The queen is so fierce

Chapter 20: Chao Ran Xiyue ([-])

Twelve Jinshanshui map lamps hang in the air, lighting up the eaves of dimly lit buildings under the gloomy weather.

In the center of the empty main building, countless tables were lined up neatly. Most of the princes and the scholars in the robes had already taken their seats, leaving only the copywriting at the top, waiting for the arrival of the grand sacrificial wine, Kong Wenqing.

Xu Shoujing Xianqiu Shangyun stepped into the attic and was about to find a place to take a seat, but he bumped into someone else without looking at the road for a while, and subconsciously said:

"Feel sorry……"

"Don't you have eyes?! Do you know that my son...is it you?"

The person who was hit was a young man in brocade clothes, and he was about to open his mouth to scold, but after seeing the peach blossom eyes that were so familiar that he couldn't forget them, Wei was stunned for a moment.

Xu Shoujing also saw his appearance clearly at this time, and he was also surprised.

Isn't this the guy who was with Chu Ao in Zuixianlou before?With his explosive personality, he is also interested in poetry?

Young Master Jin Yi obviously didn't know that he was programmed, a cold smile flashed from the corner of his mouth, and said sarcastically: "What? Your Excellency Wu Kui is also interested in poetry?"

...Wu Kui?
Xu Shoujing was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that what he said should be about winning the championship in the competition in front of the imperial court, and he was suddenly a little surprised.

Before he could figure out what to say to him, Qiu Shangyun came over:
"Nephew, what are you doing there? Let me tell you, did you see it today... Qiu Shilian?"

Young Master Jin Yi was called by his name, turned his head to look at Qiu Shangyun, and said with a sneer:
"I'm still wondering who brought Xu Shoujing here, so it's you! Qiu Shangyun."

Qiu Shangyun's original smile was stagnant, and when he saw Qiu Shilian, he seemed to be exhausted, his pretty face turned black, and he lowered his head and dared not speak.

Seeing this, Xu Shoujing frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, "Who is he?"

Qiu Shangyun blushed and muttered, "The Prince of Wei."

King Wei...?
Oh...that one.

Xu Shoujing remembered the fate of the number one suspect identified in the imperial competition, and he suddenly realized.

Here they are still whispering, but there is already scolding:

"Qiu Shangyun, I feel ashamed that you belong to the Qiu family. On the night before the imperial competition, all the Qiu clans were preparing for the next day. You were the only one who went to Longyuan Pavilion to participate in some poetry party... Now I put it together again. Xu Shoujing pulled over and called out to his nephew, "Do you sister and brother have to surrender Dali's country to make people willing?"

Qiu Shilian scolded him sharply, no matter how rebellious the content was, as if he had to vent all his dissatisfaction in recent days on Qiu Shangyun.

As the only direct son of the enemy, how noble is the status of the Prince of Wei. He was sent to the Green Fan Sect for cultivation since he was a child. Among his peers, there is no one he looks down on, except for Chu Ao, who has a little weight.

I thought that Chu Ao would be able to compete in front of the imperial court to win the championship, and the father and king's ten-year plan would be accomplished, and the best of both worlds.

But I didn't expect that Xu Shoujing came out halfway, and rushed this carefully built fortress overnight to not even scum.

He wanted to go up and fight Xu Shoujing right now, but his hatred told him more than once that he must not conflict with Xu Shoujing now.

The appearance of Qiu Shangyun right now has just given him a vent for his long-held emotions, and naturally he will not leave a half-point of affection:

"Are you here for that prostitute again? Otherwise, you are an uneducated person, how dare you come to this poetry festival? Do you know who is here this time? As an enemy family..."

Rumbling, unpleasant sentences.

Xu Shoujing's ears hurt when he heard it, and he couldn't see it. He stepped forward and smiled meaningfully: "So, do you understand it well?"

"I……"

Qiu Shilian just wanted to say "Of course I understand", but before he could say it, he was silent.

It was only when he realized that he and Qiu Shangyun could only talk about half a catty.

From this point of view, Qiu Shangyun, who often goes to various poetry festivals, seems to be better.

Xu Shoujing saw his predicament and spread his hands: "Look, you don't understand poetry, what position do you have to say about him?"

"I don't have a position to speak of him. Thank you, Your Excellency Wu Kui, for reminding me."

Seeing that there was no excuse, Qiu Shilian was not in the mood to continue speaking, so he said "farewell", and then left with a cold look.

When Qiu Shilian left, Qiu Shangyun sighed faintly and cast a grateful look at the 'eldest nephew':
"Thanks to you this time..."

However, Xu Shoujing didn't reply politely, "No thanks", "Hands up" or something, but asked with a frown:

"Why are you so afraid of him? According to your seniority, you are his uncle. According to your status, he is the prince, and you are the prince. Even if you are younger than him, you should scold him?"

Xu Shoujing really couldn't understand, Qiu Shangyun was the successor secretly appointed by the late emperor, and Dali will be his in the future. In addition, Qiu Xuanji's attitude towards imperial power has always been very clear. The probability of Jiangshan is higher than that of every previous prince.

You are all set, afraid of a ball?fuck him.

However, in the face of Xu Shoujing's remarks, Qiu Shangyun did not listen to his heart and forced a smile:
"My nephew, I know what you said. But what Qiu Shilian said is right... I am the Prince of Dali, and what I have done is indeed unworthy of morality, including this time when I brought you to the poetry party, it was also for the Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Miss Ranxi, but... alas..."

What Xu Shoujing couldn't understand was that he took 'giving up' as a matter of course, his brows furrowed, and his tone hated iron.

"No... you don't care what he says, you are a prince, who told you that you can't like a girl if you don't know how to write poetry and poetry, how can he care who you like?"

Qiu Shangyun shook his head in disbelief: "It's not the question, let's not say that my sister will not agree, and besides, I really don't like her, I just appreciate her talent."

After a pause, Xiao Zhao Wang's eyes were a little erratic, as if he was escaping something, and whispered: "Besides, there is no way for me and her to have a result..."

Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, Xu Shoujing gave up persuasion because he was a bit of a nosy.

The bustling crowd chatted left and right, and the entire Longyuan Pavilion was overwhelmed by the turbulent noise like a tsunami.

It took a lot of time to talk to Qiu Shilian just now. As a result, there were only seats left in the originally empty hall. Even the second, third, and even the fourth floor could faintly see crowded shadows.

Xu Shoujing and Qiu Shangyun crowded the crowd to look for vacancies, and many juniors of the royal palace and nobles consciously gave way.

At first Xu Shoujing thought that they were in awe of Qiu Shangyun's identity, but he noticed that Qiu Shangyun lowered his head, let alone awe, it was almost difficult to see his face, only then did he realize that——

Oh, so it's my fault...

That's fine.

After finally sitting down at the corner table, Xu Shoujing poured himself a cup of tea. This tea is the exclusive tea of ​​Longyuan Pavilion, and the fragrance is sweet.

However, after taking a few sips, Xu Shoujing found that he still prefers the Zuixian Brew from Zuixianlou, so he didn't have the heart to drink any more, and instead poured a cup for Qiu Shangyun.

He pushed the tea cup in front of Qiu Shangyun, and found that Qiu Shangyun was still bowing his head, as if he didn't want to be seen by others, so he couldn't help asking:

"what happened?"

Qiu Shangyun snorted: "It's alright, nephew, do your job."

Xu Shoujing frowned slightly, and wanted to continue to ask, when a whispering voice came from his ear:

"Look, King Zhao is here again."

"Isn't it? He ran fast every time this kind of thing happened, and he never saw him write any poems."

"Shh, be careful! This is going to be heard, but you will suffer!"

After coming and going, Xu Shoujing understood the reason for his autism, and was speechless at the moment.

Just as he was about to speak for comfort, the originally noisy Longyuan Pavilion turned silent in an instant.

A grey-haired old man walked over quickly, stood on the top and glanced around, and the literati cast a respectful look at him.

And beside him, followed by a woman with a veil.

The woman was wearing a dark green dance dress, and her frowns were as gentle as water. Seeing that the hall was almost quiet, she reminded aloud:
"Master Kong, it's time to start."

Kong Wenqing nodded, his thick voice echoed in everyone's ears:

"For this Longyuan Poetry Festival, this old man was entrusted by his friends to come here. He must be worthy of his ancestors, be fair and just, and not let Baoyu be dusted. I also invite all students to show what they have learned throughout their lives..."

While the opening remarks were still being spoken, Xu Shoujing suddenly had an epiphany, turned his head to look at Qiu Shangyun, who was still autistic next to him, and said in a low voice:

"Do you want to use poetry to impress those who talk about you behind your back?"

Qiu Shangyun gave him a strange look, nodded, thought about it, and sighed:
"But I don't know the language..."

Xu Shoujing smiled mysteriously: "It's fine, as long as you want."
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PS: I personally don't like Wen Duo Gong's plot, so I wrote it very inattentively.

(End of this chapter)