The rise of the prince

Chapter 219 Relief
Yongyue Pavilion is a real Misty Rain Tower, built on the Lingjiang River, the high platform on the water is also called the platform, and the upper part has always been the place where many heavyweights have to sit.

The sky just darkened, and the beautiful lamps over there have been lit. These lamps are not ordinary lamps, and the Yuege lamps are also unique in Beijing.Needless to say, the workmanship of each lamp is exquisite, and the paper used is also the Chen family's own fine paper, which cannot be bought or used by ordinary people.

But what makes other poetry clubs far behind is that each lamp is written with the words and poems of the leaders of each poetry meeting in Yongyue Pavilion over the years. Each lantern only writes one poem, and hang as many poems as there are lantern.

But these lanterns can illuminate the entire waterside pavilion of Yongyue Pavilion brightly!

This kind of background is by no means comparable to other companies, nor can it be achieved overnight.

Every year during the Shangyuan Festival, the treasure ships set off from the upper reaches and finally dock here.

This is the method Chen Yu, a scholar of the Hanlin University at that time, came up with, because Yongyue Pavilion had limited space and could not accommodate so many people, but he thought that talented people in the world might not be among the ones he invited, so the treasure ship went down the river. Now, anyone can deliver their poems and lyrics to the treasure ship, and finally the leader will be judged in the Yongyue Pavilion.

Many important people arrived one after another, set up a banquet, and sat down one by one.

The many short cases sitting in the Yongyue Pavilion are invited students of the Imperial College, famous talents, scholars, etc., sitting alone in five rows.Sitting on the side are the female relatives of various families, young ladies, and talented women with knowledge. There are three rows of low desks, and there are not many seats on the high platform where you are sitting.

Sitting above are all important people, such as the master Chen Yu, his eldest son Chen Wenxi, and some famous Confucian scholars, celebrities, and masters of calligraphy and painting. Of course, among the heavyweights, there are naturally many well-written and ink-loving colleagues from the court and China.

For example, Ma Xuan, the doctor of Zijin Guanglu, Meng Zhiye, the official of the Ministry of Rites, and the secretary of the Imperial Academy of Tokyo, etc.

The juniors below did not dare to be late, they arrived early, greeted one after another, and talked in groups of three or four, discussing poetry, literature and ink.

The heavyweights above also came to the scene one after another. Chen Wenxi greeted them in person instead of his father. As the guests took their seats, the atmosphere of the poetry meeting gradually took shape. Compared with other poetry meetings, the Yongyue Pavilion Poetry Club has always been more serious because of the relationship between the people present.

At this time, there was a small commotion below. It turned out that Queen Lianshan, the number one talent in Kyoto, and He Qian, the daughter of Kaiyuan Mansion, had arrived. Before saying hello, even a few old people above stood up to signal.

Gillian pulled He Qian, who was not very polite, and hurriedly returned the gift. After all, these old people were not so much valuing her as they were doing grandpa's face, and she naturally understood this.

They were sitting next to the woman at the side table. At this time, He Zhao, Yin of the Kaiyuan Mansion, was also present. As the official of Kaiyuan's parents, he would be there every year no matter how busy he was.Afterwards, some people came one after another, and finally the most important one was the deputy prime minister of the court, Yu Cheng'an, the governor of the government. Everyone in the court knew that he loved literature and ink, and advocated literary governance, so on this occasion he It's no surprise that love comes.

More than half of the juniors present here are also the children of officials and eunuchs, descendants of famous families.

Then He Zhao and Yu Chengan stood up one after another and said a few words, roughly saying that you are all pillars of the country, outstanding young people of the Jing Dynasty, and so on. Although the words are polite, they are true.

After Guozijiansheng and officials, it is true that most of them will go to official careers in the future.
Then, as the host of the poetry club, the white-haired Chen Yu got up and read a few lines of his own poem: "The flowers fall into the vat and sleep soundly, who is dreaming and passing oranges in the sky. Hundreds of thousands of lights fill the void world, and in the middle of the night they return to the lonely closed nunnery." "

As soon as the words fell, everyone praised him. He said he was throwing a brick to attract others, but his brick was too heavy and almost killed a lot of people. The reason why he said it at the beginning must be to save face and space for the younger generation.

As soon as he threw the "brick", the poetry meeting officially opened.

"Sister Gillian, did he really say he'll come?" He Qian asked, leaning on Gillian. People around were discussing poetry and eloquence, and some people came to approach Gillian from time to time to ask for advice.

Gillian nodded while responding gracefully: "Well, but Shizi doesn't like this kind of place, maybe he came later."

He Qian nodded: "If he doesn't come, it will be boring."

Gillian looked at He Qian who was leaning on her shoulder with complicated eyes.

"Mr. Gu Hua wrote a new poem for Yin Yin's girl, 'I'm lonely, the moon is on the tower, and I play the flute every night'." A child shouted and ran past Li Xingzhou. Walking away with a piece of paper, people immediately gathered around to look at it.

He was taking two maids to put on the Kongming lanterns they made themselves, but there was always something to write on the lamps. Li Xingzhou suggested writing "May everything go well in the autumn and the moon, everything will be in order, and you will be healthy", but the two maids ruthlessly I despised him and said he was uneducated.
The last thing written is the second half of the poem that the two maids hung in the house, "Jiang Yue Zhi Qiu."

It is exactly what Li Xingzhou wrote when he was practicing his pen, "Looking up and laughing, Jiangyue knows the autumn."

Jiang Yue knows autumn, it's really good just by reading the words.He took Qiu'er and Yue'er, found a place with few people by the bustling river, lit the Kongming lantern, and watched it flicker slowly, rising to the sky, the two girls clapped their hands happily.

Apart from the hustle and bustle everywhere, the most eye-catching thing is the treasure ship. He has seen the brightly lit treasure ship before, like a gorgeously decorated sky attic, with all kinds of flowers, plants, and treasures decorated in colorful and colorful colors. The top card blowing, playing and singing.

Similar to a parade, the boat departs from the northwest of the city, crosses the south bank, and then goes to Yongyue Pavilion. During this period, the speed is very slow. Talented scholars can deliver their own words and poems to the boat to compete for popularity for their favorite top card.

And this is also a win-win thing, because in the end, the flower boat will enter Yongyue Pavilion after swimming through Kaiyuan Street. This is also a rare opportunity for talented scholars who cannot enter the venue and have no status to show their talents.

After a while here, I heard another child running past shouting: "Monk Baoyuan wrote a new poem for everyone in Yin and Yin: "Silver flowers bloom on fire trees, and watch the dragon lantern dance." Mr. Cao Yu wrote a poem for everyone in poetry and language. .”

"Does the son like that poem, and he always goes to Fumeng Tower recently." Yue'er had sharp ears, and asked again after hearing it.

Li Xingzhou rubbed her little head in embarrassment and said, "Little girl"

"Hmph, pervert." The little girl said with a grimace.

Qiu'er giggled on the side, and after a while, they also saw the flower boat, and the two girls had yearning expressions on their faces. The attention of everyone is fatal to anyone.

Li Xingzhou also saw the well-dressed Shiyu on the boat, the maidservant beside her, and several other leading names.

At this time, it happened that Shiyu was singing the lyrics. She played and sang.

The flower boat moves slowly and the boat is light, and wherever it goes, the officials of the Kaiyuan Mansion open the way, and it is not dangerous. If there are talented people with poems, they will happily go forward and tell the officials that the poems are for a certain girl, and then they will be sent on board. , and then the specially invited gentleman stood at the bow, announced the name, and then read it out in cadence.

Jingchao's style of writing is like this, it is almost in his blood, even ordinary people who don't understand poetry can read it easily, and everyone will read a few sentences and discuss it.

"That Shiyu girl is really amazing." Qiu'er said.

Li Xingzhou was taken aback, "I think Yue'er's libretto sounds good too, not much worse than her."

Qiu'er shook her head: "No, I mean she is so calm, the others are more or less nervous when they are watched by so many people, they can't even play long notes when they play the piano, Shizi said, what is that... what chick."

"Small muscle groups are underactive."

Qiu'er nodded, and then said: "But Miss Shiyu is not like this, because of this, she can play much better than others."

Li Xingzhou nodded, and looked at Qiu'er in surprise, Xueba is Xueba.
At this time, the gentleman on the boat began to recite poetry again, and it happened that Shiyu was looking at him at this time, and when he saw him, he smiled back, and in an instant, the long sound of Shiyu was also messed up.
The flower boat continued to walk, and Li Xingzhou was going to take the two girls to play for a while and continue shopping.

Wait until the middle of the night to go to the Yongyue Pavilion Poetry Club. He went early and had nothing to do.

But around eight or nine o'clock in the evening, Yue'er's face was tangled and uncomfortable, and she asked what was going on, but she didn't say anything at first, and finally he hesitated to explain the reason. It turned out to be a stomachache, and she ate too much candied haws during the day.
Yue'er blushed so much that water dripped out, Li Xingzhou was relieved, but at the same time he couldn't laugh or cry, there was a sea of ​​people here, and naturally there was no toilet, when he looked up, he happened to see the Yongyue Pavilion on the other side of the river, which was brightly lit and dyed the river red.

"Forget it, let's go in early." Li Xingzhou carried the little girl on his back amusedly.

"What is your son doing?" Yue'er said with a blushing face.

Li Xingzhou chuckled: "The prince is also a person who has experienced it. The more you walk at this time, the more uncomfortable you will be. I'm afraid you can't help it."

Yue'er put her small head on his shoulder, and said in a muffled voice: "The son is the worst."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Miss Wang, how about the phrase 'remember the time of last year, the drunken red light snow.'." Ma Yuan was dressed in a brocade robe, holding a white paper fan, and bowed politely to ask for advice.

Gillian frowned slightly. This person came to ask for advice from the man's seat for the third time since she just sat down. Didn't he know that he had a marriage promise a long time ago, so he should avoid suspicion?
Ma was originally a well-known talent in the capital, and everyone liked writing and ink. Gillian and him were considered acquaintances, but they were not very close. I just don't know if he really wanted to ask for advice, or took the opportunity to talk.

Ah Jiao couldn't refuse, so she smiled politely: "How about changing it to 'I remember last year's season, when I was drunk and the red light was snowy.'?"

Ma Yuan straightened up, nodded pretending to be thinking, then seemed to suddenly understand, shook his head and exclaimed: "Okay, Miss Wang is worthy of being the most talented woman in Kyoto, but the difference between this word is like two sentences, it is really wonderful, the reform is wonderful .”

A few talented people next to him also picked up the opportunity and came up, praising him one after another.

Now Gillian understood that these people were not so much discussing talent and learning as they had ulterior motives.
"Miss Wang, please read again. Xiaosheng occasionally said something like 'leaving home again today, seeing plum blossoms'."

Gillian is very annoying. If she used to like to discuss poetry with everyone, she would also like to be praised by others, but after staying with the prince for a long time, she felt that she had changed, and she didn't like those things anymore.

If the son is around, she prefers to read her own words to him alone, listen to him say things that she has never seen, never heard of, bizarre, and unconstrained, and listen to him explain things that she doesn't understand
When she regained her senses, someone came forward to ask her for advice.

Gillian is very annoying, but she can only deal with it indiscriminately. After all, she is the most talented woman in Kyoto and the jewel of the Xiangfu. It's better to say nothing, or you will be called a shrew.

Everyone was chattering, and Ma Yuan took the opportunity to interject: "I was just thinking about it below, and I got another song. Although it's not a masterpiece, I dare to ask me, the first talented woman in Kaiyuan, to listen to it." He shook his head and began to read in a cadence .

The words are not long, and as soon as the words are finished, people around will start talking and complimenting him, saying what he is quick-witted, like a master, and so on.

Ma Yuangong clasped his hands and smiled triumphantly, and did not deny it, a little complacent, then cupped his hands and said: "How about this word, dare to ask Ms. Wang to comment."

Gillian didn't listen to what he said at all, seeing that he didn't know how to advance or retreat, He Qian who was next to him was so angry that he wanted to chase him away, but was gently held by Gillian's hand under the table, and perfunctorily commented a few polite words .

She has the upbringing of a lady, so naturally she won't do evil to others, and if she says a few nice words politely, the other party will always accept it as soon as she sees it, and she understands the meaning, this is what her grandfather taught her.

But I never thought that Ma Yuan would actually laugh when he heard it, and then seriously, the look in her eyes was different, and he said happily: "Miss Wang is so appreciative of the next poem, it is really hard to find a friend!"

Gillian was stunned, could this person be a fool, how could he be so outspoken.
Seeing this, the people around him booed and hurriedly congratulated him, saying that few people's poems can be favored by the most talented woman in Beijing, and they are happy to hear such ambiguous words.

Moreover, everyone gathered firewood with high flames, and the more they talked, the more they went too far.

Gillian was anxious, angry and scared, but she couldn't deal with it for a while, she just praised a few polite words, but Ma Yuan didn't understand at all, and she didn't know etiquette.
Everyone started talking a little outrageously, saying that she favored Ma Yuan's talent and learning, and that Ma Yuan was the first person to be praised by the number one talented woman in Beijing, etc. The more they said, the more they exaggerated.

Gillian was anxious and angry. As a daughter, she was in a boudoir and had a gentle personality. She would not speak loudly on such an occasion. She refuted a few words in a low voice, but those people spoke too loudly and couldn't hear her words. , it didn't work for several times, and it was quickly covered.
A Jiao felt distressed, afraid that they might say something worse, she turned her head to look at the stands and wanted to ask for help, but at this moment, Deputy Prime Minister Yu Chengan and several nobles entered the arena, and no one paid attention to this side.

Gillian was depressed and scared, and it was useless to speak. The more people talked about it, the more Ma Yuan smiled smugly. She almost cried out of anger. These people, how can they talk like that?
The chaotic figures covered the lights in the distance, the noisy voices disturbed her, and the shadow in front of her made her feel scared and helpless, and Gillian didn't know how to deal with it.

After all, she is only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, no matter how educated she is, she has little experience in life, and the more educated she is, the more at a loss when encountering nonsense and rude people.

She almost wanted to run away, fearing that these people were talking nonsense, if she wasn't there, there would be no proof.

These people talked and laughed, but it was so harsh in Gillian's ears. She wanted to scold her but couldn't speak out loudly. She was depressed and sad. It was the first time she felt so helpless, and tears were already rolling in her eyes.
"What are your names?"

At this moment, a familiar voice came to the ears, and then a tall figure pushed aside the chaotic figures in front of him, the shadows dispersed suddenly, and the bright lights in the distance came again, and his eyes lit up.
The people who were pushed away were dissatisfied and cursed one after another:

"Which Shuzi, do you understand etiquette!"

"Bold, how dare you be so rude! Do you know who I am?"

"Dignified Yongyue Pavilion, there are people who don't care about etiquette!"

"Heh, I'll wait until it's your turn to interrupt."

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　I came back late tonight, so I don’t have time to divide the chapters, so everyone can make do with it~
　　
　
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