The civil and military ministers of the DPRK and China, as well as young talents from various families, received invitations to the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival one after another.
There are two types of invitations, one is for the audience, and the other is for participating in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition. The latter is specially distributed to talented people.
A whole morning passed and there was no movement from Dream Group.
Everyone was looking forward to it, hoping that someone from the palace would send an invitation to their young master.
But the sun was setting, but the palace messenger was still not seen.
At this moment, several strong horses came to the official road leading to the gate of Dream Group.
Zhang Jian and others who were waiting here immediately stood up excitedly.
Xu Zhengdao had outstanding eyesight, shook his head and said: "Looking at the attire, he does not belong to the palace, but looks like a warrior, menacing."
Lu Bu stood behind the fence gate and shouted: "Get ready!"
Creaky.
Creaky.
In front of the fence gate, three wooden stakes were immediately placed again.
Several guards spread the blankets with iron spikes on the ground.
I saw those knights coming quickly.
The leader shouted loudly: "Open the door, I want to see Du He."
Lu Bu took a closer look and said, "It's General Xiao Qin. Open the door and let him go!"
Everyone opened the door.
But Qin Huaiyu rushed in on horseback, pulled the reins, jumped off the horse, and rolled and crawled into Lu Bu's arms.
"Huhu..."
Qin Huaiyu gasped and asked, "Where is Du He?"
"General Xiao Qin, follow me!"
Lu Bu grabbed Qin Huaiyu, carried him like a chicken and walked inside.
Soon, Qin Huaiyu met Du He.
Du He was sitting in the yard, still practicing calligraphy.
Qin Huaiyu stepped forward and looked at it, and said with laughter and tears: "Du He, Du He, the sky is almost falling, but you are still in the mood to practice calligraphy here. I really don't know what to say to you!"
"Brother Qin, calm down. If the sky falls, there will be someone taller holding it up. Why should I worry about it? You, on the other hand, came to me in such a hurry. You must have something urgent?" Du He asked with a smile.
Qin Huaiyu found a place to sit down and then said: "Before noon today, the palace sent people to distribute the invitations to the Mid-Autumn Poetry Recital. This year the rules have changed. Without invitations, no one can enter the palace. Starting from yesterday, Li
General Jun Xian personally led the troops to guard the Imperial City. Before the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, even the ministers of the court were not allowed to enter the Imperial City without His Majesty's orders or invitations."
"Brother Qin, you are also a rare talent in Chang'an City. You must have received the invitation."
"I also got an invitation, and I can still participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition. Unfortunately, I'm not you. It's okay for me to fight, but it's impossible for me to recite poems and compete against each other!" Qin Huaiyu shook his head helplessly.
He laughed at himself.
At this time, Zhang Jian next to him said: "General Xiao Qin, since you don't write poems anyway, why not give your invitation to my young master? The young master hasn't received the invitation yet."
Hearing this, Qin Huaiyu spread his hands and smiled and said: "If it were so simple, I wouldn't be so eager to come to Dream Group. The names on these invitations have been written in advance, and each person has one copy. If the identity does not match the name, he will not be able to enter the Imperial Palace."
of the city.”
"ah……"
Zhang Jian and others were stunned when they heard this.
Xu Zhengdao scolded: "Grandma, isn't this obviously targeting us?"
Qin Huaiyu nodded: "I'm afraid that's it. Now it seems that the palace doesn't want Du He to have the opportunity to participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival. Otherwise, with Du He's talent, no one in the world can compare with him!"
Zhang Jian said: "It's too much to bully others!"
But everyone scolded him, but there was nothing he could do.
After all, the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival is held in the palace, and the rules are set by others. Without an invitation, it seems that there is no chance of participating.
But I heard Qin Huaiyu say: "Before I came here, I heard from my father that news came from Tongzhou yesterday that Uncle Yuchi had been in poor health recently. I originally planned to go to Tongzhou on behalf of my father.
Zhouzhou, take a look at Uncle Yuchi, and take a look at Pauline by the way. Now it seems that we have to wait until after the Mid-Autumn Festival."
When Du He heard this, he suddenly thought of something. He stood up and asked, "Brother Qin, is the news true?"
"It's absolutely true. The news only reached Chang'an City yesterday. My father was one of the first people to know."
Du He paced back and forth in the yard. After walking back and forth several times, he suddenly turned around, stared at Qin Huaiyu, and said, "Brother Qin, I need help with something!"
"Please say!"
Du He said straight to the point: "I would like to ask you to give up participating in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival."
"Give up? Why is it so difficult? I have no interest in reciting poetry at all. Last year at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, I fell asleep drunk with Chu Mo, and we were almost found out and embarrassed." Qin Huaiyu waved his hands nonchalantly and said.
Du He then said: "This is the first, and the second is, Brother Qin, how long does it take at the fastest to get from Chang'an City to Tongzhou?"
"At least it will take more than half a day's journey, so it's better to ride a fast horse."
After hearing this, Du He tapped the table quickly with his hand, and quickly had a plan in his mind: "The second thing is that I want to ask Brother Qin to make a trip to Tongzhou. I'll go to Tongzhou as soon as possible."
Uncle Yuchi and Paulin are taking them back to Chang'an. They must not delay at all along the way and must make sure to catch up with the Mid-Autumn Poetry Recital tomorrow."
Du He finished.
Everyone was stunned.
What does this have to do with Mid-Autumn Festival poetry?
Qin Huaiyu smacked his lips and asked curiously: "Du He, are you stupid? If I go to Tongzhou and bring Uncle Yuchi back, what good will it do to you?"
Du He showed a mysterious smile: "I'm not sure about this, it's just a guess. Anyway, you don't like this poetry meeting, so just help me. If you need it in the future, just say a word, and I, Du He, can do it
I will go up mountains of swords and seas of fire for you."
Qin Huaiyu waved his hand: "I help you not because I want something in return. I know that you have always been scheming. Well, in this case, I will rush to Tongzhou and bring Uncle Yuchi and Baolin back to Chang'an. Even if they crawl, they must
Return to Chang'an City tomorrow before the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival starts!"
Du He stepped forward, raised his hand, and saluted Qin Huaiyu: "Brother Qin, please. I need you to keep this matter secret."
Qin Huaiyu nodded solemnly: "Xian brother, don't worry, I know what to do."
Du He shouted loudly: "Here, bring my young master's BMW 730."
Soon, BMW arrived.
Qin Huaiyu got on the BMW and said with satisfaction: "Good horse, good horse. With this BMW, there is no need to spend half a day, it will be done in half a day."
"drive!"
Qin Huaiyu clamped his legs, waved his riding whip, rode his BMW, left Dream Group, and quickly headed southeast.
Du He watched Qin Huaiyu leave, and Nuonuo said to herself: "I hope this young master will not make a mistake this time!"
Zhang Jian chuckled and said, "The young master always plans his best. Although I don't know what the young master has planned this time, I think he must be right."
"Go away! You think this young master is a god..." Du He said in a dumbfounded voice.