Chapter 124: Happy opening of the book (5,000 words, please subscribe)

lantern riddles?

Qi Ping and the eldest princess turned around and traced Anping's arms. As expected, they saw the lantern riddle banners hanging outside the shops by the river.

Many people watched and listened to the waiters shouting. If they guessed correctly, they could receive small gifts, fruit snacks, or cloth tigers.

The Anping people were so stupid that they rushed over and looked up at Ichigo, his eyes losing focus:

"Look, there are nine big and small mouths, counting thirty-six hours...what is it."

Qi Ping chuckled and said, "It's the word 'crystal'."

"Oh, Jing!" Anping suddenly realized, looked at him angrily, and said, "This is so simple, I was about to say it, but you beat me to it."

"...I'm sorry for my humble position." Qi Ping clamped his mouth into a duck shape with his hands to show that he would not say anything anymore.

Anping nodded with satisfaction, crossed his arms and walked to the next line, his eyes empty:

"When the mind disappears without a trace, the big mistake lies in it...what is it."

The eldest princess pursed her lips and said with a smile: "It's the word for 'wind'."

Anping looked at her with a sullen face and said nothing.

The eldest princess didn't share her common knowledge, so she raised a green jade finger to her lips to express her silence.

Anping was satisfied again and moved on to the next one:

"Two shapes and one body, four branches and eight heads. Four eight and one eight, flying spring flowing upward...ah this."

She thought for a long time, but with no further follow-up, she turned to look at the two of them for help. The eldest princess frowned slightly, as if she was thinking, this was more difficult than the previous two.

Qi Ping blinked: "It must be the character 'Well'."

Well, it’s not just a guess, it’s mainly that I happened to have seen something similar. The two worlds are really paradoxical.

The eldest princess raised her eyebrows, feeling like a female top student meeting her opponent. So, every time Anping found one, the two of them competed to see who could answer it first.

There are winners and losers for each other.

"It's so boring." Anping felt bored. He had the inferiority complex of a elementary school scumbag caught between two top students.

But soon, I was attracted by the roadside snacks, squatting next to the food stall, waiting for food.

The two of them smiled and stood side by side on the bank of the river, waiting. The night breeze blew gently towards them. Qi Ping glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the eldest princess's hair slightly fluttering and the veil on her face shaking.

It's really different from the little princess...

Well, one is the ideal type of girlfriend, the other is the ideal type of wife...

"I have heard about your recent affairs." The eldest princess said as if she felt his gaze.

"Well, I have been doing a lot of things recently. I wonder which one your Highness heard." Qi Ping laughed at himself.

The eldest princess pursed her lips and said: "Everything. Well, I have asked about everything about your coming to Beijing."

There was a bit of pride in his tone.

Damn it... You were secretly observing me. Qi Ping was extremely surprised. He was originally worried that he would become unfamiliar after not contacting me for a month, but it seems that he was overthinking it.

Seeing his surprised look, the eldest princess raised the corners of her mouth and said softly:

"I solved the case at the inn, passed the literary test, made meritorious service in the corruption case of the minister, and uncovered the truth about Lin Guozhong's case. During this period, I also wrote a few poems in the academy, which were favored by Mr. Six... Now, I am using my own efforts to fight against Xu Shisheng..."

The gentle eldest princess stared at him with her breathtaking eyes, counting them one by one, and finally exclaimed:

"When I asked you to come here from Heyan, I thought you would make a difference in Kyoto, but I never imagined... that it would actually be like this."

Qi Ping smiled and said, "It seems there are really a lot."

"It doesn't seem like it," Chang smiled slightly:

"If the previous few cases, both in terms of solving cases and talents, were just accidents, then this time your fight with the Xu family has made me even more impressed. Well, how sure are you?"

"I don't know." Qi Pingyan shook his head:

“How can things in this world be accurately measured?

Although I found a lot of flaws yesterday, after listening to the reports from my colleagues, Xu Shisheng was indeed cautious, and almost all of his property was not held directly.

In fact, I don’t want to knock him down at once, but I can always do it by cutting off his wings first.”

The idea was clear... The eldest princess nodded secretly and suddenly said: "What about tonight?"

"Tonight?"

"I heard that at today's poetry meeting, the lower library was very popular that day. It took four boats and invited many literary talents to help. It became famous. Do you want to take action? Write a poem to overwhelm the opponent?"

Having said that, this noble princess was looking forward to it.

"This... really doesn't exist." Qi Ping spread his hands.

"No?"

"No... right. Well, speaking of it, is the main venue for selecting poetry leaders on the largest ship?" Qi Ping abruptly changed the subject.

The eldest princess looked at him quietly, her long eyelashes flickered, and said:

"yes."

…

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The Momochuan Poetry Society is not a specific direction, but a collective name for a number of large and small poetry societies.

For example, the Songzhu Pavilion is a small poetry gathering in the courtyard of a high-end brothel in Anshang Rouge Alley. There are many similar venues.

But the "main venue" is still on the river.

If you look down from the sky, the Taochuan River section will be brightly lit tonight.

The river lanterns float on the water, like stars in the sky, reflected in the water.

Each of the six large-scale painted boats represents a famous brothel and is also a place for poetry gatherings. At the same time, there is an oiran on each boat.

These six ships are scattered in a ring, like a blooming lotus, and in the center, where the "lotus seed" is located, is an exceptionally majestic ship.

That is: the main ship.

At this moment, a song and dance ended, the music paused, and the graceful dancers in light gauze skirts left the stage to replace the next group.

On the boat, behind the low tables, warm applause came from the literati.

At the same time, a young boy took a small boat and hurriedly sent the newly selected poems from the shore and the poems on the six painted boats to the main ship.

It will then be sorted out by a dedicated person and handed over to a group of well-known "judges" in Kyoto.

"Well, this batch of poems is good, the quality is much better. Sure enough, after nightfall, the talents of Kyoto show their talents." A scholar sighed with emotion.

There is a default rule in the Poetry Club. In the afternoon, most of those talented people who are holding back their poetic talents and want to make a splash will not take action.

If this window period is left to most ordinary readers, the quality will be relatively mediocre, but occasionally, one or two good poems will come out.

And when the evening comes, when the atmosphere reaches its climax and the crowds of people are the largest, well-known talents from all sides will show off their skills and compete with each other in a secret competition.

"In my opinion, there's not much difference. They're not as good as my student's three songs..."

During the dinner, Mr. Six, who was holding a folding fan and with fluttering sleeves, shook his head at the table, looking like he was independent from the world and that all of you were scum.

The literati around them looked helpless, and one person said:

"Mr. Six's words are true, but those three poems are not easy to come up with. They are not the norm."

The old man from the Imperial College was offering wine, and Yuan Mei echoed:

"The Ding Feng Bo, Bamboo and Stone, and even the latest Magpie Bridge Immortal Order are indeed excellent. However, they are not new works in today's poetry meeting. Sir, please do not force comparison."

The implication:

Don't be so crazy, our ears are already wet with noise. No matter how good the poem is, you will still get tired of it if you listen to it three times, five times... a hundred times.

"Yuan Jijiu's words are reasonable. It is rare for a scholar in the world to write a few poems that are handed down in his lifetime. Come to think of it, these three poems are the pinnacle of that poet."

Suddenly, a scholar with a feather fan and a turban and a beard said calmly:

"Throughout the past dynasties, there have been many young people with amazing talents and talents, but most of them, after using up their spirituality, became mediocre and never achieved anything good in their lives.

In my opinion, the better this young man’s character is, the more he should be praised less and criticized more, in order to make him humble and sincere..."

The speaker was Gao Pingce, a famous scholar in Kyoto.

Because he opened a famous school, he was also nicknamed "Gao Shanchang".

Shanzhang, here is similar to the meaning of dean and principal.

After the words fell, many people present nodded in agreement.

Xi Lian frowned, a little unhappy, and vaguely felt that the man with the surname Gao was sarcastically saying that there was no allusion to "hurting Zhongyong" in this world, but the meaning was similar.

After receiving support from everyone, Gao Pingce's smile became even brighter. He suddenly stood up and picked up a piece of paper:

"In my opinion, the best poem today should be Chu Zhixing's poem "Ode to Peach Blossoms". Not only are the words meaningful, but the artistic conception is beautiful, and it is especially in line with the theme of the poetry meeting. If nothing else, it should be the best poem of this time."
To be continued...