Steam Daming: Stop calling me to supervise the country

Chapter 69 The Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Party

Arty, human nature, especially the rich.

The Mid-autumn Festival Poetry Festival began, and there was an endless stream of delicacies. The lanterns decorated the imperial garden extraordinarily bright. On the Crown Princess' side, many noble ladies brought the girls who had already reached their hair to meet people.

Everyone constantly boasted to each other, all of them praised the daughter of the other's family, and ultimately they were well-behaved and kind, known as virtuous and famous.

Of course, there are also a few who are praised for Zhonghui's beauty and Pingting's wealth, these are really good-looking.

The competition of the women is hidden under the smiling faces, secretly exerting their strength, the men's side is much simpler, comparing the size, not the literary style.

A young man, carrying one hand on his back, raising his sleeves with one hand, like a literati, arrived at the Mid-Autumn Lake Heart Pavilion, and invited the moon to sing.

"In this situation, I want to write a poem. The East Pavilion of Penglai is full of purple energy, the Yaochi looks to the west of Jinguangchan, the Yunkai Palace is cold and warm, and the immortals also look up to this holy face."

"Good poetry."

"Good writing."

A bunch of people started to tout it, Zhu Zhanyong was full of doubts, and whispered to Zhu Zhanyong: "The fifth, I think his poetry is average."

"Third brother, have you heard it?"

"Why are so many people applauding?"

"This is to cheer. Everyone is a person of status. It's not good to cheer people. Finally, I can still write poetry, and I almost returned."

Zhu Zhanyong said a little worriedly: "I bought it with money, so I won't buy duplicates."

"Then it shouldn't be possible, how could it be so coincidental, and when I go up, it's even a nonsense song of snow, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven pieces, eight pieces, nine pieces, ten pieces, and eleven pieces, flying into the Luhua General Manager. If not, they will applaud."

"This is too perfunctory."

"You can try it."

"I don't, I will definitely be scolded by my father and mother at that time."

Here, the high-level talents made poems, and the eunuchs put the poems on paper and sent them to the crown princess. The crown princess circulated the poems, and the women continued to praise them.

The talented people think that he will continue to go up. This is a good opportunity to express themselves. No one will miss the ultra-high-end large-scale blind date Mid-Autumn Festival party in ancient times.

At this time, Zhu Zhanji was only thinking about Sun Ruowei. Did she have a good time in the cold palace during such a Mid-Autumn Festival?
Did she eat the moon cake sent by the order?The cooler weather doesn't know if it's warm enough on her side.

The young man's mind had already flown out of here, and he didn't listen to a word of the masterpieces of those talented people.

"The two highnesses, if there is Yaxing, let's write a poem together." The genius who wrote the first poem at the beginning invited the two of them, as if he was the son of a certain scholar.

Both of them also prepared poems, and Zhu Zhanyong took the lead, but someone was writing poems now, so the two waited with a group of other sons and brothers.

The person in front wrote a poem: "The white jade sky goes to Beijing, the palace is sealed with Haiming, and I see the Mid-autumn moon again, and my heart will be at the same level as the sea."

"Good poetry."

"Good talent."

There was an endless stream of cheers, but only Zhu Zhanyong, his heart was cold.

When he noticed the strangeness of his third brother, he was extremely uncomfortable with the expression like holding shit.

"What happened to the third brother?"

"This fellow sells two people with one poem, and he deserves a thousand cuts."

Zhu Zhanyong was surprised that he really encountered a poet who bumped into the poem. The person who sold the poem was too unscrupulous, but Zhu Zhanyong has prepared a song now. It's his turn, he can't back down now, so many people are watching.

"Third brother, let me go first, think about it now." Zhu Zhanyong wanted to relieve him, but Zhu Zhanyong reached out and blocked him: "Is there any reason for a man to retreat."

The third brother has never lost his momentum and has the style of a general, but when it comes to doing business, he only has the advantage of a loud voice.

Zhu Zhanyong's voice was like a bell, and he read aloud: "Yongxue, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven pieces, eight pieces, nine pieces, ten pieces, and eleven pieces. When you fly into the reed flowers, you will never see them."

When a poem fell, everything was silent, men, women and children were all silent. After a while, there was finally a sound of applause.

"Good literary talent, good literary talent."

"The first two lines of the poem are fictional writing, and the last two lines are real writing. The combination of the virtual and the real creates the fresh and fresh mood of Xueluo."

"Almost all the poems are piled up with numbers, but there is no sense of cumbersomeness at all. Reading it makes one feel like being in the vast world with heavy snow flying."

"The literary talent is brilliant, and the elegance is here, like the elegance of inviting the moon to appreciate the snow."

Appreciation poured in, and even people praised with poems.

The poem was copied in front of the Crown Princess. The Crown Princess was stunned when she read it, and she was speechless for a while, and the ladies around were the same. These people were still not good enough, and they couldn't find so many words of praise and flattery.

"The poem of the Third Highness looks simple, but it has deep meaning."

"Yes, yes, the Third Highness is really the No. 1 Snow Appreciation in Daming."

Finally, I found some compliments sporadically, but these people who don't understand poetry are guilty of compliment.

Zhu Zhanyong came down and whispered to Zhu Zhanyong: "You guessed right, I never thought that so many people could boast so much."

Zhu Zhanchang raised his eyebrows, and the two smiled at each other.

"His Royal Highness is here for you."

Zhu Zhanchang walked up slowly, looking like he had to pretend.

Looking across the lake from the pavilion, I could hear loud noises. It must be extremely lively there. Zhu Zhanchang cleared his throat.

"Bowl."

The sentence is already silent, and this sentence alone can be passed down to the world. The talented people below are already surprised to hear this sentence. Zhu Zhanji, who was originally too illusory, also came back to his senses and murmured: "If life is only like this See you for the first time."

The poems matched his mood, and he felt more melancholy, as if he had returned to the first time he saw Sun Ruowei, the pretty little girl's appearance was imprinted in his heart forever.

Yes, isn't the most beautiful thing in life is when you first meet?The wind at that time and the moon at that time were all beautiful.

He raised his eyes and looked at Zhu Zhanchang, unbelievable that this was written by his younger brother.

What Zhu Zhanchang is familiar with is Nalan Xingde, and other Ming and Qing poems should be memorized less, so he doesn't know much.

If life is just like first sight, why is Qiu Feng sadly painting a fan.

Waiting for leisure to change but the old people's mind, but the old people's mind is easy to change.

Lishan language stopped the night for a while, tears, rain, and Lin Ling did not complain.

How Bo Xing Jin Yilang, wishing the same day.

After this word, the real compliment is silent, everyone looked at Zhu Zhanchang, and the vain praise that had been prepared could not be uttered at this time, only the real look up to his literary talent.

It's just that most people are surprised by this poem. After thinking about it carefully, they think that it cannot be written by Zhu Zhanchang himself. After all, such a poem cannot be hidden. It should have been famous all over the world, and the artistic conception is not similar It's what people of this age should have.

Zhu Zhanyong whispered, "You're still willing to spend money."

"That's not old or young."

"Let me introduce you next time, and I will also buy his poems."

When the Crown Princess got the poem, she was embarrassed again. The embarrassment this time was that the poem was too good, and women could understand such emotions better. The ladies praised it.

The Crown Princess sighed, her two sons really had a headache, one didn't spend money, and the other spent too much.

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