The rise of the prince

Chapter 384 The Debate Ends
The students naturally urged him to compose poems and lyrics, but Li Xingzhou refused because he had no inspiration.

It's not that he can't recite it, it's just that people without long-term considerations must have near-term worries. There are only two Mid-Autumn Festival poems he remembers, but they must be prepared for emergency.

For example, the Meiyuan Poetry Contest last time, and the Shangyuan Poetry Contest.Now if you just pretended to memorize it for a moment, what should you do if you encounter unavoidable situations in the future?what is he carrying
That's why Li Xingzhou kept suppressing his inner vanity. Even though A-Jiao's eyes were shining and she looked at him expectantly, the charming and beautiful attitude of worship made his bones numb, and he didn't let go.

Even though he didn't write any poems, what he wrote in Suzhou, "The picture of Zeguo, Jiangshan, and mountains entering the war, how the living people plan to enjoy Qiaosu. With Jun Mo's words, he will become a marquis, and one will be successful." It is also quickly circulated in the poetry society. After all, various versions of the story were told, and it was also a powerful gesture to overwhelm the crowd.

Among the top three finally discussed by everyone, Yan Junru wrote "Niannujiao. Mid-Autumn Festival" "The bright moon is in the sky, shining on the tall buildings, and the corridors are covered with beautiful carved eaves. The moth eyebrows are frowned, and the jade arms are thin. The leaves are rustling, how can I miss the king? I stare at the eyes at night, only to see the flowing water. The brocade book is entrusted to Chang'e, Chang'e can't relieve her worries, and people miss her lover! The moon is always there, and people always experience sorrow and joy. Parting and reunion. , No one can help, the full moon is shining brightly on the building. It is hard to find a good time, but it is a pity that this life is a young man." He is the leader.

After Yan Junru came to the stage, he made an impassioned statement. He said that he was not as concise as Pingnan Wang's four sentences, just for "Xukui". He will work harder in the future and learn from Pingnan Wang, which also attracted applause from everyone.

Li Xingzhou was dazed, feeling like he was floating, being blown away by these people.

He is grateful for the respect of the students, and at the same time reminds himself to carefully analyze and ponder what the psychological motivation of this respect is.

No one can be completely rational, but trying to be as rational as possible is an important quality that a leader should possess, so as not to be superficial, trapped in appearances, or make strategic misjudgments.

The Yueyue Pavilion poetry meeting was very lively and lasted until midnight.

There is no curfew tonight, but what Li Xingzhou is thinking about is the situation in the court, and the debate is almost over.

When the poetry meeting ended, many students reluctantly came to say goodbye to him, and then Chen Wenxi also sent some gifts. He knew that the palace was not short of money, so he didn't give the gift money.

After the meeting, Li Xingzhou and Gillian waited for Shiyu and the others in the corridor with an excited face.As a golden boy and jade girl, a model of talent and beauty, the little girl was also praised by everyone, if he hadn't pulled her, she would have already floated into the sky.

I didn't expect to meet Yu Chengan who came out by chance, at first he couldn't see clearly because of the dim light, after seeing clearly, he bowed first after a few steps, the other party was an elder after all.

Yu Chengan clicked, and was about to walk away, but suddenly turned around and said: "My lord is really talented, young and promising, such ability at such a young age is really commendable."

"Thank you, Master Yu, for your compliment." Li Xingzhou dealt with Shiyu while looking at their positions.

Yu Chengan smiled: "This old man has seen King Pingnan's demeanor tonight, but I hope to see you again in the future, and the prince can still be as beautiful as before." After speaking, he turned and disappeared into the darkness at the other end of the corridor.

Gillian was inexplicable: "My lord, what are you talking about?"

But Li Xingzhou could hear something: "I don't really understand either."

After a while, Shiyu and the others came over, and Li Xingzhou took everyone to enjoy the moon and cook wine happily. Yan Yan had already arranged for the second half, and the Mid-Autumn Festival was the reunion festival, so naturally he had to celebrate with his family
In the middle of the night, there were crowds of people outside Donghua Gate. A few teams of Wu Desi sergeants were still on duty. Many chariots and horses were waiting outside the gate. When they came out, they had different expressions, some were happy, some were proud, some were resentful, and some were swearing, and they were greeted away respectfully by everyone.

They are all big figures who are debating in the court, and as time goes by, their figures keep disappearing.Gradually, the number of people waiting outside the door became less and less. In the early morning, there was only a lonely carriage with a servant waiting there.

The lanterns and candles hanging on the eaves of the carriage flickered, and a black character "Chen" was written on the outer cover, indicating that this was the carriage of the palace.

After a while, there was the sound of horseshoes in the darkness, and the servants who guarded the car turned around, and saw a fast horse, and a tall young man got off the horse: "Are you here to pick up old Mr. Chen Yu?"

The servant didn't know who it was, but seeing that the young man was dressed luxuriously, and that the BMW was afraid of a thousand dollars, unlike ordinary people, he quickly replied: "Exactly, the master wanted to hold a poetry meeting, and he couldn't come in time, so he asked me to come here. I don’t know what the son is.”

"I'm also here to pick him up." The young man in Huafu said,
"Is the young master a disciple of the old man?"

"Um, sort of"

Li Xingzhou looked at the deserted and tall Donghuamen, Shiyu and the others were listening to Yulou.

Yan Wei, Yan Kun, Yan Shen, Ji Chunsheng and others who were recruiting servants in the mansion for the festival; Qi Fang who went to see his father came back, and Gu Feng, Gu Qi, Zhu Rong, Tieniu, Zhao Si, Guan Zhong, etc. brought The family members and the family of Li Yu's cousin who just moved to the south of the city all gathered in Tingyulou.

Dozens of hot pot tables were set up in Tingyu Tower, which was very lively.

But Li Xingzhou always felt that something was missing suddenly, and then he suddenly remembered that it was probably missing the old man who saluted him every day, rain or shine, and never avoided the cold or heat.His son, Chen Wenxi, asked about the Zhang Luo Shihui, and there were not many servants in his family, so he let them eat first, and he came to pick them up.

Sure enough, there was only one lonely servant waiting for him.

At about one o'clock in the morning, Li Xingzhou and his servants finally waited for the old man who was struggling to get out of the city on crutches.

He got off his horse and stepped forward. The old man was taken aback when he saw him, and then nodded.

Li Xingzhou helped him walk: "What's the result?"

The old man said seriously: "Your Majesty said that if you talk too much, I will let the old man go to Qiongzhou to retire."

Li Xingzhou was shocked. The so-called Qiongzhou was probably the southernmost coastal area of ​​Jingguo, and even included islands.Not to mention thousands of miles apart, it is still a barren land. To put it bluntly, it is exile. At the old man's age, exile for thousands of miles is equivalent to killing him directly.
"What does Master Chen think?"

In the night wind, the old man paused for a moment, then smiled sadly: "Qiongzhou is not bad, this old man is already half buried in the earth. At seventy, he does what he wants, so there is nothing he can't ignore. Qiongzhou is far away, but far from the right way in the world."

Li Xingzhou understood what the old man meant, and trembled slightly, but didn't persuade him, because he couldn't be persuaded.

Just take him to Tingyu Tower, there are some things that he can't do anything about, even if he wants to die, he can only watch.

In the lively atmosphere of Ting Yu Lou, the old man happily chatted with everyone and could still eat meat, but he didn’t know where he would be in the future.
The wise emperor finally thought that ideological rule might be more useful.

(End of this chapter)