The Mid-Autumn Festival seems to be a few days away, but these days are like gravel in your hand. The tighter you hold it, the faster it goes by.
Almost in the blink of an eye, half a month passed by.
The weather is getting cooler and the chill is everywhere.
In and around Qiandu City, older people with weaker bodies are already wearing cotton-padded clothes.
The vendors who were shouting in the streets often exhaled white air from their mouths when they stopped to rest.
It can be seen that autumn is really coming.
Dinner has already been arranged at other people's homes. After all, the Mid-Autumn Festival is a festival of reunions. It stands to reason that no matter how far away you are, you have to go home to reunite with your family.
But... people are often busy with worldly affairs. How many of them can rush home on this day?
At least the whole family in Wulinghou Mansion can no longer gather together.
Before Li Changkong went out, he had to ask Butler Yang to cook. After he and Zhen Jian came back from the palace, he would have dinner with the servants and maids in the mansion.
Even if Li Zhufeng is not here, the excitement is still there.
"Master, can we really enter the palace?" Zhen Jian was a little worried on the way to the palace.
To be honest, he never thought in his life that he could enter the palace while saving his brothers.
This is all because of the young master!
"Don't worry, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has already requested His Majesty's order, so there is no problem in entering the palace."
"It's just that there are many rules in this palace, not like in the palace. Remember to do less and watch more, and don't make any mistakes."
"Of course, if you are bullied by someone, just tell the young master, and the young master will go find him and cause trouble."
Li Changkong's inadvertent advice was like a warm current, gradually warming Zhen Jian's heart in this bleak autumn day.
"Young man, I won't cause any trouble to the young master."
The chariot of Wulinghou Mansion was not slow and soon arrived at the palace gate. After Li Changkong issued the order, the guard opened the palace gate and let the two people in.
In front of the East Palace Gate, Liu Yu and the other four people had been waiting for a long time.
"Old Li, why are you so slow? The poetry meeting is about to start." Zhu Ben couldn't help complaining.
"Don't come here, you think I don't know your little thoughts. Wait a little longer, you can fool ordinary people for a few moments, but if you really meet a poet, I'm afraid your secret will be exposed." Li Changkong reminded.
Seeing that his idea was exposed, Zhu Ben was not angry, but said openly: "We have lost so many rounds of spy killings, and finally saved two poems. Aren't we just waiting for an occasion like today?"
"Old Zhang, just wait and see how I can kill those scholars!"
When Zhang Han heard this, he put his hand on his forehead and felt a little dumbfounded.
After everyone exchanged pleasantries for a while, they all set off towards the location of the poetry meeting.
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In Qingren Palace, Princess Huaiqing looked at Princess Zhaoyang in front of her and said, "Zhaoyang, at this poetry gathering today, all the famous young talents in Qiandu City will be present."
"You can observe carefully and see if you like anything."
"Uncle Wang has entrusted the matter of choosing a son-in-law to the palace for some time, but it cannot be without any movement. At least he needs to select a few candidates first and send them to the old man for his review."
After all, it was a major marriage matter, and Princess Zhaoyang was new to the world, so she was inevitably a little shy at the moment. When she heard this, she blushed and said, "It's all up to my sister to make the decision."
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Not long after, guests arrived in front of Qingren Palace one by one.
In addition to well-known young talents, there were also many famous Confucian scholars and even officials in attendance.
After all, this is a poetry meeting organized by Princess Huaiqing, which is so influential that even in the hearts of arrogant scholars, it is full of gold.
Many people plan to take this opportunity to become famous in one fell swoop.
Or they are planning to take this opportunity to temper themselves and prepare for the autumn in the near future.
Or maybe they are simply here to help their young talents stand up for themselves.
After the prince, Li Changkong and others arrived, because of the prince's relationship, they were seated very close to the front, which was in line with Zhu Ben's psychological expectations.
I couldn't help but poke my head around and look left and right.
In comparison, the scholars next to him were sitting upright and meticulous.
Who doesn't want to leave a good impression in front of Her Royal Highness the Princess?
Therefore, Zhu Ben's behavior was seen by many people, but they frowned secretly and said silently in their hearts: "No education."
After everyone arrived, Princess Huaiqing attended the ceremony wearing a bright yellow dress with obvious royal characteristics and took the main seat.
Princess Zhaoyang's face turned red, and she followed Huaiqing out and sat opposite Liu Yu.
“It’s the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it’s a great time for all of you talented people to show off what you’ve learned and express your best wishes.”
"Although Huaiqing is a woman, she also studies poetry on weekdays and occasionally gains something."
"That's why we organized this poetry gathering, and I thank you all for not giving up and attending this banquet."
"Next, you can talk freely about what's on your mind. If you have poems, you can just go on stage and recite them."
"If others have opinions, they can speak out."
“Today, let’s talk about poetry, nothing else!”
When everyone heard this, they all nodded.
At this time, Huaiqing was dressed in a long palace dress and made these very appropriate words, which already attracted many people's secret praise.
With such magnanimity, he is worthy of being called a noble man in the sky.
In comparison, Princess Zhaoyang is a lot more naive and ignorant, like a girl who is inexperienced in the world.
"Poetry Club Poetry Club is all about discussing poetry!"
"How can we do poetry if no one writes it? But does anyone want to come out on top?" said a middle-aged man with a goatee and a Chinese character in his forties sitting on the front seat.
This person is Lu Heng, the left minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs. Each of the six departments has a minister and two ministers, and the three of them are responsible for the government affairs of one department.
Lu Heng was the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, and his official position was only under the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, so he was considered to be a high-ranking official. In addition, he had many reputations among officials, so he could be regarded as highly virtuous and respected.
When he spoke at this time, there was an immediate response.
At that time, a young scholar stood up and said: "The students are not talented, but I am willing to offer some advice!"
As soon as this man stood up, he was recognized. He was obviously a well-known talent.
This person's name is Lu Junda, and the reason why he is relatively famous, apart from the fact that his poetry is pretty good, is because this person is a disciple of Lu Heng!
Lu Heng was the left minister of the household department, and many people worshiped him in his name.
But the only one who is widely known is Lu Junda.
Obviously, this man has a deep understanding of his true heritage.
At this moment, the two of them were singing together. It was obvious that Lu Heng was interested in making Lu Junda famous.
But it doesn't matter, after all, most of the people here today have such thoughts.
"Brother Lu, please!"
Listening to the applause from the audience, Lu Junda walked straight up to the high platform, cleared his throat, and began to recite the poem he had prepared for a long time:
"The white rabbit is as bright as water, and the yellow girl is not beautiful yet.
A round of clear light shines on the field, and thousands of pestles are still and cold.
The sound of shadows entering the river is soft, and the soul is startled and wide-awake.
I feel sorry for the lonely night in the far away house. I can't sleep alone and am sad and happy."