surprised when he first heard that it was an invitation from a literary society. When he came to the capital, he found that literary gatherings were often held here, generally to connect with each other and make connections.
Not a loss either.
Of course, the invitations were still made by people with a bit of money. They were too short of money to get in and out, so gradually there were fewer invitations from others.
"I wonder who your master is?" Zhang Juren asked.
"It's Daihou."
"Daihou?" Upon hearing that the inviter was Daihou, Zhang Juren was a little hesitant. Hearing that he was the prince's son, he lived among the people and was recognized by the emperor.
This book is not too strange. What is strange is that before I recognized it, I actually got the top score in the exam.
Some people think that it is the emperor's favor, but the number one scholar will be announced and posted. As long as it is at the level of a juren, once you read it, you will be so complete and impeccable that you will be speechless.
The position of Daihou is a bit deep, but he is a scholar, so if he refuses, Zhang Juren will be reluctant to do so.
At this moment, Huang Juren put down the book in his hand, stood up, and walked over: "I'm really sorry, we just made an appointment with our classmates that day to visit a friend in Beijing. We made an appointment long ago and it's hard to break the appointment."
"Ah? Yes! I was indeed busy that day and couldn't attend. Please go back and express my apology to Daihou for me." Although Zhang Juren didn't know why his roommate said this, they were friends and had some tacit understanding.
He immediately accepted the reason handed to him and declined.
After the man left and closed the door, Zhang Jucai asked in confusion: "Brother Huang, you have always lamented that Daihou is a literary and courageous person, but it is a pity that he became a clan member, otherwise he would be Wenzong."
"Why did you directly ask me to decline the invitation now? Although the Daihou is a newly-confessed prince, it is easy for people to make irresponsible remarks when interacting with powerful people, but he is also the number one scholar. It would be a good thing if he can take the opportunity to ask for advice."
Seeing that he still didn't understand, Huang Juren was speechless and lowered his voice: "You still don't understand? This generation of marquis is the son of the prince, but the prince died in an unknown way back then, and those who followed the prince also
There is no good end, the water inside is very deep."
"And now, it is the critical moment for the fight for the right to inherit the throne. If you go to Daihou's office, you may offend the two kings of Qi and Shu. It doesn't matter if you all go to Mengyuan Tower. This is a restaurant open to people in the whole capital.
But after participating in the Wenhui, I couldn’t speak clearly. If I don’t want to end up with my future ruined, I have to avoid suspicion at the Wenhui!”
"That's it! Thank you Brother Huang for helping me just now, I almost did something wrong!" Zhang Juren immediately understood and thanked his friend profusely.
Almost at the same time, Yazhufang, where many elegant scholars gathered in the capital, ushered in an ox cart.
Looking at the door plaque in front of him, it read "Yao Mansion". He was dressed in a simple Confucian robe, straightened his clothes, and walked up the steps.
"Please tell me, please tell me that I will be promoted to Jianqu and come to see Mr. Yao."
"A man named Jian Qu has come to see me? Please come in quickly." Yao Xun, the master of Yao Mansion, was studying in the study. When he heard the servant's report, he said immediately.
He was also a civil servant. Although he did not achieve better results in the imperial examination, he became famous in the field of calligraphy and painting.
Most of the people who made friends with him were scholars, including those who were elected officials and Jinshi, and they often came to visit him. Therefore, Yao Xun was not surprised when he heard the servant's report.
But when he walked out of the main courtyard and saw the people coming in with the servants, he was slightly startled.
He seemed to have met this man before, but he forgot when and where.
Jian Qu came in and when he saw the owner of the room, he cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Yao, I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still as charming as ever."
"You..." The visitor was so polite that Yao Xun couldn't say that he couldn't remember who the other party was, so he could only laugh twice and invite Jian Qu into the hall to talk.